144: Chapter 144 Seven Tribulation Transcending Figures Join Forces

High in the sky somewhere in the Eastern Southern Wilderness.

Ancestor Zhou Huaixu stood above the clouds, his face as dark as iron.

His gaze looked into the distance, his cloudy eyes churning with uncontrollable killing intent.

He had sensed that Devilish Qi; although it had only flashed by for an instant across a distance of tens of thousands of miles, it was too dense and too unique to be hidden.

Venerable Lingyun, that Devil Head had finally shown himself.

"Fellow Daoist Zhou," Daoist Ziyang's voice came from behind, hoarse and low. "You sensed it too?"

Ancestor Zhou Huaixu turned around and saw Daoist Ziyang sweeping over from another layer of clouds. Clearly, he had also set off the moment he sensed the Devilish Qi, not even having time to tidy his robes.

"I sensed it." Ancestor Zhou Huaixu nodded, his gaze returning to the direction the Devilish Qi had come from. "To the southeast, about thirty thousand miles from here."

Daoist Ziyang nodded, a cold light flashing in his cloudy eyes. "This time, we cannot let him escape again."

Before his voice could fade, several more figures swept over from different directions.

Daoist Yunlan stood upon a green longsword, his sword light like a rainbow and his speed incredibly fast; Lord Yangtian was surrounded by crimson spiritual light, distorting the air wherever he passed; Elder Jianchi stood in the Void Realm, seemingly unhurried, yet each step he took crossed hundreds of miles.

Yang Qingtian and Ancestor Xu Tianyan arrived almost at the same time, both of their eyes carrying uncontrollable anger.

Over the past few months, their two Imperial Dynasties had suffered heavy losses in the demonic plague, with countless Cultivators dying at the hands of Venerable Lingyun. They wanted to collect this blood debt more than anyone else.

"Everyone," Ancestor Zhou Huaixu's gaze swept across the crowd, his voice steady and powerful.

"Venerable Lingyun has appeared and is pursuing someone to the southeast. I do not care what that Devil Head wants to do, but this time, we must absolutely not let him escape again."

"Fellow Daoist Zhou is right." Lord Yangtian snorted coldly, his voice low and fiery.

"Today, we shall make that Devil Head repay the blood debt of our Qingyang Sect's three Mahayana Stage Elders in full."

Elder Jianchi stroked his long beard and spoke slowly, "Although that Devil Head's aura is only at the Middle Stage of Tribulation, with us joining forces, he will certainly find it hard to escape even with wings."

The several Tribulation Transcenders exchanged glances and spoke no more.

The seven figures turned into seven streams of light and shot toward the southeast at an astonishing speed, disappearing into the clouds in the blink of an eye.

Meanwhile, in the Kunlun Small World, on Qingxuan Immortal Peak.

In front of the Taoist temple at the peak's summit, Qingxuan stood on a stone platform, gazing toward the east with a solemn expression.

In his hand, he held a transmission Jade Slip, and Lu Jinghan's voice was still echoing from it—'Elder Qingxuan, Venerable Lingyun has appeared, and this Disciple is being pursued.'

These few short words made Qingxuan's brows furrow deeply.

Lu Jinghan was the Sect Master's Personal Disciple, the possessor of the Space-Time Dao Body, and the future pillar of Kunlun. If anything happened to him, Qingxuan would not be able to face the Sect Master.

Qingxuan waved his hand, and a beam of green light flew out of his sleeve, heading toward the immortal peaks where Elder Cangwu and Cang Song resided.

A moment later, two figures swept in from different directions and landed on the stone platform.

"Qingxuan, what is the matter?" Elder Cangwu spoke, his voice low and steady.

"Jinghan is being pursued by Venerable Lingyun." Qingxuan's tone was flat, but a cold light flashed in his eyes. "That Devil Head's cultivation has recovered to the Middle Stage of Tribulation, and he is currently hunting him down in the Eastern Southern Wilderness."

Elder Cangwu and Cang Song exchanged a glance, their expressions darkening simultaneously.

"Let's go." Elder Cangwu did not ask any more questions, simply spitting out that single word.

The three figures soared up from Qingxuan Immortal Peak, passed through the barrier of the Kunlun Small World, and shot toward the southeast.

Somewhere in the Eastern Southern Wilderness, Lu Jinghan had already used up five teleportation jade talismans by now.

With five spatial jumps, each crossing tens of thousands of miles, he had temporarily shaken off Venerable Lingyun's pursuit.

In the Void Realm behind him, that dark red spatial rift did not appear again, and that suffocating Devilish Qi was also gradually fading away.

But he did not dare to stop. Most of his spiritual power had been exhausted, and his Meridians had suffered significant damage from the continuous spatial tremors. Every inch of his muscles was trembling, as if he might collapse at any moment.

He did not dare to stop, because once he did, Venerable Lingyun would catch up.

The Time-Space Derivation Sutra within Lu Jinghan's body circulated frantically, pushing his remaining spiritual power to the limit. The Power of Time and Space flickered around his body, turning him into a stream of light that shot forward.

His speed was already very fast. With his cultivation at the Early Stage of Void Refining paired with his Space-Time Dao Body, his escape speed far surpassed those of his same rank, being even faster than many Cultivators at the Late Stage of Void Refining.

However, chasing him from behind was an Ancient Demon Lord at the Middle Stage of Tribulation. That demon lord's comprehension of the Law of Space far surpassed ordinary Tribulation Transcenders; Lu Jinghan could escape for a moment, but he could not run forever.

Just as he was feeling despair, several majestic auras suddenly appeared ahead.

Those auras were not unfamiliar to him. Ancestor Zhou Huaixu, Daoist Ziyang, Daoist Yunlan, Lord Yangtian, Elder Jianchi, Yang Qingtian, Ancestor Xu Tianyan—the Tribulation Transcenders of the Southern Wilderness's Seven Great Factions were all present, without a single one missing.

The seven figures swept over from the front at an extremely fast speed, arriving before him in the blink of an eye.

Ancestor Zhou Huaixu was the first to spot Lu Jinghan. Seeing his turbulent aura and the speckles of bloody light around his body, he knew at a glance that he was being hunted by Venerable Lingyun.

"Little Friend Lu!" Ancestor Zhou Huaixu swept forward, landing beside Lu Jinghan and grabbing his shoulder to steady him. "Where is that Devil Head?"

Lu Jinghan steadied his figure, took a deep breath, and pointed behind him. "Behind me, less than ten thousand miles from here."

Ancestor Zhou Huaixu nodded, then turned to look at the other six. "Everyone, set up the formation."

The seven Tribulation Transcenders nodded simultaneously, their figures dispersing to take up seven positions in the Void Realm.

Seven majestic auras were released at the same time, enveloping the space within tens of thousands of miles.

This was the Demon-Trapping Formation they had developed over the past few months, specifically designed to deal with Venerable Lingyun.

This formation used the spiritual power of the seven Tribulation Transcenders as its foundation and the Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi as its guide. Once deployed, the space within tens of thousands of miles would be sealed, and no spatial pathways could be opened within this range.

The reason Venerable Lingyun had been able to escape repeatedly was due to his bizarre spatial techniques. As long as they sealed space, he would find it hard to escape even with wings.

Seven beams of spiritual light surged out from the seven Tribulation Transcenders, weaving and condensing in the Void Realm to form a massive net of light that spread out in all directions.

Wherever the net of light passed, the Void Realm solidified like iron, preventing even a single ripple of spatial fluctuation from rising.

Not far away, a dark red spatial rift was slowly tearing open.

Venerable Lingyun's figure stepped out from the rift. His gaze swept over the seven figures in front of him, then landed on Lu Jinghan, the smile at the corner of his mouth freezing slightly.

Venerable Lingyun's smile finally faded a bit, replaced by a touch of solemnity.

"Good, good, good," he muttered three times, his voice hoarse and cold. "To deal with this seat, you have indeed put in quite a lot of effort."

Ancestor Zhou Huaixu stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze like a blade shooting straight at Venerable Lingyun. "Devil Head, you have slaughtered countless Cultivators of our Southern Wilderness. Today shall be the day you die."