Chapter 1290: Is This Little A Qing?

Chapter 1290: Is this little Aqing?

The cultivation of a mid-stage Quasi-Immortal swept out like a furious gale at this very instant, enveloping the nearby starry sky in a flash and shrouding the universe where it resided, manifesting a heavenly tribulation.

It caused the thunder to roar, descending upon all eight directions.

Furthermore, the laws of order transformed into chains of iron, piercing through the void to seal off everything.

At this moment, Xing Huanzi had already exerted his full strength.

Finally, within a rift of nothingness, he sensed a darting figure fleeing in desperate haste!

The traces of this figure were extremely hidden; had Xing Huanzi's cultivation not been close to the late stage of a Quasi-Immortal, it would likely have been difficult to detect.

And the appearance of that silhouette was quite peculiar.

He possessed the head of a normal human male, with ordinary features, looking like a youth.

Yet his body was only that of a five- or six-year-old child.

Clad in wide, oversized robes, he resembled a ghostly phantom.

As for his aura... he was merely a Sovereign.

Yet his speed was astonishingly fast, and his movements were blurred, as if he were employing some kind of secret technique; even his form seemed to have achieved a degree of fusion with this piece of the stellar ring.

Witnessing this, a murderous intent surged tempestuously in Xing Huanzi's eyes. As his right hand formed an incantation, countless bolts of thunder and chains of order shot straight toward that figure, while he himself stepped forward.

The killing intent materialized into substance, locking down the void!

His eyes were completely crimson.

In truth, the stardust of heavenly principles that had been devoured was of paramount importance to him, the culmination of all his painstaking efforts during this period. To prevent any mishaps, he had deliberately sought out such a hidden location.

He had not only laid down a vast number of restrictive seals in this fragmented land, but had also thoroughly scouted the area each time he came and went.

Yet he never anticipated that an accident would still occur!

That massive maw had arrived far too abruptly, appearing in an exceedingly bizarre manner, leaving Xing Huanzi unable to perceive it in advance.

Thus, having sensed the culprit now, Xing Huanzi moved out instantly like an erupting volcano.

Wherever he passed, the starry sky collapsed and the void crumbled; the body of the locked-on cultivator was instantly engulfed.

It disintegrated directly, torn into pieces.

But in the next instant, it unexpectedly coalesced once more, resuming its flight.

Xing Huanzi gave a cold snort, and the moment his foot came down, he had already stepped into the void where the opponent was located, his majestic pressure exploding outward to crush the surroundings of the fleeing figure in the distance.

It was the constriction of order, the outburst of the power of an Immortal Embryo.

The eccentric individual shuddered violently, his body disintegrating once more.

This time there was no reconstitution; instead, all the shattered flesh and blood transformed into blue maggots, scattering instantly in all directions at an even greater speed.

Moreover, during this dispersal, a vast amount of mist was spewed out, distorting the void while turning the rules upside down.

This mist was multi-colored, exuding a sense of filth, but Xing Huanzi's cultivation was profound; as his laws blazed, all existences that defied order instantly dissolved into nothingness.

Not only did the mist suffer this fate, but even all the maggots scattering in every direction collapsed one by one.

Yet at the moment of their collapse, a boundless chill erupted, madly enveloping the surroundings.

This chill did not freeze; it annihilated.

It annihilated every single trace!

It made him appear dead, but in reality, his true original body had vanished without a trace amidst the annihilation of these marks.

A moment later, Xing Huanzi's form materialized, his face somber as he stared into the surroundings.

He had lost his perception of the thief!

"Though this person is weak, his body is bizarre..."

The cold glint in Xing Huanzi's eyes grew sharper. The feeling the opponent gave him was that he had done this sort of thievery far too often, and being hunted had become a normalcy for him, resulting in extremely rich experience in fleeing for his life, with numerous and strange tricks.

For a moment, Xing Huanzi was unable to pinpoint his location accurately.

"However, that stardust of heavenly principles is closely linked to my laws. Even if you possess a special method of escape, a mere Sovereign trying to refine it is by no means an easy feat..."

Xing Huanzi sneered, his body shifting as he pursued once more, relying on his connection to the heavenly principles.

Several days later, within the starry sky, Xing Huanzi's figure materialized, his expression exceedingly unsightly as he stood there with closed eyes, remaining silent.

Soon, amidst the distortion of the void around him, the figure of Xie Lingzi stepped out, and upon manifesting, he looked at Xing Huanzi and grinned.

"Xing Huanzi, I didn't expect a day would come where you would seek our assistance."

Xing Huanzi ignored him.

Xie Lingzi raised an eyebrow but said no more, and as the void beside him blurred, Yuan Shansu arrived.

Then came Qianjun Biyi; the two of them had been unwilling to come out, but considering they might have to rely on Xing Huanzi in the future, they ultimately came.

Next was Li Mengtu, who had returned during this period.

Finally, the figure of Zhou Zhengli descended.

"Xing Huanzi, with your cultivation, how could someone merely comparable to a Sovereign manage to elude you until now?"

Xing Huanzi opened his eyes, his gaze sweeping across the crowd, and after a brief silence, he spoke hoarsely.

"Though that person's cultivation is at the Sovereign level, he himself is extremely bizarre, resembling a cultivator, a god, and an anomaly all at once, and he possesses an intent of immortality, capable of splitting into countless forms."

"During this period, I have destroyed him multiple times, but any flesh and blood he scatters outside can bring him back to life."

"Furthermore, he is exceptionally skilled at concealment."

"Even my stardust of heavenly principles has shown signs of being refined by him recently. I suspect that while this person appears to be a Sovereign, he is actually a severely wounded True God!"

"Therefore, I must trouble everyone this time; consider this as me owing each of you a favor!"

Xing Huanzi's tone was somewhat stiff; he had never begged anyone before, and this time he truly had no other option, and with time being of the essence, he had invited them all.

Hearing this, everyone showed a look of interest.

Zhou Zhengli's gaze swept across the void ahead, and he spoke with a smile.

"Easy enough. How do you need us to assist you?"

"I have already locked that thief within the universe ahead. I trouble you all to unfold your sealing methods to lock down all paths of exit. I shall refine this universe so that the thief will have no possibility of escape!"

Xing Huanzi spoke in a low tone.

Li Mengtu nodded upon hearing this, and as he raised his hand, his laws surged upward, forming a massive poisonous flower that shrouded the universe below, casting down millions of strands of mist from the laws of poison.

Xie Lingzi smiled, drawing a broken sword that instantly released a sky-blotting baleful aura, forming a barrier of severance.

Yuan Shansu and Qianjun Biyi likewise unleashed their respective laws, erupting with the might of Quasi-Immortals to form layers of blockades.

Finally, it was Zhou Zhengli; the space between his brows split open, revealing a third eye that locked onto everything.

The power of the crowd converged at this moment, generating a might that caused the universe ahead to tremble, while the nearby Xing Huanzi sat cross-legged, his hands forming incantations. Instantly, burning chains of order spread rapidly toward the universe ahead.

The refinement began!

Relying on his perception of the heavenly principles, Xing Huanzi could sense that the one who had stolen his principles was currently sinking into a state of anxious panic.

“In a few days at most, I’ll make you reveal your true form!”

Xing Huanzi gritted his teeth.

At that very moment, deep within this cosmos sealed off layer upon layer, a lone figure raced forward at breakneck speed.

More precisely—it was a head, rolling as it ran.

From time to time, motes of Heavenly Principle dust escaped its grasp, only to be hastily devoured again in an instant.

That head belonged, of course, to Er Niu.

Right now, he truly was frantic.

“What kind of cursed place is this world…? How can there be so many powerful cultivators!”

“And all I did was borrow a few things—was that really worth all this?”

“Half a month of chasing me down wasn’t enough? Killing me over and over again wasn’t enough? Now they’ve even called for reinforcements!!”

“This is too much!!”

Er Niu clenched his teeth, swallowing back the stray fragments of Heavenly Principle, his heart churning with endless turmoil.

He had a fair chance of escaping—but only if he abandoned the treasure he’d stolen.

The thought filled him with bitter resentment.

“That thing is a supreme treasure! Giving it up now would be an unbearable loss.”

Madness flickered in Er Niu’s eyes; his breath grew slightly ragged. Ever since fleeing that secret realm, he’d moved with utmost caution—especially after sensing countless formidable experts lurking in this world. He dared not interact with anyone.

This current predicament arose solely because his greed got the better of him: sensing another’s supreme treasure, he’d recklessly swallowed it whole in a moment of desperation.

“What should I do… Should I just… go all out?!”

Torn, Er Niu bit down hard, raising his hand to unleash his sealed power at any cost—when suddenly, a terrifying divine sensestormed in from beyond, sweeping through like a tempest.

Er Niu shuddered. Instantly, the brink of death loomed before him—he felt like a solitary boat tossed amid raging waves, on the verge of annihilation.

Yet in the next heartbeat, he froze. His expression twisted into profound suspicion, disbelief flooding his widened eyes.

“So familiar… Could it be… Xiao Aqing?!”

Outside the cosmos where Er Niu hid, Xing Huanzi and the others trembled as that divine sense washed over them. Zhou Zhengli’s eyes lit up brilliantly—he shot to his feet and bowed deeply toward the distant starry void.

“Welcome, Young Master!”

As his voice echoed through the stars, a figure emerged from the darkness.

Clad in a Daoist robe, long hair cascading over his shoulders, he radiated profound Daoist aura. Auspicious signs trailed in his wake; with every step, the starry sky thundered, and waves of Daoist resonance flooded the heavens.

It was Xu Qing himself.

Yet at this moment, he paid no heed to the assembled crowd. His gaze shot straight past them—to the sealed cosmos behind—and his expression turned utterly strange, brimming with incredulity.