Fan Mowen?

Chen Yan had never heard that name before.

All he knew was that the moment Ding Qiu’s face twisted into the shape of an old man’s, his spiritual sense could no longer see through the other man’s cultivation realm.

Myriad Transformations Realm… or even the upper three realms?

Chen Yan had no idea. He couldn’t understand how the other man had managed such a thing.

Could it be an illusion?

That was Chen Yan’s guess.

It was certainly possible. In fact, it even brought to mind everything Ding Qiu had done over the past dozen years.

Right under Kongshan Sect’s nose, he had brutally murdered nearly two hundred of its disciples.

If the other man wasn’t merely a Spirit Connection Realm rogue cultivator, and had illusions backing him up as well…

What was this man, who called himself “Fan Mowen,” really after?

Had Chen Yan offended someone while serving as Kongshan Sect’s Dao Sect Wanderer?

Or was some hidden entity targeting Kongshan Sect?

Chen Yan couldn’t remain calm enough to analyze what was happening before him.

Because he felt that everything he was experiencing now was part of a gigantic conspiracy.

So what should he do?

Run!

The best option was to get away. He couldn’t keep tangling with this man here!

Having made up his mind, Chen Yan immediately stirred his divine sense and took a piece of jade from his Storage Treasure, pinching it between his fingers before crushing it in an instant.

Brilliant light burst forth around Chen Yan. An incredibly violent surge of spiritual energy poured out of the jade, instantly disrupting the flow of all the spiritual energy in the world within a radius of nearly a hundred zhang.

A Spirit-Shaking Jade.

It was a kind of jade into which upper three realm cultivators had infused large amounts of spiritual energy. Under special circumstances, crushing a Spirit-Shaking Jade could temporarily disrupt a cultivator’s spiritual sense and perception. It could even damage the meridians of cultivators with lower cultivation, such as those in the Martial Spring Realm or below.

Though his own spiritual sense and perception were disrupted as well, Chen Yan used the disturbance caused by the Spirit-Shaking Jade to drive his footwork to its limits and flee into the distance.

The wind howled past Chen Yan’s ears. The scenery before him stretched and blurred in his field of vision, then finally vanished behind him.

In just a few breaths, he had already traveled nearly ten li.

Had it worked?

Had he escaped?

Chen Yan wondered as he continued fleeing into the distance.

But he still didn’t dare let his guard down.

He had to return to Kongshan Sect as quickly as possible and report what had happened today to the sect.

“Why are you running? I’m not going to hurt you.”

But in the next instant, Fan Mowen’s voice suddenly came from the air in front of Chen Yan.

A chill ran through him.

The entire scene before his eyes shattered like glass. When all the illusions had been dispelled, Chen Yan realized he was still standing in front of that cliff face.

And standing before him was still the old man in coarse black clothes, the one who called himself “Fan Mowen.”

Illusion?

Chen Yan’s heart sank.

This was the first time he had encountered such a situation since beginning his cultivation.

The order of the cultivation world on Chenping Continent had always been exceptionally stable, especially under the stewardship of the Five Great Sects.

As a disciple of one of the Five Great Sects, and someone who had once served as Kongshan Sect’s Dao Sect Wanderer, Chen Yan had been treated with respect wherever he went.

After all, everyone understood one thing.

To lay a hand on Chen Yan was to declare war on Kongshan Sect.

But things were different now.

This strange cultivator before him, the one who called himself “Fan Mowen,” was the first to make Chen Yan feel that his life was under threat.

“Your Excellency, what exactly do you want?”

Knowing there was no escape, Chen Yan did his best to appear calm and asked in a low voice.

“What do I want?”

Fan Mowen shook his head.

“Why is everyone fixated on useless questions… Everyone has a unique mission of their own. I have one, and so do you!”

This man was insane.

That was what Chen Yan thought.

“Then what is Your Excellency’s mission?”

Chen Yan asked, trying to calm Fan Mowen down.

“To let you see him.”

Fan Mowen replied.

See him?

Chen Yan was completely baffled. He had no idea what Fan Mowen was talking about.

“Don’t you want to know what your mission is?”

Fan Mowen asked next.

“What is it?”

Chen Yan asked in return.

“To see him.”

As he spoke, Fan Mowen broke into a ghastly, frenzied smile.

The instant Fan Mowen smiled, all the true qi in Chen Yan’s meridians and Martial Spring froze.

In that instant, a terrifying pitch-black rift split the sky in two.

Then, in the next instant, the pitch-black rift in the sky healed again.

It was as if nothing had happened.

At the same time, Fan Mowen’s smile froze, then slowly faded.

The expression in his eyes changed completely, becoming that of someone else.

His gaze held almost no emotion, only a calmness tinged with authority, and it fell upon Chen Yan.

“Are you Chen Yan?”

“Who exactly are you, Your Excellency…?”

Chen Yan was utterly bewildered.

The person before him had first been Ding Bandits, who had rampaged through Qingque Kingdom for over a decade, harming Kongshan Sect disciples and committing countless misdeeds.

Then he had become the highly suspicious “Fan Mowen,” a man skilled in illusions.

And now he was the “person” standing before Chen Yan, speaking with him.

“The space and time of this domain heavens have been sealed by that ‘sword intent’ capable of cutting through all things. Thus, I can speak with you on this timeline.”

The authoritative voice came from the person before him.

Chen Yan couldn’t understand a word he was saying.

The space and time of this domain heavens, the sword intent capable of cutting through all things, and something about this timeline.

Every word was incomprehensible.

“Perhaps you’re wondering, if the connection between this domain heavens and the outside world has been sealed, how I managed to contact you…”

As he spoke, the person paused briefly.

“I fear even a Lord would have to marvel at the wonders of the Weaving Dreams Night Sky Observation Mirror. By disrupting cause and effect, it can even influence the River of Time to a certain extent, thereby opening a channel through which one can communicate with the living beings in this domain heavens.”

So what exactly was he talking about now?

Chen Yan still couldn’t understand.

All he knew was that the “Weaving Dreams Night Sky Observation Mirror” the person mentioned was a secret illusion technique of Mirage Palace, one of the Five Great Sects of Chenping Continent.

Only the Weaving Dreams Tower disciples with the greatest talent for illusions could learn it.

As for the disruption of cause and effect, and the River of Time…

What did any of that mean?

Why did he insist on speaking with Chen Yan, only to tell him things he couldn’t understand at all?

Chen Yan gazed in confusion toward the eyes of the person before him, following the direction of his gaze.

Then he stiffened slightly.

For some reason, Chen Yan suddenly had the strange feeling that the person’s gaze wasn’t directed at him.

It was fixed on something much farther away.

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