NOVPUBHe listened carefully to the ceaseless chanting of the other party.
Gradually, he seemed to understand something.
The Lan Yu that had previously landed on him and vanished suddenly appeared within his Dantian.
"Transformation Feather Art..."
"Heaven and Earth have endless epochs, countless worlds born and perished, like feathers floating through the void."
"Transform into a feather with the body, harmonize with the world, flow with the epochs, uncertain life and death, traverse catastrophes, transcend eternity..."
Wu Fuqiu listened, utterly captivated, frowning at times, and at others, filled with joy.
This "Cataclysmic Transformation Feather Art" was incredibly profound for him, a mere Foundation Establishment Cultivator.
But even glimpsing a corner of it allowed him to have a profound understanding, and his inner realm climbed incessantly.
Wu Fuqiu was immersed, unaware of how much time had passed.
Suddenly, he felt the light and shadows before his eyes shake, waking him up.
He saw the child, who had been standing with closed eyes, wave his hand at him.
Although he did not speak, Wu Fuqiu understood that he was being asked to leave.
Despite his reluctance, Wu Fuqiu could only silently step back.
Before leaving the Purple-Golden Wood Tower, he courteously closed the door.
As the door closed, a stream of light flew out.
Wu Fuqiu subconsciously caught it and discovered it was a ring-shaped miniature building.
"Magic Treasure, Martial Arts Arena."
"Also has storage functionality."
After briefly inspecting it, Wu Fuqiu’s face lit up with joy.
He bowed down three more times toward the inside before finally leaving Tiandu.
It was only then that he realized, after leaving the Purple-Golden Wood Tower, he could no longer hear the voice of the seated phantom.
A sense of melancholy surged in his heart, and Wu Fuqiu suddenly felt an impulse to return.
But that was after all the Grand Master of the Immortal Dao Ten Sects, and he dared not act rashly, leaving the bounds of Tiandu.
Only when he returned to the mortal realm did he realize that Dao Yuan Palace had disappeared for some reason.
Even the surrounding terrain had changed significantly, as if a great battle had occurred here.
Wu Fuqiu searched for a long while before finding any living cultivators nearby.
From their extremely respectful demeanor, Wu Fuqiu was shocked to discover that, unbeknownst to him, he had become one of the top strongmen of the Xuanhuang World, a cultivator of the Union of Dao Realm!
And time had already passed by several hundred years.
The firm rule of the Immortal Dao Ten Sects was no longer solid, an organization named Alliance of Thousands of Immortals had risen unexpectedly...
"Lan Yu my friend?"
Guan Xingxiu’s voice jolted Lan Yu from his reminiscences.
"Yes, I am merely a mediocrity who achieved Union-Path through luck."
"These years, the compliments from disciples and subordinates nearly made me forget this fact."
Lan Yu felt a sense of relief in his heart.
"If it wasn’t for my poor qualifications, I wouldn’t have only cultivated the mighty ’Cataclysmic Transformation Feather Art’ to the Union of Dao Realm."
"Without the Grand Master’s teachings, thousands of years have passed, and I have made no progress."
Lan Yu shook his head inwardly, his thoughts returning to reality, looking towards Guan Xingxiu, "I trust your judgment. Since the murderer is hiding among us, we just need to gather together and wait for him to reveal himself."
Lan Yu paused, then continued, "The person had just made a breakthrough and was too eager to commit murder. If it’s not psychological, then it’s because the Cultivation Arts he practices required him to perform a blood sacrifice of other cultivators after his breakthrough. He certainly won’t stop now."
Everyone nodded affirmatively at Lan Yu’s assessment.
For self-preservation, this group of Immortal Alliance Union-Path cultivators stayed continuously in the Great Hall of the [Wang Zun] Flying Boat, monitoring each other.
However, the cunning of the murderer far exceeded their expectations.
Nine days later, as everyone maneuvered the Flying Boat and successfully traversed a lingering Tribulation in the Void.
Another dead body appeared on the Flying Boat.
Lan Yu and Guan Xingxiu exchanged glances, confirming the demise of [Zi Mu].
A sudden increase in stress weighed on their hearts.
"Old Guan? We were all together this time, right? You’re the most powerful among us, did you notice which damn person made the move?!"
Faced with everyone’s expectant eyes, Guan Xingxiu could only helplessly shake his head.
An uproar erupted in the hall.
"Everyone stay calm, we were all concentrating on dealing with the Space Catastrophe just now, so we were momentarily careless and were attacked by the murderer."
"What should we do next? We die if we don’t avoid the Catastrophe, but hiding means assassination..."
"Humph, as I see it, next time we shouldn’t bother trying to avoid any Catastrophe. Better to die together!"
"Brother Xu, don’t speak out of anger. We still have so many people!"
"No, I must leave this ship!"
While the crowd was in the midst of heated discussion, suddenly a sharp scream suppressed all other sounds.
Lan Yu and others looked over, only to see Qing Shuang Unity-Path who had been relatively calm throughout this ordeal suddenly seem psychologically broken.
His expression was delirious, madness flickering in his eyes.
Muttering to himself while attempting to rush out of the Great Hall and leave the Flying Boat.
"Stop him!" Guan Xingxiu shouted angrily.
Only a few, including Lan Yu, moved to intervene.
Inside the Flying Boat, fearing damage to the vessel, their actions were restrained.
For a moment, they were at a loss with the seemingly crazed Qing Shuang.
Just as the situation became a stalemate, Qing Shuang’s movements suddenly stopped.
His facial expression also froze, standing blankly in place.
Before the others could react, Guan Xingxiu’s expression changed, and he immediately rushed forward to check.
"He’s dead."
