Great Sage
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Chapter 132
🕑 Added 2025-06-05 16:00:15 +0000 UTCAmid the vast mountain range, one peak stood out sharply—steep and jutting like a blade. Wei Yang stood upon this distinct summit.
This location, chosen with precise calculations, marked the optimal convergence point of the Changshou Sect’s four forest veins. From here, he could use a sound transmission stone to connect with all four forest areas simultaneously—without alerting anyone.
At that moment, with one hand holding the transmission stone and the other clasped behind his back, Wei Yang listened to incoming reports.
“One is ready. Plan A can proceed anytime. One is ready. Plan A can proceed anytime,” came Si She’s report.
“Two is ready. Plan A can proceed anytime. Two is ready. Plan A can proceed anytime,” followed Shen Hou’s voice.
“Three is ready. Plan A can proceed anytime. Three is ready. Plan A can proceed anytime.”
“Four is ready. Plan A can proceed anytime. Four is ready. Plan A can proceed anytime,” came the synchronized voices of Xu Gou and Hai Zhu.
With that, all four forest regions had been successfully rigged with Tier 3 formations—Spatial Shift Arrays—primed and ready to activate at a moment’s notice.
Wei Yang nodded and raised the transmission stone again. “Command center here. What’s the status of the teleportation points? Report.”
Elsewhere, deep in a secluded valley, lay a vast open clearing. An ancient bronze mirror hovered above the land, its aura solemn and powerful, casting a barrier over the entire site.
Chen Long picked up his sound transmission stone. “Teleportation Point One is ready. We can initiate transfer at any time.”
Shortly after, more confirmations came in.
“Teleportation Point Two is ready. We can initiate transfer at any time,” reported Zi Shu.
“Teleportation Point Three is ready. We can initiate transfer at any time,” added Chou Niu.
Wei Yang nodded in satisfaction. “All units, prepare to launch Phase Two of Plan A: ‘No Descendants.’ Execution begins in three seconds. I repeat—execution begins in three seconds.”
All four forest sites and the three teleportation points were now fully prepared, awaiting the order.
Wei Yang held the sound transmission stone close to his lips. “Three… two… one… launch.”
The moment he spoke the final word, Si She, Shen Hou, Xu Gou, and Hai Zhu activated their Spatial Shift Arrays simultaneously.
“RUMBLE—”
A violent tremor rocked all four forest veins of the Changshou Sect. The ground shook like a massive earthquake, echoing with deafening booms.
Stunned disciples guarding the forests could only gape in disbelief as the very earth beneath their feet uprooted. Within moments, their entire forest began rising into the air—transforming into colossal floating islands.
“This is bad! A Tier 3 Spatial Shift Array! Someone is trying to move the entire forest!” Qiao’er woke from her coma just in time to see the horror unfold. Without hesitation, she pulled out a formation plate hidden in her robes and hurled it into the sky.
As the lead designer of the Changshou Sect’s forest defenses, she had prepared for such a contingency. She had deliberately left a hidden safeguard within the grand defensive formation. That flying plate was her last resort—if it activated, it could interrupt the Spatial Shift Array and save the forest.
But before it could even activate—
Whoosh!
A blur of black shot through the air, intercepting the plate mid-flight.
Thud, thud—
A tall figure in a tiger-faced mask landed before Qiao’er, looming like a mountain.
“Little girl, do you really think we’d let you ruin our master’s plan?”
With a loud crack, Yin Hu crushed the plate in his powerful hand.
“You… you’re from Luoxian Sect! You must be from Luoxian Sect!” Qiao’er recoiled in fear, her eyes wide with terror.
Yin Hu didn’t waste words. He struck her down again, knocking her unconscious.
Meanwhile, at the other three sites, masked figures appeared just as abruptly, eliminating anyone who attempted to resist.
Five seconds later, the arrays fully activated.
Four blinding pillars of white light shot into the sky, engulfing each floating forest vein and vanishing them from the Changshou Sect’s territory.
In the secluded valley, above Teleportation Point One where Chen Long waited, the sky quaked as four massive dark shadows appeared—each a forest, now levitating like floating islands, blotting out the sun.
“Receive,” Chen Long commanded.
The four islands instantly shrank and were absorbed into the mirror realm.
Without delay, Chen Long stepped into the ancient teleportation array and vanished.
The entire process took less than three seconds.
But the moment he disappeared, a terrifying divine sense swept across the region, freezing everything it touched.
“BASTARD!”
The old ghost of Changshou Sect descended with fury that could shake the heavens. But he was too late.
The valley had been layered with explosive talismans. As soon as he arrived, they detonated in a deafening roar, obliterating everything.
“You think you can run?!”
Roaring in rage, the old ghost formed a hand seal and unleashed a great divine ability. He forcibly locked onto the teleportation fluctuations and leapt into the trace.
He arrived in another forest and discovered five ancient teleportation arrays, all of which had just been used.
BOOM—
Explosive talismans detonated again, engulfing the area in an ocean of fire.
“I refuse to believe you can escape my grasp!”
Seething with killing intent, the old ghost pushed himself to his limit. He managed to lock onto five teleportation destinations and identified potential exit points. Without hesitation, he gave chase.
Just a few breaths later—
He arrived at a location with ten ancient teleportation arrays… and nearly vomited blood.
“F*CK!”
The old ghost cursed aloud.
Whoever was behind this had gone to insane lengths—his mind was on the verge of collapse.
Chasing five teleportation paths had already pushed him to his limit. With ten targets now in play, it was impossible to track them all.
Though he didn’t want to admit it… he had lost them.
“Who?! WHO’S THE BASTARD WHO DID THIS?!”
The old ghost howled, enraged beyond reason.
Someone had dared to act right under his nose, stealing all four of the Changshou Sect’s forest veins. Among them was a precious thousand-year Nether Tree—his treasured prize!
Why?
Why hadn’t the alarm arrays gone off?
If they had, he wouldn’t have hesitated—even if it meant breaking the Empire’s regulations—he would’ve intervened and stopped this outrage.
In a flash, he rushed back to the forest that held the Nether Tree.
What greeted him was a massive, gaping crater. A crowd of stunned disciples stood around it, still trying to process what had happened.
Their once-secure forest… was gone.
“A Tier 3 Spatial Shift Array… Luoxian Sect! You dared to let a Qi Sea realm cultivator interfere in a battle among Foundation Establishment juniors? I want to see how the Empire enforces its laws now!”
The old ghost trembled with fury, his body shaking uncontrollably. He turned and flew off—headed straight for the Imperial Capital to file a formal complaint.
Meanwhile, on Luoxian Mountain—
Han Luo, watching through the ancient bronze mirror, saw the old ghost’s departure.
He immediately picked up his transmission stone.
“Twelve Divine Generals, hear my command: Initiate Plan B. I repeat—initiate Plan B!”
