Rebirth of a Reincarnated Immortal Cultivator

Upon hearing this, Wang Qing's eyes flickered slightly.

His five fingers, hidden beneath a hempen Taoist robe, trembled slightly before he suddenly shook his head.

Seeing Wang Qing's intriguing reaction, Wu Sanxian's expression changed slightly, and he was about to speak.

But then a golden rainbow-like phantom materialized on the horizon, appearing inconspicuous under the all-encompassing Buddhist light.

In the blink of an eye, they were right in front of him, revealing the barefoot figure of a real person.

"Barefoot Fellow Daoist, you've come at the right time. Brother Wang and I were discussing Miss Yan's matter, and we wondered if you..."

Wu Sanxian stroked his gray beard, coughed three times, and then his eyes showed a look of sudden realization.

"I'm afraid I'll have to disappoint you two, as I haven't been able to find my nephew Yan either."

Barefoot Master shook his head, his lips moved slightly, his gaze lingered on the two for a moment, but his face remained expressionless.

"That's really strange. Logically speaking, the three of us entered that spatial rift at almost the same time and arrived in this area at the same time. Even if there was some error, we shouldn't have been completely out of touch by now."

Wu Sanxian stroked his chin, his tone full of doubt.

"Do you think it's possible that Fellow Daoist Yan inadvertently revealed his whereabouts and was subsequently wiped out by the combined forces of the Merfolk?"

After a moment of silence, Wang Qing finally spoke.

Although his voice wasn't loud, anyone could hear the chilling intent in his words.

After all, he was the one who initiated this operation, and the Yan family is a renowned cultivation clan in the entire Yue Kingdom's cultivation world.

The hunt has barely begun and this has already happened; no wonder Wang Qing is so frustrated.

After all, Yan Qingyan was someone he had summoned. If she were to truly perish in this strange space, not to mention anything else, Yan Wuming would certainly not let him off easily.

That person was someone who had already reached the late stage of Core Formation more than two hundred years ago. Although he was injured after leaving the Hanxu Immortal Mansion, he was not someone that could be easily provoked.

To be able to escape from that place with the cultivation level of Core Formation stage is a testament to the immense power of a Core Formation cultivator, far beyond what ordinary Core Formation cultivators can achieve.

If this person decides to do something reckless and cause trouble, we can hold him responsible for this...

Thinking of this, Wang Qing's expression grew even more gloomy.

"It's unlikely. Although this place is large, it is not beyond the perception range of the sound transmission jade talisman. Moreover, if the mermaids were to make any moves, it would be impossible for us Core Formation stage cultivators to not detect them at all."

"In Chi's opinion, something unexpected must have happened in the spatial rift."

The Barefoot Immortal shook his head, a glint of light flashing in his eyes. His late-stage Core Formation divine sense swept across the vicinity without any hesitation, and he suddenly spoke.

"Does the barefooted fellow Daoist mean that Miss Yan was swallowed up by the spatial storm after entering the spatial rift? But that's impossible!!"

"When Wang first discovered this spatial rift, he traveled through it many times. Although the location of his teleportation was slightly off each time, the stability of the passage was absolutely unquestionable."

“If there were really something wrong with this spatial rift, there’s no way the three of us wouldn’t have noticed it.”

After a moment's thought, Wang Qing immediately retorted.

“Indeed, when the three of us entered, the passage was indeed extremely stable. However, there are so many factors that can affect the stability of a space. How can you, fellow Daoist, guarantee that it will not be completely foolproof?”

"What if Fellow Daoist Yan possesses some rare treasure that could affect the stability of this space, or perhaps he has encountered some unknown unforeseen event..."

The Barefoot Master sneered, gave the two men a meaningful look, and then abruptly stopped talking, refusing to speak further.

"If that's really the case, Fellow Daoist Yan's luck is truly..."

"But brother, as you can see, this matter has absolutely nothing to do with me!"

"Judging from Fairy Yan's tone just now, it seems that Fellow Daoist Barefoot has a rather good relationship with Senior Yan Wuming. I would be extremely grateful if Fellow Daoist could mediate between them!"

"Fellow Daoist, please feel free to make any requests. I, Wang, will do my utmost to fulfill them!"

Barefoot Master's words left Wang Qing speechless, his face turning pale and then red, but he had to pretend to be calm and cup his hands in greeting to Barefoot Master.

The meaning behind the words is quite obvious.

"Hehe, let's talk about these things after we get out of here. Right now, let's clean up the mess behind us!"

"This fellow Daoist is quite skilled; he managed to follow us without anyone noticing."

"Although I don't know what method you used to hide your aura and spiritual energy to such an extent, the moment you entered this place, there was the suppression of spatial power, and in addition, my Heavenly River Gourd is naturally exceptionally sensitive to fluctuations in spiritual energy. Otherwise, I really wouldn't have been able to detect your presence!"

As the barefoot master spoke, he unleashed his inner aura without any concealment. The pressure of the peak of the mid-stage Core Formation realm, mixed with the rolling divine consciousness fluctuations of the late-stage Core Formation realm, shook the entire void, causing it to buzz.

Upon hearing this, both Wang Qing and Wu Sanxian's expressions changed.

With a single pat to his waist, a simple, gray palm-leaf fan and a giant trident with three points and two blades suddenly appeared in mid-air and were immediately gripped tightly in his hands.

The spiritual pressure of the early Core Formation stage cultivator was made undisguised, surging towards the direction in which the Barefoot True Man was looking.

Instantly, the spiritual energy within a radius of more than ten miles became restless, and waves surged on the sea surface.

Strangely, no matter how much they released their aura, the moment they came into contact with the golden seawater, they were immediately swallowed up and disappeared without even a ripple.

This made their hearts sink.

"Very well! It seems you're determined to go all the way down this dark path! In that case, you may just die!"

Seeing that the man still showed no sign of appearing, a ferocious glint flashed across the barefoot master's face.

With a flick of his five fingers, the golden gourd beneath his feet shone brightly, its lid automatically opening to reveal a dense array of golden sword lights.

Each of these sword lights was only the size of a thumb, and their sheer number far exceeded expectations. Like countless tiny golden insects, they frantically struck towards a seemingly empty void.

Instantly, the sound of air being torn apart was deafening!

The moment the swords clashed, a sudden change occurred!

After a deafening explosion, golden light burst forth from the void.

Immediately afterwards, a gigantic sword, hundreds of feet long and shrouded in a bluish-green hue, instantly materialized and materialized, with golden threads of azure swirling around its surface.

With a single strike, it was as if the sky had collapsed; its power was truly astonishing!

Wherever it passed, golden sword shadows lingered and clanged, and with a single sweep, it dispersed thousands of thumb-sized sword energies!

Upon seeing the astonishing power emanating from the giant sword high in the sky, a hint of apprehension flashed in the barefoot master's eyes.

With a change of hand seals, the scattered sword light converged and formed a huge sword shield covering a hundred feet of void.

Almost the instant the sword and shield were formed, the azure greatsword crashed down with the force of a thunderbolt.

Everything that just happened took only two or three breaths!

Before the two of them could react.

The next moment, an astonishing aura erupted from the sword.

Amidst the horrified gazes of the crowd, the azure giant sword suddenly exploded, its terrifying power instantly shattering the Heavenly River Sword Shield.

Countless fragments of sword energy, accompanied by the whistling wind, rushed straight towards us!

"not good!"

Upon seeing this, Wang Qing let out a roar. A strange fluctuation arose behind him, and with a powerful flap of his two translucent cicada wings, his body flashed with spiritual light, causing him to immediately retreat hundreds of feet.

Even with his quick reflexes, he was still grazed by the shattered sword light.

He looked down at the thumb-sized hole in his arm, his gaze extremely gloomy.

As for Wu Sanxian, no one knows what kind of supernatural power he used, but he only suffered minor injuries.

"Heh, you people are quite interesting."

Just as Wang Qing was lost in thought, a faint voice echoed in the air. The voice was not loud, but it gave people an indescribable sense of oppression.