Chaotic Sword God

The path of time was like a long river, illusionary and hazy, hanging in the middle of the air and leading to the past and the future.

The Point Cloud Venerable walked on the river of time. All the events in the world and all the changes that had occurred to the world were like a book with flipping pages, constantly appearing in his head.

That obviously included the Chaotic Prime with the bamboo hat who had captured Shui Yunlan.

The Chaotic Prime had concealed all of his presence, erased all of his traces and was even covered up by the Grand Prime behind him, such that even an expert like ancestor Lan was unable to find anything.

However, while their various methods to erase their traces could render most Grand Primes powerless, they could not deceive the Point Cloud Venerable.

In terms of strength, cultivation, and comprehension, the Point Cloud Venerable was obviously nowhere close to ancestor Lan. However, when it came to peering into the past, the Point Cloud Venerable who grasped the Laws of Time and the Laws of Space obviously possessed a natural advantage.

Large snowflakes floated through the air while ancestor Lan hovered in the windy snow silently, quiet and composed. Jian Chen stood behind ancestor Lan. He was extremely calm on the surface, but he was completely unsettled inside. He had no idea whether the Point Cloud Venerable could find the expert with the bamboo hat.

“I’ve found it. Ancestor Lan, I’ll project it through my abilities.” Very soon, the Point Cloud Venerable spoke up. When his words reached Jian Chen’s ears, it was like the most beautiful sound in the world. His heart in his throat immediately settled down, and he was overcome with excitement.

In the next moment, the river of time suddenly expanded, immediately enveloping Jian Chen and ancestor Lan. In Jian Chen’s eyes, the world of wind and snow he resided in immediately became illusionary.

The sky was still the same sky and the landscape was still the same landscape. The only difference was the world presented before Jian Chen was the long-gone past.

The world he currently saw was the world of the past. The period he currently resided in was also the past.

Suddenly, Jian Chen’s eyes narrowed. He saw an old man with a bamboo hat fly out of the Ice Goddess Hall, moving extremely quickly. With a flash, he vanished, leaving no presence behind and producing no pulses of energy, as if he did not exist at all.

However, Jian Chen managed to see the direction in which the old man had travelled off into this time.

Afterwards, the projection rapidly moved back in time. Under the Point Cloud Venerable’s control, they remained right behind the old man, following his tracks.

Finally, the projection stopped before a mountain range enveloped by icy mist before gradually blurring and vanishing.

Immediately, the surroundings cleared up again. Jian Chen had left the long-gone past and returned to the present.

“The Hefeng clan!” Ancestor Lan murmured. Her eyes shone with blue light, which was chilling.

The Point Cloud Venerable turned around and looked at ancestor Lan in a pained manner. He said, “Ancestor Lan, the person you want me to look for has a background that ties into too many things. My measly Point Cloud sect cannot withstand the great, turbulent waves of the Ice Pole Plane, so this is all I can help you with.”

Ancestor Lan clasped her fist and said, “I’ve troubled you, Point Cloud Venerable. Please leave behind the materials. Once the pills are complete, I will send someone to contact you to retrieve them.”

The Point Cloud Venerable immediately beamed with joy after he heard that. However, he soon recalled something and smiled awkwardly. “Umm, ancestor Lan, could you postpone my pills a little? Originally, I had gathered the various God Tier materials for the pills already, but due to a recent accident, all the materials I gathered arduously over many years were completely destroyed, so I need some time to gather them again.”

Ancestor Lan agreed to the Point Cloud Venerable’s request happily. Afterwards, she bade farewell to the Point Cloud Venerable and returned to the Heavenly Crane clan with Jian Chen.

The Point Cloud Venerable did not stick around either. He immediately left the Ice Pole Plane.

In the outer space beyond the Ice Pole Plane, the Point Cloud Venerabel’s figure appeared. He frowned slightly as he stared at the colossal piece of land hovering before him. He murmured, “Why do I find the person beside ancestor Lan familiar?”

“Should I peer into it?”

“Whatever. He’s a Chaotic Prime at most. Someone like that is not worthy of so much attention. Though, the person that ancestor Lan wants me to find is tied to a lot of karma and danger. He went to the Hefeng clan, so perhaps he has a connection with the Hefeng clan, while behind the Hefeng clan is the Flame Reverend.”

“Now, even the Empyrean Demon Cult has been sucked into this battle.”

“Sigh, I definitely cannot become involved with the great mess that the Ice Pole Plane is. I wonder if I’ve sown any seeds of misfortune for the Point Cloud sect by coming to the Ice Pole Plane this time.”

“You want to leave the Heavenly Crane clan?” On the Soaring Snow peak, within the alchemy room, ancestor Lan said calmly as she faced the alchemy cauldron.

“I need to pay a visit to the Hefeng clan to save my friend.” Jian Chen gazed at ancestor Lan in determination.

“You should know who stands behind the Hefeng clan, so our Heavenly Crane clan definitely won’t assist you with anything to do with the Hefeng clan,” said ancestor Lan.

“I obviously understand. I’m already overcome with gratitude with how ancestor Lan could get the Point Cloud Venerable to look into the matter for me. I will deal with the Hefeng clan myself.” Jian Chen clasped his fist.

Very soon, Jian Chen left the Heavenly Crane clan. Soon after he had left, ancestor Lan stared in the direction of the Hefeng clan as she sat before the alchemy cauldron and murmured, “The Hefeng clan no longer has any Grand Primes. Just who might the person who obscured the heavenly secret and erased the traces be?”

In a medium-sized city on the Ice Pole Plane, the great elder of the Moon God Hall, Yun Wufeng, sat alone in a restaurant. He ordered a few small dishes and a few jars of fine alcohol, drinking away heartily as he dazed off by a window, gazing at the bustling people on the streets. He gave off a deep sense of loneliness and solitude.

At this moment, the space in the empty seat before Yun Wufeng pulsed, and Jian Chen silently appeared there, still disguised as the sixth elder.

“Have you found the person you were looking for?” Yun Wufeng asked.

Jian Chen nodded. He stared at Yun Wufeng sternly and asked, “Senior Yun, are you afraid of offending the Flame Reverend?”

Yun Wufeng glanced at Jian Chen deeply and said, “If I were afraid of offending the Flame Reverend, I wouldn’t have been locked up in the Burial Moon Cavern by Nan Potian, nor would I have dealt with Yue Wuguang and the others. The Flame Reverend is terrifyingly powerful. There is no one who isn’t afraid of him on the Ice Pole Plane, but that doesn’t mean everyone is afraid of dying.”

After a slight pause, Yun Wufeng continued, “You were the one who saved my miserable life. If you need me to do anything, just say so.”