novelraw Chapter 164 : Is It Too Late for Me to Run Now?
Chapter 164 : Is It Too Late for Me to Run Now?
Chapter 164: Is It Too Late for Me to Run Now?
Because there were many powers, these cultivation forces, in order to contend against those within the same region, would naturally protect the mortals under their rule. When it came time to recruit disciples, they could then have a few more with good spiritual roots.
In those remote parts of West-Ling City, the stationed members of the Sacred Land of Lingxu could still control a region—but not here.
Seeing such a scene, Li Tianwei’s grim expression slightly eased.
Now, Li Tianwei only wanted to properly deal with this final fellow. When that was done, he would completely cleanse the Sacred Land of Lingxu once and for all.
Incidents like that of Purple Profound Prefecture could not be allowed to happen again.
Besides that, Li Tianwei still had a bold idea—one that was waiting to be carried out.
"Is it really impossible to cultivate without a spiritual root? I think otherwise."
Li Tianwei murmured slowly. As his words fell, anyone keenly attuned to the heavenly secrets would have sensed that the heavens and earth subtly changed. Though that change was minute, it was continuously expanding.
After speaking, Li Tianwei directly grasped the Saint Soul Banner without concealing his aura in the slightest, flying straight toward Jingan City.
Black mist billowed from the banner—clang, clang—accompanied by the oppressive might of the Golden Core Realm.
The cultivators around Jingan City all sensed the disturbance in the air.
"Who’s so bold? Don’t they know flying is forbidden over Jingan City? And it’s even a Golden Core cultivator—he’s going to suffer soon enough."
Some cultivators, seeing this, looked up at the figure leaping through the sky and spoke.
"That aura is rather sinister! Could it be a demonic cultivator?"
Watching the figure fade into the distance, a few disciples with sharp divine sense said.
Before long, Li Tianwei had already approached Jingan City, his divine sense sweeping constantly along the way.
This time, the cultivators he encountered were free of sin, allowing him to withdraw his hand.
Otherwise, a few more souls would have been added to the Saint Soul Banner.
Li Tianwei’s unrestrained actions quickly reached the ears within Jingan City.
His path had been one of slaughter—his killing intent unhidden. Across more than ten cities, the number of cultivators he exterminated neared a hundred thousand, not to mention the mortals of deep sin.
As for the rules of Jingan City—Li Tianwei truly did not know them. After all, his approach was always the same: directly break into the city, seize the stationed Sacred Land of Lingxu agents and key figures from other forces, then wave the soul banner, purging the city thoroughly before settling the mortals.
He could be said to handle matters swiftly and efficiently, wasting no time. Now, as before, Li Tianwei charged straight into Jingan City, his Golden Core aura erupting, pressure crashing downward.
Yet this Jingan City was not like the others.
The moment Li Tianwei appeared, a grand array rose into the sky.
At once, several Nascent Soul Realm auras surged forth, along with a manifested Spirit Transformation cultivator’s 法相 (Dharma Manifestation).
In an instant, countless runes formed a terrifying formation, while a colossal golden Dharma Manifestation towered high in the heavens.
Its golden face glared furiously, eyes wide, locked onto Li Tianwei.
"Fellow Daoist, I am Fei Xuzi, Patriarch of the Chiliang Sect. For you to barge into my Jingan City—what is your intent?"
Fei Xuzi’s Dharma Manifestation gazed upon Li Tianwei, who held the Saint Soul Banner, and directly transmitted his voice.
After speaking, Fei Xuzi looked Li Tianwei up and down. For some reason, his scalp tingled—as if facing an almighty being beyond comprehension.
Perceiving the acute warning through his divine sense and an ominous premonition of danger, Fei Xuzi’s eyelids twitched violently.
Originally, Fei Xuzi had been a mere rogue cultivator. During his Qi Refinement Realm days, he discovered the ancient ruins of the Boundless Sect and obtained immortal relics, allowing him to rise step by step, achieving Spirit Transformation and establishing the Chiliang Sect to continue the ancient legacy.
What allowed him to rise from rogue to founder of a sect—besides inheriting from the Boundless Sect—was his extraordinary ability: crisis perception.
Whenever a danger, even a faint one, threatened him, he could sense it keenly.
It was precisely this sensitivity that let him avoid countless perils and climb to his current height in the cultivation world.
He had been cultivating quietly as usual today—
Until he sensed a profoundly evil aura rushing straight toward Jingan City. He initially thought some demonic cultivator was simply being reckless. Yet, when he observed the intruder through his Dharma Manifestation, that figure—clearly only of the Golden Core Realm—exuded an unending sense of crisis.
His instincts screamed: danger! His divine sense told him—run, you must run, or you will die!
The sight of Li Tianwei holding the Evil Soul Banner, that black-green hue carrying an eerie glow—
Reminded him of a story his disciple had recently offered: a tale of a Great Demon’s resurrection, possessing a cultivator’s body, slaughtering cities, annihilating life to restore his power. That demon too had been only Golden Core Realm—yet could kill Spirit Transformation and Out-of-Body cultivators…
The current scene mirrored that story perfectly.
"Don’t tell me it’s that kind of coincidence! Am I the cannon fodder here?"
"Is it too late for me to run now?"
Fei Xuzi’s heart trembled with unease to the extreme.
Even so, he showed not the slightest hint of it.
He never thought that after fleeing through the cultivation world for nearly two thousand years, now, as a Spirit Transformation expert—he could no longer flee.
Thinking of Jingan City below, and the Chiliang Sect he had built—he had run countless times before, but this time, he could not.
Letting out a long sigh, Fei Xuzi flew up from his secluded cultivation chamber, surrounded by several treasures, while simultaneously taking control of Jingan City’s grand array.
With his full array of equipment and the city’s formation as support, Fei Xuzi believed that even an Out-of-Body Realm cultivator could be held off for a time.
Besides, wasn’t there still a descendant of the Sacred Land of Lingxu’s Union Realm Ancestor within the city? That one also emitted a dangerous aura—he could serve as a fine shield if needed.
While Fei Xuzi was thinking this, Li Tianwei’s divine sense swept across the entire Jingan City once again.
This time, it was no longer like West-Ling City or Zhoushan City.
At least half the cultivators here were like disciples of the Sacred Land of Lingxu—their Spirit Platforms pure and bright, their auras righteous, untainted by evil resentment.
Clearly, the governance here was far better.
Pity—it was not the Sacred Land of Lingxu’s merit, but rather the root of all sin.
Li Tianwei’s gaze fell upon the very center of Jingan City.