A Boat

Ye Chuan looked at Su Yao, who couldn't even form a complete sentence before him. There was not a shred of pity in his eyes; instead, he snapped his fingers again.

The halo of Origin Magic lit up once more. A light, airy sentence fell from his lips, like the pronouncement of a final sentence:

"Ten thousand times."

"No!!"

A ten-thousand-fold amplification of senses felt as if Su Yao's soul was being ripped from her body and subjected to endless torture.

Ye Chuan's actions instantly shattered her last ounce of sanity.

The dignified bearing of a Holy Maiden she had been desperately maintaining just a moment ago was now crushed into dust.

Her consciousness was completely swallowed by boundless agony, leaving only primal instincts. Like a puppet with its strings cut, she collapsed in the chaotic mist, unable to even shed a single tear.

"Broken?"

Ye Chuan did not particularly care about Su Yao; after all, he only wanted to see if he could use her to lure out that old man Wucang.

He looked up at the golden barrier not far away, which remained completely motionless. He clicked his tongue, a flash of admiration passing through his eyes.

Not bad, truly not bad.

An old monster who had lived for tens of thousands of years indeed possessed an unusually ruthless temperament.

Even with his only blood relative being tortured to such a state, he managed to forcefully seal off his six senses and sit tight without revealing even the slightest fluctuation of Dao principles.

With this level of endurance, it was no wonder he could slaughter his way through countless geniuses and cross the threshold of the Ascension Realm.

Ye Chuan also knew that dragging things out like this was not a solution.

Wucang was dead set on hiding like a turtle inside his Ascension Realm origin barrier, playing dead.

Although Ye Chuan could firmly trap him using the Chaos Domain, it was genuinely difficult to break through this barrier of Dao principles, which had accumulated over tens of thousands of years, in a short amount of time.

If they engaged in a war of attrition, even if he could eventually grind the old thing to death, it would take a century. He didn't have the free time to waste here with a dying old geezer.

He needed to find a helper.

Ji Lingxuan's figure instantly flashed through Ye Chuan's mind.

Good sister.

She was the Holy Son of the Absolute Beginning Holy Land, after all. Maybe he could see if she could bring over an Ascension Realm helper?

Those old men in coffins from the forbidden ground last time seemed pretty good.

Thinking of this, Ye Chuan lightly tapped his fingertip, mobilizing the Origin Magic within his body.

Time to make a clone.

The moment his words fell, a soft white halo overflowed from his body and slowly condensed in front of him.

In the blink of an eye, a clone with the exact same appearance and aura as him stood steadily in place.

As for why he didn't use an avatar...

Well...

Having the Little Black avatar standing there looked like a monster had just spawned, so never mind.

"Pop. Go find Ji Lingxuan," Ye Chuan said to the clone after it appeared.

The clone gave a slight nod. Carrying a wisp of Ye Chuan's divine sense, its figure flickered and broke through the spatial barrier of the Chaos Domain.

...

Meanwhile, in Black Crystal City, the atmosphere was already fraught with panic and tension.

All the cultivators in Black Crystal City knew that the Ascension Realm ancestor of the Parasol Tree Holy Land, who had slumbered for tens of thousands of years, had broken out of his coffin and emerged from seclusion.

Factions large and small across the city had fled early on, terrified that they would be killed if they were even a step too late.

For an Ascension Realm mighty figure, even just a wisp of their aura could easily turn thousands of miles into an ocean of blood.

Right at this moment, a figure suddenly flew over from the horizon.

Ji Lingxuan, dressed in a moon-white brocade robe, landed steadily.

Behind her followed two Tribulation Realm elders from the Absolute Beginning Holy Land, their footsteps light and their auras concealed.

As soon as the news of Perfected Wucang emerging from seclusion reached the Absolute Beginning Holy Land, Ji Lingxuan brought people over immediately.

She knew all too well how sinister and ruthless that old thing Wucang was. Since Ye Chuan had previously slaughtered nearly half the elders and disciples of the Parasol Tree Holy Land, the first person this old thing would seek to settle scores with upon leaving seclusion was bound to be Ye Chuan.

Back then, she had recognized Ye Chuan's heaven-defying potential and reached out to befriend him early on, even offering her full support when the Parasol Tree Holy Land attacked. Now that Ye Chuan was facing a life-and-death crisis, it was naturally impossible for her to sit idly by.

As soon as she landed, she noticed the domain not far away, which seemed to shroud the sky in a pitch-black hue.

Ji Lingxuan pondered for a few seconds, only to see Ye Chuan's clone waving at her from a flight of stairs not far away.

Ji Lingxuan paused, momentarily stunned, before quickly walking forward. She scanned him from top to bottom, breathing a sigh of relief only after confirming he was completely unharmed.

"Brother Ye, I thought you had fallen into the hands of that old thing Perfected Wucang. Yet here you are, leisurely enjoying the scenery?"

"What's the rush? I'm perfectly fine, aren't I? This is my clone." Ye Chuan felt as if he were controlling a video game character inside his domain as he continued speaking to Ji Lingxuan, "That old thing has no time to cause trouble for me. He's currently trapped by me."

The smile on Ji Lingxuan's face instantly froze, replaced by a look of sheer disbelief. "What did you say? Trapped? Who? Perfected Wucang?!"

"Who else? Is there a second Ascension Realm old geezer in this Black Crystal City?"

"Are you crazy?!" Ji Lingxuan instantly raised her voice, reaching out to check his pulse with a look of utter bewilderment. "Wucang is a genuine Ascension Realm expert! An old monster who has lived for tens of thousands of years! You only just broke through to the Mahayana Realm, and you trapped him?!"

The two elders behind her also instantly widened their eyes, drawing in a sharp breath of cold air. They looked at Ye Chuan as if they were looking at a monster.

A Mahayana Realm cultivator trapping an Ascension Realm expert?

Little did they know that Ye Chuan was no longer in the Mahayana Realm, but the Tribulation Realm.

But to Ji Lingxuan, Ye Chuan had only just broken through to the Mahayana Realm. It had only been a few days, and he had already shot up to the Tribulation Realm.

Yes, it was terrifying.

Ye Chuan casually recounted the course of events.

Ji Lingxuan stood rooted to the spot, stunned for a full half-minute before she finally snapped back to her senses.

She had long known that Ye Chuan was a peerless genius with limitless potential, possibly even hailing from the Upper Realm.

But Ji Lingxuan never expected that this guy, having only just broken through to the Tribulation Realm, could completely trap an Ascension Realm mighty figure like Wucang, who had lived for tens of thousands of years.

This was no longer just being a genius; this was outright defying the heavens!

Ji Lingxuan also breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, her relationship with Ye Chuan was quite good. Otherwise, if she had accidentally offended such a person, the Absolute Beginning Holy Land would be in immense trouble.

After all, the strength of the Absolute Beginning Holy Land was no greater than that of the Parasol Tree Holy Land.

Meanwhile, the high-end combat power of the Parasol Tree Holy Land had been completely wiped out, and their ancestor was even locked up by Ye Chuan like he was in a monster-catching ball.

"What do you plan to do?" Ji Lingxuan asked. "Your true body is still inside, right?"

"Doesn't the Absolute Beginning Holy Land also have an ancestor?" Ye Chuan spoke up.

Ji Lingxuan instantly understood Ye Chuan's meaning. She was even a little incredulous. "Are you planning to have me ask the ancestor of the Absolute Beginning Holy Land to emerge from seclusion and fight Wucang together?"

"Correct."

"This..." Ji Lingxuan was, after all, merely the Holy Son. An ancestor was an ancestor; she simply didn't have the authority to do such a thing.

"Is it that hard?"

"It's not a matter of being hard or not. Unless it concerns the survival of the Holy Land, we absolutely cannot force the ancestor out of seclusion as a last resort," Ji Lingxuan said.

"Think about it. If I can't keep that old man contained, won't your Absolute Beginning Holy Land also suffer terribly?" Ye Chuan smiled.

At the end of the day, in that old man's eyes, Ye Chuan and the Absolute Beginning Holy Land were on the same boat.