CHAPTER 446: REVISED: CHAPTER 293 FATE_3

Anyway, since Tie Dan’s side wasn’t ready either, Chen Xuantian picked up the chicken and prepared to leave.

"Chirp!"

The chicken fluttered out, pecking at the cupboard.

"Alright, alright, I get it..."

Thus, Chen Xuantian, just like last time, peeled off the skin, put it in the wardrobe, then picked up the Blood Blade, carried the chicken, lifted the gauze curtain, and went out the door.

Listening to Brother Chicken’s instructions, he flew for an indeterminate amount of time in the endless void until the chicken gave a little jump.

So, Chen Xuantian descended into the darkness, groping his way, and emerged from a cave.

Where is this? Tie Dan’s Primordial Spirit world? I haven’t seen this place before...

"Boom!"

Suddenly, a loud noise came from behind. Chen Xuantian turned to look back and saw thunderclouds gathering behind him, amassing at the mountain peak.

And on that peak was a Taoist temple, clearly the Mystic Sect Mountain Gate, where at this moment lightning flashed and thunder roared, clearly indicating someone was crossing the tribulation and engaging in a duel of Daoist Skills.

A fortuitous opportunity?

Looking around, he found that the chicken had disappeared again, so Chen Xuantian leaped forward using Blood Shadow Divine Movement, flew into the Taoist Palace, and lay on the eaves, peering into the courtyard.

Before the Xuan Nu Statue in that Taoist Palace, the expansive Refinement Field was strewn with corpses, blood everywhere, male and female disciples lay dead or injured, seemingly blasted away by Palm Strength, chests collapsed, embedded in walls, a mournful sight.

Two old men were still in mid-air, "boom-boom," exchanging blows, fighting from the sky to the ground, from the mountaintop to the clouds.

One old man had a white beard, the other a black beard. One was a Divinity Transformation Ancestor; the other an intermediate Nascent Soul. Their Qi Gong and Daoist Skills were of the same lineage, clearly marked by their same sect vestment robes, except the black-bearded man was noticeably young and vigorous, power strong, with a ferocious face, striking ruthlessly without mercy, brutally beating the elder, showering him in blood.

The white-bearded old ancestor had clearly passed his prime, constantly struck by heavenly lightning, his Qi Breath dissipating, unable to withstand the onslaught of youthful fists and kicks, showing grief, hesitated to strike hard, only to be sent flying, spewing blood, his white beard turning red with blood.

Chen Xuantian’s Divine Sense swept across, noticing a familiar looking young girl hiding in the flowerbed undergrowth, sobbing helplessly, clearly at a loss as to what happened to her martial brothers, sisters, master, or grand-master.

In a flash, Chen Xuantian appeared beside her, observing her Qi closely, recognized her.

It’s Little Yuanying, this is her Primordial Spirit Illusion Realm.

Chen Xuantian found it odd; he had clearly been bounced out by the Primordial Spirit Treasure before. Could taking another route circumvent the barrier?

Little Yuanying seemed to sense something, turned her tear-filled eyes to look at Chen Xuantian, sobbing and stammering,

"Senior, senior brother... are you hurt...?"

Chen Xuantian paused, looking back,

"You can see me?"

Little Yuanying, wiping her tears, quickly took out some Elixir Pills wrapped in a handkerchief and offered them,

"Eat, eat, the pills, stop the bleeding..."

She could indeed see. How come there are so many people with affinity with the Divine Sect Primordial Spirit Technique?

"Boom!"

The white-bearded old man was blasted into the temple’s main hall, crashing through the beams, buried under the ruins. Meanwhile, the black-bearded old man laughed crazily, rushing forward, stamping on the elder’s belly, grabbing his head and pummeling it, landing a hundred punches.

"Master! Grandmaster! Stop fighting, please..."

Little Yuanying cried, wanting to rush over. Her master grinned viciously, launching a punch at her.

But Chen Xuantian, quick of eye and hand, embraced Little Yuanying and swiftly dodged the gust of the punch, saving her life.

Meanwhile, though the old Divination Transformation was thick-skinned, he wasn’t dead yet; he lunged at Black Beard, bear-hugging him to the ground firmly.

Though heavily beaten, wiping away tears and snot, he started crying.

And Black Beard, naturally in a frenzy, slammed his elbow into the white-bearded man’s back, seeing he still wouldn’t let go, picked up the fallen Xuan Nu Statue and struck backward hard, smashing the Xuan Nu Statue into pieces, scattering debris.

"Go!"

The white-bearded man bled from mouth and nose, all while fending off his disciple’s wild punches, topped by heavenly lightning strikes, fearing he couldn’t hold on much longer.

Seeing this, Chen Xuantian immediately tunneled down the mountain, hiding Little Yuanying in the cave from before.

"Stay hidden."

Little Yuanying instinctively clung to Chen Xuantian’s finger, her tearful eyes brimming with fear.

Chen Xuantian patted her head,

"I’ll go help your grandmaster."

Little Yuanying, streaming tears, nodded, released his hand, wiped her tears away, only to find the Blood Shadow already gone.