"No..."

Flower Monk's shout was hoarse, as if he had endured great suffering.

In fact, when the trees began to fall, he and Liu Yaoyao reacted immediately. With True Essence pouring out, they couldn't be harmed at all.

However, Wang Xiao'Er didn't have such skill. Watching the massive trees topple around him, with nowhere to hide, he could only crawl beside the bottom of the Flying Shuttle.

Thus, the massive trunks around them seemed to aim themselves continuously at the Flying Shuttle, and in no time, it was completely smashed into two pieces.

This was already Flower Monk's last hope.

To think it ended up destroyed anyway.

Could it still be repaired?

Just as this thought rose, the ground around them suddenly cracked open, and a circle of eerie blue flames burst out from the cracks. When the flames met the wood, they became a raging inferno, spreading in the blink of an eye.

From the earth fire erupting to the current sea of flames, everything happened in a flash, leaving Flower Monk dumbstruck.

Everything happened so mysteriously and illogically, could this be divine retribution?

He thought of himself and glanced at Liu Yaoyao, it seemed like their deeds did indeed fit the bill for divine retribution.

As he was lost in thought, Liu Yaoyao was already soaring into the sky.

"Retreat, quickly!"

With that, she attempted to leave through the air, but before she could move, seven or eight bolts of lightning suddenly struck down, this time targeting Liu Yaoyao.

Liu Yaoyao quickly threw out the Palace Lantern, and as it flew out, it rapidly unfolded into a screen, blocking in front of her.

In an instant, electric arcs flickered, surrounding the entire screen, but not getting an inch closer to Liu Yaoyao.

Such trivial lightning was never something to fear for a Divine Gaze Realm cultivator.

"Get down quickly!"

Just as she thought this, suddenly Flower Monk's shout came from below. Liu Yaoyao looked down to see him fleeing with a pale face, and when she turned her head back, her face turned equally pale.

A Thunder Ball the size of a millstone had silently formed and was heading straight for her.

"Defend!"

The screen swiftly turned to block above her head, and the Thunder Ball silently broke into powder upon contact with the screen. She dared not dawdle any more, nor risk her life to test if she could withstand such a powerful bolt of lightning.

Her figure quickly descended as the Thunder Ball, seemingly having eyes, followed wherever Liu Yaoyao landed.

The power was so immense that on her own she couldn't withstand it, so she turned her gaze to Flower Monk hiding in the distance.

With a swift movement, she immediately darted towards Flower Monk.

"What are you doing? Don't come near me!"

Flower Monk was so terrified his soul almost fled, but it was already too late. The person and the lightning both fell to the ground. The landing spot flashed with thunder, with countless electric arcs scattering.

Wang Xiao'Er, curled up at the bottom of the Flying Shuttle, found himself surrounded by a sea of fire. The space accommodating him was shrinking, and his limbs were already scorched red.

Several lightning arcs shot out, seemingly locked onto him, rapidly approaching him.

He had nowhere to avoid; they struck him one after another, instantly enveloping his body in current, leaving him numb, then in piercing pain.

The strong desire to survive rose in Wang Xiao'Er's heart. The next moment, gritting his teeth, he stood up, closed his eyes, and charged through the sea of fire.

When he emerged again, there wasn't an inch of skin unscathed, every part charred black.

Wang Xiao'Er dared not let these two cultivators get too close to him any longer. At this rate, just on the first day, he experienced disasters beyond his wildest imaginations.

Yet this calamity didn't seem to end easily. Behind Wang Xiao'Er, a storm was slowly forming!

In the whirlwind, as the thunder faded, two near-dead figures were revealed on the ground.

Their clothes tattered, the two huddled together. At the critical moment, they frantically circulated all their True Essence just to barely cling to life; now, they probably couldn't stand, let alone roll over.

The sound of the wind gathered around their ears. In just moments, a hurricane absorbed the entire sea of fire and took shape...

——

"Did you hear something?"

Han Yu had just emerged from Earth Escape with his head raised, looking around when a faint howling sound seemed to rise in his ears.

But when he tilted his head to listen, it seemed like nothing was amiss.

Just as he was about to descend again, the howling sound emerged again.

What's going on?

Han Yu couldn't help but leap up, flames unfurling into wings behind him.

To the east, not far away, he saw a massive firestorm continuously forming.

Han Yu quickly flew towards the east, and about thirty miles away, the fleeing figure of Wang Xiao'Er appeared before his eyes.

Behind him, the fully-formed storm seemed locked onto him, sweeping in.

Looking intently, inside the hurricane, besides the sea of fire, two figures struggled continuously in the vortex.

Hell!

It's those two troublemakers.

Han Yu's face immediately darkened.

Liu Yaoyao was all too familiar with Flower Monk, but never expected that Wang Xiao'Er had just escaped from two Great Cultivators only to be entangled with these two characters again.

Under this gale, it was absolutely impossible for Wang Xiao'Er to survive.

Just by looking at the power of this storm, Han Yu could already foresee the outcome in his heart.

"If just two small fry can trigger such a disaster, imagine what would happen if you got involved. Both of you would end up dead."

Glass hurriedly warned within the Sea of Consciousness, fearing Han Yu might recklessly rush in.

Han Yu paused and pondered, his brows tightly knit.

"If I don't get directly involved, will it be okay?"

This was something Little Artifact Spirit could not answer. When faced with such a disaster, one wouldn't even have time to hide, let alone experiment with getting involved.

But Han Yu seemed to have made up his mind, shouting loudly into the distance.

"Run three miles north."

With that, he turned and flew northward without looking back.

His voice naturally reached Wang Xiao'Er, who, seeing Han Yu heading north, gritted his teeth to change direction and sprinted.

Upon arriving three miles north, Han Yu quickly landed, and Earth Divine Power energy frantically poured out of him. The soil beneath his feet surged upwards, and within a few breaths, a small mound lifted Han Yu higher and higher.

Not enough!

Looking at the less than ten-foot mound, Han Yu once again converted energy from the Sea of Consciousness into Earth Divine Power, infusing it beneath his feet. The soil rolled and gathered once more until the mound grew to a full twenty feet before stopping.

The storm gradually approached, and Wang Xiao'Er's figure began to clear,

Han Yu quickly landed beside it. This time, he no longer held back, pouring the energy from his Sea of Consciousness wildly. As the mound began to rise until the two were roughly the same height, he quickly halted.

"Run! Run!"

The Artifact Spirit in the Sea of Consciousness urged continuously.

It already understood Han Yu's actions. This method seemed to have no direct involvement, but whether it was reliable would only be known once Han Yu left.

Han Yu naturally didn't dare linger. If Wang Xiao'Er wasn't foolish, seeing these two mounds, he would know how to use them. Han Yu already left a gap wide enough for one person to pass between the two mounds.

Can't say they'll withstand the gale, but if they can delay it momentarily, it's enough for Wang Xiao'Er to escape the range. Then, when the disaster is normal, he might have a fighting chance.

Whether he survives in the end is up to him!

Han Yu dared not stay longer, leaping into the air and leaving with the sound of a sonic boom...

Wang Xiao'Er gritted his teeth and ran. The sudden appearance of the two mounds made him instantly understand Han Yu's intention.

The storm behind him was about to catch up, so he didn't dare delay, turning and running towards the gap between the mounds.

After quickly passing through, the storm was just about to be blocked by the two mounds. Wang Xiao'Er glanced back but didn't dare stop, continuing to flee desperately.

The strong wind tore at the mounds, which were hastily created and couldn't withstand such force, and soon began to collapse.

But halfway through the collapse, the storm suddenly paused as if it lost its target, spinning in place...

——

"I have a feeling you're going to have bad luck."

Glass muttered continuously after Han Yu indirectly helped Wang Xiao'Er.

Although Han Yu slipped away before the disaster struck, this sneaky method seemed somewhat like covering one's ears while stealing a bell.

Han Yu was a bit guilty from the murmuring and couldn't help but warn, "I warn you, don't jinx it!"

Actually, after the whole thing, he felt uneasy and hesitated for a moment before speaking again.

"Why not recover for a bit and then leave!"

By now he'd already sneaked back to the inn to rest.

Forcefully raising two mounds had consumed almost all the energy in his Sea of Consciousness.

In the end, the Divine Power Tier was too low. If Earth Divine Power reached the same level as Fire Divine Power, being As You Wish, it would have been much easier.

Meanwhile, in the Guardian Mansion, Zhao Yulin, still uneasy after sending a message via Iron Bird, casually walked to the desk. After calming himself, he began drawing using his Divine Gaze Realm's eidetic memory.

Moments later, he exhaled and put down his pen, gesturing for a Palace Guard to come over.

"Have the brothers patrol diligently. Report immediately upon seeing this person."

The Junior Cultivator took the sketch, his face changing, then cautiously asked.

"Boss, is that a person you've drawn?"

The drawing showed a round head with a pointed mouth and big ears, even forgetting the nose. The body looked like a pillar, with arms like bamboo sticks, and below the waist seemed to have been mistakenly scribbled.

Damn, what a ghostly drawing skill.

The Junior Cultivator's face blushed, not daring to compliment the boss's drawing skills.

Zhao Yulin, embarrassed, wondered what was the use of having improved memory after reaching Divine Gaze Realm when his drawing skill hadn't improved. What could he do?

His face immediately turned stern, glaring at the subordinate.

The Junior Cultivator quickly rolled up the drawing, saluted, and spoke up.

"I understand. The boss's intention is to report immediately upon seeing any suspicious person."

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