Translator: CinderTL
The next day, at the hour of Chen (7:00 AM).
Though dawn had already broken, the oppressive gale pressing down from above cast the surroundings into a dim twilight.
The Gang Qi Waterfall, which had been cascading into the abyss, suddenly reversed its course, surging upward toward the Nine Heavens.
"It’s ti to depart," Leng Zhi’s voice echoed abruptly.
Song Wen, Heng Ziping, and Xue Cong ceased their ditation and joined Leng Zhi at the edge of the abyss.
Before the Gang Qi Waterfall, which roared upward like a wrathful dragon, the four figures appeared as insignificant as ants.
Leng Zhi, holding the main formation plate, positioned herself at the center. Song Wen, Heng Ziping, and Xue Cong ford a triangular formation around her, their array disks arranged in a horn-like formation.
Simultaneously, the four began channeling magic seals into their respective array disks.
In an instant, three beams of azure light erupted from the auxiliary array disks, converging on the main formation plate.
Above the main formation plate, a tempestuous wind arose.
The wind seed sentient, coalescing into a Dao tornado that hovered above the four cultivators.
The tornado gradually expanded, swelling to a colossal thirty ters in diater, before abruptly descending, engulfing the group within its swirling vortex.
Instantly, wind surged beneath their feet, and the tornado lifted them into the air.
Leng Zhi abruptly changed her magic seal, causing the tornado to shift horizontally, carrying Song Wen and the others into the Gang Qi Waterfall.
Instantly, a trendous force slamd into the tornado.
The tornado began to shake violently, threatening to collapse at any mont.
Moreover, the gale was lifting the entire vortex upward at an alarming rate.
"Everyone, please focus all your spiritual power on controlling the array disks," Leng Zhi warned urgently. "We have only half an hour. If we can’t return to the ground before the Gang Qi Waterfall changes direction, the gale will drag us to the bottom of the abyss. The impact alone would likely shatter our bones."
The tornado ford by the Heavenly Net Wind-Binding Formation drew air upward in a spiraling vortex, releasing it from the top.
If the gale were to strike downward, it would inevitably crush the tornado, and the four occupants would be caught in the crossfire.
Understanding the gravity of the situation, Song Wen and the others channeled their full spiritual power into controlling their respective array disks.
The tornado solidified, and its rotational speed abruptly increased.
The tornado’s base, sharp as an iron cone, spun rapidly, tearing through the gale like ripping cloth, creating a fissure that allowed the wind to howl past on either side.
The tornado suddenly plunged downward, plumting into the depths of the abyss.
The gale roared like a raging flood, relentlessly battering the tornado, slowing its descent to little more than the speed of a golden core cultivator.
Moreover, the gale intensified as they descended deeper into the abyss.
The four dared not relax their vigilance, maintaining the tornado’s stability with all their might.
"How deep does this abyss go?" Heng Ziping suddenly asked. "We’ve already descended tens of thousands of miles, yet we still haven’t reached the bottom."
"Now is not the ti to ponder the abyss’s depths," Leng Zhi retorted. "We’re running out of ti. We must return imdiately. If the gale shifts direction, we’ll be dood!"
The four frowned. Three and a half quarters of an hour had passed, yet they hadn’t even glimpsed the Pure Origin Heavenly Dew.
Had they risked everything to enter this abyss only to co away empty-handed?
Song Wen’s expression suddenly shifted, and he spoke urgently.
"Fellow Daoist Leng Zhi, move closer to the cliff wall."
"Fellow Daoist Gou Jun, have you discovered sothing?" Leng Zhi asked.
Though puzzled, Leng Zhi steered the tornado toward the rock wall.
The tornado was already close to the wall, only ten miles away. In less than a breath, the distance shrank to five miles, bringing it within the group’s sensory range.
There, embedded in the dark, smooth rock wall, was a thumb-sized crystal.
The crystal was crystalline and translucent, shimring with iridescent light—the Pure Origin Heavenly Dew.
Leng Zhi’s expression brightened as she guided the tornado closer to the wall.
Heng Ziping and Xue Cong also wore delighted smiles.
But Heng Ziping soon noticed a problem.
His eyes fixed on Song Wen, he demanded, "Gou Jun, our cultivation realms are roughly equal. Why is your sensory range twice as far as ours?"
"I cultivated a secret art that condenses divine sense into threads," Song Wen replied. "This allows to penetrate obstacles like the gale to so extent."
His explanation wasn’t entirely baseless.
In the Lower Realm, he had practiced a secret art called the Breaking Dark Technique, which possessed similar properties.
However, after breaking through to the Divine Transformation stage, his divine sense power had surged, rendering the Breaking Dark Technique obsolete.
"Your thods are truly extraordinary, Fellow Daoist Song," Heng Ziping remarked, harboring no doubt about Song Wen’s words. He shifted his attention to the drop of Pure Origin Heavenly Dew.
By then, the tornado had already approached the cliff face.
As Leng Zhi executed a series of magic seals, a slender vortex erged from the main formation plate before her.
The vortex extended like a tentacle, piercing the tornado’s swirling barrier without affecting its violent rotation.
With a resounding crack, the vortex tentacle struck the cliff face.
The cliff proved far more resilient than anticipated, shattering only a few small fragnts of rock. Yet this was enough to reveal the Pure Origin Heavenly Dew.
The vortex tentacle coiled around the dew and retracted, drawing it back into the vortex before Leng Zhi caught it in her hand.
"There’s only one drop of Pure Origin Heavenly Dew," Leng Zhi said. "Who should receive it?"
Song Wen replied, "Yesterday, Fellow Daoist Heng established the rule: ’Each according to their ability.’ Since I discovered this drop, it naturally belongs to ."
"Absolutely not!" Heng Ziping retorted firmly.
"It seems Fellow Daoist Heng intends to go back on his word," Song Wen said with a smile.
"Gou Jun, your divine sense has the greatest range. If we follow this rule, the three of us won’t get a single drop of Pure Origin Heavenly Dew, despite our efforts," Heng Ziping protested.
"Then, according to your suggestion, fellow daoist, who should receive this drop of Pure Origin Heavenly Dew?" Song Wen asked.
Heng Ziping naturally wanted to claim it for himself, but he couldn’t bring himself to ask directly, leaving him montarily speechless.
At that mont, Xue Cong suddenly spoke up.
"Perhaps we should give this drop of Pure Origin Heavenly Dew to Fellow Daoist Gou Jun first, but we need to revise the distribution thod. The four of us could establish an order and allocate the Pure Origin Heavenly Dew in sequence."
"Then why should Gou Jun be ranked first?" Heng Ziping demanded.
"Well..." Xue Cong stamred, at a loss for words.
His initial overtures to Song Wen had primarily been aid at forming an alliance against Leng Zhi and Heng Ziping.
Even now, when the four of them still needed to rely on each other, disagreents were already surfacing. Once they no longer needed each other’s support, a full-blown conflict seed inevitable.
"I agree that Gou Jun should take the lead," Leng Zhi suddenly interjected. "Now that we know the Pure Origin Heavenly Dew exists on the cliff face, a few more trips into the abyss should yield enough for all four of us. For the upcoming searches, we’ll still need to rely on Fellow Daoist Gou Jun’s divine sense. It’s only natural that he should be ranked first."
Heng Ziping listened in silence, deep in thought.
But when he noticed the peculiar glint in Leng Zhi’s eyes as she looked at him, he seed to understand sothing, and a faint smile imdiately appeared on his face.
"Fellow Daoist Leng Zhi’s reasoning is sound. Let Gou Jun take the lead."
"Then how should the three of us be ranked?" Xue Cong asked.
"The Heavenly Net Wind-Binding Formation belongs to Fellow Daoist Leng Zhi, and she bears the heavy responsibility of controlling the main formation plate, requiring both physical and ntal exertion. Considering both sentint and logic, Fellow Daoist Leng Zhi should be ranked second, I’ll take third, and Fellow Daoist Xue Cong fourth. What do you think?"
"I have no objections," Leng Zhi replied.
Xue Cong’s lips twitched a few tis before he finally agreed.
"I also agree."
(End of the Chapter)
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