Chapter 195: No One Leaves
Chapter 195: No One Leaves
Above the Overseas Dominion, an endless expanse of ocean churned below as three True Monarch avatars and a Dao Aberration unleashed terrifying auras. The heavens and earth fell silent—waves stilled, winds ceased, and even the air grew heavy with dread.
A single bead of cold sweat trickled down Fortune Immortal’s forehead. For a cultivator of his caliber, such visible anxiety was rare. It betrayed the storm raging within him.
Who am I? Where am I? What’s happening?
These three questions echoed in his mind. He’d come expecting an easy victory, only to find himself surrounded by four sharks in a pond he’d mistaken for empty waters.
Though shaken, Fortune Immortal quickly regained composure. After all, he’d once been a True Monarch himself. A fleeting moment of panic was all he’d allow.
“I am Fortune,” he declared, his voice steady. “Esteemed cultivators, we meet under unexpected circumstances.”
As he spoke, his aura surged, a radiant halo erupting behind his head to reveal the grandeur of his Gemshine Blessed Land—a testament to his Foundation Building Peak mastery. Few could rival this feat: the pinnacle of Foundation Building True Men, capable of challenging even a Primordial True Sage’s Dao Aberration.
The four figures before him softened their gazes. Fortune allowed himself a breath of relief.
“Mistaken identities happen,” he continued. “I was dragged here by karmic entanglements—purely by accident.”
Before he finished, the Blood Demon True Man on the ground interrupted, desperation in his voice. “True Monarch! You came to save me, didn’t you? Don’t abandon me now!”
The moment Blood Demon saw Fortune, dread crashed over him. Had Fortune truly fallen from True Monarch? His entire hope had rested on Fortune’s power—but if that power was gone, his death sentence was signed.
Yet Fortune’s expression turned icy. With a flick of his sleeve, he sent Blood Demon flying. “Who are you? I don’t know you.”
How could a Holy Sect cultivator care about face in a moment like this? Blood Demon’s betrayal had cut deep. If not for the urgency, Fortune would’ve cursed him raw.
“Ah, Fortune,” one of the True Monarch avatars mused, their tone almost amused.
The three avatars and the Dao Aberration recognized him instantly. None sought to press the advantage—they all understood the rivalry between Chongguang True Man and Fortune. Killing Fortune would only strengthen Chongguang’s position, a move none would make lightly.
Even the Primordial True Sage’s Dao Aberration, once thwarted by Fortune in the Emerald Sun Cultivation Realm, held no malice. Their history was complicated, even cordial.
Fortune exhaled. “I must depart. Urgent matters await.”
He stepped forward, intending to shatter space itself to escape. Yet his foot landed in place—nothing happened.
The four turned as one, their gazes locking onto Lv Yang. Suspended midair, his face pale, Lv Yang clutched a glowing talisman. The Embrace Mountain technique, shattered by the avatars’ combined pressure, had left him gravely wounded. Yet his lips curled in grim satisfaction.
The trap’s sprung. Time to reel them in.
“Things escalated quickly,” he muttered. Three True Monarch avatars, a Fortune, and a Dao Aberration—this was no small feat. He’d worried True Monarch Qingcheng Feixue might struggle to contain it all.
In the Primordial Sacred Sect’s Holy Flame Cliff, Chongguang True Man rose abruptly, his eyes meeting the snowy silhouette of a woman.
“My handscroll activated,” she said softly. “Lv Yang endured. He’s no coward.”
The scroll she’d gifted him was both protection and test. If he’d used it recklessly upon arrival, her opinion would’ve plummeted. The Holy Sect valued self-reliance—dependents were expendable.
Chongguang bowed. “Yuan Tu’s karma is heavy. I fear Lv Yang’s troubles are vast.”
She scoffed. “You’re not a True Monarch yet. You don’t understand—Foundation Cultivators are ants to us. Let their karma pile. It’s meaningless.”
With a swirl of snow, she vanished.
The next moment, above the ocean, Qingcheng Feixue emerged, her gaze sweeping the battlefield.
“Shuiyue. Zhengde. Tianwu?” Her eyes lingered on the avatars, then settled on Fortune’s sweating face.
“Greetings, True Monarch,” Lv Yang called cautiously.
She turned to him, a slow smile spreading. Then laughter erupted—first delicate, then wild and unbridled, sending torrents of snow cascading from the sky.
“You truly delivered,” she crowed. “Chongguang called you a pillar, and you landed me several headaches!”
Lv Yang winced. “Forgive me, True Monarch.”
“Forgive? No. Thank me instead,” she purred, crimson lips curving into a feral grin. “Your karma, their trouble—I’ll take them all.”
The avatars paled, their forms flickering. Fortune and the Dao Aberration turned to flee.
“Demonic Sect’s madwoman!” one hissed. “Is that her true body?”
Too late. Qingcheng Feixue vanished, her voice echoing across the void:
“Running? Not today. Stay—forever.”
(End of Chapter)
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