Longevity Martial Arts: Grinding Experience in the Chaotic World Chapter 1254 - 651: No Escape Even with Wings

Shortly after, a faint radiance emanated from the Jade Scroll, and Gong Xuefeng’s frail voice echoed forth.

"Northeast direction, there is a marker..."

Quan Yangping, bearing his wounds, began to move towards the indicated location.

He discovered Gong Xuefeng recuperating within a cavern concealed behind a cascade of water.

Gong Xuefeng’s complexion was pallid, his right arm bent at an unnatural angle, and the front of his robes was saturated with blood.

Stirred by the sound, he abruptly opened his eyes and a measure of relief washed over him upon spotting Quan Yangping.

"Gong!"

Quan Yangping collapsed onto the ground.

"That Gu Sheng is utterly inhuman! He was practically on death’s door, how could he possibly..."

"Silence!"

Gong Xuefeng’s sharp rebuke worsened his injuries, eliciting a coughing fit that expelled a mouthful of blood.

"I was indeed careless... I never anticipated he possessed such a hidden strength."

Quan Yangping’s gaze burned with animosity.

"We must exact retribution!"

Gong Xuefeng let out a cold sneer and retrieved a dark Token from his robes.

"Naturally, we shall pursue vengeance... but not at this moment."

He traced the peculiar engravings upon the Token.

"I have already devised a plan to deal with him..."

"What plan?" Quan Yangping inquired with urgency.

Gong Xuefeng offered no reply, instead closing his eyes to continue his recovery.

"First, you must restore your Spiritual Power... you will understand then when the opportune time arrives."

Though brimming with questions, Quan Yangping dared not press further and quietly assumed a meditative posture.

...

Three days elapsed, high above Ten Thousand Ghost Ridge.

A figure clad in black ascended into the Emptiness, accompanied by five formidable cultivators.

These individuals, all at the Peak of the Earth Palace Realm, displayed profound deference towards the man in black.

"Mo, Ten Thousand Ghost Ridge lies ahead,"

A cultivator bearing twin swords announced with respect.

The man in black, identified as Mo Wuheng, gave a slight nod, his eyes alight with murderous intent.

"Gu Sheng..."

"Did you ever foresee a day such as this, after you slew my brother?"

The five trailing individuals remained silent.

Aware of Mo Wuheng’s temperament, they understood further words would be futile.

"According to intelligence, Gu Sheng ought to still be within Ten Thousand Ghost Ridge," another cultivator ventured cautiously.

"However, there are rumors that Gong Xuefeng of the Luotian Sect is also present..."

Mo Wuheng released a chilling scoff.

"Gong Xuefeng? Merely a pathetic whelp. He could not even overcome a mere youngster in the Earth Palace Realm."

With a wave of his hand, the entourage surged forward into the heart of Ten Thousand Ghost Ridge.

"Brother, I shall soon offer Gu Sheng's head to honor you..."

Above Ten Thousand Ghost Ridge, a resplendent beam of light pierced the heavens. The Supreme Treasure Sword, embedded in the firmament, unleashed a thunderous Sword Qi.

The starlit radiance emanating from the blade cascaded like a cosmic waterfall, its terrifying Sword Qi shredding the clouds for a hundred-mile radius.

"It is an Ancient Divine Weapon!"

An Elder trembled with elation.

"At least of the Holy Artifact Tier!"

Covetous gazes shot forth from every direction, and dozens of figures converged upon the stream of light.

A few discerning observers halted their advance in mid-air, observing with detachment.

"Fools."

A cultivator garbed in purple robes derided.

"Such a Divine Weapon cannot be claimed lightly. It would be wiser to first locate that brat, Gu Sheng."

His pronouncement found agreement among several nearby individuals.

In contrast to the elusive treasure sword, Gu Sheng—this "mobile treasure vault"—presented a far more tangible opportunity.

Furthermore, there was the substantial bounty offered by the Supreme Immortal Sect.

...

On the outskirts of Ten Thousand Ghost Ridge, a man and a woman hovered in the air.

"Holy Maiden, exercise caution,"

Dragon Palace advised with a frown.

"This upheaval is considerable; it might even provoke those ancient behemoths."

Qinghe Saintess, veiled in white, revealed only her clear, expressive eyes.

"Fear not, brother; I possess sound judgment."

Suddenly, in the distance, a storm of multicolored energy erupted, sending tremors through the land.

"Is another Treasure surfacing?"

Dragon Palace expressed uncertainty.

Qinghe Saintess’s eyes gleamed with sharp intensity.

"No, it is the shockwave from a Magic Artifact’s self-destruction!"

The pair transformed into streaks of light, hurtling towards the epicenter of the blast.

...

"Cough, cough..."

Gu Sheng extricated himself from the debris, his expression exceedingly grim.

The recent detonation had violently churned his Qi and Blood, exacerbating his unhealed wounds by an additional third.

Ling Xiao, covered in dust, hurried over.

"Gu, this commotion..."

"It is Gong Xuefeng!"

Gu Sheng clenched his teeth.

"That scoundrel intentionally detonated a Magic Artifact to lure others here!"

The sound of objects piercing the air was already audible from afar. Gu Sheng made an immediate decision.

"Run!"

Just as they scrambled out of their concealed pit, they nearly collided with two familiar figures.

"Can you truly escape?"

Gong Xuefeng grinned wickedly, while beside him, Quan Yangping gripped a crimson blade, his gaze burning with malice.

Gu Sheng's eyes narrowed to mere slits.

Gong Xuefeng's presence felt even more chilling and sinister than it had three days prior, and remarkably, his right arm was completely restored!

"To ensure my demise, you even sacrificed your bonded Magic Artifact?"

Gu Sheng let out a mocking laugh.

Gong Xuefeng, unfazed, spread his arms wide in a triumphant gesture.

"It was entirely worth it! Listen closely, can you hear the multitude of powerful beings converging upon us?"

"My intention is for you to know the terror of being pursued by thousands!"

"You lunatic!"

Ling Xiao cursed with fierce indignation.

Wasting no further moments, Gu Sheng acted.

An ethereal phantom of an ancient bronze bell materialized above his head, its surface etched with arcane runes, exuding an aura of profound antiquity and immense distance.

"The legendary Ancient Reincarnation Bell?!"

Gong Xuefeng's countenance shifted dramatically, his shock palpable.

"How is it even possible for you to refine such a treasure!"

"Dong——"

The bell reverberated with a single strike, its sound waves visibly propagating outwards. Gong Xuefeng and Quan Yangping were struck with the force of a colossal blow, involuntarily retching blood and being propelled backward.

"Let's go!"

Gu Sheng seized Ling Xiao, and they swiftly retreated in the opposite direction.

From behind them, Gong Xuefeng's furious, almost deranged roar echoed.

"Gu Sheng! You cannot possibly escape your fate!"

...

Suspended in the vast expanse of the sky, three figures abruptly ceased their aerial traversal.

"That is undeniably the aura of the Reincarnation Bell!"

The foremost elder among them had his eyes ignite with piercing intensity.

"Pursue them!"

The trio altered their course, accelerating with such ferocity that they generated sonic booms, tearing through the fabric of the air. Their formidable cultivation far surpassed the standards of the Heavenly Palace Realm, enabling them to close the distance with Gu Sheng in mere moments.

"This is not good!"

Gu Sheng's Divine Sense immediately detected the terrifying power emanating from behind, filling him with a sense of profound despair. At their current level, any form of resistance against such might was utterly impossible.

Ling Xiao's face drained of all color.

"Gu, we must split up!"

"There's no way!"