"Die!!"

A furious roar. Xue Yan’s palm, wreathed in Bloody Elemental Power, viciously slammed toward the right side of Mu Chen’s back. The surrounding Ice Attribute Elemental Power instantly formed into layers of solid ice walls, blocking the path behind Mu Chen.

Xue Yan was momentarily stunned, but his attack didn’t slow. Instead, it accelerated, smashing violently against the Profound Ice Wall. Whether it was because the Ice Attribute Elemental Power within the ruins was exceptionally pure, or because Mu Chen’s Martial Artist Realm had improved, the Profound Ice Wall was surprisingly sturdy. It just barely managed to block nearly forty percent of Xue Yan’s power.

When the palm finally struck Mu Chen’s shoulder, the once-fatal attack only managed to severely injure him. Spitting out a mouthful of blood, Mu Chen shot like a meteor, carried by immense force toward the enormous Spatial Rift. On the other side of the rift was terrifying spatial turbulence.

Feng Shanshan had already been thrown aside by Mu Chen. Seeing him get closer and closer to the rift, tears streamed down her face as she manipulated her Primordial Power to fly toward him. But how could the Soul Condensing Mirror Spirit let her pass? It struck the nape of her neck with a single chop. Feng Shanshan’s vision went black, and she lost consciousness.

With a sigh, the Soul Condensing Mirror Spirit shook its head and said, "Silly girl, that’s spatial turbulence. Since Mu Chen can no longer be saved, how could I watch my disciple throw her life away for nothing?" With that, the Soul Condensing Mirror Spirit whisked Feng Shanshan away with a SWISH, finding a complex area of Spatial Rifts to hide in.

At this moment, everyone’s attention was drawn to Mu Chen in the distance. Suddenly, countless familiar figures had appeared there, one of whom was none other than Supervisor Xue Sha, the very person who had sent them in. He stared in horror at the Spatial Rift behind them and roared, "Damn it! A Spatial Rift this huge... even an old man like me would be doomed if I were sucked in! What the hell did you bastards do in there?!"

Xue Shitian was also very close to the rift. Overwhelmed and struggling to save himself, he had no time to answer Xue Sha. Mu Chen, already unconscious from Xue Yan’s blow, had no control over his body’s momentum. Just as he was about to be sucked into the Spatial Rift, a woman in white suddenly appeared in his path. She opened her arms and held him tightly in her embrace.

But the force of Mu Chen’s momentum was immense; how could a mere woman possibly withstand it? The moment the white-robed woman caught Mu Chen, her figure, along with his, plunged into the Spatial Rift and vanished into the spatial turbulence.

"VMMMM!! KRAKA-KAKA-KA..."

After pulling in Mu Chen and the woman in white, the Spatial Rift suddenly seemed to lose its power and began to slowly heal itself. When the rift had shrunk to the size of a single person, the black spatial turbulence within it transformed, revealing the scenery of the Blood Soul Imperial City in the Outer Realm.

Xue Sha shouted, "Go, now! Take this chance while the rift is suddenly stable!"

The shout was like a clap of thunder, jolting everyone back to their senses. Led by Xue Sha, they all summoned every last bit of their strength and rushed toward the Outer Realm. In just a few dozen seconds, everyone—those who had been accidentally sucked in from the outside and those who were already participating inside—fled the Senluo Ruins. Among them, of course, was Feng Shanshan, protected by the Soul Condensing Mirror Spirit...

It could be said that aside from Mu Chen and the woman in white who met with disaster, everyone else returned safely from the perilous Senluo Ruins. Because the entrance had been destroyed, the location where the dozens of people were teleported was slightly off; they had appeared on a street in the Blood Soul Empire. Xue Sha’s face was dark. He glanced at the four members of the Blood Family collapsed on the ground without a word, then snorted coldly, flicked his sleeves, and strode toward the family estate.

Xue Yan, Xue Lie, Xue Nie, and Xue Shitian exchanged a look and smiled. Xue Yan said, "Good thing I blasted that kid Mu Chen into the spatial turbulence."

Xue Lie said, "It is good, but what about Feng Shanshan?"

Xue Shitian and Xue Nie quickly scanned their surroundings, but they couldn’t find any trace of Feng Shanshan among the people who had emerged. Xue Nie said, "It doesn’t look like she made it out. Could she have been sucked into the spatial turbulence too?"

Xue Shitian laughed heartily. "If so, that’s just perfect! It’s just a pity about the Soul Concentration Mirror."

Xue Yan looked at his palm, where a faint trace of a spiritual fluctuation still lingered. He frowned and said, "It’s highly likely that one of those two has already made the Soul Concentration Mirror recognize them as its master. That would explain why the Soul Concentration Mirror suddenly disappeared."

Xue Lie said, "So you’re saying we were played by those two from the very beginning?"

Xue Yan nodded. "It’s very likely. What a cunning Ninghun Family. But now that the Soul Concentration Mirror and two of the Ninghun Family’s best have been sucked into a Spatial Rift, hopefully this incident will be enough to offset our failure. Let’s go back."

Hearing this, Xue Lie, Xue Nie, and Xue Shitian nodded and helped each other to their feet. They still felt a little uneasy; in their minds, Supervisor Xue Sha was a terrifying figure.

------Blood Python Family-----

"What in the world were you doing? Before you entered the ruins, I warned you again and again not to activate the Blood Poison! Don’t activate the Blood Poison! Were you deaf?!" Xue Sha, red-faced with anger, berated the four men standing in the middle of the hall. Then, his expression turned cold. "However, I watched the four of you grow up. Since you did it, there must have been a reason. I’ll give you a chance to explain now."

Xue Yan raised his head and said calmly, "Supervisor, there’s something you don’t know. Two remnants of the Ninghun Family infiltrated the Senluo Ruins this time."

Xue Sha was taken aback. "Remnants? How could that be? The stone statue of the Emperor Blood Python should be able to identify the aura of the Ninghun Family."

Xue Yan said, "But it’s the truth. After those two entered, they did nothing else and managed to open the Senluo Tomb in just half a day."

Xue Sha shot to his feet and pointed at Xue Yan. "What did you say?! The Senluo Tomb was opened by remnants of the Ninghun Family? Didn’t you try to stop them?"

At this, Xue Shitian, who was standing to the side, spoke up. "Of course we tried to stop them, but those two remnants of the Ninghun Family were far too cunning. They even had a High Level life-saving item like Shadow Concealing Dust. To hide their movements, those two even caused a series of disturbances. In the end, we couldn’t intercept them in time, and they succeeded in getting in."

Xue Sha’s eyes widened in fury. The Soul Concentration Mirror’s importance to the Blood Python Family surpassed that of any treasure. Just as Xue Sha was about to roar in anger, Xue Yan interrupted him. "Supervisor, although we didn’t obtain the Soul Concentration Mirror, they didn’t make it out alive either."

"Hm?" Xue Sha’s crimson face eased slightly. "They didn’t make it out alive?"

Xue Lie nodded and recounted everything that followed without omitting a single detail. The more Xue Sha listened, the more surprised he became. Finally, he let out a cold laugh. "Those two brats are quite clever, knowing how to create conflict. Heh heh, so that kid in white who fell into the spatial turbulence was a remnant of the Ninghun Family? That’s good too. I just didn’t expect the Ninghun Family to still be holding on after ten thousand years. Now that the Soul Concentration Mirror has disappeared, the foundation of the Ninghun Family is completely destroyed. Let’s see how they’ll fight us now!"

With this definitive news, Xue Yan, Xue Lie, Xue Nie, and Xue Shitian were temporarily relieved...

Just as the Blood Python Family was debriefing the Senluo Ruins incident, two figures in white materialized out of thin air within a pocket of spatial turbulence. A young woman in white was tightly holding a young man, also in white. Both had their eyes closed, appearing as if they were asleep. The tearing forces of the surrounding space continuously swept toward them, threatening to rip them to shreds.

But as these tearing forces neared their bodies, a dazzling white ball of light emerged from the young woman’s chest. The moment it appeared, it expanded several times over, firmly enveloping both of them and completely isolating them from the immense tearing forces outside. This young woman was none other than Wan Xian’Er, who had been mistakenly pulled in earlier.

-----Central Continent-----Zhongling Mountain------

"What did you say?! Xian’Er was sucked into a massive Spatial Rift?! Sikong, you..." Upon hearing this news, Wan Xianzhong was on pins and needles.

"What are we to do? Xian’Er’s Martial Artist Realm is only at the Emperor level! She hasn’t mastered even a bit of Spatial Power. Isn’t entering a Spatial Rift a certain death sentence? Sikong, didn’t I tell you to protect her?"

As the Ding Palace Master, Wan Xianzhong had always been composed, calm, and steady. It was for this very reason that he, and no other, was the current Ding Palace Master. Yet whenever it came to matters concerning Wan Xian’Er, he became like a different person.

"I... it is indeed my fault. But the situation was too sudden. By the time I wanted to go save her, the Spatial Rift had already closed," Sikong said, his face filled with self-reproach and shame.

Wan Xianzhong paced back and forth, at a complete loss. "This..."

"This what?"

Suddenly, a majestic voice entered their ears. Immediately after, a gaunt old man appeared before them without any warning.

Upon seeing the old man, Sikong knelt on one knee and said respectfully, "Greetings, Grand Elder Tai."

Wan Xianzhong also bowed his head respectfully. "Father."

The man called Supreme Elder was the same mysterious old man who had appeared after the White Dragon Cauldron recognized its master. He was also Wan Xianzhong’s father and Wan Xian’Er’s grandfather, Wan Yunliu.

"Look at you. How do you resemble the master of a palace?" Wan Xianlin glanced askance at Wan Xianzhong and said in a low voice, "Will panicking bring Xian’Er back?"

Wan Xianzhong was stunned for a moment. "But... but Xian’Er was sucked into a Spatial Rift and fell into spatial turbulence."

Wan Xianlin snorted coldly. "I know. Xian’Er is more important to me than you are. Since I was at ease letting her descend the mountain, I naturally wouldn’t let any harm come to her. She is my only granddaughter. When she left, I placed a Life-Protecting Talisman on her. As long as it is with her, Xian’Er’s life will not be in any danger. You can rest assured."

"A Life-Protecting Talisman? Father is truly thorough." Wan Xianzhong was filled with emotion. When she descended the mountain, he had only thought to arrange guards and sufficient funds for Wan Xian’Er, but he had overlooked the most fundamental method of protection. The name ’Life-Protecting Talisman’ might sound a bit tacky, but on the Extreme Martial Continent, there was no more useful life-saving treasure.

Wan Xianlin grunted in acknowledgment. "You don’t need to worry. Just a moment ago, Xian’Er activated the Life-Protecting Talisman, so I have already found her location. However, when I rushed over, I discovered that Xian’Er had already escaped the spatial turbulence and entered an extremely special Independent Space."

"An extremely special Independent Space?"