What's the Plan? Force Our Way In!

*Buzz—!* In the night sky, golden patterns suddenly manifested. As the golden light spread, it formed a massive golden array rune spanning a full hundred zhang in the blink of an eye! The array rune seemed branded directly onto the void. Immediately after, a rift abruptly tore open in the center of the mysterious pattern! *Whoosh!* An ice-blue cloud shuttle vanished into the horizon in an instant, and the violent spatial fluctuations disappeared completely within moments. The hundred-zhang golden pattern in the sky seemed as if it had never existed, and even the trace of the spatial rift was smoothed away in a flash. Less than half an incense stick's time after the rift vanished, four or five waves of cultivators arrived in succession to investigate, but all of them left empty-handed. Yet each of them was certain their senses had not deceived them. Gradually, rumors began to circulate that a peerless treasure was about to emerge in the area, drawing numerous cultivators upon hearing the news. Meng Wanshu put away the cloud shuttle, while Li Guanqi closed his eyes and opened his arms wide. Feeling the dense spiritual energy of heaven and earth around him, he could not help but take a deep breath. Opening his mind's eye, he discovered that the Xuanmen Domain could truly be considered a pure, spiritual, and enchanting place. Mountains, rivers, earth, and sky were all in perfect harmony. Cultivators standing here felt as though they became one with heaven, earth, and nature. Seeing this, Meng Wanshu softly explained, "The Xuanmen Domain has always been known as a place of unity between heaven and man. There are an extraordinary number of cultivators with wood-attribute spiritual roots here. "Just as the Shenbao Domain is predominantly fire-attributed." Li Guanqi nodded slightly upon hearing this and sighed in admiration. "It truly is a fine place. Not only is the spiritual energy dense, but the abundant wood-attribute spiritual energy makes one's entire state of mind so much more peaceful." At his words, Meng Wanshu promptly leaned close to him, her jade-like hand pinching his waist and giving it a gentle twist. "Oh? Are you saying the women of the Shenbao Domain have fiery tempers? Would you like to take a concubine from the Xuanmen Domain in the future?" Li Guanqi shuddered inwardly at the question. How could he dare entertain such words? "Cough, cough... I wouldn't dare, I wouldn't dare..." Xiao Chen, meanwhile, stood with his hands behind his back, looking left and right. Everything seemed utterly novel to him, like a child who had never traveled far from home suddenly catching sight of the outside world. Ye Feng frowned slightly. For some reason, ever since arriving here, he had felt a lingering sense of unease. "Boss, did Senior Long say where Cao Yan is right now?" A cold sneer curved on Li Guanqi's lips. Raising his hand, he produced an antique jade pendant. A spiritual glow then surfaced from within the pendant. Tianji Pavilion had long since prepared a map of the Xuanmen Domain for him. Li Guanqi conjured the map in his sea of consciousness. His gaze swept across it and quickly settled on the Southern Domain below. Beyond the rivers and mountains on the map, the landscape was mostly mountain ranges and forests. And nestled within a forest ringed by mountains was a location marked in red. Only three words were written above it: 'Southern King Realm!' Li Guanqi checked their current position; they were not far from the Southern Domain! Putting the map away, Li Guanqi checked the direction and said in a deep voice, "Let's go!" *Whoosh!* Boarding the cloud-piercing shuttle, the four instantly tore through the void and vanished from where they stood. Their destination this time was effectively the residence of the Southern Heavenly King, Cao Zhennan. The Southern King Realm was similar in nature to the domain realm where Meng Wanshu's family resided. Yet the scale and resilience of an independent spatial realm were on a completely different level. Beside him, Ye Feng asked softly, "Boss, what's the plan?" Li Guanqi replied calmly, "Force our way in!" Ye Feng grinned. Nodding silently, he sat cross-legged on the deck and gently wiped down his sword. Sitting nearby, Xiao Chen inexplicably felt a chilling sense of slaughter! He could not comprehend why merely worrying about someone could drive them to this point. Yet on second thought, if it were Meng Wanshu in danger, he might very well be even more frantic than the two of them. Li Guanqi took out a blue jade slip, gently stroking it in his palm. Years had passed since they last met, and he missed him terribly... Though his heart yearned with concern, this jade slip had never once lit up. Li Guanqi could hardly imagine how Cao Yan had survived all these years. Fleeing deadly pursuit on one hand while striving by every conceivable means to cultivate, contend, and seize resources on the other! There was no telling how many grueling days and nights he had endured. Even so, Cao Yan had never once thought of contacting either him or Ye Feng. Perhaps in his heart... he feared dragging the two of them down... Li Guanqi gripped the jade slip tightly, killing intent surging in the depths of his eyes! Meng Wanshu also sensed the rapid shift in their mental states and remained silent. Xiao Chen, usually all smiles and levity, gradually sobered up as well. After all, they were facing one of the Four Heavenly Kings beneath the Domain Lord this time. If blood truly had to be spilled, the matter would be far from easy to settle. Yet since he had chosen to come along, he had never entertained the thought of backing out now. The four traveled onward in silence. After an unknown amount of time, Li Guanqi rose abruptly! Behind him, the sword coffin suddenly emerged, and around his body manifested a suit of purplish-black lightning armor! When Ye Feng saw Li Guanqi directly don the lightning armor ranked in the top one hundred spirit incantations, he immediately understood what was going on... It seemed that no matter what happened today, Li Guanqi was determined to back Cao Yan up. Or rather... he meant to turn the entire Southern Domain upside down today! Ye Feng slowly stood up, instantly liberating the power of the ghost hand in his right arm! The power of the ghost hand came from an ancient grand demon of the Purgatory Abyss, fused into his arm to become his strength. The ghost hand's power... even now, he did not dare liberate it completely, fearing he would become a puppet to the remnant soul of that grand demon. If he unleashed it to his current limit, it could forcefully elevate his strength by nearly an entire minor realm! Xiao Chen's expression turned stern at the sight. With a flick of his hand, the Blood God Spear instantly entered its Apocalypse state! Flames billowed around him with boundless momentum! Meng Wanshu stepped up beside Li Guanqi, reaching out to tear through the void and drawing forth a translucent, ice-blue frost sword! The mere appearance of that sword instantly froze the surrounding spatial rifts into ice! Ice blossoms drifted through the air. Meng Wanshu's eyes gleamed with chilling frost as she turned to the trio with a light smile. "I won't unleash Apocalypse, or I'm afraid the commotion will be too great." The three heads turned toward her and nodded like chicks pecking rice. The Southern King Realm! At this moment, the Southern King Realm could only be described as bustling with deafening clamor. Everywhere, luxurious cloud boats shuttled back and forth. The Southern King Realm had opened a hundred-zhang rift, through which countless cultivators carried all manner of gifts as they arrived. Major sects had all come to offer their congratulations. As it turned out, today was the fifteen-hundredth birthday banquet of the Southern Heavenly King, Cao Zhennan, and nearly every leader of sects and factions across the entire Southern Domain, large and small, had come. The entire Southern King Realm was bathed in scenes of consummate celebration. Yet this very entrance was not open to just anyone. Smaller sects could not even make it past the front gate, forced to leave their gifts, offer a few pleasantries, and depart. Those in charge of recording the gifts would not even bother writing down the names of their sects, and the offerings would simply be divided up among themselves.