Legend of the Great Sage (Chapter 701-Chapter 833)

However, he had already achieved his two objectives of sending out the mirror clone. The first one was to estimate the Dragon King of Ink Sea’s speed, but the end result was he would definitely be caught before he could clean off all the ink. The second was to estimate his strength, but the end result was he would be dead once he was caught.

Right now, the situation of his original body was even worse than his clone’s. Even if he could make out how the Dragon King of Ink Sea attacked him, he probably would not even be able to withstand a single strike.

Although the distance between them right now probably could not be traversed by a mortal even if they spent their entire lives travelled, he was no different from a sitting duck with the danger he faced.

He had considered seeking refuge from the Golden Cicada Spirit King or the Great Banyan Tree King before, but their relationship was just fellow cultivators. The Golden Cicada Spirit King admired him, but he did not owe him anything. All he wanted to do was leap out of this well and anything that got in the way of his objective would be his enemy. Although the Great Banyan Tree King had gone out of his way to give him special treatment, he would not be turning his back on the neutrality he had maintained for ten millennia to endure the wrath of the Dragon King of Ink Sea for him.

When it came to fellows or fellow cultivators, that was referring to fellow cultivators on the same path. The part of “path” came before the part of “fellow cultivators”. They were only fellows when they were on the same path. If their relationship impeded their path, it would only ruin their friendship. Having been aware of this the entire time, Li Qingshan never planned on seeking refuge under anyone in the first place.

He was at the end of the road. Was this already certain death?





Chapter 702: Qingshan's Death, Phoenix's Nirvā?a | Legend of the Great Sage




No, there’s always a chance!

Li Qingshan glanced down and discovered that before he knew it, the landscape below had already become different from the Green province. The dense vegetation formed a verdant sea, covering the rising and falling land. It was filled with a primitive, wild feeling.

Huge, strange birds soared through the air lazily. Mist coiled through the dense jungle, giving off waves of daemon qi. If there were daemons bold enough to openly fly in the air and run along the ground in the Green province, the cultivators would butcher them very quickly.

Have I reached the Mist province already?

Li Qingshan had been flying in the south west direction the entire time. By now, he had already crossed over five thousand kilometers, entering the lands of the Mist province. The spiritual qi in the Ocean pearl was close to running out, and his body was utterly exhausted. The killing intent was staring him right in the face.

He flew for a while longer and suddenly saw a stream of black smoke rise into the air. His eyes narrowed, only to see mountains appear on the horizon. However, these mountains were very different in appearance. They were barren, not covered in lush vegetation, and they lacked peaks. The stream of smoke originated from one of the mountains as rivers of fire flowed out from the opening.

It’s a volcanic cluster!

Li Qingshan’s heart skipped a beat. He felt like he had experienced a flash of inspiration, but he was unable to describe specifically what this inspiration was.

His phoenix wings folded backwards, and he left the layer of atmospheric wind. He turned into a straight streak of scarlet light and threw himself towards the erupting volcano. The flowing lava scorched brilliantly. The phoenix wings became even more magnificent within the burning fire.

The Strength of the Earth began to come into effect. Strength surged into his body, and the feeling of exhaustion vanished completely. Li Qingshan was relieved, but he dared not stop at all. He passed through the magma and dove into the depths of the volcano.

Li Qingshan had experience cultivating in the magma underground. He used the powers of the Tremors of the Ox Demon ingeniously and carved out a path in the magma. The Phoenix’s Scripture of Nirvā?a greatly diminished the damage that the scorching heat and flames could cause him, and his ox hide could endure the remaining damage.

Most importantly, while the surging magma did possess the underground magnetic field, it was not as powerful as deep underground. If this were underground, he never would have been bold enough to dive deeply into the magma.

As he had expected, there was a huge chamber of magma beneath the active volcanoes. As he continued to flee through the magma, he flapped his phoenix wings and gathered the fire spiritual qi, using the flames to wash away the ink on him.

Sure enough, the ink faded much faster, but his speed as he travelled through magma was like a snail to a bird compared to travelling through the atmospheric winds. He was unable to unleash the wings of wind to their full potential, and the underground magnetic field would disturb him.

With every moment he took, the Dragon King of Ink Sea would press several hundred kilometers closer.

A while later, he reached the end of the magma. He needed to make a choice, either to stay in the magma to clean off the ink and gamble that he could clear off all the ink on him before the Dragon King of Ink Sea caught up, or return to the surface and continue to use his speed to buy time.

However, Li Qingshan understood very well that regardless of the choice he made, he could not escape the fate of the Dragon King of Ink Sea catching up to him. The latter could just let him live a little longer.

He had entered the magma because of that strange flash of inspiration, but what was the point of it? Was it only for him to waste some time for nothing? Or was it telling him to downright finish himself off quickly in the magma?

……

To the south west of the volcanic cluster, hot springs of various sizes gurgled away, rising with white steam. With a rumble, flames burst out of the hot springs, and Li Qingshan rushed into the air again. He continued off in the south west direction, flying towards deeper depths of the Mist province.

A while later, a swathe of dark clouds shot over the volcanoes, straight off into the south west direction.

The ink was being cleansed bit by bit, with only a final part remaining, but Li Qingshan showed no joy. Suddenly, he looked back, only to see a black line appear on the horizon. The black line rapidly spread and expanded. A pair of dragon eyes that were as deep as ink locked onto him from hundreds of kilometers away.

That happened when he was speeding through the sky. If he had stayed put, the black line probably would have swept through the sky in the blink of an eye.

Li Qingshan turned around and faced the front. He clenched his fists. The time to decide life or death was about to arrive!



Of course, the only thing being decided was his own life or death.

As a result, he stopped running away and dove towards the boundless earth. With a rumble, the ground shook. Countless towering trees were ripped apart and blown away, allowing the sun to illuminate his face. He stared into the distant sky with his scarlet eyes. The black clouds blotted out the sun, weighing down heavily. A dragon head the size of a mountain drooped down, staring at him.

There was no hysterical hatred. There was no gushing killing intent. He was like a god overlooking the lowly, ant-like common people.

Li Qingshan stood with his head and chest high. He stature pulled up from the ground, three meters, fifteen meters, thirty meters, sixty meters, a hundred and twenty meters!

There was no panic from reaching the end of the road. There was no fear from the arrival of death. There was only battle intent that rushed into the air.