elf in his thoughts, connecting with the golden mark on his back. In an instant, his vision blurred, and he found himself in a secluded chamber. The chamber wasn't large, with only a table in the cent...Before dawn broke, the two set out on their journey again.

Because Lu Ye often felt the fluctuations of spiritual energy from cultivators fighting nearby, and those fluctuations were clearly very powerful.

Lu Ye's heart understood. The cultivators in the inner circle had already arrived, facing each other across a sharp divide.

A day later, guided by the Blue Morpho butterfly, Lu Ye entered a mountain valley.

The blue butterfly sitting before Lu Ye's battlefield imprint stirred its wings, and soon, a dozen or so figures swept in from one direction. These people looked like they had been through many battles, with several bearing wounds.

"Don't worry, it's one of us," Blue Feather Butterfly said hurriedly, sensing Lu Ye's nervousness.

Seeing a group of people rushing towards them, Lan Yu Die raised her hand and shouted loudly, "Are you disciples of the Beidou Sect"

A burly man with a beard also stepped forward, showing his mark to the Blue Feather Butterfly. He replied, “Indeed!”

Overall, the strength is quite good.

Lanhua Butterfly flipped over and landed on the tiger's back. She looked up at Luye, a hint of apology on her face: "I can only accompany you this far. The road ahead requires you to walk it yourself. Others will come to find you."

The day before, she had told Lu Ye to leave her behind. However, Lu Ye refused. Having no other choice, she contacted nearby allied sects, which led to the current situation.

Lu Ye was unwilling to leave her behind to escape alone. He was afraid that she might encounter some unforeseen danger. Ever since the previous battle, Lan Yu Die had become somewhat weak. If she were alone and encountered a powerful enemy, she would definitely be unable to withstand it.

Lu Ye, upon hearing her words, saw through her plan and nodded, saying, "Understood."

"Are you the Lu Ye" The man with the bushy beard looked at Lu Ye on the tiger's back.

Lú Yè nodded, meeting the gazes of a dozen or so people across from her.

Lu Ye looked at the group of people with a complicated expression. Before this, he had never seen them nor had any dealings with them. However, at this moment, they were all here for him.

They are like this, the people of Zixia Mountain are like this, and those cultivators who fight with the demons in places they do not know are also like this.

Lu Ye's mind was racing.

He suddenly realized that although he was just a cultivator of the fifth level, and had always practiced alone, he wasn't truly alone. Behind him stood his sect, Bi Xue Zong, and the behemoth known as the Hao Tian League!

Regardless of what grudges the previous generations may have had, and regardless of why they chose to place themselves in the vortex of conflict, many people died as a result.

Li Yè of the Blood-Forged Sect is now more than just his name; it's a symbol!

This symbol was enough for a group of men like ZZ Top to entrust their lives to each other after just a few simple words.

Keep living, you must keep living!

Never before has the will to survive been so strong.

Lü Yè sat on the tiger's back and bowed solemnly to the crowd below: "If I survive, I will come and have a drink with all of you fellow disciples!"

"Everyone replied, and the man with a bushy beard grinned, “We’ll be waiting for you!”

Lü Yè changed direction, leaving behind a trail of amber dust.

The sound of battle quickly reached from behind.

As Lu Ye climbed a nearby mountain peak, he turned back to look. He saw that the dozen or so members of the Beidou Sect were being besieged by numerous cultivators from Wanmo Ridge who had been pursuing them. From all directions, many more cultivators, alerted by the commotion, were converging on the scene. In just a short while, the area became a chaotic battle involving over fifty people, and the number was still increasing.

But the people from Wan Mo Ling were more numerous, encircling the members of Haotien Alliance in the middle, and their magical powers continuously flared.

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Someone roared and charged into the enemy ranks, unleashing some unknown power that exploded with a thunderous blast, leaving the enemies dazed and disoriented.

He saw the bearded man pierced by multiple blades, blood splattering everywhere, yet he did not budge.

He saw the Blue Morpho butterfly dance again among the enemy ranks, its twin blades flashing like a flurry of light.

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Lu Ye pressed down on the urge to charge forward, took a deep breath, and roared towards the sky: "Lu Ye of the Bixue Sect is here!"

The Land Wanderer is here!

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Here!

And amber roared.

Many cultivators from the Wan Mo Ridge who were rushing towards the battlefield turned their heads to look this way, just in time to see the figure of a young man riding a snow-white tiger atop the mountain peak.

As the sun sets, the silhouette of a young boy stands out.

"Lu Ye is over there!" someone shouted.

"Go kill him!"

Even monks from the nearby Wanmo Ridge heard the sound and turned their direction.

The old man with a bushy beard burst into loud laughter: "Suddenly, I feel that even if I die here, it would be a good death!"

When countless cultivators from Wanmo Ridge climbed the mountain peak, Lu Ye had already disappeared.

He's not stupid, he wouldn't just wait to die there. Shouting was mainly to relieve the pressure on Lan Yudie and the others. Otherwise, under that kind of siege, Lan Yudie and the others would be in grave danger.

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He didn't know how effective this would be. Riding on Amber's back, he looked back and saw figures rising and falling in the sky. They were cultivators who had reached the seventh level of cultivation, capable of short bursts of gliding.

He was relieved. With so many Qi Refinement Stage 7 cultivators running over, the Blue Feather Butterfly and the others were probably safe.

The pursuers behind Lu Ye could only rely on gliding to catch up, which was somewhat unrealistic. Compared to the second chase by Uncle Dong, Amber's speed had increased a bit now, and the bloodline of the scales tempered its body greatly helped her.

"However, fear begets fear. Just moments after running away, Lu Ye felt a fierce and chilling aura rapidly approaching from behind him."

He quickly turned around and saw a streak of light flying over from behind. Judging from the speed, it must be someone at the ninth level!

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