Chapter 748 - 532: Creation Dao Artifact
Above the azure dome of Chongli Heaven, the fierce wind tore through as flowing clouds surged.
Two streaks of light, one chasing and one fleeing, raged through the air, moving at astonishing speed, leaving only intersecting shadows behind in the void, rippling the very fabric of space.
In the past, Qin Changkong had relentlessly pursued Du Han, forcing him to flee in disarray.
Now, the roles of hunter and prey have reversed.
Du Han’s dark green robe fluttered wildly, and though his body still bore the fatigue of battle, it couldn’t conceal his decisive and lethal demeanor.
With each step he took, the void trembled, scattering golden light as he locked onto the faintly glowing stream of light ahead, never missing a beat.
His eyes were cold and calm, his Divine Thought unwaveringly locking onto Qin Changkong’s Yang Spirit aura, as he mused silently:
"Qin Changkong, the heavenly way cycles... once the hunter, now the trapped prey."
In his sea of consciousness, the Ancient Mirror trembled slightly, and the aged voice of the Mirror Elder echoed:
"Du boy, look at Qin Changkong, he’s burning quite a bit of his Yang Spirit, showing just how ruthless a scion of a Noble Family can be."
The voice then shifted, the Mirror Elder’s tone becoming solemn, devoid of any jest:
"But remember, to cut the weeds, root them out completely. You must erase every trace swiftly!"
Du Han’s Divine Thought stirred, and he asked in a deep voice:
"Mirror Elder, is there a hidden danger?"
The Mirror Elder’s voice carried a weighty seriousness as he slowly replied:
"A rather significant one."
"While we’re in Chongli Heaven, the Qin Clan’s Dharma Master can’t enter, and with my protection, there’s nothing to worry about..."
"But the task ahead allows no room for error—we must excavate that Ancient Treasure Vault, which requires us to leave Chongli Heaven and step beyond the protection of its rules."
He paused, his tone more resolute:
"Qin Changkong is a direct descendant of the Qin Clan. If he escapes alive and calls for the Dharma Master’s hunt, we will never be at ease excavating the vault, and we might even face the downfall of our Death Dao."
"It’s best to eliminate all threats now, erase the traces, and ensure no future troubles!"
Du Han nodded slightly, the chill in his eyes intensifying:
"I understand."
"Today, I will obliterate Qin Changkong’s Divine Soul, leaving no future threats!"
In the midst of the chase, the Escape Light surged, accelerating even more, as a wisp of cold dark brilliance intertwined with the mirror light condensed at his fingertips.
Du Han’s Divine Thought spoke once more, softly asking:
"Mirror Elder, what mystery surrounds the treasure vault you mentioned? Why do you value it so highly?"
Upon hearing this, the Mirror Elder let out a mysterious chuckle, his tone carrying a hint of expectation:
"Heh heh, Du boy, this vault is no ordinary thing."
"If you can acquire this vault, your path of cultivation will be smooth, and your chances of stepping into the realm of Dharma Master will be greatly increased!"
Du Han’s eyes suddenly blazed with divine light, deeply shaken as he replied solemnly:
"Thank you, Mirror Elder! I will not squander this opportunity!"
...
Meanwhile, Qin Changkong, fleeing for his life ahead, looked like a dying flame, his strength almost spent.
The Spirit Light atop his Yang Spirit was dim, like a fire about to be extinguished, with countless cracks spreading like a spider web. His aura was so weak that it felt as though a mere gust of wind could dissolve it.
"Hold on! Just hold on! The strong ones from my clan have already heard the news and are rushing here, just a little longer, and I will be saved!"
Qin Changkong’s eyes were bloodshot, his hands pressed firmly against his forehead, barely maintaining the integrity of his Yang Spirit:
"I cannot perish here."
The chilling murderous intent from behind drew ever closer, and he gritted his teeth, once more resorting to forbidden Secret Techniques.
Pfft—
His Yang Spirit trembled violently, his Divine Soul nearly scattering.
"Not good!"
Despair surged in Qin Changkong’s heart.
At that moment, a dark figure suddenly stepped forth from the void, his body exuding overwhelming Evil Qi yet carrying a very familiar aura.
Looking up, Qin Changkong’s eyes suddenly filled with wild joy; disregarding his injuries, he clasped his hands in a plea for help, his voice trembling with excitement and weakness:
"Uncle! Uncle! Please save me!"
The newcomer was none other than the Marquis Wushang of the Asura Clan, clad in ebony Battle Armor adorned with ancient blood patterns, his aura deep as an abyss, clearly undergoing the Void Refining Twelfth Tribulation.
After the Asura Clan migrated from the Panwu Realm, they established their own Asura Kingdom.
The Asura and Qin clans both hailed from the Panwu sect, maintaining a generations-long friendship cemented by marriage ties.
Thus, seeing Qin Changkong being pursued, he decided to intervene.
Without moving, Marquis Wushang exchanged thoughts with Qin Changkong in an instant, grasping the situation clearly.
His gaze swept over Qin Changkong’s shattered Yang Spirit, then towards the pursuing Du Han, his brows slightly furrowed.
Although Du Han’s cultivation was weak, there was an overwhelming pressure around him that stirred unease in Marquis Wushang’s heart.
Marquis Wushang withdrew some of his Evil Qi and spoke loudly:
"Please halt, fellow Daoist! I am Marquis Wushang of the Asura Clan."
"This young man is a direct descendant of the Southern Continent’s Qin Clan and also my nephew. Could you allow me to mediate today’s matter?"
"Qin nephew has already paid a significant price; why insist on driving him to extinction?"
Du Han halted in mid-air, his expression calm and unruffled; he appeared alone but within his sea of consciousness, the Mirror Elder had already sighed:
"A cultivator undergoing the Void Refining Twelfth Tribulation, rarely seen in Chongli Heaven, appearing at this exact moment—could it be that Qin Changkong’s luck has not yet run dry?"
Du Han’s mind shifted:
"If Qin Changkong lives, the threat looms eternal!"
"This appearance seems too coincidental; he might not be willing to battle to the end with us for Qin Changkong. Better strike first..."
Upon hearing this, the Mirror Elder paused before saying:
"Then bet on it."
"Alright!"
Du Han agreed internally while maintaining a composed appearance, as though contemplating Marquis Wushang’s proposal, yet secretly channeling Mana to synchronize with the Mirror Elder.