# Chapter 487: Leaving the Primordial Mystic Ark
"Eh?" Sensing something unusual, Hong'er opened her eyes wide with a dazed look. "It seems like something strange is happening!"
Yun Che looked at Hong'er, concentrated his mind, and tentatively sent out the thought of recalling her. Instantly, the sword-shaped profound imprint on the back of his hand flickered, and with an "Ah" sound, Hong'er's entire body transformed into a beam of red light and flew into the profound imprint.
Yun Che raised his arm, staring at the sword-shaped profound imprint on the back of his hand, dumbfounded. It actually... really... worked!
"Hong'er!"
He called out softly, and immediately, the profound imprint flickered again, releasing a red light that materialized into Hong'er's figure. Her mouth was wide open, and she blinked hard, clearly in a dazed state.
"Transform into a sword!"
The moment his thought fell, light radiated from Hong'er's body once more, and her petite and delicate form transformed into that massive vermilion greatsword. He extended his hand, and with a slight mental command, the vermilion greatsword flew into his grasp of its own accord. He gripped the huge vermilion sword with both hands, feeling its astonishing weight, and let out the same sigh in his heart: It actually... really... worked!
But at this moment, the vermilion greatsword in his hand suddenly began to struggle on its own. With a swing of its blade, it forcibly broke free from his control, and amidst a flash of red light, transformed back into the form of the young girl Hong'er.
Yun Che was stunned... What's going on? She can break free on her own? Does this mean she isn't completely under my control like a contracted profound beast? She can actually resist?
As soon as the red light appeared, Hong'er began frantically checking her own body. After finding no abnormalities, she tilted her head, looking utterly puzzled: "How strange... my body feels a little bit disobedient... Big brother, did you do something to me?"
Yun Che was just thinking about how to explain it to her when he suddenly saw her eyes curve into crescents. She giggled and said, "But it's so fun! Big brother, let's do it again, okay!"
Before Yun Che could answer, she immediately went on without waiting: "Ah! No, no! Tasty things... there are still tasty things! Hurry up and give me Nong Que! You promised, no backing out!"
Planting a contract profound imprint on her, then successfully taking her into the imprint, summoning her, transforming her into a sword... If any of these things happened to a normal person, it would scare half their soul and half their life out of them. But Hong'er's reaction was only brief confusion, followed by "fun," and then she completely threw it all behind her... What in the world are her nerves made of!
Yun Che took out Dragon Gate and said with a strange expression, "Here, you can eat it."
"Wow wow!" Hong'er took Dragon Gate, jumping for joy. The half she had eaten before was gulped down hastily while being chased by Yun Che. This time, she could eat without any pressure, so she naturally slowed down a lot. Her small, delicate, pinkish lips and her pearl-white, tiny teeth effortlessly bit off pieces of Dragon Gate, which was tougher than profound iron, bite by bite. The impact this scene had on Yun Che's psyche was easy to imagine.
Rumble...
The intensity of the spatial tremor increased again. Above, tiny spatial cracks had already begun to appear... The repulsive force field of the Primordial Mystic Ark was about to arrive.
"Hurry and take her back into the profound imprint! Because of her constitution, she is highly unlikely to be affected by the Primordial Mystic Ark's repulsive force field!" Mo Li suddenly said.
Yun Che frowned and quickly sent out the thought to recall Hong'er into the profound imprint. As the profound imprint flashed with light, Hong'er, who was happily eating, let out a dissatisfied sound, and along with the half-length Dragon Gate she was holding in her arms, turned into a beam of red light and returned to the profound imprint.
Almost at the same time, a force so powerful it could not be resisted lifted Yun Che and flung him into the spatial vortex that had somehow appeared above him...
Having endured eighteen months of spatial turbulence, this mere spatial vortex was nothing to Yun Che. He closed his eyes, allowing himself to be moved along by the spatial vortex, his heart filled with trepidation...
Just what kind of world would he be taken to...
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On the Tian Xuan Continent, in the Cang Feng Empire.
The sudden, massive invasion by the Shenhuang Empire plunged the Cang Feng Empire into flames of war everywhere. New Moon City was the hub of the central region of the Cang Feng Empire. When news of its fall came, the people of Cang Feng were thrown into even greater panic.
The five nations of Canglan, Kuishui, Tianxiang, Jialuo, and Heisha all remained silent in the face of Cang Feng's repeated pleas for help. It was unknown whether they had forgotten the meaning of "when the lips are gone, the teeth feel cold," or were simply too terrified of the Shenhuang Empire to risk drawing trouble upon themselves. Over ninety percent of the major profound cultivation sects within the Cang Feng Empire chose to surrender... Because resistance meant only annihilation. Surrender, though shameful, at least allowed them to preserve centuries of foundation. Those that rose up in resistance or joined the defending forces were, on the contrary, the relatively weaker sects or forces that had almost no foundation to speak of.
The most powerful sect, and the only one capable of making the Shenhuang Empire think twice, Tian Jian Villa, also chose to close its gates and remain silent under the imminent threat facing the Cang Feng Empire.
A war laid bare the selfish side of human nature nakedly.
Facing the overwhelmingly powerful Shenhuang Empire, with no external aid and virtually no support from the profound world, the Cang Feng Empire had no possibility of resistance. Under the unwavering refusal of Empress Cang Yue to retreat or compromise, the fact that the Cang Feng Empire could hold out for so long was already a miracle that deeply shocked all seven nations. Although every citizen of the Cang Feng Empire could clearly smell the stench of their nation's doom, Empress Cang Yue became the brightest moon in the darkened sky of the Cang Feng Empire, earning the utmost respect from all. Even if she were to become the ruler of a fallen nation in the near future, her name would forever be recorded in the annals of Tian Xuan's history.
In the western border of the Cang Feng Empire, a place now turned into a land of smoke and fire, a young man with black hair flowing past his shoulders, dressed in pitch-black clothes, walked out from amidst the smoke.
His steps were slow, his gait heavy and stiff. His face was extremely cold and hard. Especially his eyes, which were like chilling blades from the Nine Netherworlds—a single glance at them would make anyone feel a piercing cold coursing through their body... And if one looked closely at his eyes, they would find an unusual black light flickering within his pupils.
This place had been ravaged by war, desolate and barren. The occasional few houses still standing were dilapidated, and the few pedestrians they passed all wore expressions of grief or even despair. War should not harm civilians, but the Shenhuang Empire seemed too eager to conquer the Cang Feng Empire, sweeping through with their armies and showing no regard for the common people.
Every step the black-clad young man took was uniform, both in distance and frequency. And the path he walked was, remarkably, a perfectly straight line. People who saw him would instinctively shrink back and try to keep their distance from him.
After walking for a long time, he finally spotted an inn that wasn't too badly wrecked. He paused briefly, then stepped inside the inn.
This area was already plagued by disaster and refugees, and the inn could barely attract any customers anymore. It seemed on the verge of closing down. The innkeeper was sitting behind the counter, listless, sighing repeatedly. Suddenly, an inexplicable chill ran down his spine, and his heart tightened sharply. He looked up and immediately saw the black-clad young man walking in.
Having run an inn, he was naturally worldly-wise. This unprecedented, terrifying feeling made the innkeeper instantly realize that the black-clad young man who had just entered was definitely a fearsome character. He hurried out from behind the counter and actively approached him, saying in as calm a voice as he could muster: "Esteemed guest, would you like to stay at the inn?"
"Where is Yun Che right now!" The black-clad young man did not look directly at him; from his slightly moving lips came words as stagnant and cold as dead water.
"Yun... Yun Che?" The innkeeper suppressed his fear and carefully asked, "Which Yun Che?"
"Of course, the Yun Che who destroyed Fen Tian Gate!" The black-clad young man's voice suddenly turned icy cold.
"Ah? This..." The innkeeper looked at him with shock and suspicion, then quickly lowered his head: "I don't understand what you mean, esteemed guest. Isn't Consort Yun Che... already dead?"
The name Yun Che was, of course, known to everyone within the Cang Feng Empire. The Seven Nations Ranking Battle two years ago had made his name shake the seven nations of Tian Xuan. But accompanying his resounding fame was the news that he had perished in the Primordial Mystic Ark.
"What did you... say!?"
The innkeeper's words struck the deathly still black-clad young man like a detonated bomb. He grabbed the innkeeper by the collar, lifting his two-hundred-pound body like a chick, and a ferocious light burst from his dark pupils: "You say he's dead? You say Yun Che is dead!?"
The innkeeper felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave, almost scared into losing control of his bladder on the spot: "E... esteemed guest, please calm down! Consort Yun is indeed dead! He died two years ago! Everyone in the whole world knows this... Esteemed guest, spare my life! Spare my life!"
The black-clad young man's hands trembled, his face twisted in terrifying contortions. He said in a hoarse voice: "Dead... how could he die! Speak!! How did he die... how did he die!?"
"He... he... he died in the Shenhuang Empire... the Seven Nations Ranking Battle... the Primordial Mystic Ark... I heard... it was to save the Snow Princess of the Shenhuang Empire... he was buried in the Primordial Mystic Ark..."
The innkeeper was already terrified beyond belief, his face ashen, his entire body convulsing, and his words incoherent.
"Ah!" The black-clad young man roared furiously, swinging his arm and flinging the innkeeper far away. The innkeeper's body smashed heavily through the wall, and then there was no more movement—whether dead or alive was unknown.
"Dead... dead... dead... ha... hahaha... hahahaha... dead!!" The black-clad young man's entire body trembled as he muttered repeatedly, his expression chaotic. Then he suddenly burst into laughter, and after laughing, his face twisted in pain... as if he had suddenly gone mad.
"Why... why did he die!" The black-clad young man lifted his head and roared in anguish: "Three years of tearing body and soul agony, countless times on the brink of death in the gates of hell, I finally waited for this day... Why did he die... died... Who do I take revenge on! Ah!"
With a great roar, a puff of pitch-black smoke rose from his body. Wherever the smoke lingered, the wooden table at his feet silently rotted away, and the white porcelain bowl on the table instantly turned pitch black, then turned into a cloud of black powder, scattering with the wind.
When the roar subsided, his expression suddenly calmed. A name surfaced in his mind.
Liu Yun City!!
"Liu Yun City..." The black-clad young man muttered darkly: "Yun Che... you annihilated my entire clan! This blood feud will never fade for ten thousand generations! Since... I can no longer kill you... then I will slaughter every single one of your clan!"
The black-clad young man leaped into the air, crashing through the inn's roof, and shot toward the east like a black arrow... heading straight for Liu Yun City.
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