After dozens of consecutive Great Teleports, Ian Song finally escaped from Wildlands City. The laws of the Immortal World were simply too strong—each teleport covered only a short distance.
Fortunately, Warren Lonely was confident enough not to activate the city-protecting grand array. Otherwise, escaping Wildlands City so easily would have been impossible.
"Wah!"
A mouthful of fresh blood spurted from Ian Song's lips, making his face even paler. His injuries were severe—his body was on the verge of collapse, and the two strands of Law power were still rampaging inside him. If he couldn't suppress them soon, his body would eventually break down completely.
He cast Radiance of Life twice in succession, easing his internal injuries a little, and then continued teleporting into the distance.
He'd barely disappeared for two breaths before Warren Lonely's figure appeared close behind. Seeing the pool of fresh blood on the ground, Warren smiled—his full-powered palm strike hadn't killed Ian on the spot, which was already impressive.
Still, he was sure that even if the kid wasn't dead yet, he wouldn't last long. After all, Warren's Law power wasn't so easily dispelled.
So, instead of rushing to catch up, Warren calmly tracked Ian's aura. In his view, within half a quarter hour, Ian would most likely be too exhausted to keep running.
At the same time, Warren felt a twinge of regret—such talent, and yet only an ascended Immortal. If Ian were a native, Warren would definitely recommend him to join Infinity Sect.
Even though Ian kept using Great Teleport, he could still sense Warren Lonely trailing behind him.
"No, I can't keep running around blindly like this! I need to find a place and, while the energy from the Ninth Transformation of Nine Stellar Transformations hasn't faded, drive out those two rampaging strands of Law power from my body as soon as possible!"
Those two strands of Law power were extremely strong—he couldn't erase them with his own strength yet, so the only option was to force them out.
After a few more Great Teleports, Ian felt his injuries worsening. He cast Radiance of Life twice on himself, then dove headfirst into a nearby river.
With a thought, he entered the Divine Temple.
Soon, Warren Lonely arrived, unleashing his vast divine sense to cover hundreds of li of river. He frowned slightly—he couldn't sense Ian Song anywhere within his range.
Could he really have just vanished into thin air?
Warren searched two more times, but still couldn't find any trace of Ian Song, which made him increasingly annoyed.
So, with a thought, a purple lotus of flame suddenly appeared in the void before him.
This Law-Flame Lotus was a Law-Grade Heavenfire condensed from Fire Law. Even a Golden Immortal who touched a trace of it would be burned to ash.
"Go!"
With a casual wave of his hand, Warren sent the Law-Flame Lotus flying into the river.
Instantly, a two-hundred-li stretch of river began to boil. Steam billowed upward, and in barely a dozen breaths, the water over those two hundred li was completely burned dry.
The dried-up riverbed was exposed. As for the water on both sides, it was held back by an invisible force, unable to flow into the dried section.
"Still nothing?"
Warren Lonely frowned even deeper, withdrew his divine sense, and burned another several hundred li of river upstream. Finding no trace of Ian Song, he burned several hundred li downstream as well.
With the temperature of Law-Grade Heavenfire, even someone hiding inside a cave-heaven Immortal Artifact shouldn't be able to stay concealed. Yet Warren still found nothing.
For a moment, his expression grew extremely grim—he even wondered if Ian Song had already escaped.
But instinctively, he felt Ian was still somewhere in the dried riverbed and hadn't left.
Inside the Divine Temple.
Ian Song gazed at the two strands of power floating before him, a chill flashing through his eyes. Now that those two strands of Law power had stopped wreaking havoc, his internal injuries were healing rapidly.
These two strands of Law power—one was Destruction Law, the other Fire Law.
Both were extremely aggressive and destructive.
There were thousands, even tens of thousands, of Laws in the world, but the most mainstream ones always came down to earth, wind, water, fire, and yin-yang—the five elements.
With a thought, Ian used the Divine Temple's power to wrap up the two strands of Law, trying to comprehend them. But he quickly gave up—these were mid-stage Profound Immortal Law powers, far beyond his realm. Rather than trying to grasp them, he decided it was better to study the Laws of Heaven and Earth outside.
After staying in the Divine Temple for a month, Ian's injuries were fully healed.
So he asked, "Old Spirit, is Warren Lonely still outside?"
He had to be cautious—the power of Nine Stellar Transformations had faded. If Warren Lonely tried to capture him at full strength, Ian wouldn't stand a chance.
"No!"
The Temple Spirit replied.
"Then can I just teleport straight out?" Ian asked again.
"Then teleport ten thousand li away!"
"Alright!"
Outside, Warren Lonely was sitting cross-legged by the river. Suddenly, his eyes narrowed and he struck out with full force, grabbing at a patch of void above the dried riverbed.
Bang!
That patch of void was instantly shattered by his grab, but he caught nothing.
"Damn it!"
Warren Lonely was extremely annoyed, but soon also astonished—his full-powered grab would have caught any ordinary Profound Immortal, yet Ian still escaped. This proved Ian's cave-heaven Immortal Artifact was truly formidable.
"I never imagined an ascended Immortal like this would appear. No, I must eliminate him as soon as possible. If he grows stronger, he will surely threaten our native Immortal clans!"
Thinking this through, Warren decided to return to Infinity Sect immediately and report the matter, urging all forces in Golden Lily Blessed Land to hunt Ian together.
Ten thousand li away.
Ian emerged from the Divine Temple, summoned up his mental map of the Immortal World, and headed toward another Blessed Land adjacent to Golden Lily.
Warren Lonely definitely wouldn't let things rest. With a father who was a Profound Immortal elder, he could easily mobilize Infinity Sect's strength. If they acted, any city could become a trap for Ian. Golden Lily Blessed Land was no longer safe.
He had to leave before Infinity Sect launched a full-scale search, or escaping would be nearly impossible—unless he hid in the Divine Temple forever.
Unless he spent his whole life hiding inside the Divine Temple.
Ding! Task Three: Establish your own power. Requirement one: possess at least ten Profound Immortal subordinates. Requirement two: within fifty years, you must own your own city and keep it from falling for three consecutive years. Success reward: one Artifact-grade treasure. Failure penalty: drop two major realms!
Hearing the System's issued mission, Ian secretly drew a sharp breath.
Given the native Immortal clans' attitude toward ascenders, if an ascended Immortal built a city, all sides would attack immediately.
Keeping a city for three years would be extremely difficult.
Fortunately, the System gave him fifty years. As long as he reached Ancestral Immortal within that time, he should be able to defend a city.