CHAPTER 1166: CHAPTER 772: THE POWER OF THREE BRICKS (PART 2)

"Trying to escape? No way!"

Wu Yanwei shouted coldly and patted the litian spear again. The litian spear instantly recalled the teleportation vortex. With just a slight discernment, he discovered the destination Xiang Beifei had teleported to!

After all, he controlled the litian spear and the teleportation abilities of this world!

Without any hesitation, Wu Yanwei immediately followed!

Buzz!

Stars shifted, and he was already standing on the city wall, directly facing the just-appeared Xiang Beifei and Li Qianluo!

"Oh no, that big scoundrel caught up!" Xiaohei shouted.

"Hmph! Do you think you can escape? The Heavenly Dao laws of spatial teleportation are under the control of the litian spear. Even if you escape to the ends of the earth, you can’t escape the palm of my hand!"

Wu Yanwei sneered continuously. The litian spear had shrunk to just one zhang in length, held in his hand. With a gentle shake, the golden divine patterns on the litian spear trembled again, sealing all the teleportation arrays of the entire world!

In other words, every teleportation array in this world was rendered ineffective!

This is why Ancestral Relics are so formidable.

They can suppress the Human Race’s Mustard Seed in Palm, making it disappear from the world, and naturally, they can temporarily seal all teleportation arrays!

Even if Xiang Beifei had left behind a backup plan here, he could no longer escape!

But Wu Yanwei quickly discovered that Xiang Beifei wasn’t panicking at all. He even seemed extremely calm.

"You actually followed me here, I’m a bit curious." Xiang Beifei said calmly as he stood there.

Wu Yanwei frowned, suddenly feeling something was amiss.

Was this guy bluffing him?

Yet, for some unknown reason, a sense of crisis unexpectedly arose in Wu Yanwei’s heart, and even the litian spear reacted.

Xiaohei shouted towards the city wall at the top of his lungs, "Uncle Melancholy, someone has broken in!"

"Is there a guest?"

A sorrowful voice was heard from afar.

As the voice arrived, the white-clad Kongcheng had already appeared atop the wall. His expression still carried profound sadness, like a Confucian scholar worried about the nation and its people, with dense clouds of worry in his brows.

He looked at the people in front of him with a touch of melancholy.

When Wu Yanwei saw this middle-aged man appear, a strong sense of crisis spread throughout his heart, and he immediately turned his head to look to the right.

It was a very strange city, with red lanterns hanging on the streets, very striking.

"Is this the City of No Pretense?" Wu Yanwei said in surprise.

The City of No Pretense, a very uncanny ghost town in the Edge Corner Airspace, it wanders everywhere, having no fixed place, like a rootless island drifting in the void. It’s said that no one who enters this city comes out alive!

The city’s spookiness is such that even the Dao Palace dares not provoke it!

As an elder of the Ancestral Dao Realm from the Dao Palace, Wu Yanwei knew very well what the City of No Pretense meant!

"You actually chose to teleport here!" Wu Yanwei’s heart sank.

"Of course, if we’re to die, we’ll die together."

Xiang Beifei shrugged.

He knew he couldn’t use the teleportation vortex to teleport to the Human Race, or else the location of the Human Race would be exposed. He also couldn’t teleport to the crane race, as it would implicate others. The only destination he could think of was the City of No Pretense!

"Haha, you’re not that dumb! This is indeed the City of No Pretense, Uncle, quickly capture him!" Xiaohei boasted.

But Kongcheng didn’t move. He merely shook his head sorrowfully and said softly, "I cannot capture him."

Xiaohei asked puzzledly, "Huh? But didn’t Uncle Melancholy say even Ancestral Dao Realms find it hard to leave the City of No Pretense?"

Kongcheng sighed, "I’ve never stopped anyone from entering or leaving this city. What traps them is not the city, but themselves."

It was still the same phrase.

Yet it was precisely this phrase that sent a shiver down Wu Yanwei’s spine!

Without any hesitation, he immediately grasped the litian spear, turned around to leave this treacherous place.

However, an eerie aura abruptly emanated from the city, firmly suppressing Wu Yanwei. Wu Yanwei deeply sensed something amiss because an unusual scene appeared in his mind. Before he knew it, he found himself on the main street of Kongcheng!

Then Kongcheng seemed to suddenly give rise to strange illusions. All the doors lining the streets flung open, and countless shadows emerged, comprising numerous members of the Human Race, along with innumerable Yi tribesmen, some with amputated hands or feet, some torn in half.

Each shadow appeared incredibly tragic, as if they had crawled out of hell, moaning and howling in pain, advancing toward Wu Yanwei.

Wu Yanwei roared in anger, and the Spiritual Power in his body began to tremble, attempting to obliterate them. However, he didn’t anticipate that in this place, his Spiritual Power had no effect, simply passing through these bodies.

"Damn this ghost place!"

Wu Yanwei seemed to realize the might of these shadows, so he immediately grasped the litian spear, intending to sweep them away.

But as the litian spear swept over these figures, it passed right through them as if they were mere illusions with no substance.

More and more shadows rushed out, surrounding Wu Yanwei. Soon, a wolf-man with half his head torn off lunged at Wu Yanwei, starting to bite, leaving a bloody mark on Wu Yanwei’s body!

Wu Yanwei was shocked and furious. As a master of the Ancestral Dao Realm, his defense was top-notch even if he stood still and let Xiang Beifei chop at him, Xiang Beifei might not be able to leave a mark on him.

Yet, unexpectedly, the monsters here were so formidable, one bite tearing a wound!

Blood flowed from Wu Yanwei, anger and shock flooding him as he desperately tried to push these figures aside to flee, but increasingly more shadows pounced on him, clawing him until his head was battered and bleeding. Screaming in agony, for the first time in a lifespan spanning innumerable years, he was dealt such a humiliating wound.

"Just you wait, I’ll wipe out your entire clan!"

He roared furiously, and the Spiritual Power inside him suddenly exploded!

Boom!

Wu Yanwei’s entire body directly detonated, turning into streaks of golden light spreading like blossoming evolution. The terrifying golden light enveloped the entire Kongcheng. This streak of golden light was so vast that, if in Sheyin City, it would have been enough to reduce Sheyin City to ashes!

Yet inside the Kongcheng, everything remained unharmed. Even the fierce shadows on the street didn’t have a strand of their clothes flutter.

Those scars-riddled shadows began to walk toward various doors in the street, soon returning everything to its usual tranquility as if nothing had happened.

Xiaohei asked, "Uncle Melancholy, is that Dao Palace villain dead?"

Kongcheng shook his head.

"But Uncle in White, how could you let him escape?" Xiaohei asked, puzzled.

"I never intended to trap him, so how could there be talk of letting him escape?" Kongcheng said softly.

"But I thought you said very few people could get out?" Xiaohei asked again.

"Very few doesn’t mean none." Kongcheng replied.

After a moment, he continued softly, "Everyone has their own Kongcheng. They get lost in their past, fear their past, unable to accept it, so they end their own lives. This person named Wu Yanwei evidently knew only by ending his life could he leave here."

Xiang Beifei and Xiaohei exchanged glances.

"I don’t understand, so is he dead or not?" Giggled Xiaohei.

Kongcheng shook his head.

"But I thought you said very few can escape?" Xiaohei asked again.

With a faint sigh, Kongcheng replied, "I did say it was rare, but rare does not mean never." Then he added softly, "In the presence of heavenly laws, ending a life has never meant death in its true sense of the word."