The Hua Lineage Colludes with the Ancient God Clan

Qin Yu sheathed the Silent Origin Stainless Sword and slowly landed on the ground. The lingering aftershocks of the great battle continued to spread around them. The once lush forest had long since turned into a scorched ruin, and the air still retained the destructive aura of the collision of the Great Daos.

He walked step by step to Ye Ting's side. Seeing Qin Yu approach, Ye Ting quickly forced himself to stand up, about to bow, when a sharp pain from deep within his Fate Soul caused him to sway slightly. Qin Yu gently raised his hand to support his shoulder, his voice still calm. "How are you?" "Feeling better?"

Ye Ting quickly clasped his hands in a fist salute, his eyes filled with awe. "Reporting to Master, I have almost fully recovered." "Thank you, Master, for saving my life."

He lowered his head slightly as he spoke, a complex look flashing in his eyes. If Qin Yu hadn't arrived in time, not only would he have perished today, but the entire Holy Clan would likely have suffered annihilation because of him.

Qin Yu slowly withdrew his gaze, his divine sense already covering hundreds of thousands of miles. After confirming there were no more Hua Lineage cultivators nearby, he said calmly, "This isn't the place to talk. Leave here first. Go to the nearest main city." Ye Ting immediately nodded. "Yes, Master."

Half an hour later, in the Fourth Multidimensional Universe, the Void Dharma Realm, the Heavenly Ruins Floating City, the entire floating city still floated on the top of the nine heavens, with countless ancient pavilions suspended between the sea of clouds, a long jade bridge spanning the void, and flying boats slowly passing through. Cultivators came and went on both sides of the street, and the sounds of hawking and discussion intertwined to create a bustling scene. There was no indication that a great battle of the Eternal Silence Realm had just taken place hundreds of miles away.

Qin Yu and Ye Ting changed into ordinary robes and slowly walked into the center of the floating city, finally stopping in front of a magnificent inn.

The inn is nine stories high and is made entirely of purple-gold spirit wood. Strings of Dao crystal lamps that emit a soft glow hang from the eaves. Cultivators come and go in an endless stream, each with an extraordinary aura.

The two went straight to the top floor and entered a luxurious private room that was already filled with barriers to block divine sense. The door slowly closed, and the surrounding barriers lit up. Layers of transparent Dao patterns completely enveloped the entire room, making it impossible for outsiders to detect any movement inside.

Qin Yu walked to the window, looking down at the entire Heavenly Ruins Floating City. After a moment of silence, he slowly turned around and sat down in the main seat. Then he raised his hand. "You may sit as well." Ye Ting was slightly taken aback. As a soul puppet, he had almost never sat at the same table as Qin Yu. After hesitating for a moment, he still nodded respectfully. "Thank you, Master."

He then sat only halfway down the chair, his back still ramrod straight, his expression showing no sign of relaxation. Qin Yu picked up the spiritual tea on the table and took a small sip. His gaze calmly turned to Ye Ting. "Speak." "What exactly happened?" "What has happened these past few days that would make the Hua Lineage mobilize so much, even sending an Eternal Silence Realm · Supreme to personally hunt you down?"

Ye Ting took a deep breath and slowly took out the ancient scroll that he had always kept close to his body. The scroll was dark blue all over and was made of some kind of ancient beast hide. Its surface was covered with dense golden sealing runes, and the edges had already shown mottled marks from the erosion of time.

Most striking was the nine-petaled ancient flower branded in the center of the scroll, its pattern as crimson as blood, yet a deep crack ran through its heart. Clearly, someone had attempted to force it open but failed. Ye Ting held the scroll respectfully before Qin Yu, his hands holding it out. "Master," he said, "This is the scroll I intercepted in the Heavenly Ruins Floating City."

Qin Yu took the scroll. The moment his fingertips touched it, a barely perceptible fluctuation of Fate Soul emanated from the seal. A strange light flashed in his eyes. "Oh?" "This seal..." "It's rather interesting." Ye Ting nodded slightly, his expression becoming serious. "Master..." "It was because of this scroll that my identity was exposed." Qin Yu took a sip of his immortal tea. "Oh? Then tell me in detail..."

Ye Ting slowly lowered his head, his gaze falling on the dark blue scroll, his expression gradually becoming solemn. He took a deep breath. "Master." "This matter dates back to a few days ago..." As he spoke, the scene in his eyes seemed to gradually fade into the distance.

... A few days ago, in the Fourth Multidimensional Universe, the Void Dharma Realm, outside the Hua Lineage Lineage compound, the night was as dark as ink, and the entire world was immersed in silence. Even the footsteps of the patrolling disciples gradually ceased. The magnificent Hua Lineage mansion complex was hidden under the cover of night, with only a few towers still burning with faint spiritual flames.

At the summit of a mountain dozens of miles away from the Hua Lineage, Ye Ting, dressed in a black robe, sat cross-legged behind a boulder like a rock, his gaze fixed on the Hua Lineage in the distance.

For days now, he had been lurking there almost every day, observing, waiting, and looking for any unusual occurrences. However, for several days in a row, the Hua Lineage had been unusually calm.

Ye Ting frowned slightly, pondering to himself, "Could it be that the Hua Lineage isn't planning on the martial arts competition?..." Just then, the tightly closed side gate of the Hua Lineage in the distance slowly opened.

Without any hesitation, the six figures swiftly emerged from the mansion. All six were clad in long black robes, their faces hidden beneath hoods. They moved with incredible speed, exchanging no words, and immediately sped towards the outskirts of the city.

Ye Ting's eyes narrowed slightly. He slowly stood up, watching the six people's retreating figures, a thoughtful look flashing in his eyes. "Strange." "It's already late at night." "Logically, the Hua Lineage disciples should be in seclusion or returning to their residences by now." "But they suddenly left in secret, and in such a hurry..." "Something must have happened."

Thinking of this, Ye Ting didn't hesitate at all. His figure flashed, and he had already blended into the night, silently following along. The six Hua Lineage disciples kept changing their direction, sometimes traversing the void, sometimes shuttling through mountains, and even deliberately taking detours several times along the way, clearly to prevent anyone from following them.

However, Ye Ting was ultimately a cultivator at the Eternal Silence Realm · Supreme. He maintained an extremely long distance and concealed his aura to the Ultimate, following behind like an invisible shadow. Several hours later, the six of them finally arrived at the Heavenly Ruins Floating City.

However, they did not enter the bustling city center. Instead, they bypassed the main street and headed towards the most remote village in the floating city. The village was extremely desolate. Dozens of wooden houses were scattered around, and there were no lights or signs of any cultivators' activities. The entire village was so quiet that it sent chills down one's spine. Ye Ting hid behind a withered tree in the distance.

My divine sense remained locked on the six people. After they reached the center of the village, they didn't move forward but stood there quietly, making no move. It seemed... they were waiting for someone to arrive. Time passed slowly, and after about half an incense stick's time, suddenly...

On a path at the edge of the village, a figure slowly walked towards them. The person was shrouded in a black robe, and wore an ancient silver-gray mask, revealing only a pair of emotionless eyes.

He approached the six people, and without exchanging a single word, the leading disciple of the Hua Lineage waved his hand. One of the people behind him immediately took out a storage bag and handed it over with both hands. The masked man took the storage bag, scanned it with his divine sense, and nodded in satisfaction.

He slowly took out an ancient scroll from his robes. As soon as the scroll appeared, an extremely ancient and obscure fluctuation of Fate Soul filled the air. The leading disciple of the Hua Lineage accepted the scroll with both hands, his expression visibly relaxed.

The transaction was completed without a single superfluous word. At that very moment, Ye Ting, hidden in the shadows, suddenly frowned sharply. His gaze was fixed on the masked man, for just moments before, as the man had taken out the secret scroll, a faint aura of his Fate Soul had been leaked out.

Although it was only for a brief moment, Ye Ting still clearly captured it. His pupils suddenly contracted, and his heart was filled with shock. "Ancient God Clan?" "That person..." "He's actually a member of the Ancient God Clan!" Ye Ting suppressed the shock in his heart. He never expected that the Hua Lineage...

His gaze returned to the secret scroll, his expression growing increasingly grave. "Why would the Hua Lineage engage in secret dealings with the Ancient God Clan?" "And..." "What exactly is recorded in that secret scroll?" Just as he was deep in thought...

The masked man had already put away his storage bag and disappeared into the night. The six members of the Hua Lineage also quickly left the village with the secret scroll. Ye Ting slowly clenched his fist, his eyes gradually hardening. "No." "The Ancient God Clan is inherently treacherous and cunning." "The Hua Lineage is no exception." "This secret scroll must not be allowed to be brought back to the Hua family." "I must seize it." "And present it to my master."

Thinking of this, Ye Ting quietly followed them again, trailing the six members of the Hua Lineage as they left Floating City and finally arrived at a dark and narrow canyon. The canyon was surrounded by towering cliffs and deserted scenery. Just as the six stepped into the center of the canyon, Ye Ting finally made his move.

Boom! A fierce and powerful divine power suddenly tore through the night sky. The two Hua Lineage disciples at the rear didn't even have time to react before their Fate Soul were shattered on the spot, and their bodies flew backwards, lifeless. Ye Ting's figure was like lightning, stepping into the center of the six people and snatching the scroll in his hand. The other three didn't even have time to react.

However, just as he was about to leave, a mad glint flashed in the eyes of the leading disciple. "You dog!" "Since you're courting death!" "Then we'll die together!" The words fell.

He suddenly unleashed a Primordial Supreme Treasure, and the terrifying Primordial Pressure instantly enveloped the entire canyon. Ye Ting's expression changed drastically. In his haste, he could only forcefully meet the attack. Although he eventually burned his essence blood to completely destroy the Primordial Supreme Treasure, his own Fate Soul was also severely injured as a result. "Pfft--" Ye Ting spat out a mouthful of blood and dared not linger in the fight any longer.

Using his last ounce of strength, he forcibly tore through the void and fled towards the forest Heavenly Ruins Floating City. Along the way, he intended to take advantage of his still relatively good condition to kill the remaining three Hua Lineage disciples to eliminate any future trouble. However, he never expected that Hua Lingxi...

He actually came in person. Ye Ting slowly pulled himself out of his thoughts and looked at Qin Yu again, his expression still respectful. "Master." "What happened next..." "It was everything that happened after you arrived there."