The sword stance retracted, returning to his front. Zong Shou casually pulverized a streak of light flying toward him into dust.

—It was Lu Wushuang’s broken silver spear, a desperate, last-ditch maneuver: relieving the siege of Wei by attacking Han. But it was this desperate move that saved Lu Wushuang’s life in the end.

Seeing that Zong Shou was currently undergoing tribulation, his body engulfed in the holy flames, he could not tolerate interruption. Lu Wushuang gasped, his eyes filled with an indescribable complexity.

The fighting intent in his gaze receded, replaced entirely by deep dread and astonishment! However, what truly occupied Zong Shou’s attention at this moment was the refined youth standing behind him.

Having been rebuffed initially, the youth had not made another move. Instead, he stood a thousand zhang away, his hands forming spiritual seals.

Even when Lu Wushuang was in the most perilous situation, nearly slain by Zong Shou’s sword, he showed no inclination to intervene. Now, clusters of spiritual energy rippled endlessly through the void, traveling far beyond the domain, penetrating the emptiness itself.

Zong Shou turned his head and looked toward this person. After a brief contemplation, he knew the reason.

“Is this the Great Void Transference Incantation?” In his memory, this was a spiritual technique of unparalleled might. Not in terms of destructive power, but in its function.

People like them, traversing the Outer Void, actually passed through the gaps between countless bubbles. They used these naturally formed shortcuts to journey across the myriad realms.

But the Great Void Transference Incantation truly shattered the barriers of time and space. Countless worlds existed in parallel on the same temporal plane.

And this Great Void Transference Incantation directly opened up those intervening ‘layers’! Between two worlds, traveling through the Outer Void might mean a distance spanning hundreds or thousands of worlds.

But if one used a method of genuine temporal traversal to pierce through both realms, it was merely breaking through a single membrane on the temporal plane. Yet, this ‘membrane’ often confounded even Divine Realm and Saint Realm experts.

The river of time contained too many variables. The spatial coordinates often shifted unpredictably, making fixation difficult.

Only the Great Void Transference Incantation was the exception; it could bring those from worlds thousands of layers away to this location! However, this technique usually demanded extremely stringent requirements.

Preparations needed to be made in advance: spiritual markings had to be drawn on the skin beforehand, using the body as the array, and there needed to be synchronization between the inside and outside. Furthermore, unless one was a Divine Realm expert, the physical body could not withstand the impact of void transference.

“It is indeed the Great Void Transference Incantation! Your Highness shows astonishing insight!” Lu Wubing chuckled, spreading his wide sleeves, and dozens of blood-red spirit crystals flew out.

In a flash, a small spiritual array took shape. “Your Highness is the only person I, Lu Wubing, have ever met whose depth I cannot fathom.

I also know that engaging Your Highness in battle allows for no carelessness whatsoever. Therefore, I made more preparations upon arriving.

Fortunately, these arrangements were not excessive. Soul Realm Sword Intent, Star Dao Seed.

Your Highness’s strength is truly supreme among peers. I was merely lucky, lucky—” At this moment, Lu Wubing seemed to transform into a gate to the void.

Several powerful, vast currents of intention—superior even to those of Zong Shou and Lu Wushuang—poured through the emptiness. “Divine Realm?

Well done, Young Master Wubing!” Lu Yantian rejoiced, and his fatigued body suddenly recovered its strength. Seeing hope suddenly emerge from desperation, he instantly felt threads of vitality and true essence surging into his limbs and meridians, nourishing his parched frame.

No, it shouldn't be called hope; it was the certainty of victory. Beyond the void gate, the intentions of no fewer than three Divine Realm experts had clearly entered this realm.

Zong Shou had severed his arm and nearly killed Lu Wushuang with several sword strikes, but ultimately, he was still destined to perish here, atop the Tianyan Manor. He immediately burst into uncontrollable laughter.

No matter how strong this person was, no matter how unexpected his swordsmanship, what did it matter? He was ultimately going to die here!

Could this person possibly survive in the presence of three Divine Realm experts? Lu Wushuang was stunned, his face cycling through shades of blue and white for a moment before he took a deep breath.

He took out another red spear, held his dark-red great shield, and moved forward, subtly trying to hold the line behind him. At this moment, as long as the enemy could be executed and his head taken, Lu Wushuang believed he could endure any method, any cost.

Appealing to the Divine Realm cultivators under the Xuan Ye Kingdom’s Lord was humiliating, but it was a necessary evil. Should he watch his nemesis roam free while he himself perished in the underworld?

Zong Shou frowned, then shook his head, remaining as calm as ever. Although the Great Void Transference Incantation was formidable, as long as this ‘gate’ was shattered before it fully opened, nothing would happen.

The instant the thought formed, the thirty-seven Dragon Tooth Swords of the Dao Regulation simultaneously unleashed their sword auras. But then Zong Shou saw that the hundreds of array flags previously set up around him all exploded at once.

Immediately, another surge of powerful, alien force swept in, forcibly repelling both his body and his spiritual consciousness from this particular space-time layer. Though standing at the pinnacle of Tianyan Manor, it felt as if he were separated by a thin membrane.

Even with infinite power, he could not exert it at this moment. Zong Shou pondered briefly, and understanding dawned in his eyes again.

This was akin to the Illusory Crane Secret Cosmos Talisman he had used before—a different path achieving a similar result. It forcefully stripped him from this space-time layer, pushing him ahead by one three-thousandth of an instant.

At this moment, even with infinite strength, Zong Shou could not deploy it. Naturally, the person before him could not harm him either— He couldn't help but smile wryly; this person was truly an astonishing Spirit Master.

Martial cultivators possessed tremendous combat power, but Spirit Masters commanded a thousand techniques. If the latter were given sufficient time and space, defeating the many with the few, or the weak with the strong, was hardly unusual.

However, this technique involving time was precisely what Zong Shou specialized in— If all else failed, he wouldn't hesitate to use the Cosmic Fate Scripture. “The Great Void Transference Incantation is remarkable, but it has grave flaws and is easily interrupted.

Therefore, this array I’ve prepared can both block instantaneous spatial techniques and guard against any unforeseen risks. However, I am aware that Your Highness is skilled in instantaneous spatial arts, so this method will likely only stall you for a moment.

But I possess this as well—” Lu Wubing said this calmly, and a silver mirror suddenly rose behind him. It appeared ordinary, yet as its light shone forth, the entire area within a hundred thousand li immediately became turbulent.

Sheets of void tore open, and lines of natural law shattered. Zong Shou frowned again.

Although the mirror light could not touch him, it made his ‘return’ more than ten times more difficult. He felt that this person was even more troublesome than Lu Wushuang.

Lu Wubing continued, but his gaze turned icy as he looked toward Lu Yantian: “Lord of the Manor, are you truly unwilling to stake your life now? If I fail here, and the Great Void Transference Incantation cannot be completed, the Lord Master will likely have no future.

Even if your spirit is not yet corroded, if we perish here today, there will be no survival. What good is that—” Lu Yantian grunted, understanding the implication of Lu Wubing’s words.

As the ruler of a realm, if he could borrow the power of this realm to unleash Kingly Martial Arts, he could achieve battle strength on par with the Divine Realm. Yet, he was overly cautious, unwilling to incur karma, unwilling to damage his nascent soul, and unwilling to be restrained by the aura of the Kingly Way.

He still sought to advance further in his cultivation. Thus, despite commanding a million troops and over three billion subjects, the power he could harness was less than one-tenth.

After only a brief consideration, Lu Yantian once again urged his Twin Water-Splitting Stings to strike from the air. He still refused to deploy that secret Kingly Martial Art that would sever his future path.

Instead, he swallowed anred pill, and instantly, his vital essence, meridians, and spiritual consciousness surged, expanding by nearly four times. Both Twin Water-Splitting Stings hummed loudly, not attempting to assault Zong Shou’s true body, but rather exerting the True Meaning of Chaos to its fullest, stirring up the surroundings and plunging everything in this space into chaos.

This was coordinated with Lu Wushuang to prevent Zong Shou from ‘returning’ from beyond the temporal layer. Waves of spiritual energy turbulence and temporal shattering ensued.

In just about one breath, there was a soft pop atop the mountain peak once more. A storm capable of engulfing the entire Cang Ling World suddenly erupted from around Zong Shou.

The Twin Water-Splitting Stings were immediately scattered, and Lu Wushuang staggered back, holding his dark-red great shield. In a mere breath, Zong Shou was back in this realm, still wreathed in crimson flames and brimming with sword energy.

Lu Wubing, however, smiled faintly, unconcerned. The gate was complete; the Great Void Transference Incantation had reached its final stage.

Even if he died under that blood-red sword now, it could not be stopped. Indeed, after ‘returning,’ Zong Shou did not attack him again.

Instead, he looked thoughtfully toward the space directly above Lu Wubing’s head. The first to step into the Cang Ling Realm was a scholar in white robes.

His appearance was young, yet he had white robes and a white beard, suggesting immeasurable, ancient experience. He swept his gaze downward, then smiled and bowed slightly to Lu Wushuang: “Greetings to Young Master Wushuang!

Is your enemy perhaps this person? The Young Master Lu Shou spoken of in rumors?” He didn't even spare Zong Shou a glance.

This youth’s sword intent was truly startling. However, a mere initial-stage Immortal Realm cultivator was beneath his notice.

Then two more figures followed, stepping into the realm. Both were clad in battle armor, holding weapons, their bodies radiating intense killing intent.

They looked as if they had just emerged from battle, their armor bearing some damage. One of the newcomers chuckled grimly: “I briefly observed the situation here with my divine sense.

This son of Lu Hanyan actually manages to suppress Wushuang; he is truly remarkable. The rumors about his crippled meridians must be false.

I recall two months ago when Wubing persuaded us to prepare this Great Void Transference Incantation, we thought the boy was making a fuss over nothing. Only today do I realize this action was far from unnecessary—” As that person stepped in, his formidable murderous intent locked firmly onto Zong Shou.

The other two also looked on with coldness, their killing intent sharp and chilling. It was precisely because Zong Shou’s strength was unexpectedly high that he absolutely had to die here this time.

Hearing this, Zong Shou let out a long, faint sigh in his heart, feeling a weariness in his limbs. He wondered if this was truly the will of Heaven?

Was the power of prophecy so immense? Suddenly, a pure Buddhist chant reached his ears.

Zong Shou turned his gaze upon hearing the sound. He saw Jingyin, with her eyes closed, chanting scriptures.

Distinguishing carefully, it was the scripture titled The Sutra of Boundless Merit and Prayer. “The Buddha of Great Compassion, who witnesses the beginning and end of infinity, the future Lord of the Pure World—”