Venerable Hanyuan’s expression remained indifferent. He nodded slightly, raised his hand, took out the Soul Suppressing Pearl from his sleeve, and examined it carefully in his palm.
The purple divine soul within the pearl remained calm and still, the golden light of the Great Luo Golden Scripture flickering faintly, serene and undisturbed.
“The path to the Heavenly Palace is now completely blocked.”
Venerable Hanyuan calmly analyzed the situation, his reasoning clear and logical: “Seventeenth Heaven has a vast territory and intertwined powers, and it is not just Heavenly Palace that is the only Golden Immortal power in the region. We can find other allies and use their power to break this deadlock.”
“Allies? Where can we find allies?” Venerable Crimson Flame was filled with anxiety, laughed coldly, and felt completely helpless.
“Among all the direct powers of the God Clan on Seventeenth Heaven, the Heavenly Palace is the largest, strongest in combat power, and has the widest network of connections. The other small powers of the God Clan are weak in cultivation and lack combat power, and are completely incapable of joining forces to activate the high-level Soul Refining Array, so they can’t help at all.”
“The various factions of the human race, the devil race, and the ancient remnant race are at odds with each other and have been fighting each other for many years. They have always been at odds with our divine race and only take advantage of opportunities to seize treasures. They will never sincerely help us. Now, we have no way out.”
Venerable Hanyuan was silent for a moment, looked at the vast expanse of wilderness, looked at the distant horizon, and slowly said: “If there is no way out, then stay here, calm your mind, recover your strength, and then make a long-term plan to find a way out. There is no need to rush.”
Crimson Flame Venerable stared intently at the Soul Suppressing Pearl in his palm, his eyes filled with hatred, anger, and frustration, his emotions roiling.
He explored various realms, exerted enormous efforts, risked personal relationships, and took risks, only to end up in this predicament. Opportunities seem remote, his situation increasingly passive, and he is filled with resentment but powerless to change his fate.
“I refuse to believe that there really is no way to penetrate your turtle shell!”
He muttered to himself while gritting his teeth, his tone fierce, and secretly vowed to the Soul Suppressing Pearl that he would one day break through its defenses and seize the treasure.
Inside the Soul Suppressing Pearl, David lay quietly protected by golden light, his soul at peace. He was completely isolated from the whispers, hostility, and evil plans of the outside world, unable to hear a thing.
Sometimes he is clear-headed, analyzes the situation and devises a plan to escape; at other times he is confused, calms his soul and gathers strength.
However, whether he was aware of it or not, he was always sure of one thing: he was still alive, and as long as he was alive, there was still hope; hiding means there is an opportunity.
Bei Mingyuan’s remnant soul fell asleep in the depths of the golden light, recuperating and accumulating strength, cooperating with David to wait for the best opportunity to escape and counterattack.
On the desolate plains, the cold wind roared, blowing away the withered yellow grass, the rustling sound was continuous, silent and lonely.
Three blazing suns hung high in the sky, their golden, silver, and red rays interweaving and scattering across the barren land, turning it a dark, sinister color, creating a gloomy and eerie atmosphere.
In the distant horizon, a huge city whose outline faintly appeared, stood at the place where heaven and earth met.
That was the famous gathering place for heretical cultivators on Seventeenth Heaven—the City of Heretic Cultivators.
The city was a mix of various people, with no powerful upper-level powers or high-ranking experts overseeing it. The rules were loose, and people could act freely, making it an ideal place for desperate cultivators, down-on-their-luck experts, and lone cultivators to seek refuge.
Venerable Hanyuan pointed at the distant city and said in a deep voice, “Free Cultivator City is not controlled by any supreme power, nor is it under the pressure of any Gold Immortal. This city is extremely hidden and is not easily tracked by the Heavenly Palace. The safest course of action is for us to enter the city, hide our whereabouts, secretly devise countermeasures, and move slowly.”
Crimson Flame Venerable looked up, thought for a moment, and nodded in resignation: “This is the only option for now.”
The two of them kept the Soul Suppressing Pearls, suppressed all their emotions, and leapt into the air, speeding towards the distant Loose Cultivator City. Their figures quickly merged into the vast sky.
Behind the two, several hidden black figures followed them from a low altitude, their aura concealed and their movements concealed. They stayed close but not too far away, following them closely. They were spies sent by the Heavenly Palace to monitor them around the clock and make sure they never got off track.
Inside the Soul Suppressing Pearl, golden light shone eternally, protecting a glimmer of divine soul.
With an unpredictable road ahead and a storm still raging, David hides, waiting for the day he will awaken to break the deadlock and the day he can turn the tide against all odds.
FAQ Novel
Q: Why did the Heavenly Venerate allow the Soul Suppressing Pearl to leave?
A: The Heavenly Venerate believed the treasure was too powerful and dangerous for them to control, fearing a backlash that could destroy the palace.
Q: What was the next step after the two left with the treasure?
A: Elite spies were dispatched to secretly follow them from a distance, monitoring their movements without alerting them.
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