Chapter 112: Taking Action to Rescue

It should be noted that while Guishun Valley restricted cultivators’ Realms, those who carried spirit artifacts could still unleash their Power.

When those two acted, others could no longer hold back.

Though the three-headed spirit snake in mid-air was merely a projection, everyone knew the Immortal Soul resided within this canyon. Today might mark its emergence, as it wouldn’t manifest without reason.

Abnormal signs around the Immortal Soul had persisted for nearly a month, yet it only revealed itself today—there must be deeper causes.

Yu Feilong of Heavenly Palace flicked his fingers, summoning a thunderbolt that ignited clashes between major Forces.

Hua Yuehong stood alongside Yu Feilong like a golden pair, both targeting the three-headed spirit snake to seize it.

From Tianlei Sacred Church, Dongfang Hong swung his right hand, divine lightning coiling around his arm as a fearsome aura erupted.

Yan Fei and Ouyuan Lie of Divine Martial Sect joined not to claim the Immortal Soul immediately, but to exploit the chaos and dismantle the canyon’s restrictions through collective effort.

These geniuses understood the canyon’s eerie nature—charging blindly meant death. Thus, under the pretense of competition, they covertly collaborated to destroy the valley’s defenses.

Xiang San Shao and Shi Busi of Shanhua Alliance entered the fray, while Heavenly Fire Sect’s Azure Sky Dragon and Bai Ruomei displayed astonishing strength in battle.

Now seven of the Nine Peaks had joined, leaving only Young Master of Thousand Phantoms and Beichen Haoyu inactive.

Most attackers were at the peak Soul Martial Realm, some wielding spirit artifacts that intensified the chaos.

Despite fierce attacks from experts, the canyon’s mist kept churning, briefly revealing glimpses of the valley floor before concealing it again.

“The Nine Peaks must strike together to break the ‘Nine Dragons Competing for the Pearl’ formation here,” declared a plain-looking youth versed in formations, exposing the canyon’s secret.

Beichen Haoyu glanced at Young Master of Thousand Phantoms before attacking. After brief hesitation, the latter joined too.

With all Nine Peaks assaulting simultaneously, their coordinated siege gained dominance. The mist slowed its retreat, still resisting stubbornly.

Cheng Lingyu felt uneasy, sensing impending danger yet unable to pinpoint it. Above the canyon, the three-headed spirit snake shrank as mysterious heavenly tribulation clouds materialized, bombarding it with strikes.

Lan Xiaozhu frowned. “Why does this feel like aiding the enemy?”

Cheng Lingyu paled. “Aiding… Oh no! I see now!” His suspicion solidified when he noticed the plain youth retreating stealthily.

A deafening explosion erupted. The canyon’s mist vanished as howling winds shook the earth and void. Glowing formation Patterns crisscrossed the gorge, devouring void energy to suppress the turmoil.

“Trap!” shouted a cultivator. The sealed Immortal Soul—the three-headed snake itself—had lured them to break its prison using their combined strength.

A voice countered, “How else could we merge with it unless freed?”

Some cultivators sneered with arrogance.

The earth cracked open as the void roared.

Attacks from numerous cultivators converged, triggering a massive explosion that engulfed the canyon’s landscape.

Above, calamity clouds gathered. Heavenly tribulation power manifested as divine lightning, striking like thunderbolts that ravaged the canyon with apocalyptic force.

Many cultivators hovered mid-air to observe, while others retreated to avoid becoming collateral.

Cheng Lingyu tugged Lan Xiaozhu toward the wooden-faced youth, only to spot experts targeting him.

“Who are those black-clad cultivators? All at peak Soul Martial Realm, uniformed—could they belong to Young Master of Thousand Phantoms?”

Lan Xiaozhu gasped. Cheng Lingyu narrowed his eyes, aware the crowded area hid formidable figures.

Though skilled in formations and movement techniques, the wooden youth struggled against five attackers, soon cornered.

Cheng Lingyu noticed faint energy threads from the five cultivators, forming an inescapable trap around their target—a technique beyond his current cultivation level.

Despite desperate attempts, the youth remained confined within the invisible barrier due to the vast Realm gap.

“Deceive our master, face death,” a black-clad cultivator coldly declared.

The wooden youth flicked hand seals, emitting divine light that formed defensive formations.

“Clever, but futile,” the attackers jeered. Simultaneously, they unleashed crushing energy waves that shredded the youth’s clothes and ruptured his veins.

Roaring, the youth shot swirling light from his fingertips. It expanded into a deadly formation mid-air.

“Beware the kill array!” A black-clad cultivator retreated hastily. Two comrades dodged, but the remaining pair fell—one dead, one maimed.

Cheng Lingyu stared, awestruck. Deploying formations effortlessly was no ordinary feat.

Though versed in the Heavenly Spirit Array himself, Cheng Lingyu lacked the Realm to replicate such instant casting.

The wooden youth fled, but three unharmed pursuers trapped him again with overwhelming techniques.

Bleeding profusely, the youth’s eyes blazed with a white tiger’s phantom—a desperate spiritual assault to bridge the Realm disparity.

The seasoned attackers anticipated this. One engaged frontally while two flanked, unfazed by the mental onslaught.

A light blade arced through the youth’s chest, drawing a pained roar.

With dying strength, he launched two incomplete formations. The weakened attacks only injured two foes.

The last attacker snarled, executing a crimson cross-slash that materialized at the youth’s heart.

Death loomed. The youth’s eyes burned with defiance as the white tiger phantom roared uselessly.

Cheng Lingyu’s mind raced, calculating risks. In a heartbeat, he released Lan Xiaozhu and blurred forward.

His left palm unleashed sword-shaped true essence—Heart Sword Leaves No Trace—sundering the attacker’s defenses and annihilating his martial souls. Simultaneously, his right fist shattered the lethal cross-slash.

Cheng Lingyu then lunged at the wounded foe, silencing him permanently.

The wooden youth gaped in recognition—this was the man who’d entered Spirit Hall.

“Move!” Cheng Lingyu hauled both companions away as chaos erupted below.

The canyon trembled with vengeful spirits’ wails. Beneath crumbling Nine Peaks, the three-headed spirit snake’s Immortal Soul strained against its weakening seal.

Cultivators clashed—some reinforcing the seal, others trying to free the beast. Heavenly tribulation energies mingled with exploding spirit artifacts and martial souls, painting the gloom with deadly light.

For half an hour, cataclysm reigned before stillness returned.