Son-in-law Heaven Emperor Xiao Yi
Chapter 1269 - 1255: Dark Forest

Chapter 1269: Chapter 1255: Dark Forest

"Just now, that person had at least the cultivation level of five thousand steps of the Great Dao..."

"No, it could only be stronger!"

"He should be an ancestral-level existence from the Siling Clan..."

Tongtian and the others exchanged glances, and everyone subconsciously avoided mentioning the words spoken by that voice. Until Fang Tianmiao looked at Xiao Yi with a solemn expression: "Lord Xiao, did he mention the Hall Master’s escape? Could he possibly mean the Dreadlord of the Death Spirit Hall?"

"..."

Everyone’s faces changed suddenly, and they all looked at Xiao Yi in unison.

They too heard the words, but everyone subconsciously dared not bring it up.

For fear that these words might come true!

No matter the silent guards or the Siling Clan, though troublesome and powerful, they were still confident in dealing with them.

But if it were truly that Dreadlord of the Death Spirit Hall breaking free...

Not to mention them...

Even in the strong-people-infested Ancient Times, there were few who could contend with him.

"Master..." Xiao Yi looked at Master Nantian.

Master Nantian waved his hand and said, "Now that we have reached this realm, let’s not be formal with titles like ’Master,’ just call me Nantian Fellow Daoist or Brother Nantian!"

"Alright then!"

Xiao Yi nodded and then said, "Brother Nantian, what exactly is on the other side of this portal? Since you’ve been there for so long, do you know where the so-called Dreadlord’s seal is?"

Master Nantian said, "That sealed space is referred to by these Siling Clan people as the Dark Forest. I have overheard during my hiding that besides this teleportation array, the Dark Forest has another exit. And that exit connects to the place where the Dreadlord is sealed, but as to the exact location, I am not aware. However, I have a suspicion..."

Everyone looked at him intently.

The Dreadlord is an existence that can threaten the very survival of the entire Qingtian Realm, not to be taken lightly.

Master Nantian pointed to the green mist surrounding them and said in a deep voice, "I suspect that all this is orchestrated by the Siling Clan to aid the Dreadlord’s escape, and if I’m not mistaken, this should be a means to obscure the perception of our Qingtian Realm’s powerhouses!"

"Master Nantian’s analysis is quite reasonable. Aside from blocking spiritual perception, this mist seems to have no other purpose!"

"If that is the case, then the Dreadlord’s seal is likely in the heart of the extreme south!"

Everyone here was an elite among the people.

A few exchanged their interpretations, and quickly drew a conclusion.

"Mr. Fang, can we perform another divination for this?" Tongtian looked at Fang Tianchi and tentatively asked.

This was the head of the Tian Ce Clan, one of the ancient eight clans in the Mysterious Realm.

The Mysterious Realm.

It holds supreme status in the Qingtian Realm.

Even above the Holy Land.

Fang Tianchi nodded, stood opposite Fang Tianmiao, and once again summoned the Heavenly Strategy Compass.

Everyone waited nervously for the result.

This time the compass’s wildly spinning pointer suddenly jolted, instantly reversing its direction and spinning frantically, causing the entire compass to shake violently. Streams of fate power wildly dissipated, and it seemed the compass was on the verge of collapsing.

Everyone’s expressions changed dramatically: "Run quickly, if this fate power goes out of control, it will be a huge trouble if contaminated!"

"Make sure these fate powers do not touch your body..."

Destiny.

This is one of the most mysterious kinds of all the heavenly great Dao.

Even those strong as the Sacred Venerate Realm dare not casually touch the chaotic fate power.

Just as everyone was planning to evade.

A figure stepped forward into the center of the fate power storm.

Everyone’s faces suddenly changed.

Master Nantian exclaimed, "Xiao Yi, get out of there quickly, that fate power is not something you can touch!"

"Once contaminated, the consequences are unthinkable!"

"Leave quickly..."

Fang Ru was even paler: "Foolish, Xiao Yi, have you considered the risk to Qingzhu by doing this, have you... uh..."

As Fang Ru was speaking with indignation, his face suddenly froze.

Only to see Xiao Yi’s hands resting on the shoulders of Fang Tianchi and the other, a surge of powerful fate power infused into their bodies, and then that frenzied storm gradually calmed down at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"This..."

"This is impossible! He, he actually mastered the fate power?"

"Is this still a human? Martial arts, artifact refining, and fate all mastered, who exactly is he..."

Fate power, widely recognized as one of the most mysterious and powerful heavenly great Dao.

Ordinary warriors simply cannot comprehend such power.

Because of this...

The mighty Qingtian Realm from the Primeval, Ancient times to now, granted the Tian Ce Clan that rarefied, unshakable status because they could comprehend fate power.

And now.

Xiao Yi once again refreshed their concept of a genius.

Tongtian muttered, "Perhaps, this is the true meaning of genius!"

"Is he omnipotent?"

"He’s only been cultivating for a little over ten years, yet when he reaches our age, who knows how terrifying he will become!"

Amid everyone’s deep reflections.

The needle on the Heavenly Strategy Compass resumed its regular movement, suddenly trembling as mystical characters started to gather above the compass. Staring at the mysterious runes on the compass, Xiao Yi’s pupils slightly contracted, and he let out a soft breath: "As expected, I wasn’t wrong, the Dreadlord is sealed in the heart of the extreme south!"

Xiao Yi’s mind conjured that spiritual lake.

And the mysterious stele hidden deep in the soul.

He had previously speculated that the changes in the extreme south were closely related to that place, but he hadn’t expected it to be the place where the Dreadlord was sealed!

"With my blood as a sacrifice, fate guides me..."

Xiao Yi flicked his finger.

A droplet of blood, sparkling like a ruby, flew from his fingertip and landed among the array of mysterious runes.

Runes gathered on the blood droplet.

Suspended before Xiao Yi.

Xiao Yi said solemnly, "With the guidance of fate power now, we can quickly find that place, everyone follow me closely!"

"Yes!"

Everyone nodded in unison.

Already completely convinced by Xiao Yi, following him unequivocally.

And as Xiao Yi’s party, guided by the blood droplet, headed towards the heart of the extreme south.

In the Dark Forest sealing the Siling Clan.

A colossal Siling Clan powerhouse sat upright, his throne towering a hundred meters high, fingers with nails sharp as a longsword gently tapping the armrest, his squinting eyes occasionally opened a slit.

The gaze that shot out from that slit carried a terrifying storm of destruction, as if just a glance could tear the void.

He was Ling Feng, one of the four ancestral beings of the Siling Clan.

The other three ancestral beings were Siling Di, Siling Huo, and Dead Spirit Water, each a master of over seven thousand steps of the Great Dao, though they were sealed in another place along with the other remnants of the Dreadlord’s body.

"It seems you were right, that young human Xiao Yi will indeed become a hindrance to us rescuing the Dreadlord’s remnants!" Ling Feng’s gaze slowly lifted, looking at the figure before him.

If Xiao Yi and the others were here, they would recognize the owner of this figure as the Sect Leader of the Changsheng Sect...