The Golden Winged Kun Roc tore through the Wugeng Void, ripping apart layers upon layers of void space, its wings spanning a thousand miles.
Its speed was so fast that it vanished from one end of the void to the other in an instant.
Monk Huijue stood no chance of defending against it.
With a "boom," the Kun Roc’s sharp claws pierced through the Buddha statue and then the Golden Winged Kun Roc disappeared into the void, vanishing into Xu Zii’s second palace chamber.
Xu Zii looked up to see Monk Huijue’s statue "crack, crack" as it began to split with cracks.
Eventually, it completely shattered.
"Benefactor, your kindness is imnse," said Monk Huijue as he gave Xu Zii a Buddhist bow, speaking in a sigh.
He knew that the Kun Roc could have easily killed him just now.
As his words faded, the dark ocean above Monk Huijue’s head, the Sea of Suffering of All Beings, shattered with a wave of his right hand.
Finally turning into a rain of blood that fell from the sky.
The blood rain mixed with the torrential downpour above, staining the entire jungle blood red.
"You all go, go," Xu Zii waved his hand slightly.
"Don’t disturb my solitude."
Monk Huijue was silent for a mont, wanting to say sothing but ultimately holding back.
Taoist Yueshan pulled him away to leave.
The rain in the sky seed to fall even heavier; Xu Zii lay beneath a large tree, leaning against the trunk with his eyes slightly closed, dozing off.
...…
From a distance, a carriage rushed over, the sound of horse hooves chaotic and noisy.
Amidst the cover of the downpour, a dozen fierce horses surrounded the carriage, each bearing a soldier clad in armor.
The driver was an old man in a green robe, his gaze hawk-like, ominous and grey.
"There’s a sll of blood," the old man suddenly murmured.
Everyone tensed up and hurriedly brought the carriage to a halt.
"There’s been a major battle here," the old man scanned the surroundings and finally said lightly.
"Check the surroundings and make sure it’s safe before we move on."
"Uncle Cheng," a woman’s voice ca from inside the carriage at that mont.
"Miss, please command," the old man quickly responded.
"Won’t stopping here waste ti, especially since soone is still chasing us?" the woman said with so concern.
"Don’t worry, miss, we’re safe now that we’ve entered the Wandering Dragon Mountain Range."
The old man said with a smile, "The mountain range is crisscrossed with paths, making it very difficult to track us, especially with this heavy rain covering up everything."
"That’s good," the woman in the carriage replied, and then she slowly lifted the curtain at the front of the carriage.
Inside sat two people, the woman on the left dressed like a maid.
On the right was a woman in a Qing Luo dress, her hair as long as black silk.
Her face was sowhat gaunt, her black hair curled around her ears, seemingly stuck to the right side of her face due to sweat.
She looked quite distinctive.
"Miss, you should stay inside the carriage; it’s raining outside," the old man said quickly.
"It’s fine; Lian and I are just coming out for so air," the woman said with a smile, shaking her head.
The maid Lian was covered with a layer of blue Spiritual Energy barrier that almost entirely blocked the rain from reaching her.
But the Qing Luo woman hadn’t used any protective asures, allowing the rain to fall freely upon her.
"Miss, you," Lian started with a worried look but stopped herself.
"It’s no bother; I quite like the rain," the woman said, shaking her head with a smile.
As the two were talking, a guard’s exclamation was heard nearby.
"Manager Cheng, there’s soone here."
Everyone hurriedly followed the sound and saw a young man lying under a big tree; the pouring rain around him didn’t touch his body at all.
"What’s with this person?" Lian asked with so confusion.
"There’s been a big fight here before, it must be related to this guy," Uncle Cheng said gravely.
"We better not ddle in others’ business; let’s just move on quickly."
"But what if we ignore him and he dies here?" the girl Qing Luo’s eyebrows furrowed slightly.
She said, "We don’t even know if he’s dead or alive now."
A guard wanted to approach and check Xu Zii’s breathing, but before he could reach him, Xu Zii slowly opened his eyes.
"There’s such a downpour, yet soone is coming here?" Xu Zii said with curiosity.
"Who are you?" A guard asked warily.
"Just a traveler," Xu Zii said with a smile.
He looked up at the carriage behind him and asked, "Where are you headed? May I hitch a ride with you?"
"Sorry, it’s inconvenient," Uncle Cheng said cautiously.
"Oh pity, such a pouring rain and still having to cross the Wandering Dragon Mountain Range alone, so many dangers along the way," Xu Zii sighed as he stood up.
After a mont of silence, Qing Luo looked up and said, "If the gentleman doesn’t mind, he could travel with our caravan.
We happen to be going to the Nine States Domain."
"Miss, you," Uncle Cheng said with so confusion.
"Being out and about, eting is fate. If we can help, then let’s help," Qing Luo said with a smile.
"But we don’t know his origins, this could be very dangerous," Uncle Cheng said flatly.
"Soone as handso as I am must be a good person," Xu Zii said with a smile.
"If you’re not afraid of death, then follow," Uncle Cheng’s gaze coldly glanced at Xu Zii before he turned and walked towards the carriage.
"Give him a horse," Qing Luo told a guard.
"No need, I have my mount," Xu Zii said with a smile.
With a beckon of his right hand, the Dark Heaven Tiger burst out from the Storage Ring, stopping by Xu Zii’s side.
The mont Dark Heaven Tiger appeared, all the spirited horses around were startled, uneasily struggling against their reins.
It was only after the Dark Heaven Tiger roared that the horses quieted down.
"You, your," a nearby guard stuttered while looking at the Dark Heaven Tiger, unable to speak properly for a while.
anwhile, an elder in the carriage gazed intently for so ti before finally lowering his head, seemingly deep in thought.
"You can lead the way," Xu Zii said with a light laugh.
The terrain of the Wandering Dragon Mountain Range was still unfamiliar to Xu Zii, and crossing the entire range to reach the Nine States Domain, he was afraid of getting lost.
Now following this group of people, he had no more worries about what might be behind him.
And looking at the mbers of the group, the strongest character, an old man called Uncle Cheng, only had the modest power of the Esteem Vein Realm.
He couldn’t even beat the Dark Heaven Tiger.
...…
The heavy rain did not stop or slow down, still pouring down in torrents.
The group walked on the damp ground, erging from the jungle to find a dozen minor paths ahead.
The paths branched in every direction. After the guards discerned the way, the carriages moved on again, heading down a small northbound road.
The sky gradually darkened.
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