The Gate to the Astral Battlefield, a Treacherous Ambush

On the way to the entrance to the Astral Battlefield.

Dongfang Yueming immersed his mind in the ancient jade slip from Hong Ling.

[The I Alone Am Supreme Technique...]

[That name is certainly imposing.]

[only...]

He glanced at the panel.

[Technique: "I Alone Am Supreme Technique" (0/400000, Not yet Entry)]

[Points:3422000]

[Even the Entry costs 400,000?!]

[Then, to cultivate to Perfection, wouldn't that mean...?]

He glanced at his points balance of over 3.4 million and couldn't help but feel a pang of heartache.

These points... probably wouldn't even be enough to fill a tooth gap.

Thinking about this, he felt an unprecedented... anticipation for that little world where he was about to collect "protection money"!

[Hopefully, you guys can gain some weight...]

"You're looking at... the Nascent Soul cultivation method?"

Standing to the side, Qin Rushuang looked at him with eyes shining as he gazed at the Nascent Soul cultivation technique and couldn't help but shake her head helplessly.

"You really are... ambitious."

"You've only just Golden Core, and you're already eyeing the Nascent Soul?"

"It's all about being prepared," Dongfang Yueming smiled.

"By the way," Qin Rushuang's expression turned serious, "the Astral Battlefield is unlike any other place."

"That place is fraught with danger."

"You must be careful not only of those powerful and bizarre astral behemoths that could appear at any moment."

"We must also be wary of otherworldly prodigies who possess all sorts of unbelievable abilities!"

"Even the cultivators native to our Immortal-Abandoned Continent must be on guard!"

"Our Martial Sect, while having only average relations with other holy lands, doesn't harbor any deep-seated hatred towards them."

"Only... Storm Mountain!"

A cold glint flashed in her eyes.

"They have a long-standing grudge against my Martial Sect. If you encounter anyone from Storm Mountain, kill them without mercy! Show no mercy whatsoever!"

"Yes." Dongfang Yueming nodded solemnly.

Soon, the two arrived in front of a huge teleportation array shrouded in endless lightning.

"This is one of the entrances to the Astral Battlefield."

"It is guarded by the ' Purple Thunder Sect, ' one of the eight holy lands."

Qin Rushuang explained in a low voice, "The Purple Thunder Sect and Storm Mountain were originally allies. However, later, because Storm Mountain acted too despicably, the two sides fell out. Now, they are practically enemies."

"Look! Isn't that... Fairy Qin?!"

"My God! It really is her! She's... back in the Astral Battlefield?!"

Around the teleportation array, many cultivators who were preparing to enter showed expressions of 'surprise' and 'admiration' the moment they saw Qin Rushuang!

A faint blush crept onto Qin Rushuang's usually cool and aloof face.

She glanced somewhat awkwardly at Dongfang Yueming beside her, as if afraid he might misunderstand something.

"Who is that man? How come he's walking with Fairy Qin?"

"Judging from his cultivation level... he seems to have just reached the Golden Core?"

"Could it be... a newly accepted disciple of Fairy Qin? Or..."

"Shh! Keep your voice down! Do you want to die?!"

Under the curious and speculative gazes of the crowd, Qin Rushuang led Dongfang Yueming straight into the teleportation array.

However, the moment the two stepped into the formation!

Inside a hidden grand hall.

A Nascent Soul expert, dressed in purple robes and exuding an unfathomable aura, looked at the communication jade slip in his hand that had just lit up. A deep struggle and... helplessness flashed in his eyes.

Finally, he sighed deeply, his hand seals shifting as he unleashed a faint beam of light that disappeared into the operating teleportation array!

"Buzz--!"

The teleportation array One Flash brightly!

The next moment.

When Dongfang Yueming opened his eyes again.

He found himself in a strange starry sky filled with chaos and rage!

Beneath their feet lay a massive fragment of a meteorite.

All around were endless Xukong turbulence.

Qin Rushuang, who should have been standing beside him... was nowhere to be seen!

"What... what's going on?"

His brows furrowed deeply.

Another place.

Qin Rushuang looked at the empty surroundings, and her pretty face instantly turned deathly pale!

[The teleportation... failed?!]

[No! That's not right! This is definitely... man-made!]

[Someone... tampered with the teleportation array!]

An unprecedented sense of unease welled up inside me!

She could no longer care about anything else and immediately activated her Divine Sense, frantically searching for Dongfang Yueming's whereabouts!

Just then...

Outside the canyon, eight figures, exuding a chilling aura, descended from the sky!

The two leading figures possessed a vast and boundless aura, clearly indicating they were two top-tier experts at the peak of the Golden Core Perfection!

The six people following behind them were all experts at the Late Golden Core!

They were none other than the Storm Mountain's... Killer Squad!

"Elder Lei!" The leading Golden Core Perfection, at the peak of his cultivation, cupped his hands in greeting towards the main hall. "Has the matter been settled?"

"Hmm." The Nascent Purple Thunder Sect Nascent Soul from the Purple Thunder Sect nodded expressionlessly. "They've been teleported to two completely different areas."

"Very good!"

A satisfied, sinister smile appeared on the face of the Golden Core elder.

"We at Storm Mountain will remember the favor done by the Purple Thunder Sect!"

Having said that, he ignored the other person and turned to the seven people behind him, giving them orders!

"Old Lin! The two of us, along with three Late Golden Core, will go and ambush Qin Rushuang!"

"The rest of the people..."

"Go and kill that... arrogant little beast!"

"Yes!"

Eight figures instantly transformed into streaks of light and rushed into the teleportation array!

Watching the eight figures disappear, the Nascent Soul Nascent Soul from the Purple Thunder Sect sighed deeply once again.

He would never stoop to such underhanded tactics.

but...

News has arrived from the ancestral court in the Upper Realm...

To prepare for the impending catastrophe, we must join forces with Storm Mountain.

[And... we also need that... treasure they possess...]

[For the future of the sect...]

I... had no other choice.