The Origin Progenitor’s expression grew grave. “Greater Sancte Green Lotus? From the Nine Odysseys Megaverse?”
Lu Yin nodded. “It was his green lotus leaf that swept us all out of that place.”
Recently, Lu Yin had been preoccupied with suppressing the madness and rage that had infiltrated his consciousness, and he had not been able to speak with the Origin Progenitor or anyone else. It was only at this time that he was able to share all that had happened in the Willbound Spire.
The Origin Progenitor exclaimed, “No wonder the Nine Odysseys Megaverse keeps sending people to the Willbound Spire. If that palace really contains the memories of an Immortal, it’s truly invaluable. Even we would fight for something like that.
“However, that megaverse is much too arrogant. It’s bad enough that they were trying to reach the palace, but the fact that they even closed themselves from view and looked down at the conscients like ants must be completely intolerable to such creatures.”
Lu Yin gave a wry smile. “If the High Seraph hadn’t shattered that screen, we would have never known that anyone was there. The Nine Odysseys above, and the three megaverses down below. That’s the current layout of things.”
“It’s certainly a grim situation,” the Origin Progenitor agreed with a sigh.
Lu Yin stood at Boundless’s prow. “Let’s go back to the Willbound Spire. I’ll see if I can get back inside.”
The battleship was soon returning to the Willbound Expanse.
...
Yue Ya had already been waiting for several months outside the Willbound Expanse with Emperor Slayer.
The beast had shared what he knew of what had occurred within the Willbound Spire, and Yue Ya had replied with a cold chuckle and a single word. “Traitor.”
Emperor Slayer had no idea who the traitor was, only that Yue Ya was someone too powerful to offend.
The man did not even bother trying to search the megaverse for anyone, and he instead simply waited outside the Willbound Expanse. He was certain that the others would arrive sooner or later.
No one could resist the allure of the Willbound Spire. Yue Ya was incapable of resisting such temptation, as was everyone else.
The difference was that he had already attempted to reach the palace countless times before and had ultimately given up. The others had simply not given up yet.
That was especially true of Mo Shang.
He had found a glimmer of hope in the Willbound Spire, but he had no idea that his hope was further away than the bottom of any abyss.
Right as Boundless was moving towards the Willbound Expanse, the High Seraph arrived first.
Just a bit to the southeast of the Willbound Expanse, Yue Ya’s eyes suddenly snapped open, and a cold smile appeared on his face. “So, you’re finally here.”
Emperor Slayer glanced over. Has someone really arrived? Why haven’t I sensed anything?
He then suddenly saw an enormous hand fall from the starry sky up above. It pressed down from the far side of the Willbound Expanse, and Yue Ya’s excitedly shouted, “Mo Shang, you’re dead!”
On the other side of the Broken Realm, the High Seraph exclaimed in surprise, “Yue... Yue Ya?”
The massive hand came crashing down from up above.
The High Seraph raised his guard. “The Five-Palm Art? Is this your strongest body? If I’m not mistaken, this should be the third-generation master of the Five-Palm Sect.”
As he spoke, a vast sea of sequence particles erupted, altering the universe and everything. The High Seraph’s will became solid as Everstone took hold, and he replaced the universe.
The colossal hand struck, shaking the universe so much that the impact was felt even aboard the distant Boundless.
Lu Yin and the others moved to the front of the vessel, and they peered into the distance.
“Strength that surpasses the limits of the megaverse,” he muttered.
“This person is no weaker than you. Who could be fighting?” the Origin Progenitor asked in disbelief.
“The High Seraph and Yong Heng, most likely.
“No... that feels wrong,” Lu Yin continued. Yong Heng was aware that the High Seraph’s Everstone sequence particles could alter the universe, which made brute strength useless against him. Another top expert must have appeared.
“Are we still going?” Sovereign Dou Sheng asked eagerly. Regardless of who they faced, he never feared going into battle.
Lu Yin took a deep breath. “I’ll go alone.”
He then turned to the Origin Progenitor, and added, “Senior, I’m leaving Boundless in your care.”
While the Origin Progenitor had not fought many battles recently, Lu Yin had been free to move about as he pleased mostly due to the Origin Progenitor’s presence. Without the old man, just the threat of someone attacking Boundless would have pinned Lu Yin down. Instead, the battleship had not been any sort of burden. In fact, without it, he might have instead appeared to be a carefree, solitary traveler. Back when he had entered the Spirit Nidus, he most likely would have been surrounded and killed, as no one would have allowed a lone, rogue cultivator to act so freely.
From the beginning of his travels, Boundless had provided Lu Yin with a great deal of confidence. At the moment, the Spirit Nidus’s most powerful cultivators of an entire era were being held captive by Boundless. They would serve as his most valuable bargaining chip when it came time to dealing with the Nine Odysseys Megaverse.
The Origin Progenitor needed to stay put to keep careful watch over that leverage.
Lu Yin stepped off of Boundless and moved ahead towards the Willbound Expanse while making sure to conceal his presence.
He did not know who was capable of forcing the High Seraph to use his Everstone sequence particles to transform the universe, but they had to be a truly formidable opponent.
In fact, Lu Yin had already formed a suspicion, but he was hoping that he was wrong.
Outside the Willbound Expanse, the enormous hand froze in space, unable to descend. Despite its overwhelming power, it could not force itself any further down through the universe.
“After the third-generation master of the Five-Palm Sect challenged you and lost, everyone believed that he had died. Only we know that you kept his body as a spare vessel; the Five-Palm Sect is nothing more than one of your backup choices.” The High Seraph thrust a palm at the sky: Veilparter.
The enormous hand was shaken and pushed aside. The High Seraph passed by, only to confront a dark-gold curtain that covered the sky as it fell upon him.
“Voidheart Mirror.”
A dark-gold light flashed in Yue Ya’s eyes as he stared at the High Seraph.
Mo Shang’s body flickered. Each time, his power rose to another level. It was the Nine Heavens Transformation. When his strength reached the peak, his body suddenly froze. His eyes went blank, and he vacantly stared at Yue Ya.
The man stared back at Mo Shang. “You cannot resist my Voidheart Mirror. Honestly, you are the best choice for my next body.”
The High Seraph continued to stare blankly at Yue Ya. A foot rose, and the High Seraph proceeded to walk over to Yue Ya, his body clearly no longer under his own control.
Yue Ya watched as the High Seraph drew nearer. A ring of dark gold had appeared around his irises, and the color was spreading to fill his eyes.