Published: February 25, 2025
“Mu Sister is right. You are so seriously injured. If you participate in the life-and-death battle…”
Tears streamed down Shiyao's face, unable to make a sound.
“Buzz!”
The space trembled as Shen Suzhen hovered above the golden dragon spirit lion, looking down at Tan Yun, her beautiful eyes filled with a murderous intent.
“Thank you for your kindness, Supreme Elder. It was an accident during my cultivation, and it has nothing to do with anyone else,” Tan Yun replied weakly.
At this moment, Huangfu Yu appeared in mid-air, his gaze resolute as he said, “Brother Tan, I will go find the sovereign! I want the sovereign to stop this decisive battle!”
“Don’t say foolish things,” Tan Yun shook his head. “The rules of life and death battles were set by the ancestor master, and no one has the authority to change them, not even the sovereign.”
“Moreover, if you go to find the sovereign, aren’t you putting him in a difficult position? Do you want the sovereign to be in the eye of the storm, with people stabbing him in the back?”
“But…” Before Huangfu Yu could finish, Tan Yun took a deep breath and said, “There’s no ‘but’. Alright, you don’t need to worry about me too much. I need two more hours to quietly recover from my injuries.”
“No matter what, I will still fight today! This is not just a life-and-death battle; it is also the honor of our Meritorious Lineage!”
“Don’t say I’m just injured; even if I have only one breath left, I will never back down!”
Hearing Tan Yun's bold words, over three hundred disciples had tears in their eyes.
In the Sea of Clouds, Shen Subing wiped away her tears and shot down to the back of the golden dragon spirit lion.
After dismissing the crowd, without waiting for her to speak, Tan Yun respectfully said, “Chief, you don’t need to worry about me; I’m fine. We should set off for Fang City now; it will be too late if we delay.”
“Hmm.” After Shen Subing summoned a Spirit Vessel, she was the first to soar onto it.
Mu Mengyi bent down to hug Tan Yun and boarded the Spirit Vessel with the others.
The golden dragon spirit lion transformed into a golden ray and dove into the Spirit Beast Bag at Tan Yun's waist.
“If anything happens to him today, I will not survive!” Shen Subing stood gracefully at the front of the Spirit Vessel, her back to everyone as she silently wept, maneuvering the Spirit Vessel towards the exit of the Meritorious Sacred Realm...
Tan Yun lay flat on the Spirit Vessel; as the Qiankun Ring flickered, thirty-six blood-red Formation Bases made of Time-Space Meteor Crystals flew out from the Qiankun Ring and scattered around Tan Yun.
“Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh—”
As thirty-six strands of spiritual power dispersed from Tan Yun’s hand and entered the thirty-six Formation Bases, the time became disordered and the space twisted, forming a unique time-space.
At this moment, Tan Yun set up the High-Grade Mustard Seed Time-Space Treasure Formation; two hours in the outside world equated to three hours within the formation...
With two quarters of an hour remaining before the life-and-death battle, Shen Subing steered the Spirit Vessel out of the Meritorious Sacred Realm.
After more than two hours of recovery within the formation, Tan Yun breathed a sigh of relief, as his injury recovery speed, thanks to his rising realm, was increasingly miraculous. His internal injuries had now healed by sixty percent!
Tan Yun looked at the worried crowd and said, his eyes shimmering with brilliance, “You don’t need to worry about me; I have a way to handle today’s life-and-death battle!”
...
As the hour approached, Shen Subing piloted the Spirit Vessel. When they were still several hundred miles from Fang City, she discovered that the Platform of Destruction was surrounded by millions of dark crowds suspended in mid-air!
Among the crowd, ten magic treasure pavilions floated. On the first pavilion sat Yuwen Fengjun, the elder of law enforcement from the Holy Gate.