"Lieyang-!" From the third level below came Yun Jinglei's roar, his eyes nearly splitting with fury, along with the sharp crash of Yun Zui's wine jar shattering.
Yun Lieyang's father came from the Fourth Elder's branch of the Yun Clan, while his mother was the Seventh Elder's direct disciple. He shared deep ties with both Yun Jinglei and Yun Zui.
Yun Qing's chaos immortal power erupted as he lunged forward!
Buzzz-!
Beyond the first level, a barrier as vast as the heavens held him firmly within.
The rule of the Heavenly Dao: those on higher levels could not descend!
Clang!!
Yun Qing's eyes reddened as he slammed his spear against the barrier, again and again.
The deafening clang of metal shook the entire first level, yet the barrier did not budge. Like a heavenly chasm, it divided life from death.
His knuckles turned white from the force of his grip on the spear shaft.
"Eldest Young Master..."
Just as Yun Qing's mind reeled from the shock, another searing stream of fortune flew toward him.
On the fifth level, another clash had ended in life and death.
A young Yun Clan disciple, whose face still held traces of boyishness, had finally proved unable to withstand the frenzied assault of several cultivators at once. His protective magic treasure shattered, his longsword snapped, and a vicious palm strike finally struck his chest, destroying every meridian.
As he fell, there was little fear in his eyes, only profound regret. Summoning the last of his strength, he drew an exquisitely crafted round fan from his robes, embroidered with a depiction of Sky-Piercing Moonfall.
He struggled to send the fan away along with the last of his fortune, but no longer had the strength.
A pillar of fortune rose and vanished into the heights above. The