Yu Xuan could only hope that Lin Fan didn’t have so actively running plot attached to him.
Otherwise... he would seriously need to sit down and rethink his entire life, along with all the increasingly absurd coincidences piling up around him.
Surely not, right?
...Right?
There were others too but that was a headache for later.
For now, action ca first.
Yu Xuan dismissed the spirit boat into his storage ring and stepped off the sky as if gravity were nothing more than a suggestion.
He plunged downward like a falling star.
Below, Yu Hao had already crushed every demon into mangled, barely-living remains.
Flas licked across the battlefield, reducing corpses to ash as he roared, wild and unrestrained.
He had completely lost himself.
"I shouldn’t have let him handle this alone," Yu Xuan muttered with a trace of regret.
At the edge of the battlefield, Yu Xueqing arrived with a pale-faced Yu Bo, joining Lin Fan and Mo Lin just in ti to witness a spectacle.
Just when, a teor nad Yu Xuan slamd directly into Yu Hao.
The impact cracked the earth.
So traces of demonic life were incinerated by Yu Hao’s raging flas, leaving only scorched ground behind.
"Little Hao," Yu Xuan said calmly as he rose from the dust, "greet this Young Master properly."
His fist collided with Yu Hao’s massive fra.
BOOM!
Yu Hao was driven straight into the ground only to retaliate imdiately.
Titanic punches rained down on Yu Xuan, each one carrying enough force to pulverize mountains.
Yu Xuan smiled bitterly.
This was the price of letting soone "act cool" for too long.
Even during their sparring match yesterday, Yu Xuan had warned him not to maintain this state for extended periods.
After all, though he had this power, he was unable to control himself.
The battlefield beca a blur of fists.
Punch t punch.
Shockwaves tore through the air.
And throughout it all, Yu Xuan’s golden eyes glowed faintly as he continuously applied [Immortal’s Gaze], pressing down on Yu Hao’s spirit.
Yu Hao obviously resisted.
But he was pushed back fiercely.
Yet that very resistance brought clarity.
Slowly, the crimson glow in Yu Hao’s eyes began to recede.
His strikes slowed.
Finally, Yu Hao staggered backward.
His colossal form began to shrink, muscles deflating as if the strength had been forcibly wrung out of him.
In monts, he looked like nothing more than a tall, exhausted youth – gaunt, trembling, and utterly drained.
"If I’m being honest," Yu Xuan said, "you look like a bag of bones."
"...I—I’m not fine," Yu Hao muttered weakly.
Yu Xuan snorted and lifted him using [Telekinesis] summoning the spirit boat once more.
Yu Hao was dumped onto it unceremoniously, followed shortly by the others.
With a casual wave of his hand, Yu Xuan released Darkness Chaos Flas, erasing the demonic remains completely.
He just didn’t want those to co back to life and start attacking them again.
"You were really badass," Mo Lin said admiringly, slapping Yu Hao on the back.
Yu Hao imdiately staggered, coughing violently.
"Don’t hit him," Yu Xuan said flatly.
"He might actually die."
Lin Fan glanced at the dallion and spoke.
"Yu Zhen is nearby, let’s go there first, he also seed in quite trouble as he is asking for help."
Yu Xuan nodded.
Ming Tiani... he wasn’t worried about her in the slightest.
With their course set, the spirit boat surged forward once more, carrying the battered but living Yu Clan mbers toward their next convergence point.
***
Though the others had it relatively easy, Yu Zhen’s situation was anything but.
The mont he arrived in this desolate, crimson world, hostility greeted him head on.
Three enemies.
Only three, but that number did nothing to ease his nerves.
Because two of them possessed early Tier Four cultivation and the last one had similar cultivation to him, Peak Tier 3.
"Co out, little human rat," a mocking voice echoed through the canyon.
"Don’t tell you plan to hide forever."
"We will find you, how long do you think you can hide from us!"
Yu Zhen clenched his jaw.
’Damn it, the pain’s up again!’
His original plan had been simple, catch up with the others as quickly as possible.
But reality had other ideas. From the very first mont, he had been hunted like prey.
If not for the artifact in his possession, he would already be dead.
And one of the demons had branded him with a vile curse.
His Qi circulation was in chaos and recovery slowed. Even basic cultivation felt like wading through mud.
Yu Zhen had survived because he had activated his trump card.
The Absolute Order Artifact.
A Sacred Grade relic.
Its function was brutal and simple, absolute equalization.
While active, it forcibly synchronized the user’s cultivation level with those nearby but, at the Mortal level, dragging everyone down to the sa footing.
As long as the opponents were below Tier Six, it worked.
And for now, everyone here was still mortal.
Yu Zhen glanced down at the artifact in his hand, a slender, rod-like object inscribed with orderly runes. Its glow was dim.
Only one quarter remained.
His breath grew heavy.
’When are they coming...’
His condition was dire.
One arm, gone.
One eye, destroyed.
Both legs mangled to the point where even standing felt like torture.
That curse.
That damn curse one of the demons had placed on him interfered with everything – Qi circulation, healing, even basic regeneration.
Without the artifact, he would have died already.
Yu Zhen was hiding inside a narrow cave carved into the canyon wall, blood staining the stone beneath him.
Outside, the wind howled through the ravines like the laughter of beasts.
And worse.
Those demons had an excellent sense of sll.
It was only a matter of ti when he would be found.
Yu Zhen tightened his grip on the Absolute Order Artifact, eyes sharp despite the blood and exhaustion.
’Just hold on,’ he told himself.
Hope, after all is the most powerful weapon.
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