Section Seven: Return to Seek Vengeance Only After You Have Offspring

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“My name is Cloudless!”

“Senior Cloudless, as I depart to face tribulation, I can never repay the kindness you have shown me. With this token in your hand, my Novelty Family will accomplish three tasks for you! Whatever can be done, we will risk life and limb without a second thought!”

As the tribulation clouds gathered, Novelty hurried to retrieve his mother’s frozen remains, and after tossing the token, he vanished instantly.

“Er Gou Dan…”

Cloudless reached out his hand, as if grasping at nothing.

“You have all witnessed it. I have ties with the Novelty Family of the Multispace Chamber of Commerce. Considering that I too bear enmity toward Saint Tyrant, you’d best leave now!”

The eight sects from the Luoshui Realm, led by Jin San Dao of the Golden Blade Sect and the Grand Elder of Phoenix Fire Gate, withdrew at once. Outside, the forces of Silent Fortress still hesitated.

Not only them—Yan Denglie’s expression was grim, full of a resolve to face death, muttering, “Even if defeated, vengeance must be sought!”

Everyone from Sword Mountain Sect now turned their gaze to Cloudless. The strongest had already left; could Yan Denglie be handled?

Cloudless truly couldn’t handle it. Not just Yan Denglie—even the Lord of Silent Fortress was beyond him.

What now?

That the Novelty elder was persuaded to depart was due to Cloudless having witnessed his birth omen when he first dozed in this space, and thus knowing some original secrets. But after being trapped and sleeping, what backup plans remained?

Just as Cloudless stood bewildered, the Lord of Silent Fortress, wielding the Mystic Dragon Bone Harp, launched a desperate assault. The attack was clearly fueled by burning cultivation, burning life itself!

“Damn!” Cloudless cursed inwardly, hiding behind Yue Luo Hua.

Among the eight peak masters, five had yet to strike, wavering before but now attacking in earnest.

Together with Qian Jianji and the two who had been captured while fleeing, they all joined in attacking the Lord of Silent Fortress.

Their voices were unanimous: “Yan Denglie is left to Senior Cloudless!”

Watching Cloudless hiding behind him, Yue Luo Hua felt bitter inside; even if he blocked with suicidal effort, he would only last until the second strike.

Suddenly, he stepped forward and bowed to Cloudless, calmly saying, “Am I unnecessary here? Should I leave as well?”

Yue Luo Hua dared contradict even his stern master, let alone Cloudless.

Thinking of his fiancée whom he had pursued for over two thousand years…

Without waiting for Cloudless’s consent, he flew away with a single sword stroke.

Yan Denglie pressed forward step by step, as if facing a mortal foe. Cloudless, helpless, called out, “I too bear hatred toward Saint Tyrant. We are on the same side—friends!”

Power descended, and just as Yan Denglie was about to unleash his deadliest strike, his strongest spell, Cloudless said reluctantly, “Saint Tyrant is not dead; he has escaped this space. You will never have your revenge.”

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“If killing us would ease your pain, then come. I will disperse my strength and will not resist!”

Before the words were finished, Cloudless was already stuffed into a cloth bag by Yan Denglie.

This treasure was his most powerful artifact—if it could capture someone, then outside, he could unleash one hundred and eight spells, making life within unbearable.

In a flash, Cloudless had no time to react and was inside.

“No matter your connection to Saint Tyrant, you must die. Everything of his sect, every blade of grass and tree, must die!” Yan Denglie’s temperament shifted suddenly, memories of the massacre flooding back—his kin who perished attacking Saint Tyrant vivid in his mind.

At that critical moment, worldly force surged toward Cloudless, instantly elevating him to the Qi Gathering stage.

It happened as the Lord of Silent Fortress perished; the Heavenly Dao attributed the achievement to Cloudless, granting him something from nothing.

What could one do at the Qi Gathering stage?

Here, the Qi Gathering stage was mere trash!

Especially within this spatial bag, which was a fine treasure for refining exotic beasts, and even more formidable when used on people.

Suddenly, waves of true fire assaulted—this was Samadhi True Fire, unique to cultivators, its extreme heat a mark of power.

Just as Cloudless was about to be reduced to ashes, everything changed.

The fire, yet to reach him, was drawn by more than a dozen Qi Gathering spells, circling within the bag, unable to harm him.

It even threatened to burn a corner of the bag.

Yan Denglie seemed to have anticipated this outcome, preparing instead to grind with wind and sand.

This sand was no ordinary sand, but metallic grains from pulverized meteorites, with exceptional hardness.

The stones were heavy stones, each palm-sized piece weighing hundreds of pounds, their power immense.

Yet the wind and stone swept by in an orderly manner, as if Cloudless was one of them.

Failing, he switched tactics—the corrosive liquid surged fiercely toward Cloudless.

But a shield appeared around Cloudless—it was the Water Repelling Spell. No water could invade.

One spell after another was wielded by Cloudless in Qi Gathering, executed with miraculous skill.

Because for him, Qi was inexhaustible, unlike any cultivator.

His Qi Gathering was granted by Heaven, and as long as Heaven willed it, his Qi continued endlessly.

“Thirty-six Qi Gathering spells fused into one? Fascinating, fascinating.” Yan Denglie could only regard Cloudless’s display with cruel awe.

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Could this mysterious figure be conveying that his very existence at Qi Gathering was a mistake?

Just as Yan Denglie gritted his teeth and summoned thunder to strike Cloudless, an anomaly occurred.

The lightning within the bag drew a remnant of the Divine Thunder from the earth, blasting the bag apart on the spot!

Losing his life-bound artifact, Yan Denglie was heartbroken, spitting blood but refusing to retreat.

He stared at Cloudless, now revealed amidst the thunder, listening to him mutter, “Damn, lucky to have a trace of magic power to draw the Divine Thunder, or I’d be dead. This chaotic thunder really is unreliable.”

Cloudless’s face was covered in ash, like charcoal, startling Yan Denglie even more.

“This remnant of Divine Thunder—even I cannot withstand it!” he said, looking at the ground and at Cloudless flying with wind, declaring, “Kill or torture me as you wish, but I will fight until my last drop of blood!”

Yan Denglie was about to emulate the fallen Lord of Silent Fortress, burning his life for a desperate strike when Cloudless said, “Stop. I have only one question for you.”

“Please ask.”

“Do you have any descendants?”

“My cultivation method forbids descendants; if I break my vital energy, all my efforts will be wasted.”

“I have a way; cultivation and descendants can be separate.”

“I…” Yan Denglie was embarrassed; it was the flaw of his method, and now, with the Lord of Silent Fortress dying for vengeance, he could not break his word.

“I will modify your cultivation method for you. Once you have descendants, return. Even if you cannot avenge your clan, at least you will have sons, grandsons, great-grandsons. One day, your wish will be fulfilled.” Cloudless, nervous as he saw Yan Denglie still hesitating, added, “I am sworn enemies with Saint Tyrant too, rest assured. I will now tell you where he fled.”

Whether true or false, Yan Denglie hesitated and stayed his hand. At this moment, Cloudless called out to Yue Luo Hua, who was preparing to escape, “Little Luo, your wedding is tomorrow. You’re not young anymore; it’s time to start a family and give your ancestors an account!”

Hearing this, Yan Denglie was moved by the sudden offer to modify his method—especially that phrase about giving the ancestors an account.

“Senior Cloudless, this vengeance…”

“Don’t worry; once you have descendants, you can continue to die for revenge. Long live understanding.”

In a miraculous turn, Cloudless sent Yan Denglie off, cursing Yue Luo Hua as he lost his support in midair and plummeted straight down.

Heaven and earth spun—Cloudless, reborn in flesh and blood, had reached his limit.

And this was the body and bones tampered with by Saint Tyrant!