"Bold of you!" Su Su, the Nine-Tailed Fox, her delicate face suddenly contorted with rage, clearly spurred into genuine anger. "You dare imprison my kin!

You deserve death!" She ground her silver teeth, the several white tails behind her whipping wildly, and a cloud of pink mist erupted, engulfing everyone within its sphere! Feng Zikang merely smiled coldly, raising his sword to block the attack.

He knew this Nine-Tailed Fox had misunderstood their holding the little fox captive. These fox spirits, creatures of immense pride, would fight desperately if they saw their clan members endangered.

Yet, Feng Zikang had no intention of explaining. They were adversaries from the start; even if there was a misunderstanding, what did it matter?

Capture her first. This Nine-Tailed Fox's cultivation was far inferior to that of the little fox's mother encountered in the Southern Borderlands.

The primary reason wasn't necessarily the difference in age, but rather that such potent power could not truly manifest within this fragment of the Mystic Realm. When Mackerel controlled this realm previously, he had sealed spiritual awareness, making cultivation growth nearly impossible.

Even if this Nine-Tailed Fox had improved over the decades, the increase was ultimately limited. With Feng Zikang’s current peak Core Condensation cultivation, he was confident in capturing her in one swift move.

The fox's pink mist was adept at confusing the mind and held a certain esoteric mystery. However, having just broken through the illusionary White Mist of the third layer, this technique was somewhat infantile to him.

With a light sweep of his sword, the pink mist was shredded under the blade's light. Su Su’s expression turned pale as she sprang back into retreat.

"You... Immortal Superior, just who exactly are you?" Upon arriving here, Su Su had immediately sensed that Feng Zikang and Luo Lianxin possessed profound, immeasurable cultivation.

Yet, she was always confident in her own strength, never imagining their power level was so high. Her intention today had been to take Huo Zhongguang's life, thereby concluding this tribulation.

Having lived for a thousand years within the Mystic Realm, though often listless, this fox possessed deep innate wisdom. In the last few decades, she had diligently calculated and uncovered the great impending catastrophe of this realm.

To avert it, the only path was necessarily a change of dynasty, shedding blood to fulfill the tally of calamity. Later, by chance, she encountered a Transmigrator who had arrived in this Mystic Realm, learning the ultimate fate of this place.

They instantly formed an alliance, and she agreed to assist the Transmigrator in completing this deadly tribulation. Thus, she spared no effort in using her allure, marrying into the palace to bewitch Huo Zhongguang into tyrannical rule, eventually inciting rebellion across the four borders and trapping the army near Daliang City.

Once Huo Zhongguang was dead, the dynasty changed, the killing tally was met, and she would gain considerable merit. Though the siege in recent days had been fierce, it remained deadlocked.

Su Su grew impatient and infiltrated the palace to attempt assassination, only to run right into Feng Zikang and his companion. "It matters little who I am..." Feng Zikang sneered, unleashing a flash of sword light, causing four Divine Demons to manifest.

They each seized one of the fox’s tails, pinning her down mercilessly. Huo Zhongguang’s heart jolted at the sight of the Four Symbols Divine Demons.

Though decades had passed for him, he often suffered their torment within the Four Symbols Divine Demon Prison; the memory still sent shivers down his spine. Fortunately, the four demons secured the Nine-Tailed Fox and paid him no mind, allowing Huo Zhongguang to finally breathe a sigh of relief.

Feng Zikang’s cold laughter continued, "Nine-Tailed Fox, I ask you: who ordered you to disrupt the court, bewitch the Emperor, and cause this boundless slaughter? Do you realize the weight of your sins after so many deaths?" The Nine-Tailed Fox was pinned to the ground but showed no panic.

Her angry outburst earlier now seemed foolish. The little fox rested on Feng Zikang's shoulder, its eyes rolling curiously as it watched her, its expression serene—clearly not held captive by force, but choosing to remain by the Immortal Superior's side.

An Immortal Superior capable of subduing a Nine-Tailed Fox was certainly no ordinary person. Su Su felt a wave of fear and dared not speak for a moment.

"Speak quickly!" Feng Zikang lacked patience. Seeing Su Su remain silent, he struck down with one hand, sending a streak of golden light that lashed across her spine.

Su Su cried out, her robes tearing to reveal delicate skin marked by a vivid crimson gash. "Immortal Superior, spare me!

Immortal Superior, spare me!" Su Su’s soul scattered. This strike made her spirit tremble violently.

She quickly begged for mercy at the top of her lungs, promising to reveal everything she knew. However, what she knew was limited.

After she laid everything bare, Feng Zikang frowned deeply. "Transmigrator..." In this entire Mystic Realm, besides the two of them, there was another Transmigrator!

This meant someone who arrived from another Mystic Realm... Did he enter through the Trial Tower, or did he come from somewhere else?

Feng Zikang pondered this, his gaze drifting toward Luo Lianxin. Luo Lianxin shook her head, indicating she knew nothing of this either.

"That Transmigrator... that Transmigrator..." Huo Zhongguang suddenly leaped up, pointing at Su Su and roaring, "Bitch!

Is the Transmigrator you speak of the one wielding the stone staff? That Sun Da Wang (Great King Sun)!" "Oh?" Feng Zikang turned his head.

He saw Su Su nod in affirmation, then she looked back at Huo Zhongguang, inquiring, "Zhu San, have you met that Transmigrator?" Huo Zhongguang nodded. "This person claims his surname is Sun, and he wields a stone staff, possessing strength of thousands of jin.

I clashed with him several times, and each time I was forced to flee, defeated..." In truth, Huo Zhongguang sensed that achieving such results was due to the other party deliberately restraining his power; otherwise, a single blow from that staff would have pulverized him into dust! Every time he went to battle, the mere sight of that burly man terrified him to the core, and the stone staff pulsed with such fierce killing intent that his legs went weak upon seeing it.

"Stone staff? Surname Sun?" A figure suddenly flashed in Feng Zikang's memory.

He recalled encountering a straightforward, honorable man on the road previously—a person of unfathomable cultivation who was troubled by some inexplicable matter. This man’s surname was Sun, and he carried an enormous stone staff, bearing some resemblance to the person Huo Zhongguang described.

"Senior Brother, have you recalled something?" Luo Lianxin leaned in to ask. Feng Zikang nodded slightly.

"I once met someone. He was a disciple of the presiding monk at the Great Ci’en Temple in Chang'an.

His name was Sun Su, and he wielded a rather peculiar stone staff..." He recounted Sun Su’s unusual circumstances to the group. This man claimed to have attained the Dao of Immortality, yet because his cultivation could not surpass his Master's, and his Master’s cultivation was continuously declining while working to resolve the suffering of beings in Hell, his own cultivation had fallen to the Nascent Soul stage and was still dropping.

"Such a strange thing exists?" Luo Lianxin, though widely knowledgeable, had never heard of such a phenomenon. "The presiding monk of the Great Ci’en Temple is the holy Buddhist master, Tripitaka.

I didn't know he had such a disciple? If he is a native of this Mystic Realm, then fate truly is written in curious ways..." "Tripitaka?" Feng Zikang's expression changed.

That name awakened a distant memory. Coupled with that disciple named Sun...

Could it be... V

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