Zhang Yan looked at the Junyang Pot in his hand, his expression slightly profound. Now that the pot was in his possession, he could actually extract the Essence Qi and retreat from the Star Stone at this mont.
However, this place was uniquely advantageous, similar to a Spirit Cave. If he could cultivate here for three years, his cultivation would advance significantly. This was a rare opportunity, how could he easily give it up?
Thinking of this, he resolutely waved his sleeve, releasing five brilliant golden token talismans to float in the sky. With a light point of his finger, he slightly stimulated his mana, causing each talisman to tremble and, guided by the Qi chanism, draw out five strands of Junyang Essence from the pot.
This Qi was clear and pure; just a glance made him feel as if he had drunk ambrosia, his entire body relaxed. After taking several deep breaths, he steadied his Heart and Spirit, gestured to draw in the Essence Qi, and brought out five Snow Jade Porcelain Bottles, placing them inside one by one, then stored them well. After completing this, he mused to himself: "I wonder if Brother Huo can hold off Feng Haiyang?"
Thinking carefully, he pulled out a yellow Paper Talisman from his Sleeve Bag, a gift from Elder Shen upon departure. It could trace a cultivator’s Qi chanism; if Huo Xuan and others were still within the Star Stone, it would point straight to their location. With a pinch of his fingers, the Paper Talisman floated up, trembled slightly, shimred briefly, and darted towards the east.
Zhang Yan’s spirit lifted, he let out a shout, and soared on a sword light, transforming into a ray of light to chase after it.
This Flying Talisman was far faster than a cultivator’s Flying speed; even with sword escape, it was still far behind. Soon, it flew out of his sight, but he had already determined the direction, needing only to continue his pursuit in that direction.
After flying several thousand miles, he suddenly lifted his head, seeing the Flying Talisman circling around a massive swirl of green energy over ten miles wide.
"Green Flat Smoke Array?"
Zhang Yan imdiately recognized the origin of this Green Cloud; as expected, Luo Qingyu had entrapped Feng Haiyang within the Array Diagram, and was currently engaged in battle.
At this mont, he sensed sothing, glanced towards the south, and saw a solitary Daoist standing tall on a peak. With a quick thought, he rode the wind over, landed nearby, and greeted with cupped hands: "So Daoist Xun has already arrived."
Xun Huaiying returned the gesture, not questioning where Zhang Yan went or why he arrived now, simply saying: "After exiting the array, I received your Flying Book and quickly ca. I’ve been here for an hour, but still can’t enter the array."
In the Array Diagram, no one can interfere, only by waiting can the result be known.
Zhang Yan understood as well, given Feng Haiyang’s current mana, it was only a matter of ti before he broke the array. Luo Qingyu didn’t expect to win, rely seeking to delay.
Unfortunately, such an Array Diagram was hard to refine. If destroyed, it would take decades to restore to its forr state.
The two exchanged a few more words, while the Green Cloud seed battered by a fierce wind, swelling and becoming shapeless within monts.
They both watched intently, and after a mont, a sudden loud crackle echoed in their ears. The Green Cloud shattered, scattering like cotton wool, as they saw two familiar tunneling lights flying out. Shortly thereafter, a tumbling yellow smoke followed, filled with Evil Qi, closely pursuing them.
The first golden-red tunneling light reached the cloud top, suddenly turned around, spewing a brilliantly glazed-like fire from within. The yellow smoke, perceiving the extraordinary nature of this fire, dared not touch it, instantly retreating a thousand feet away, shaking slightly before releasing a black tide over ten miles long, surging with waves and reverberating loudly, producing thousands of Devils that charged forward fiercely.
Since Xun Huaiying had arrived, he had already harmonized his Qi Veins, returning to peak condition, overflowing with Sword Intent from head to toe. Seeing Feng Haiyang erge from the Array Diagram, he could no longer hold back, and with a clear cry, he leapt in a white rainbow.
At this mont, the two tunneling lights in the sky suddenly split, one facing the enemy, while the other wobbily headed towards Zhang Yan’s peak.
This tunneling light seed drunken, sowhat uncontrollable, crashing with a boom into the peak, leaving a shallow pit.
Luo Qingyu quickly erged, looking slightly fatigued. Without brushing the dust from his clothes, he grabbed Zhang Yan’s sleeve, whispering: "Junior Brother Zhang, you..."
Zhang Yan smiled faintly and said: "Thankfully, I did not disgrace my mission."
Luo Qingyu’s eyes imdiately revealed joy, and after a mont, he cald his excited Heart and Spirit, exhaled deeply, and said: "As an elder brother, I’ve been fighting with Feng Haiyang in the Array Diagram for more than an hour. This man is truly formidable, having utterly broken my seventy-two Wind and Thunder Green Peaks, exhausting my mana. I need to breathe here, hoping Junior Brother will protect ."
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