I Shall Be Everlasting In the World of Immortals

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The battlefield of Yan Kingdom.

The Yanqing Immortal City, nestled deep within a massive mountain range, was shrouded in the protective glow of a fourth-rank Formation.

Black clouds pressed down on the city, as if signaling its imminent collapse. An endless sea of demonic cultivators marched forward, accompanied by massive spirit ships, ferocious beasts, and soaring birds, creating an oppressive atmosphere that made one’s scalp tingle.

Demon Kings as large as mountains exhaled black mist, their roars thunderous and earth-shaking, as they relentlessly assaulted the city's defensive formation with overwhelming power.

Zzzzt! Boom!

The fourth-rank Formation crackled, releasing chains of lightning as thick as bowls that struck the flying beasts in the sky. The resulting dazzling web of lightning enveloped a dense cluster of demonic cultivators, accompanied by deafening thunderclaps.

While the formation’s thunderbolts left charred black marks on the massive bodies of the fourth-rank Demon Kings, it only managed to slow their attacks temporarily.

To alleviate the pressure on the city’s defensive formation, the Righteous Dao Alliance dispatched numerous cultivators outside the city walls to intercept the Demon Kings, high-level demonic cultivators, and the spirit ships carrying artillery.

“Blackfish Immortal! Using superior numbers to bully the weak—is that all you’re capable of?”

Zhao Tan’er shouted in defiance, controlling her magical treasure as she fought and retreated at the same time.

“Hah! Little girl, once I capture you alive, we can have a proper one-on-one ‘battle’!”

A black-robed youth at the Core Formation Realm grinned wickedly. His massive black-leaf magical treasure spun at high speed, releasing waves of black light blades that slashed toward the retreating Zhao Tan’er.

Hovering above Blackfish Immortal’s head was a plump blackfish, a quasi-third-rank spiritual pet the size of a whale, emanating waves of dark water.

Adding to the threat, an elderly man with a dark complexion—another Fake Dan Formation cultivator—controlled a blood-colored sail magical treasure and joined in the pursuit of Zhao Tan’er.

“Lin Hei! What are you dawdling for? Hurry up!”

Blackfish Immortal barked an order.

“Yes!”

The dark-faced old man responded respectfully. Scarlet light surged around him, boosting his speed as he chased after Zhao Tan’er.

As he gazed at the fleeing figure of the woman he once knew, the old man suppressed the emotions that stirred in his heart.

“Lin Hei?”

Zhao Tan’er glanced at the dark-faced elder, finding his weathered features vaguely familiar.

“Tan’er, let me help you!”

Zhao Siyao flew out from within the immortal city to assist her disciple.

She controlled a quasi-third-rank puppet, using it to block the massive blackfish. At the same time, she activated a quasi-third-rank talisman and launched it at the dark-faced old man.

With her master’s intervention, Zhao Tan’er felt the pressure ease and quickly retreated near the city walls to regroup with her.

Fearing the city's formation restrictions, Blackfish Immortal refrained from advancing further. He retreated with his plump blackfish and "Lin Hei" in tow, searching for other targets instead.

“Master, that old man just now looked a bit like Lin Lu,” Zhao Tan’er said hesitantly.

“Lin Lu? The battlefield is chaotic, Tan’er. You must have seen wrong,” Zhao Siyao replied, though she hadn’t gotten a good look at the old man’s face. However, based on his techniques, he was clearly from the Demonic Dao.

Zhao Tan’er also felt it was unlikely.

But the "Lin Hei" who had been pursuing her earlier seemed oddly hesitant—his attacks, though fierce in appearance, lacked true killing intent.

“In the future, if you encounter such situations, you must flee immediately. Do not engage in entanglements,” Zhao Siyao advised sternly.

“Understood, Master! I didn’t expect that Blackfish Immortal to play dirty, calling in reinforcements midway. His spiritual pet also recovered from its injuries so quickly.”

“As long as you understand. If you ever face mortal danger, don’t hesitate to use the special escape talisman I gave you,” Zhao Siyao said with a nod.

Zhao Tan’er, as a True Dan cultivator and a young, beautiful woman, faced far greater threats and dangers in her encounters with the Demonic Dao than her master did.

Because of this, Zhao Siyao had entrusted her with a special high-quality mid-third-rank escape talisman to protect her life.

As a Fake Dan Formation cultivator, Zhao Siyao mostly faced opponents at the Fake Dan or late Foundation Establishment stages, making her challenges somewhat easier to handle.

Half a day later, the Beast King Valley forces paused their assault.

The Zhao master-disciple duo finally breathed a sigh of relief and returned to the immortal city protected by the formation.

As she gazed at the oppressive demonic army looming outside, Zhao Siyao looked weary and sighed deeply.

“I thought that with the Chen Kingdom overrun and the Demonic Dao gaining a new foothold, the pressure here in Yan Kingdom would ease somewhat…”

...

Five or six days later.

Lan Chang'an arrived at the border of Jing Kingdom, entering the Lonely Sun Immortal City.

Sixty years ago, Lan Chang'an had smuggled himself into Jing Kingdom aboard an cross-border spiritual ship. His first stop back then had been this very city.

This time, Lan Chang'an disguised himself as an elderly Fake Dan cultivator in a straw raincoat. While purchasing resources within the immortal city, he also gathered intelligence on Jing Kingdom's war situation.

“How odd. The Beast King Valley conquered the Chen Kingdom years ago, yet they only glare menacingly at Jing Kingdom without launching an attack, even though it seems vulnerable,” Lan Chang'an thought to himself.

Before leaving Jin Yun Valley, he had learned that the Demonic Dao forces were focusing their assault on Yan Kingdom.

In contrast, Feng Kingdom’s western front and Jing Kingdom were currently experiencing only minor skirmishes between scouts and spies.

In truth, Jing Kingdom’s defenses were not weak.

The major factions in the Jing Kingdom, including the Xuan Yin Sect and the Heavenly Net Sect, had joined forces and mentally prepared themselves for an invasion. Yet, no major assault had occurred thus far.

Lan Chang'an had once wondered if the demonic forces were wary of the famed child of fortune from years past that had gone out of the Jing Kingdom.

That Chosen had left Jing Kingdom to join an ancient sect in the vast Great Qing Central Region. However, even someone of such prominence couldn’t interfere much in the face of the overwhelming tide of demonic forces.

The Six Demonic Sects and the Ten Sects of the Xuan Gate were all top-tier forces in the Great Qing.

The eastward expansion of the Six Demonic Sects had been the result of a compromise between the two sides after a great war.

During his brief stay in Lonely Sun Immortal City, Lan Chang'an adopted multiple identities to purchase more supplies.

Due to the war, the price of many goods skyrocketed.

However, certain resources scarce in Fengyuan Kingdom were worth buying even at inflated prices since they would still turn a profit there.

After completing his purchases, Lan Chang'an’s remaining spirit stones dwindled to less than a hundred thousand.

Leaving Lonely Sun Immortal City, he flew northward.

To avoid unnecessary complications, Lan Chang'an chose not to visit Hanyu Immortal for a Dao discussion during his trip in Jing Kingdom this time.

In times of war, the chances of encountering high-level cultivators along the road were much greater.

Lan Chang'an summoned his peak Core Formation second life to merge with his current self.

With his now powerful spiritual sense, he could detect and avoid high-level cultivators in advance.

...

Two days later, Lan Chang'an arrived at the northern border of Jing Kingdom, near the edge of the Black Fog Mountain Range.

“According to my calculations, the target is within a thousand-li radius,” he muttered.

Based on the intelligence he had gathered, Lan Chang'an narrowed down the possible location where Huang Lang Immortal was hiding.

When it came to divination, obtaining precise answers required certain preconditions—reliable clues, causal connections, and sometimes even a medium tied to the target.

If Huang Lang Immortal had been a stranger—a True Dan cultivator Lan Chang'an had never interacted with before—the difficulty of the divination would have been far greater.

But Lan Chang'an shared a long and complicated history with this crafty merchant.

Years ago, under the guise of Xiang Immortal, Lan Chang'an had killed Huxiao Immortal of the Ten Thousand Beasts Merchant Association, thus forming a grudge with Huang Lang Immortal.

Some years ago, Huang Lang Immortal had reported Lan Chang'an’s whereabouts and his association with the Profound Water Turtle to the Peacock Saintess, effectively putting the turtle in grave danger.

In retaliation, Lan Chang'an exposed Huang Lang Immortal’s activities, resulting in the man’s family being ruined and forcing him into a life on the run.

With this deeply intertwined web of karmic ties, coupled with information provided by Unseen Gate, Lan Chang'an faced much less resistance during his divinations.

“Huh! He’s hiding in a newly constructed mid-tier market behind the Xuan Yin Sect’s defensive lines,” Lan Chang'an exclaimed.

After days of painstaking effort and losing several months of his lifespan to the toll of repeated divinations, Lan Chang'an finally pinpointed Huang Lang Immortal’s hiding spot.

Divination was a taxing skill—draining mental energy, spiritual focus, and even life essence. The more precise the results, the greater the cost.

“Donglai Market?”

“A new market built by the Xuan Yin Sect near the Black Fog Mountain Range. Its geographic location is similar to the Huanglong Immortal City in the Liang Kingdom. They’re planning to expand it into a full-fledged immortal city in the future, but they currently lack the resources…”

Standing ten li outside Donglai Market, Lan Chang'an gathered more detailed intelligence. His expression grew peculiar.

The market’s name was probably chosen by Liang Shaotian himself.

After observing for half a day, Lan Chang'an noted that the market’s most powerful overseer was merely a Fake Dan female cultivator. The rest of the administrators on the surface didn’t exceed the Fake Dan level either.

The female Fake Dan cultivator was someone Lan Chang'an recognized—Lady Wei, Liang Shaotian’s disciple, whom he had encountered during an exploration of the ancient ruin.

As for Huang Lang Immortal, he had disguised himself as a yellow-faced old woman at the ninth level of the Qi-Refining stage, blending into the loose cultivator district of the market.

His disguise was exceptionally clever. For anyone below late Core Formation, his true identity was nearly impossible to detect.

Unfortunately for him, he had crossed paths with Lan Chang'an.

Now with his second life fully merged, Lan Chang'an’s spiritual sense far surpassed the late Core Formation stage, making it easy for him to see through Huang Lang Immortal’s ruse.

“Hiding among the dregs of a market to recover from his injuries?”

Lan Chang'an didn’t have the luxury of time to wait for Huang Lang Immortal to leave the market before making his move.

With no formidable opponents in the market, there was no need for caution.

Lan Chang'an devised a plan to let the rat burrow underground and secretly poison the area. He would then enter the market, using illusions and spiritual sense attacks in combination with overt and covert assaults to capture his target.

With a spiritual sense exceeding the peak of Core Formation, his illusionary techniques would easily overwhelm Huang Lang Immortal, even if the latter possessed a third-rank soul artifact.

...

Donglai Market.

On North Street, amidst the crowded alleys of the loose cultivator district, the disguised Huang Lang Immortal—posing as an old yellow-faced crone—felt a sudden twitch in his eyelids.

A strange buzzing sound, like the chirping of cicadas, echoed faintly in his mind.

“What’s going on? Another crisis?”

Heart pounding, Huang Lang Immortal hurriedly retreated to his residence.

The moment he sat down, the sharp, piercing chirp of the cicada in his mind reached a crescendo—then suddenly fell silent.

“The Life-Warning Cicada is dead! This is bad—”

Huang Lang Immortal’s face turned deathly pale, his voice trembling. The shrewd and calculating glint in his eyes gave way to raw terror.

In his sea of consciousness, a translucent green cicada lay motionless, its limbs stiff and belly up—it had just died an abrupt and unnatural death.

The Life-Warning Cicada was a rare, earth-grade spirit insect with no combat abilities.

Its sole purpose was to inhabit its master’s sea of consciousness, acting as an early-warning system for impending danger. The stronger the threat, the more frantic the cicada’s cries would become.

For the Life-Warning Cicada to die screaming, the impending crisis had to be cataclysmic—essentially a death sentence.

Realizing this, Huang Lang Immortal understood that Donglai Market was no longer safe. A powerful high-level cultivator was about to come for his life.

“Run!”

Without hesitation, Huang Lang Immortal stomped on the floor, smashing through it and descending into a hidden underground tunnel.

All that remained in the room was a lingering trace of his yellow-faced crone disguise.

The tunnel was one he had prepared long ago, using a second-rank Pangolin Spirit Beast to dig a passage leading outside the market.

The underground defensive formations of Donglai Market were relatively weak. Six months ago, he had discovered a flaw in the array and successfully exploited it.

Half an hour later, Huang Lang Immortal emerged in a forest a hundred li outside Donglai Market.

...

Whew!

Huang Lang Immortal’s face was drenched in sweat as he cautiously scanned his surroundings, his breathing uneven.

A hundred years ago, he had narrowly escaped a life-and-death crisis thanks to the desperate warnings of his Life-Warning Cicada, and he had narrowly dodged a bullet by quickly changing his location.

“Hopefully, my luck will hold out this time as well…” he muttered, his heart heavy with dread.

Suddenly, he felt a faint fluctuation of magical energy in the air. The third-rank soul artifact on his body immediately emitted a warning.

“Ahh…!”

A sharp, searing pain erupted in his sea of consciousness, as though countless knives were slicing through his mind. The spiritual light of his soul artifact dimmed instantly, losing all power to resist.

This level of soul attack could only come from a high-level secret art, likely from a late Core Formation cultivator or higher.

Huang Lang Immortal’s heart sank to the depths of despair. His soul was gravely injured, but he barely managed to remain conscious.

Boom!

The ground beneath his feet collapsed into a swamp-like mire, dragging his body downward as if trying to swallow him whole.

At the critical moment, Huang Lang Immortal unleashed a desperate burst of Core energy, propelling himself upward like an arrow, narrowly escaping the mire’s clutches.

Crack!

Just as he rose into the air, a serpent-like stream of mud shot up from the swamp, coiling around his legs and viciously biting into his flesh. With a horrifying crunch, both of his lower legs were torn off at the knees.

“Whoever this senior is, please spare me!” Huang Lang Immortal screamed hoarsely, his eyes bloodshot with terror.

To think that a proud late Core Formation cultivator ambushed a weakened early Core Formation cultivator like him.

The first wave of attacks had left him with a heavily injured soul and crippled legs, plunging him into a death trap he had no hope of escaping.

“Tsk, tsk… Treacherous old Huang, even you have a day like this?”

A low, mocking chuckle echoed from above the trees.

A burly masked man, as large as a bear, appeared above him, blocking his path.

"Treacherous old Huang"—that was the nickname Huang Lang Immortal had earned in the circles of the Merchant Alliance. His yellow, pomelo-like skin, signature leather coat, and sly, calculating personality had earned him a reputation as a master manipulator who had conned countless merchant guilds.

The burly man descended like a beast, charging directly at Huang Lang Immortal.

Bang!

A massive iron fist, glowing with golden runes, slammed into the protective barrier Huang Lang Immortal had hastily activated, shattering it instantly.

“Third-rank body refinement… Who are you!?” Huang Lang Immortal spat out a mouthful of blood as his body was sent flying.

Before he could react, the swamp below surged again, forming a massive earthen claw that swiped at him with brutal force.

Desperately, Huang Lang Immortal slapped three third-rank defensive talismans in quick succession. Layers of protective light flickered into existence around him but were shattered one after another in mere moments.

Even his injured quasi-third-rank pet—a python demon he had kept in reserve for emergencies—emerged from its spiritual pet bag only to be instantly devoured by the expanding mire.

Finally, the burly man’s iron fist crashed into Huang Lang Immortal’s chest, shattering his ribcage and sending him hurtling into the swamp below.

“Ahh! Xiang Jinglong, is it you? Why… Why do you want me dead!?”

Huang Lang Immortal’s voice was a mix of panic and despair, his mind spiraling into chaos as he shouted in agony.

The masked man attacking him wasn’t a late Core Formation cultivator as he had initially feared, but his third-rank Body Refining strength was still terrifying.

In this region, there was only one cultivator known to have reached this level of body refinement—Xiang Jinglong, a renowned elder of the Xuan Yin Sect.

“Xiang Jinglong does not owe you an explanation for his actions,” the burly man said arrogantly, his voice dripping with disdain.

He made no attempt to silence Huang Lang Immortal’s cries, seemingly unconcerned about being overheard by nearby cultivators.

Squelch!

The swamp surged again, completely swallowing Huang Lang Immortal’s shattered body, leaving no trace of him behind.

“Capture!”

Lan Chang'an, standing above the trees, formed a hand seal. The wondrous artifact on his wrist—the "Soul-Nurturing Bracelet"—flew out, releasing a translucent green light that radiated in all directions.

The faint remnants of Huang Lang Immortal’s shattered soul were pulled into the artifact, which quickly sealed them within a specially prepared jade box. Lan Chang'an then secured the box with a sealing talisman.

Squeak, squeak!

The Earth Burrowing Rat soon emerged from the swamp, scurrying back with a storage pouch, a spiritual pet pouch, and other items in its mouth. Its small eyes glimmered with excitement as it handed the spoils to Lan Chang'an.

“Let’s go,” Lan Chang'an said calmly, storing the Earth Burrowing Rat in his pet bag. He then ascended into the sky, flying high above the clouds into the Nine Fiery Heavens.

The battle near the market had not gone unnoticed.

From the perspectives of the surrounding cultivators, a burly masked man, exuding terrifying vitality and blood energy, had killed Huang Lang Immortal in a decisive ambush before quickly vanishing.

“A third-rank body refining expert? Could that have been Elder Xiang Jinglong from the Xuan Yin Sect?”

“I’ve heard that Elder Xiang participated in the siege against the Ten Thousand Beasts Merchant Association. Could the man just killed be Huang Lang Immortal?”

“Old Huang? I heard that he was carrying the enormous wealth of the Ten Thousand Beasts Merchant Association?”

“Tsk, tsk… Elder Xiang must have made a killing this time. Since we’re all from the Xuan Yin Sect, maybe we can pay him a visit to claim a reward…”

…

Seven days ago.

In the northern Liang Kingdom, at Wuqi Mountain—

That night, Little Turtle Peak, one of the three main peaks of the mountain, was eerily silent.

The mountain guardian, Qi Feng, who had been meditating, inexplicably fell into a deep sleep.

A delicate jade hand pressed against the crown of Qi Feng's head.

A faint, otherworldly fragrance filled the air. A young woman in a flowing multicolored feathered robe hovered half a foot above the ground. She appeared to be only seventeen or eighteen years old, with eyes as bright and radiant as moonlight.

Her figure and appearance could only be described as peerless—elegant, cold, and breathtakingly stunning. Her every movement exuded an aura of nobility and untouchable beauty.

Her bare, jade-like feet were adorned with one gold and one silver anklet, adding a faint sense of otherworldly charm and danger to her ethereal presence.

“Saintess, it would be best not to kill this man. Otherwise, it might introduce unforeseen complications,” rasped an elderly voice.

Beside the multicolored feather-robed woman stood a hunched old man leaning on a staff. His voice was hoarse, yet respectful.

The young woman, the Peacock Saintess, said nothing, her expression calm and aloof. Moments later, she ended her soul-searching technique and murmured thoughtfully:

“In recent years, Lan Chang'an has not come to Wuqi Mountain. This Qi Feng fellow has only exchanged a few letters with him.”

As she spoke, she retrieved two letters from Qi Feng’s storage pouch. Both were written by Lan Chang'an, giving them to the old man beside her to use as medium for his craft.

The hunched old man, his face as withered as dead wood, tremblingly took out an ancient tortoiseshell fragment and a pointer-like bamboo stick.

After a long period of divination, the old man let out a muffled groan, blood seeping from the corners of his mouth. His face grew even paler.

The bamboo pointer spun midair before falling to the ground, eventually pointing in a direction slightly northwest.

“That direction... the associated trigrams suggest the Beast Taming Zhou Family and the Xuan Yin Sect’s territory,” the old man said, coughing up more blood as his aura became chaotic.

“You’ve worked hard, Old Shi. Who would have thought that this brat carried a wondrous artifact capable of shielding him from divination?”

The Peacock Saintess’s voice was melodious, like the chime of a bell, yet it carried a mysterious, otherworldly resonance, like a sound echoing from the depths of the sea.

“You were wise, Saintess, to anticipate his escape and have me begin divining in advance. If he reaches Fengyuan Kingdom, with its vast and boundless deserts, tracking him down will be like searching for a needle in the sand. Even the forces of the Sacred Sect won’t be able to reach him there.

“Moreover, the ‘Heavenly Master’ of Fengyuan Kingdom is mysterious and unfathomable. He is said to be a master of divination and fate manipulation. If we get too close to his territory, we might alert him.”

Old Shi’s tone was amiable, but his heart was dripping blood.

Performing divinations for the Saintess had drained his energy and life force significantly. He didn’t know how much lifespan he’d already sacrificed.

Shi Lao, a mid-Core Formation cultivator with superior third-rank divination art was considered one of the top experts within Beast King Valley. His skill in divination was unparalleled below the Nascent Soul Realm.

Despite his feeble, elderly appearance, he was actually less than 300 years old—a period considered the prime of life for a cultivator of his level.

But the art of divination was a high-risk profession, known for accelerating aging and draining lifespan.

When cultivators of vastly higher status or power came knocking, refusing their requests was simply not an option.

Shi Lao belonged to one of Beast King Valley’s affiliated forces and wouldn’t dare defy the Peacock Saintess, especially since she had promised generous rewards and offered to look after his faction’s disciples and descendants.

“You’re right, Old Shi. Lan Chang'an must be intercepted before he reaches Fengyuan Kingdom,” said the Peacock Saintess with a faint smile. Her graceful demeanor was a perfect blend of saintly purity and alluring charm.

Even the well-traveled Shi Lao found himself momentarily dazed by her presence.

Years ago, Huang Lang Immortal had provided the Peacock Saintess with information about Lan Chang'an.

Later, the Saintess purchased even more detailed intelligence about him from the Unseen Gate.

Having learned that Lan Chang'an had once fled from Liang Kingdom, she had proactively asked Shi Lao’s help to divine his movements.

Shi Lao’s initial divination results were clear:

Lan Chang'an would run, and he would run early.

This startled the Peacock Saintess.

The divinations suggested that his likely destination was the Fengyuan Kingdom.

However, when Shi Lao attempted to divine the exact route he would take, he encountered invisible resistance.

There were two possibilities:

First, Lan Chang'an himself was third-rank in divination art, with a fate far more complex than the average person, making him difficult to predict.

Second, Lan Chang'an possessed a wondrous artifact that could shield him from divination.

The second possibility was more common in the cultivation world.

It was unlikely that Lan Chang'an, within just one or two centuries, could have advanced both his talismanic arts and divination to third rank or higher.

Because of this resistance, while Shi Lao could deduce the general direction, pinpointing Lan Chang'an’s exact location required sacrificing more of his lifespan.

Wuqi Mountain, the Li Family of Snow Plum Mountain, and the Beast Taming Zhou Family were all possible places Lan Chang'an might pass through on his way to Fengyuan Kingdom.

Had Lan Chang'an not gone to kill Huang Lang Immortal, he likely would have passed through one of these areas.

...

“The new divination rules out the Li Family of Snow Plum Mountain,” Shi Lao said weakly, leaning heavily on his staff as he swallowed several pills to restore his energy and mental clarity.

“Next up is the Beast Taming Zhou Family. If we rule them out, and I gain more medium information, I’ll be able to confirm Lan Chang'an’s general route to Fengyuan Kingdom.”

“Very well. When the time comes, I’ll ask for your help one last time. Regardless of the outcome, I’ll ensure you’re well compensated,” the Peacock Saintess promised.

She could tell Shi Lao was already reaching his limits. If he pushed himself any further, it might very well cost him his life.

Shi Lao was the most skilled diviner she could mobilize within the Sacred Sect’s reach.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

Among the Beast King Valley’s forces, only the mid-Nascent Soul Great Elder had stronger divination abilities, barely reaching the threshold of fourth-rank divination. But the Great Elder was stationed in the rear to oversee strategic planning, and even Nascent Soul elders rarely dared ask him to perform divinations due to the lifespan cost.

...

Meanwhile, in the northern Jing Kingdom, within a cave in the Black Fog Mountain Range—

Lan Chang'an calmly sorted through the spoils of his swift assassination of Huang Lang Immortal.

“Three Beautifying Pills, one set of Crystal Condensation Pill main ingredients, two Core Formation spirit items…”

“Dozens of second- and third-rank beast pills and beast fodder. Two Sha Yuan Pills. Over a dozen beast-taming inheritance jade slips…”

“More than 100,000 spirit stones, dozens of spirit beast cubs, and over a hundred rare bird and beast eggs…”

Lan Chang'an chuckled softly. “What a rich swindler. His wealth surpasses most Core Formation cultivators.”

As he searched Huang Lang Immortal’s remnant soul, Lan Chang'an suddenly frowned.

“Damn it, this swindler handed over such detailed information about me to the Peacock Saintess!”

A vague sense of unease stirred in his heart.

Performing a quick divination, his face darkened.

“The Peacock Saintess has figured out that I plan to flee. She’s enlisted a divination master to track me.”

Lan Chang'an’s expression grew cold.

That divination master was clearly more skilled than him; otherwise, he wouldn’t have sensed this only now.

“Go, Fengyuan Kingdom!”

Transforming into a streak of light, Lan Chang'an shot into the skies, using a mid-third-rank treasure talisman to boost his speed to near late-Core Formation levels.

...

Following the ancient Black Blood Road, Lan Chang'an traversed the Black Fog Mountain Range.

Two days later, he slowed down as the mountains gave way to an endless desert.

The howling wind and rising sand began to hinder his spiritual sense and flight speed.

Suddenly, he felt something unusual.

A crisp and melodious bird cry rang out!

In the distant clouds, a graceful and majestic five-colored peacock spread its wings, its massive form casting a shadow over the horizon.