Chapter 2415: The News of the Spirit Vessel

"I will help fellow Daoist look out for news of the Four Seasons Sword Venerable. If there's any information, I'll inform you using the Qian-guang Disk. The Qian-guang Disk can communicate within a billion li, though it's another matter if one is trapped in a forbidden area or a special grand formation."

Chen Ru took out a shimmering golden jade disk and handed it to Wang Changsheng.

The surface of the golden jade disk was engraved with numerous profound runes. These runes twisted continuously like tadpoles, emitting astonishing spiritual energy fluctuations, clearly indicating it was a low-grade Heaven-Reaching Spirit Treasure.

"How many spirit stones?" Wang Changsheng asked. He had heard of the Qian-guang Disk, a treasure that was an imitation of the Qian-guang Communication Disk, which could establish cross-realm contact. It was said that its crafting method originated from the Heavenly Void Jade Tome.

"No charge at all," Chen Ru said with a smile. "You are inquiring about the Water of the Underworld, and Senior Ye is also searching for it. If you are fortunate enough to meet Senior Ye, please do us a favor and convey a message: our Seventh Month Tower Lord has an important matter to discuss with her, and it will also benefit her."

Chen Ru smiled as she spoke. True Monarch Heavenly Wolf and Divine Monarch Myriad Puppets were extraordinary figures, and Wang Changsheng's inquiry about them was unusual. Furthermore, Wang Changsheng's ability to detect her stealth technique made her wary of underestimating him.

"How would I know what Senior Ye looks like? I can't help with that." Wang Changsheng shook his head.

Chen Ru took out a portrait and handed it to Wang Changsheng, saying, "This is Senior Ye's portrait. Please keep it. Let me be clear upfront: do not harbor any other intentions. Senior Ye is no ordinary person; just help us convey the message."

Wang Changsheng's gaze swept over it, his expression unchanged. He nodded and said, "Understood." He put away the Qian-guang Disk and the portrait, then turned and left.

Chen Ru watched Wang Changsheng's retreating figure, a thoughtful expression on her face. She took out a gleaming Dharma disk, cast a spell, and instructed, "Pass down the order: look out for news of the Four Seasons Sword Venerable, specifically cultivators at the Void Refinement stage or above."

"Yes, Elder Chen," a respectful male voice replied from the Dharma disk.

Half a day later, Wang Changsheng returned to his dwelling. He took out the portrait and the Qian-guang Disk, carefully examining them. He found no anomalies. He then released his Twin-Pupil Rat, which meticulously sniffed around but detected no unusual scents.

"Senior Ye is actually a Spirit of an Artifact," Wang Changsheng murmured, his gaze solemn. The Seventh Month Tower Lord was searching for an artifact spirit, and True Man Taiyang also seemed to be looking for one. They both attached great importance to artifact spirits. Was an artifact spirit a Mahayana cultivator? Probably not. Among Integration cultivators, an artifact spirit should also be a top-tier powerhouse.

It seemed the artifact spirit possessed some treasure or knew some important secret that made both the Seventh Month Tower Lord and True Man Taiyang eager to meet her. In the cultivation world, strength was paramount. The artifact spirit's power was certainly not weak; otherwise, True Man Taiyang and the Seventh Month Tower Lord would not have been so courteous.

He couldn't inquire about the Four Seasons Sword Venerable, but he did get news about True Monarch Heavenly Wolf. True Monarch Heavenly Wolf had ascended to the Xuan-guang Continent and established Heavenly Wolf Valley; he had already advanced to the Integration stage. Based on the timeline, the Puppet Emperor of the Northern Border cultivation world should be Divine Monarch Myriad Puppets, who also left behind a cultivation retreat. There were many realms similar to the Profound Sun Realm, so the Four Seasons Sword Venerable might have gone to another realm.

Wang Changsheng put away the portrait and the Qian-guang Disk, then entered a secret chamber to meditate and recuperate.

A month quickly passed. On this day, Wang Changsheng left his secret chamber. Stepping outside, he noticed significantly fewer high-level cultivators on the streets. Wang Changsheng strolled through the market, found nothing unusual, and then departed.

Thousand Centipede Ridge stretched for a million li, named for the abundance of venomous centipedes inhabiting it. The area was perennially shrouded in miasma, with many poisonous insects and beasts. However, after years of exploitation, spirit medicines over a thousand years old were rarely seen, and it was uncommon for Nascent Soul cultivators to appear here.

A crimson-glowing flying boat rapidly streaked across the sky. Deng Tianyang and over a hundred cultivators from the Deng family stood inside the crimson flying boat, their expressions varied. Their trip to the Heavenly Mystery Sect's celebration had yielded considerable gains. A faint smile played on Deng Tianyang's face. During this visit to the Heavenly Mystery Sect, he had acquired materials for refining his Dharma Idol and was eager to rush back to Dengyun Mountain to complete the refinement.

He seemed to sense something, and with a flick of his spell seal, the crimson flying boat came to a halt. "May I ask which fellow Daoist it is? You've been following me for so long; it's time to show yourself!" Deng Tianyang said, frowning. He released his divine sense, probing an area of a thousand li around, but found no anomalies.

With a deafening roar, the ground suddenly exploded, sending dust flying. Thirty-six streaks of golden light shot out from beneath the ground, instantly merging into a single, shimmering golden giant blade. It emitted terrifying spiritual energy fluctuations, tearing the very void wherever it passed. Feeling the dreadful pressure emanating from the golden giant blade, Deng Tianyang was startled and was about to cast a spell to defend himself.

A loud horn blast echoed, and Deng Tianyang discovered with horror that he couldn't mobilize even a trace of his magic power.

The golden giant blade instantly appeared before Deng Tianyang. A dazzling yellow light flared on Deng Tianyang's chest, and a gleaming yellow jade talisman flew out. With a dull thud, the yellow jade talisman burst apart, and countless yellow runes spun rapidly, transforming into a shimmering yellow battle armor that enveloped his entire body. The yellow battle armor had a turtle pattern on its surface and exuded astonishing spiritual energy. The golden giant blade struck the yellow battle armor with a metallic clang, sending sparks flying. A deep gash appeared on the surface of the yellow battle armor. After the turtle pattern emitted a low roar, the yellow battle armor's spiritual light surged, and the gash vanished without a trace.

The golden giant blade suddenly disintegrated, transforming into thirty-six gleaming golden flying knives that slashed towards Deng Qingwu and the others. A series of tragic screams erupted as Deng Qingwu and the others were utterly unable to resist. They were instantly killed, their Nascent Souls unable to escape.

Deng Tianyang also reacted. A golden light shot out from his body, forming a shimmering golden humanoid phantom – a Dharma Idol, three-tenths complete. The moment the humanoid phantom appeared, it opened its mouth and spat out a stream of golden light, enveloping Deng Tianyang. Simultaneously, the humanoid phantom moved its arms, and countless golden lights surged forth, transforming into tens of thousands of golden flying swords that shot out in all directions.

After a series of deafening explosions, the ground cracked, mountains turned to dust, trees snapped in half, and air currents surged. A golden light burst from beneath the ground, and with a piercing whistle, transformed into a golden tornado over ten thousand zhang tall, sweeping towards Deng Tianyang.

Just as Deng Tianyang was about to cast a spell to resist, a man's loud roar resounded. He screamed, clutching his head with both hands, his features contorted. By the time he recovered, the golden tornado was already upon him. The powerful airflow pushed him into the golden tornado, where a series of clanging metallic sounds echoed. Not long after, the golden tornado shattered, revealing Deng Tianyang. A dim golden light enveloped his body, and his face was slightly pale. Fortunately, the divine abilities mastered by his Dharma Idol were primarily defensive, otherwise, he might not have survived.