Fantasy World: I Can Travel To Cultivation World

Chapter 178 Escape

The two zombies vanished completely, leaving no trace behind.

At the same time, the light from the Soul-Fixing Divine Pearl enveloped Luis.

In that instant, Luis felt a strange energy invading his sea of consciousness, attempting to imprison it.

But then, the mysterious vortex within his sea of consciousness stirred slightly.

With just that faint tremor, the restraining force dissolved instantly, as though it had never existed.

To the outside world, it appeared as if the Soul-Fixing Divine Light had no effect on Luis.

"How is this possible?!" Sun Fu's expression twisted in disbelief.

His master had assured him that even though the Soul-Fixing Divine Pearl was a replica, it could immobilize a Golden Core cultivator for at least three breaths of time.

Luis, being merely at the Foundation Building stage, should have been frozen without resistance.

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"Was my master lying to me? Impossible!"

Sun Fu quickly shook his head. His master had no reason to deceive him.

That left only one explanation:

Luis must possess an extremely rare treasure hidden within his sea of consciousness, one capable of negating the Soul-Fixing Divine Light.

Realizing this, Sun Fu cursed his own misfortune.

"If I'd known, I would've used the Soul-Fixing Divine Light on Zhou Mubai instead!"

He had avoided targeting Zhou Mubai out of fear that Zhou might possess a treasure to protect himself. Luis, on the other hand, had seemed like an easier target.

But now, it was clear he had made a grave mistake.

Meanwhile, Zhou Mubai struck again, dispatching two more zombies with a single sword.

His cold gaze then turned to Sun Fu, whose face paled in terror. Without hesitation, Sun Fu turned and fled.

Zhou Mubai made no move to pursue him.

Instead, he raised his head to the bloody light curtain hanging ominously in the sky.

Taking a deep breath, he summoned all the magic power within his dantian.

A gleam appeared in his eyes—a sign that he was activating a spiritual pupil secret technique.

"Found it!" he muttered under his breath.

Through the haze of the blood-red barrier, Zhou Mubai pinpointed a weak spot in the light curtain.

Without wasting time, he raised his hand, and a massive green lotus materialized above him.

The lotus floated for a moment, its petals shimmering with power, before it descended upon the blood-red light curtain.

"Ka-ka-ka!"

The blue lotus petals continued to bloom, and the blood-red light curtain groaned under the immense pressure.

Cracks spread across its surface like spiderwebs, the sound of shattering growing louder with each passing moment.

"Bang!"

With a thunderous explosion, the blood-colored light curtain broke apart, leaving a massive gap in its once-imposing barrier.

Seeing this, Zhou Mubai's face lit up with joy. His eyes scanned the battlefield, and with a flash of insight, he pinpointed Luis's true location amidst the chaos.

Realizing Zhou Mubai had found Luis, Sun Mang, his eyes bloodshot with rage, charged recklessly toward the two of them.

"Roll!" Zhou Mubai roared, his voice like a blade slicing through the air.

With a single swing of his sword, a beam of light hundreds of feet long slashed toward Sun Mang.

The attack was devastating.

Sun Mang was blasted over ten miles away, tumbling like a ragdoll.

The sheer force of the strike left the once-mad Sun Mang stunned. For the first time, a flicker of fear entered his crimson eyes as he looked at Zhou Mubai.

Too powerful!

If that sword strike had been slightly stronger, it would have shattered his corpse pill—the very core of his existence.

Unlike broken limbs, which could be regenerated, a shattered corpse pill meant certain death.

"Leave!" Zhou Mubai commanded.

He didn't waste time chasing Sun Mang. Instead, he grabbed Luis, and the two of them flew toward the gap in the blood-red light curtain.

Finally, just as the curtain began to close, Zhou Mubai and Luis slipped through the opening and escaped.

Outside the formation, Luis turned to look at Zhou Mubai and noticed his pale face, drained of all color.

It was clear that the powerful techniques Zhou Mubai had unleashed came at a great cost.

It wasn't surprising.

First, he had slaughtered countless zombies with his sword. Then, he broke through the Ten Thousand Corpses Blood Evil Formation, a feat said to be impossible even for Golden Core cultivators.

And before leaving, he delivered a devastating blow to Sun Mang, a being who had nearly achieved the Half-Step Golden Core stage.

After this outburst, even with Zhou Mubai's cultivation level, his magic power was nearly depleted.

To make matters worse, the Ten Thousand Corpses Blood Evil Formation constantly drained both their true essence and magic power.

"Brother Zhou, are you okay?" Luis asked, concern evident in his voice.

Zhou Mubai shook his head, a faint smile of relief crossing his face. "I'm fine, thanks to you. If I hadn't brought you along this time, I might not have made it out alive."

He paused, his expression darkening as he recalled the battle.

"The situation earlier… Even an early Golden Core cultivator might have fallen to the Sun brothers. Inside the Ten Thousand Corpses Blood Evil Formation, as long as you can't kill them instantly, they recover almost immediately using the power of the blood evil. It's as if they're immortal."

He sighed heavily.

"With the support of those zombies and the array weakening the strength of human cultivators, they might actually be able to grind an early Golden Core cultivator to death. If I had been alone, my chances of survival would have been less than thirty percent."

Zhou Mubai looked at Luis, his expression softening.

"Fortunately, you distracted the one of the brother for me. Without that, we would've faced near-certain death. This was the closest I've ever come to disaster."

He shook his head grimly.

"In the cultivation world, countless powerful cultivators have been trapped by formations like this—worn down and killed by groups of weaker enemies. I never imagined I'd find myself in such a predicament."

Meanwhile, on a small island near Lotus Island, Zhao Yuanhuan was pacing anxiously. He knew there was nothing he could do to help and could only wait for news of Zhou Mubai.

The current situation was clearly beyond his abilities.

Just then, a streak of light appeared on the horizon, rapidly approaching.

Before Zhao Yuanhuan could react, a wave of dizziness overwhelmed him.

The last word he heard before losing awareness was, "Go."

When he regained his senses, he realized he was already standing on Zhou Mubai's flying sword. The two of them were soaring through the skies, thousands of miles away from danger.

Zhou Mubai finally exhaled deeply, a sign of relief breaking through his tense demeanor.

"Senior Zhou," Zhao Yuanhuan began, his voice urgent, "what is the situation within my clan?"

Hearing this, both Zhou Mubai and Luis fell silent, their expressions dimming with sorrow.

Zhou Mubai placed a hand on Zhao Yuanhuan's frail shoulder and said solemnly, "Friend Zhao, please accept my condolences."

Zhao Yuanhuan's body stiffened as if struck by a heavy blow. His voice trembled with desperation. "Senior Zhou, what do you mean by 'condolences'? Are all the cultivators of my Zhao family…"

Nearby, Luis spoke softly, yet his tone carried the weight of the tragedy. "It's not just the Zhao family cultivators. Even the ordinary members of your clan…"

"No!"

The word tore from Zhao Yuanhuan's throat, raw and anguished. His body convulsed, and he spat out a mouthful of blood. Despair filled his eyes, and his face turned ashen.

He was the last surviving member of the Zhao family.

A once-thriving clan of millions had been annihilated in a single day.

Seeing Zhao Yuanhuan collapse into despair, neither Zhou Mubai nor Luis knew how to console him.

Or perhaps, they realized, no words could offer comfort to a man whose entire family—his entire world—had been destroyed.

For Zhao Yuanhuan, the only solace would have been vengeance: to hunt down and destroy the murderers of his clan. But cruelly, he lacked the strength to do so.

At this moment, Zhao Yuanhuan's will to live crumbled.

His eyes grew increasingly lifeless, the spark of hope extinguished.

By the time they arrived at Lingbei Island, Zhao Yuanhuan sat rigidly on Zhou Mubai's flying sword, unmoving.

Luis leaned closer, his voice tentative. "Daoist Zhao?"

Zhou Mubai shook his head. "He's gone."

Luis stared in disbelief. "Dead?"

"Not from exhaustion," Zhou Mubai said grimly. "From despair."

Luis's thoughts drifted to the mountain basin filled with corpses. A surge of uncontrollable anger burned within him.

Kneeling in front of Zhao Yuanhuan's lifeless body, Luis whispered with quiet determination, "Friend Zhao, rest assured. We will avenge your Zhao family."

Behind him, Zhou Mubai remained silent, lost in thought, his expression unreadable.

After flying for some time, they finally reached Limbe Island—the land of the Zhou family.

This was Luis's first time stepping into the Zhou family's territory.

He had always heard that the Zhou family's domain was like an immortal paradise, a perfect haven for spiritual practice.

But seeing it in person today, he realized it was even more breathtaking than the rumors had described.