Ye Ling quickly froze the memory segment from Di Zhui and replayed it, having spotted the two fleeting black shadows.
The speed of both individuals was so great that Di Zhui's vision couldn't capture them; he could only vaguely make out two silhouettes.
"Judging by their appearance, they seem to be engaged in a pursuit... Could it be that two people were fighting and happened to pass by here?"
Ye Ling meticulously examined Di Zhui's memory, his mind racing.
"No... that's unlikely to be a coincidence. Given the speed of these two black shadows, they would belong to the absolute apex of society in the mortal realm of Earth."
"Such figures, excluding those who have been in seclusion for centuries, probably number only one or two, if any, in present-day China. If those individuals were truly to fight, it's highly improbable they would end up here."
"Moreover... judging by the movements of these two black shadows, they are both accelerating. It's clear their starting point was near this vicinity. They likely came to observe the battle, happened to discover each other, and then, with unspoken understanding, engaged in a chase..."
Having roughly deduced the reason for the chase between the two shadows, Ye Ling followed their direction of departure, sweeping his divine soul towards them.
"If I'm not mistaken, at their current speed and with the pursuit continuing, they should have reached the territory of the Sand Country to the north by now..."
Ye Ling's divine soul expanded, locating the vicinity of the Sand Country. Indeed, amidst a vast ice field, he found two individuals engaged in a chase and battle.
A white-haired elder in simple cloth robes was pursuing someone clad in full mecha!
The elder possessed the cultivation of a Loose Immortal, his strength surpassing that of the mecha-clad Mortal Immortal. However, the Mortal Immortal, relying on his mecha, matched the elder's speed.
Both parties were traveling far beyond the speed of sound, continuously moving towards the North Pole!
"Found them!"
Upon seeing the two individuals locked in pursuit, a glint flashed in Ye Ling's eyes. He immediately handed Di Zhui over to the Blood-Slaying Qilin and said, "You two stay put at Jianlong Divine Mountain. I'm going to apprehend a couple of people."
With that, Ye Ling acted, collecting both the mud creature still locked in fierce combat within the living swamp and the evil spirit of the white-robed swordsman. He then ascended into the air and flew northward.
"Lord!"
The Blood-Slaying Qilin called out to Ye Ling, but before it could finish speaking, Ye Ling had vanished from its sight.
Seeing Ye Ling disappear, the Blood-Slaying Qilin opened its mouth again, utterly stunned where it stood.
He... just left?
...
North of China, the ice fields of the Sand Country.
"Lu Yun, stop struggling. Today, this old man will surely kill you!"
Dozens of divine weapons floated behind the elder in simple cloth robes, each exuding immense power, causing the very space to warp slightly.
Lu Yun did not turn back. Instead, several gun barrels extended from his back, firing missiles at the elder, while simultaneously using the recoil to further accelerate his speed.
Seeing the missiles approach, the elder sneered, "Hmph! Your Mortal Pavilion, instead of cultivating yourselves, you only dabble in these unorthodox methods!"
"Watch as this old man cleaves them with a single sword!"
As his voice fell, a flying sword shot out from behind the elder, effortlessly slicing through the missiles.
Boom!
The missiles exploded in the ice field, the intense fire engulfing the frozen landscape and melting the ground below.
The immaculate elder in simple cloth robes emerged from the blast, his speed significantly increased, rapidly closing the distance with Lu Yun.
Sensing the approaching danger from behind, Lu Yun's mecha's right wrist opened, quickly generating a light shield.
Lu Yun turned, raising his shield. The elder, wielding a great saber, closed in and swung down fiercely!
Bang!!!
An immense force rippled outwards, the vast ice field being torn open, and the earth trembling!
The elder's saber shattered Lu Yun's light shield, sending Lu Yun flying backwards and crashing heavily into the ground.
The elder hovered in the air, looking down at the massive crater, and sneered, "The Twelve Masters of the Mortal Pavilion are nothing more than this. Allow this old man to send you on your final journey."
"Weapon Formation: Annihilation Path."
As the elder spoke, the dozen divine weapons behind him flew out, hovering above Lu Yun and forming a grand formation, emanating boundless power.
Lu Yun, encased in his mecha, lay in the crater, gazing at the divine weapons suspended in the sky, his expression unreadable beneath his mask.
However, no one noticed that the back of Lu Yun's mecha had opened, and a tiny gun barrel had pierced the earth, seemingly injecting something into it.
The elder stood in the void, confident of victory with his weapon formation complete. His gaze towards Lu Yun was filled with mockery as he said, "Lu Yun, step out of your mecha now and kneel before me to beg for mercy. If this old man is in a good mood, perhaps I'll spare your life."
"You old scoundrel..."
Lu Yun chuckled and opened his mecha's faceplate.
Beneath the faceplate was a middle-aged man with a stubbled face, a faint smile on his lips, and an overall somewhat dejected appearance.
He stepped out of the mecha and looked at the elder standing in mid-air, smiling, "Mo Qingfeng, your Mo family has been fixated on resurrecting your ancestors for so many years. How pathetic..."
Hearing Lu Yun's taunt, a cold glint flashed in Mo Qingfeng's eyes, "Sharp-tongued brat, I'd like to see how you escape today!"
After a brief exchange, tempers flared. Mo Qingfeng ceased holding back and directly commanded the weapon formation to descend!
Seeing the weapon formation falling from the sky, a hint of amusement flickered in Lu Yun's eyes.
Behind him, space subtly warped, and then a fair, slender hand emerged from it, swiftly grabbing Lu Yun and pulling him inside.
Boom!
Mo Qingfeng's weapon formation crashed down onto Lu Yun's mecha, its immense power utterly destroying it!
"Tch!"
Mo Qingfeng spat as Lu Yun was whisked away, a shadow clouding his eyes.
However, he was not surprised by this outcome.
Lu Yun, as one of the Twelve Masters of the Mortal Pavilion, though ranked last, was not to be underestimated. He possessed countless means of self-preservation.
If he had truly killed Lu Yun here, it would have been rather strange.
Mo Qingfeng descended into the crater and, looking at the mecha reduced to ashes by his weapon formation, coldly stated, "A bunch of brats from the Mortal Pavilion, one day, this old man will uproot you all!"
No longer able to sense Lu Yun's presence, knowing he had gone far, Mo Qingfeng recalled his divine weapons and prepared to return to Jianlong Divine Mountain.
However, just as Mo Qingfeng turned to leave, a tiny marble shot out from the crater, piercing his protective spiritual energy and penetrating his heart!
The poison attached to the marble spread rapidly through Mo Qingfeng's body via his heart, instantly sealing all his cultivation!
"D-damn it... cough!"
Realizing he had been tricked, Mo Qingfeng clutched his chest tightly, falling to his knees and spitting out a large amount of black blood.
"Mo Qingfeng, you still fell for it..."
The space in front of Mo Qingfeng warped slightly, and Lu Yun emerged from it, looking at Mo Qingfeng with a wide smile.
"You despicable wretch, to ambush this old man!"
Mo Qingfeng's expression contorted, his gaze fixed on Lu Yun, his body trembling violently.
He tried to summon his divine weapons again, but his body was powerless, utterly unable to move!
At this moment, another black-clad woman emerged from the warped space behind Mo Qingfeng and respectfully bowed to Lu Yun, "Master, the spatial construct is complete. We can return at any time."
"Mm." Lu Yun nodded and turned to the black-clad woman, saying, "Take him back. I have another trip to Jianlong Divine Mountain to make."
The black-clad woman bowed again, "Yes."
However, just as the black-clad woman bound Mo Qingfeng and was about to drag him into the opened spatial wormhole, a powerful spiritual energy descended from the sky, directly shattering the spatial wormhole!
The black-clad woman was sent flying!
Lu Yun's expression changed drastically, and he looked up at the sky, "Who!"
There, Ye Ling stood in the void, calmly observing the few individuals below.
"It seems I've arrived in time."