Chapter 414: A Shambhala Cultivator Arrives (2)

Chapter 414: A Shambhala Cultivator Arrives (2)

Boom~ Hundreds of li above the ocean waves, a black jiaolong over a kilometer long cruised forward.

How comfortable. Previously, the forbidden regions isolated various parts of the Summerpeak World, restricting our activities to a radius of three million li from the mainland. Daoist Long looked down upon the vast ocean beneath him.

Now that the world’s essence has recovered, the entire world is open for exploration. Daoist Long felt exhilarated.

In his eyes, the entire Summerpeak seemed so small, like a prison.

But the Bloodforge Devil Hall had rules. Unless one was a formal member, they were not allowed to leave their native world.

Having witnessed the strength of the Bloodforge Devil Hall, Daoist Long dared not escape.

A thousand years ago, the Starcom Consortium had sent immortal cultivators to the Middle Land, so Daoist Long easily obtained information about the Middle Land's location.

Daoist Long raced forward with great speed, passing by the immortal cultivators of the Huoyan Sect.

At full speed in their burst state, Shambhala powerhouses could travel thousands of li in a single breath. Four million li was nothing.

Less than two hours later, the extensive landmass that was Huang Island was nothing more than a faintly visible speck in the distance.

This must be the Middle Land. Daoist Long’s colossal figure shrank rapidly to a hundred li in length.

Simultaneously, he distorted the light around him to conceal himself, and began his descent.

Hm? There are flying boats here? Mortals are operating flying boats? Daoist Long immediately understood that the Middle Land was no ordinary place.

In an instant, Daoist Long's Soul Force dispersed over a wide area, and all information and events within hundreds of li swiftly poured into his mind.

One town after another...numerous immortal cultivators...countless conversations... A torrent of information rapidly flooded Daoist Long's brain.

This was a truly terrifying ability of high-level immortal cultivators. Resources were not required to gather intelligence before invading a weak civilization. It could be accomplished simply with their powerful Soul Force. Within the range of their Soul Force, no secrets could be hidden.

The Middle Land civilization and Wu Yuan, how impressive.

Monitoring arrays have been set up along all entry points. It seems they were prepared in advance. Golden Core cultivators would likely find it hard to evade detection.

In just a few breaths, Daoist Long obtained a general impression of the entire Middle Land civilization, far more detailed than the information provided by the elder of the Huoyan Sect.

They most likely unearthed the ruins of an ancient sect. Daoist Long concluded.

From these disseminated teachings alone, he could roughly determine that this was the case.

However, Daoist Long wasn’t too concerned. He was well aware that the peak powerhouses of these so-called ancient sects were only Amethyst Cradle Reverends.

After a hundred thousand years, most of the treasures had probably rusted or decayed. How powerful could they be after so much time had passed?

For Golden Core cultivators, these could be considered great treasures. But for someone like him who stood at the peak of the Summerpeak World, the treasures of Amethyst Cradle Reverends meant very little.

At least, in his Soul Force perception, the objects utilized by the beings of the Middle Land were just novelties and weren’t of much use.

I’ll go meet Wu Yuan right away. He should be situated in the heart of Middle Land civilization, the Cloud Capital. Daoist Long thought to himself.

Whoosh! He quickly headed in the direction of the Cloud Capital in the Jiang Continent.

The arrays he encountered along the way failed to detect his presence. Fịndd new updates at novelhall.combhala cultivators, while inferior to the Amethyst Cradle Reverend in some auxiliary abilities, were still far superior to Golden Core cultivators.

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The Jiang Continent, Cloud Capital, the Middle Land Guard Headquarters.

When the team scouting the region beyond the Xin Continent was wiped out, the entire Middle Land Guard raised its alert level to the highest degree.

At the same time, Wu Yuan's body refiner self stored the Yanqing Hall and the teleportation array away, leaving the Zhong Continent and returning to the Jiang Continent.

After years of waiting, and then learning about the Bloodforge Devil Hall from High Immortal Nan Yin, Wu Yuan had given up on the idea of leaving Summerpeak by himself.

Firstly, he couldn't do it. Secondly, even if he could escape, what about his friends and family? And the rest of the Middle Land?

One had to remember that Wu Yuan's memory was integrated with that of his body’s predecessor. To him, the Blue Planet in his past life was home, but the Middle Land was also home!

When he faced the worm devil catastrophe previously, Wu Yuan couldn't just turn a blind eye to the plight of his fellow inhabitants of the Middle Land. Back then, he told the realm master, "I am also Wu Yuan of Middle Land."

"Little Black, get ready," Wu Yuan communicated through his spirit.

"Master, don't worry." Little Black was brimming with battle intent. "A fifth-stage Shambhala cultivator? If it comes down to a fight to the death, the outcome is uncertain."

These days, Little Black had been staying by Wu Yuan’s side. The full potential of eldritch warriors could only be unleashed when accompanied by their lifebound eldritch beast.

Boom! In a flash, Wu Yuan departed from the meditation chamber and traversed hundreds of li instantly. Fierce winds buffeted him as he stood high in the sky.

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At this altitude, one was nearing the Heavenly Lightning Stratum of the Summerpeak World, where thunder and lightning would occasionally spawn from air.

Yet, this lightning would do nothing more than tickle a Shambhala cultivator.

At this moment, Daoist Long cared little for these bolts of lightning, as he was still reeling from the shock of the terrifying Soul Force that had erupted just moments ago.

In terms of power, it was on par with his own! Yet, he was completely unfamiliar with it.

Who could it be? Was there a hidden Amethyst Cradle Reverend in the humble Summerpeak World? Or another Shambhala Reverend?

Whoosh! A figure clad in white appeared, moving with a speed matching that of a typical Shambhala cultivator. He soared across the sky, covering hundreds of li in mere moments, coming face to face with him.

Ninth-stage Spiritual Body phase? Such a powerful soul. Was it you? Daoist Long's pupils contracted slightly, his gaze fixated on the white-robed young man before him.

So young, yet he radiated an overwhelmingly intense vital aura.

Although he couldn't pinpoint the youth’s age, his instincts told him that the young man in front of him was probably very young.

He had no idea that Wu Yuan was actually at the seventh-stage Spiritual Body phase. It was his strong eldritch root that gave his vital aura an overwhelming vigorousness.

"Are you Wu Yuan?" Daoist Long asked.

"Yes." Wu Yuan nodded.

He had no qualms about revealing his name. The other party had already arrived at his doorstep and called out his name. He must have gathered a great deal of information.

Trying to conceal his identity would just be a waste of time.

"Fellow Daoist, how may I address you?" Wu Yuan stared at the Daoist Long. His expression was indifferent, but a hint of frost lingered deep in his eyes.

Wu Yuan was prepared to strike. So what if he were at the fifth-stage Shambhala phase? As long as something posed a threat to the safety of the Middle Land, Wu Yuan would not back down without a fight.

After decades of cultivation, Wu Yuan's strength was not what it used to be. In terms of overall strength, Wu Yuan's body refiner self was a lot stronger than Hao Shanjing.

"Daoist Wu Yuan, you are truly an unrivaled prodigy, ten times or even a hundred times more talented than what the reports mentioned."

"After just a few decades of cultivation, your soul has reached the Yang Soul level." Daoist Long cracked a smile, "My name is Long Guang. You can call me Daoist Long. I come from the Starcom Consortium of the Summerpeak mainland. I am the overseer of the Starcom Consortium and also an affiliate member of the Bloodforge Devil Hall."

"The Starcom Consortium that I command is the origin of your Middle Land's former Starcom Consortium."

"The Bloodforge Devil Hall... Hm, you probably aren't familiar with this faction."

"I bear no ill intent toward you, on the contrary, I am here to save you." Daoist Long, shaking his massive draconic head with a smile, "An army of cultivators from the Huoyan Sect is on its way to annihilate your Middle Land."

"I came here to give you an advance warning. You should be thanking me."

In Daoist Long's initial plan, as long as Wu Yuan's talent proved up to standard, he would take him away directly.

As for the others in Middle Land? He spared no thought for their salvation. Daoist Long had no intention of clashing with the Huoyan Sect.

However, his perspective changed upon witnessing Wu Yuan's cultivation level, speed, and formidable soul, as well as the massive array on the ground below.

And there was also Wu Yuan's attitude towards himself. Showing no fear in front of a Shambhala cultivator? If he wasn’t foolhardy, there had to be something he was basing his confidence on.

In a short span of time, Daoist Long realized that Wu Yuan’s talent and power might go beyond his imagination. The Summerpeak World might have just given birth to an unimaginable genius.

In a flash, Daoist Long changed his strategy—befriend Wu Yuan and incite a fight between him and the Huoyan Sect!

Overseer of the Starcom Consortium? Affiliate member of the Bloodforge Devil Hall? Wu Yuan kept his face emotionless, but massive waves stirred within his heart.

Was it finally here?

"Daoist Long, I believe you come with good intentions," Wu Yuan said calmly. "But how am I to trust you?"