Chapter 486: Wind Rises from the Duckweed, Leaving After the Task is Done

Ling Tian roared at the sky, his voice filled with regret and anger.

He finally understood that this Devil Head was just a distraction from the start.

The real killing move was the hidden agent who had sneaked into the Sect's Xuantian Secret Realm!

"Hahaha! Realizing it only now? Too late!"

Demon General Mo Yubai saw Ling Tian's expression and thought the plan had already succeeded.

"Mission accomplished. This seat won't play with you anymore."

Demon General Mo Yubai laughed loudly. The devilish clouds behind him suddenly contracted, and he transformed into a black stream of light, galloping toward the horizon.

"Where do you think you're going!"

Ling Tian wanted to pursue, but as soon as he moved, the injuries inside his body flared up. He spat out a mouthful of blood, and his body swayed, nearly falling from the sky.

He could only watch helplessly as Demon General Mo Yubai disappeared into the horizon.

…

Meanwhile, inside the Xuantian Secret Realm.

Zhou Chen stood atop a giant ancient tree. Through the faint connection between the Secret Realm and the outside world, he perceived most of what was happening outside.

Although he couldn't see the specific images, that terrifying energy fluctuation and the change in Demon General Mo Yubai's aura when he retreated could not be hidden from him, who possessed Immortal Emperor-level Divine Sense.

"So that's how it is."

Zhou Chen stroked his chin, a sharp light flashing in his eyes.

"A diversion. Demon General Mo Yubai was responsible for attracting the fire on the front line, while Xue Yi took the opportunity to raid the base."

"This plan is quite perfect."

Unfortunately, despite all their calculations, they failed to account for the biggest variable—Zhou Chen.

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"Search! Even if you have to dig three feet into the ground, find that bastard!"

Deep within the Xuantian Secret Realm, Ling Xiao's roar echoed over the empty ruins, startling several black Carrion Crows.

His hair was now disheveled, and his previous elegant appearance as the Young Lord was completely gone. Holding a long sword, he slashed wildly at the surrounding ruins. Sword Qi crisscrossed, blasting several innocent boulders into powder.

The attendants dispersed tremblingly, weaving through the surrounding dense forests and ruins, no one daring to provoke the Young Lord at this time.

In a hidden mountain hollow less than a hundred miles away from Ling Xiao and the others, the air distorted slightly.

"Tsk, young people have such short tempers."

Zhou Chen's figure was hidden in the shadow of a dead old tree, his entire being almost merging with the surrounding environment.

He had just refined the complete xun inscription. At this moment, the Law of Wind within his body was slowly circulating, making him feel as light as a feather. Even every tiny fluctuation in the surrounding airflow was within his perception.

He looked at Ling Xiao, who was crashing around like a headless fly in the distance, and shook his head.

With a thought from Zhou Chen, his feet made no sound. He transformed into a wisp of invisible breeze and drifted out through the gaps in the mountain hollow.

The speed boost from the triple xun inscription was truly terrifying. He didn't use any spatial divine abilities; relying solely on the extreme speed of the Law of Wind, he crossed hundreds of miles in just a few breaths and arrived at the very edge of the Secret Realm.

This was a chaotic void boundary where spatial turbulence was extremely unstable. If an ordinary Cultivator approached, they would easily be sucked into a void crack and shredded.

But Zhou Chen stopped and lightly swiped his hand across the void in front of him.

"Open."

A green light flashed from his fingertip, and the sturdy spatial barrier was silently torn open like fragile window paper.

The aura of the chaos bell rippled slightly, suppressing the violent spatial turbulence around it. Zhou Chen stepped out, his figure instantly disappearing from the Secret Realm.

The next moment, inside that remote and simple Immortal Cave on Qingyun Peak of the Xuantian Sect.

In the stone room that was originally empty, the air suddenly fluctuated, and Zhou Chen's figure appeared out of thin air.

He glanced around. The furnishings in the Immortal Cave were exactly as they were when he left, and the defensive Formations were still running. Clearly, no one had been here.

"Phew…"

Zhou Chen let out a long breath, casually removed his disguise, and restored his original appearance.

He walked to the stone bed and sat cross-legged, his hands forming seals. His aura instantly retracted, and the Myriad Manifestations Return to Origin Formation began to operate silently, disguising his terrifying Eighth Layer of Immortal King Realm cultivation as if he had just broken through to the Immortal King Realm.

After doing all this, he leisurely took out a pot of spiritual tea from his Storage Ring and poured himself a cup.

"Now, even if an Immortal Emperor comes, they won't be able to trace it back to me."

Just as Zhou Chen took a sip of tea, a series of urgent and heavy bell tolls suddenly came from the sky outside the cave.

"Dong—! Dong—! Dong—!"

The bell rang nine times in total, each strike shaking the rocks of Qingyun Peak so much that they tumbled down.

This was the highest-level alarm bell of the Xuantian Sect, only rung when the Sect faced a crisis of life and death.

Zhou Chen put down his teacup, his eyebrows arching slightly.

"It seems things outside have escalated."

He straightened his robes, pushed open the door of the Immortal Cave, and walked out, pretending to be in a state of panic.

At this moment, the entire Xuantian Sect was in Chaos. Countless streaks of light crisscrossed the sky. Those Inner Sect Disciples, who were usually high and mighty, were now pale-faced, scurrying around like headless flies.

"All Disciples above the inner Sect level, deacons, and Elders, proceed immediately to the Tianxuan Hall for discussion! Violators will be executed!"

A majestic voice resounded throughout the Sect. It was the voice of Sect Master Ling Tian. Although it sounded full of vigor, Zhou Chen could still keenly detect a hint of weakness and suppressed anger.

Zhou Chen blended into the crowd, riding a streak of light toward the main peak.

On the plaza in front of the Tianxuan Hall, thousands of people had already gathered.

The atmosphere was terrifyingly oppressive, and the air still carried the scent of blood and Devilish Qi from the previous battle.

Half of the golden roof of the main hall had been sliced off, making it look exceptionally wretched.

Zhou Chen found an inconspicuous corner to stand in, lowering his head with an honest and simple appearance.

Inside the hall, Ling Tian sat on the purple-gold dragon chair that symbolized the power of the Sect Master, his face so dark it could drip water.

His left shoulder was wrapped in thick bandages, and one could vaguely see black Devilish Qi writhing at the wound. Clearly, the injury left by Demon General Mo Yubai was not so easily healed.

On both sides of the hall sat dozens of surviving Elders, each also wounded and looking terrified.

"Everyone."

Ling Tian's gaze swept across the room, his voice low and raspy: "Today's events are the greatest humiliation since the founding of our Xuantian Sect. The Sect-Protecting Formation was broken, ten Outer Sect Elders have fallen, and even… even the supreme treasure in the Secret Realm was stolen amidst the Chaos."

As he spoke the last sentence, Ling Tian's fists clenched until they cracked, and the killing intent in his eyes almost solidified.

Hearing this, the many Elders and Disciples below were instantly in an uproar.

"What supreme treasure was stolen?"

"Who did it? Could it be the Devil Head?"

"Impossible. That Devil Head was clearly fighting the Sect Master the whole time and never left the battlefield."

Standing in the crowd, Zhou Chen listened to the discussions around him and rubbed his nose expressionlessly.

"Silence!"