Chapter 64: Crossing the Bridge

Qu Yi walked backward on the wind bridge while wielding his Liuhe Knife, its blade glow blocking the pursuit of the eight sect’s powerful warriors. He quickly reached the other end of the bridge and then dashed off.

Of course, if Qu Yi had drawn his Shangjin Sword on the wind bridge, the power of this mid-tier immortal weapon would have posed a great threat to those warriors. But Qu Yi still didn’t want those eleven people to die—he wanted to keep their illusions until the very end, when he would reveal his true strength.

Seeing Qu Yi run back into the passage, the eleven powerful warriors swiftly blocked the True Spirit Ice Blades flying from the wind bridge. They too quickly reached the other end and without hesitation rushed into the passage to continue chasing Qu Yi.

The passage was too narrow, restricting everyone. These cultivators at the Tribulation stage couldn’t use their speed techniques and could only run at full speed with their physical strength.

Thus, in the passage, Qu Yi ran ahead, while the powerful cultivators from the later stages of the Tribulation stage chased desperately behind him.

If the cultivators of the realm had seen this scene, they would surely be stunned. The most elite figures in the cultivation world were acting just like ordinary people, chasing after each other with their physical strength.

Qu Yi kept running at full speed, laughing as he sensed the eleven powerful warriors 200 meters behind him.

“You all are powerful cultivators in the later stages of the Tribulation, and eight of you are even sect leaders. Stop chasing me like dogs!” Qu Yi shouted.

Undoubtedly, such words deeply angered the eleven warriors.

“It’s infuriating!”
“Qu Yi, stop right now! I’ll tear you to pieces!” Tai Ming’s roar echoed through the sky, filled with rage.

As the leader of the largest sect in the cultivation world, he was now chasing someone on foot—just thinking about it made Tai Ming furious.

The other ten warriors were also extremely angry, but due to the narrow passage, they couldn’t fly to chase him and could only curse as they ran.

Qu Yi ignored them and kept running. Five more days passed.

With no slowdown in speed, these cultivators’ bodies had already become highly refined, turning into legal bodies. As long as their vital energy persisted, their bodies could remain in top condition, so they felt no fatigue.

The passage was 450,000 miles long, and in five days, Qu Yi and the others had covered it all.

Now, Qu Yi had arrived at the second wind bridge.

The wind bridge remained unchanged—without any railings, just a palm-thick slab of jade, though its length reached two kilometers.
Qu Yi hesitated not at all and jumped straight onto the wind bridge. Soon, he saw tornadoes forming on it—twenty of them at once—moving continuously and blocking his path.
“Qu Yi, inside these tornadoes, besides the primal energy of wood, there are also seductive demon souls. When you’re surrounded by them, you must not only resist that primal energy of wood but also use your spirit to ward off the influence of those demon souls,” the Divine Tool suddenly transmitted through its spiritual consciousness.
Qu Yi smiled and nodded, then confidently stepped onto the wind bridge and headed straight into the tornadoes.
There was one tornado every hundred meters. As soon as Qu Yi stepped onto the bridge, he was enveloped by one.
Instantly, he felt as if immense pressure was crushing him, threatening to flatten his body. At the same time, the swirling wind emitted a soulful aura that could arouse desires such as lust, greed, and killing instinct. If these desires were unchecked, they could drive a person’s spirit into madness, causing them to lose their true nature and become a demonic creature.
Qu Yi activated the five-element cultivation techniques within him, pushing his speed to its limit. He rushed all his vital energy through his body, using the wind pressure to refine it further. Meanwhile, his spirit focused on resisting those seductive demon souls.
The wind pressure from the tornadoes was successfully resisted by Qu Yi, and it even brought benefits—allowing his body to continue refining.
As his spirit fought against the invading demon souls, it realized that while the six-headed body and the five human heads around it struggled greatly to resist them, the central head could effortlessly overwhelm them. The demon souls, like mice facing a cat, would freeze in terror and stop attacking, only to be devoured by Qu Yi’s spirit.
In essence, these demon souls were not attacking Qu Yi but rather feeding his spirit.
Upon discovering this, Qu Yi was overjoyed. Now, he could simply focus on using the wind pressure to refine his body.
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Shortly after Qu Yi entered the wind bridge, eleven powerful warriors from eight sects also arrived at its edge. Naturally, they saw him enter the bridge and noticed that he had already stepped into the second tornado.

“These tornadoes carry a strange aura of demonic souls—be careful!” Tai Ming was the first to notice the tornadoes and immediately shouted. These were all powerful warriors in the later stages of their trials. Hearing Tai Ming’s words, they immediately sent out their spiritual senses and sensed the lustful demonic souls within the tornadoes. “Hmph, do these demonic souls really think they can stop us? We’ve gone through the Nine Nine Heavenly Tribulations. If that bastard Qu Yi could enter safely, there’s no problem for us either. Don’t hesitate—enter the Wind Bridge right away!” Ying Hua, the leader of the Ying Tian Sect, shouted. In moments, the eleven of them closely entered the Wind Bridge and thus the tornadoes. By grouping together, they shared the wind pressure, making it easy for them, but those lustful demonic souls had to fight alone. At that moment, Qu Yi was inside the second tornado and also sensed the arrival of the eleven. A smirk appeared on his lips as he drew out his Liu He Knife. He still hadn’t taken out his mid-tier immortal weapon, the Shang Jin Sword. Qu Yi swung his Liu He Knife, and a blade of light pierced through the tornado and struck directly into the first tornado. “Damn it! Qu Yi is using his Liu He Knife to attack us again!” The eleven warriors now had to resist not only the wind pressure and the demonic souls but also Qu Yi’s blade attacks, adding even more pressure. These eleven didn’t possess Qu Yi’s spiritual sense technique; they were using all their vital energy to fight against the demonic souls, leaving them no strength to deal with Qu Yi’s attacks. With no choice, they could only form a barrier of vital energy to withstand the wind pressure and blade attacks. Seeing that his Liu He Knife’s attack hadn’t had much effect, Qu Yi lost interest in teasing them and quickly accelerated, leaving the second tornado and entering the third. “Qu Yi has entered the third tornado!” Jin Xiong, with his sharp eyes, immediately called out. Naturally, upon hearing this, the eleven warriors together left the first tornado and entered the second. By then, Qu Yi realized that using the wind pressure of the tornadoes to refine his body was useless, and that devouring the demonic souls didn’t significantly enhance his power either. So he no longer wanted to get entangled with these tornadoes. Suddenly, on the Wind Bridge, Qu Yi’s figure entered one tornado, quickly exited, and rushed into the next. Before long, his figure had left the Wind Bridge and reached the other end, then ran off without looking back toward the third Wind Bridge.

The ten wind bridges and the walkways formed a “Ji” shape. After passing a section of the walkway, there was another wind bridge. The eight sects’ eleven strong warriors were shocked to see Qu Yi dart in and out of the tornadoes like a gust of wind and quickly leave the wind bridges. In addition to their shock, they also fought hard against the tornadoes. Together, the eleven of them dispersed the tornadoes and then immediately took off. Of course, after expending a great deal of their vital energy, they finally reached the other end of the wind bridges. By then, Qu Yi had already run quite far—almost two kilometers. “That bastard Qu Yi! What treasure does he have that allows him to escape the tornadoes so easily?” Cang Huang, the leader of Cangyang Valley, said despondently. Clearly, Qu Yi’s performance on the two wind bridges had dealt a heavy blow to the leaders of these sects. “Hmph! Whatever treasure he has, can’t we eleven of us not kill him? As long as we surround him, it will be the end of him. Let’s keep chasing after him!” Tai Ming shouted angrily. Soon, the eleven of them regained their spirits and continued running through the walkways to chase after Qu Yi. Another five days passed, during which they ran another 450,000 miles. Qu Yi was the first to reach the third wind bridge and entered it without hesitation. On this bridge was a layer of fierce winds—ten layers of winds that cut like knives and swords. Moreover, the winds carried an aura of withered souls, forcing one to expend a great deal of vital energy just to resist while also protecting one’s soul. Yet none of this posed a challenge to Qu Yi. He took out the Xingluo Ding and easily blocked the winds, passing through swiftly. Before the eight sects’ eleven strong warriors could catch up, Qu Yi rushed into the walkway and continued toward the fourth wind bridge. On the fourth bridge, in addition to the fierce winds, there were also thunder and lightning. The electricity amplified the strength of the winds, tearing apart space. Yet this still couldn’t stop Qu Yi, for he had the Xingluo Ding to protect his body. No one in the cultivation world could harm him. Naturally, Qu Yi easily crossed the fourth bridge and continued running through the walkway toward the fifth bridge. On the fifth bridge, there was an area of void space—entering it could mean getting lost forever. The sixth bridge had a whirlwind zone, where people might be spun around by the extreme winds and unable to escape.

The seventh wind bridge had a “Ten-Faced Extreme Wind Star Array” on its surface, a hurricane-like space where one not only had to resist strong winds but also face various illusion arrays while trying to find the right direction to exit the bridge.

The eighth wind bridge was inhabited by a group of Mahayana-stage wood-type monsters, the Wind-Scouring Yuns, totaling forty. These monsters survived by absorbing wood energy; their highest achievement in cultivation was reaching the Mahayana stage, and they could only cast the spell “Whirling Wind Wheels,” with forty such spells being unleashed simultaneously.

The ninth wind bridge also had a group of Mahayana-stage wood-type monsters, the Wind-Devouring Monkeys, numbering a hundred. Like the previous ones, they could only grow to the Mahayana stage and could only cast one wood-type spell, “Swallowing Wind and Absorbing Things,” which allowed them to swallow entire spaces into their bodies.

Qu Yi crossed these bridges quickly by relying on the Star Luo Ding and his mastery of arrays as understood by the spirit of the artifact.

The eleven powerful warriors, however, were far behind; they had only reached the sixth wind bridge at that point.

By now, Qu Yi had already arrived at the tenth wind bridge.