Covering the Sky: I, a mortal, ascended to the throne step by step.

Chapter 98 Shenmo Yaoguang is a dog

Seven days.

From Quzhou to Anzhou, a distance of over 90,000 li, Li Xian traveled swiftly, passing through many cities along the way.

The wanted poster was hung high on the city wall.

All teleportation arrays of major powers in the Northern Region were sealed off, and the city-guarding cultivators in various places received a joint arrest warrant issued by the Ji family and the Yao Guang Holy Land: anyone who teleported Li Xian would be punished as an accomplice.

As expected.

Li Xian swept past, pondering in his mind:

The straight-line distance between the Northern Region and the Southern Region is countless miles, with the Central Region in between, which is vast and boundless. It is simply not feasible to cross it by flying. One must borrow a gate to pass through the Central Region and then go to the Southern Region.

We must go through the portal.

Domain gate.

That is, the super teleportation array.

They are all controlled by the Holy Land, ancient families, and great sects.

However, there are exceptions. The Thirteen Great Bandits of the Northern Region and other outlaws would build their own Wild Domain Gates to specialize in smuggling.

As long as you can afford the price, even if you're a wanted criminal, we'll still summon you.

If all else fails, I'll go back to Yaochi and become a live-in son-in-law!

Li Xian's bottom line is very flexible.

However, the pursuit from behind never stopped.

At night, he rested in the dry, damp place. The Chaos Millstone was hot, and someone was using a curse-like secret technique to pinpoint his location.

Tracking-type secret techniques —

The Yao Guang Holy Land has a history of tens of thousands of years and its profound heritage is incomparable to that of the Yan Yun Sect. Its tracking methods involve causal deduction, and as long as there is self-identified qi and blood, it can be continuously sensed within a small range.

A stand-in is useless, a face change is useless, and concealing one's aura can only temporarily delay the inevitable.

Unless the causal chain is completely severed, a concealment-type treasure is obtained, or a place where even causal deduction fails.

a few days later.

Anju borders the oasis.

At the edge of the earth, a dark red desert stretches across the horizon.

Desert.

Dark red sand dunes stretch to the edge of Zili, with eerie fluorescent glows emanating from between the grains of sand.

Li Xianli stood at the entrance, his eyes sweeping across the area, and he murmured, "The Black Emperor was trapped here for over a hundred years in his search for the Ruthless Man's dojo."

The origin of Shenmo is related to a great emperor.

Emperor Hengyu.

Countless ages ago, Hengyu ventured alone into the Primordial Forbidden Zone to forge an ultimate imperial weapon, wreaking havoc and collecting rare and precious materials to refine it.

On the day the Supreme Emperor Weapon was completed, a non-human being comparable to a Great Emperor emerged from the Primordial Ancient Mine. No one knew what it was; it was most likely the Dark Supreme, and less likely a Great Accomplished Holy Spirit or a Quasi-Nine Supreme Child.

A life-or-death battle erupted between the two sides.

In the end, Emperor Hengyu killed him and turned him into ashes.

Once inside, the causal deduction will be disrupted, and the Yao Guang tracking technique will become completely ineffective.

But the price is that I myself might get lost in it.

Li Xian remained silent for a moment, then moved a piece of red rock over.

With a forceful stroke of his right hand, he carved four large characters into the rock face with his fingertips, the strokes powerful and penetrating deep into the stone.

"Yaoguang is a dog."

After carving, he placed the stone tablet at the entrance to the desert and stepped into the wilderness.

Not long after.

A dozen or so streaks of light fell.

The Supreme Elder of the Yao Guang Holy Land led the team, followed by more than ten elite disciples of the Yao Guang reclusive lineage, including Gu Litian, Li Rui, and Yang Yi.

The elder was the first to see the stone tablet and remained silent for a few moments.

"Yaoguang is a dog."

Li Rui read it aloud, and his face turned green.

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Gu Litian's eyelids twitched, and the corner of his mouth twitched.

The Vajra Bracelet in Yang Yi's hand resonated with a "hum," its power amplified by his anger, making the artifact itself seem full of spiritual energy.

Elder Yaoguang spoke up: "Yang Yi, Gu Litian, and Li Rui will lead the team into the Divine Desert to pursue and kill them. They have seven days and cannot go more than a thousand miles into the desert. If any unusual events occur, they must withdraw immediately."

"yes!"

Ten figures filed into the desert.

At the same time, several more demonic lights entered from outside Elder Yaoguang's field of vision.

Within the Sacred Desert.

Li Xian travels alone across the desert.

The sky was a leaden gray dome, with no sunrise or sunset, making it impossible to distinguish the passage of time. Divine senses were compressed to their limit here, only able to cover the surrounding area.

He stopped, squatted down, and touched the broken patterns on the sand.

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A chilling aura emanated from his fingertips as the incomplete "Fighting" character activated, revealing its underlying patterns.

The flood of vague information into my mind is a pure destructive will.

The Dao patterns are the remnants of the being slain by Emperor Hengyu; they have no discernible pattern, or rather, their very pattern is chaos, violence, and destruction.

Li Xian got up and continued walking, wondering to himself: "Did Yao Guang and his group catch up with us?"

As if responding to his thoughts, the sand dunes ahead distorted in the void, and a figure stepped into the air, shortening the distance by dozens of feet with each step. In just a few steps, he crossed the sea of ​​sand and landed in front of Li Xian.

He was tall.

Broad shoulders and thick back.

The black outfit accentuated his explosive muscle lines.

Its face is stern, and its pupils have vertical lines, a characteristic of dragons.

Gu Litian.

The Great Perfection of the Fifth Heaven of the Dao Palace.

The Ten Masters of the Hidden Sect of Yao Guang.

He looked down at Li Xian, a cruel smile curving his lips.

"I've been looking for you for a long time." Gu Litian stretched his neck. "Li Xian, you're quite fast, but unfortunately, your speed is no match for my Shrinking Earth to an Inch technique."

Li Xian stopped, scrutinized the area, and quickly assessed it.

"At the Great Perfection of the Fifth Heaven of the Dao Palace, normally subject to the Three Restrictions, with the blessing of burning the dragon bloodline, he's estimated to be on the threshold of Dragon Transformation, half a level stronger than Ji Yunxuan."

"I'll give you a chance."

Gu Litian stretched out his right hand, palm down, pointing towards the ground.

"Kneel down, kowtow three times, and hand over the divine furnace, the gourd, all the secret techniques and cultivation methods, and the divine sources and medicines."

He leaned forward, his voice carrying a condescending arrogance: "I represent Yao Guang, and I can spare your life, and even—I can lead you out of this demonic land. Otherwise, you will rot in this sand like a wild dog."

Li Xian looked into Gu Litian's eyes and smiled.

"What do you mean?" Gu Litian frowned.

Li Xian raised his right hand, his five fingers spread out, palm facing upward, and a faint precious light gathered.

"It means—"

"You can start now."

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