Chapter 515 Speculation

Lu Ye didn’t know they were already aware of An Yun’s death.

But he didn’t rush to find the An Clan members either.

They were all in the core zone—infiltrating them wasn’t that easy.

If he barged into the An Clan now, they weren’t idiots—any slip from An Yun’s usual habits would give him away instantly.

Lu Ye’s plan was to first mingle with other An Clan roamers as An Yun, getting the lay of the land, before assuming another person’s identity to join the An Clan’s ranks.

Did the An Clan’s main forces even know An Yun was dead?

The First Heaven used soul lamps and life tablets—no way the Seventh Heaven’s An Clan didn’t have their own version.

His Nine Tribulations Indestructible Physique was still stuck at the seventh tribulation.

If he underwent a tribulation, he could reach the eighth tribulation. But judging by the current rate of his physical enhancement, it seemed he might complete the seventh tribulation’s cultivation without undergoing one, breaking through to the eighth tribulation.

Lu Ye had slain many zombies.

He’d wiped out nearly every zombie for a million miles.

His body was over three times tougher than when he’d first stepped into the Ancient Land of Celestial Zombies.

Now, he started pushing deeper in.

"Nine Lives, we’ve got another Great Dao Realm An Clan member!"

An Yuaner called out.

Lu Ye inquired about the location. He was no longer disguised as An Yun but had taken on a third identity.

Starting from the previous identity, Lu Ye had refrained from killing, instead sealing them layer by layer.

He stashed them deep underground where nobody’d ever dig them up.

Time to worm his way into the An Clan’s inner circle. By now, he had a solid handle on the An Clan’s members, and An Wuxing was even an acquaintance.

Lu Ye headed for the Great Dao Realm target An Yuaner had spotted.

Soon, the guy was right in front of him.

"Huh?" Lu Ye blinked.

He actually recognized this An Clan member.

This guy was one of An Li’s older brothers. Back in his past life, Lu Ye had tagged along with An Li to the An Clan once, and this person had been among those who received them.

The name rang a bell—An Jian.

Last time, he’d been an Emperor Realm big shot—now he was still stuck in the Great Dao Realm.

Talk about luck.

If he posed as An Li’s brother, could he swing it to see her?

Is there a chance to kill An Li?

The permanent kind.

Moreover, she's a true genius, belonging to the younger generation, and has already stepped into the Great Dao Realm. Her status within the Dark Clan must be even higher.

Lu Ye's thoughts raced, and without hesitation, he threw a punch.

An Li's expression changed drastically.

He sensed an overwhelming sense of danger and instantly activated his Great Dao, summoning a massive, heavy blade that slashed toward Lu Ye with terrifying force.

Lu Ye remained unfazed, meeting the blade's light with his fist, shattering it effortlessly.

His fist crushed the heavy blade and struck An Li squarely in the chest.

"Pfft!"

An Li was sent hurtling backward, blood gushing like a fountain from his mouth.

Lu Ye was on him in a flash and delivered another punch.

With his enhanced physique, facing a Great Dao Realm opponent had become practically effortless. A full-force punch could kill outright, while half-strength would leave them a wreck.

One more punch would flat-out knock the opponent powerless.

"Boom!"

An Li's eyes nearly popped out, his mouth gaping as he let out a guttural scream.

The terrifying force of the punch surged into An Li's body like a wrecking ball, shattering his Nascent Soul instantly and pulverizing his body from within.

Lu Ye swiftly formed hand signs, casting one sealing technique after another, each merging into An Li's body.

An Li's eyes went wide with horror.

Why? Why was this happening?

He was a once-in-a-generation talent, a top-tier existence with the potential to reach Emperor status in the future. Yet today, he was about to perish in this Celestial Corpse Ancient Grounds.

What grudge did this man hold against the Dark Clan?

Disguising himself as a Dark Clan member only to turn against them.

He couldn't believe this was happening!

But throughout history, countless geniuses had met their ends unwillingly.

When strength was insufficient, unwillingness was utterly meaningless.

Countless sealing techniques intertwined, eventually forming a Heaven-locking technique like some cosmic spiderweb, completely sealing An Li away.

The name of this technique probably couldn't even be mentioned in front of Shen Xitong and Little Providence, because if it were, the two would undoubtedly pester him endlessly: "How's it work? Show us!"

With An Li thoroughly sealed, Lu Ye scooped out a crater in the ground, set up concealment formations around it, and then covered it with law-imbued earth.

Lu Ye's face had transformed into An Jian's appearance.

Now, it was time to meet the people of the Dark Clan.

The Mask of Deception worked perfectly, allowing him to perfectly mimic another person.

Even a Quasi-Emperor wouldn’t detect it without close inspection.

Of course, even as a disguised member of the Dark Clan, his performance had to be convincing.

"System, get ready!"

"*Ding!* Don’t worry, Host!"

In his previous life, Lu Ye had interacted with An Jian and had some understanding of his personality.

His figure flew toward the core area.

Chaos raged across the battlefield!

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The deeper he went, the more intense the fighting grew.

Emperors and Quasi-Emperors clashed.

The shockwaves made Lu Ye acutely aware of his current weakness.

But, one step at a time.

With An Yuaner’s guidance, Lu Ye soon located the main forces of the Dark Clan.

At their head stood a familiar figure: An Wuxing.

Good—that helped!

Lu Ye took a deep breath, steeled himself, and flew toward the Dark Clan.

"An Jian, why are you back again?" someone asked.

"The perimeter’s crawling with enemies now. No point sticking around, so I decided to return," Lu Ye explained.

"Then stay with us. Right now, Elder Wuxing is attacking Tiandu City—a prime target. Later, you can stick with us for the sweep!"

"Alright!"

Lu Ye observed the battle ahead.

Quasi-Emperors dueling, Emperor against Emperor.

The white mist churned violently, growing denser, keeping the battlefield from tearing apart.

To Lu Ye’s eyes, blasts of light lit up the void, colliding endlessly. Each impact ripped through reality itself, constantly absorbing the terrifying forces unleashed.

Lesser Dark Clan members gaped.

The power of Quasi-Emperors and Emperors was simply equal parts terrifying and intoxicating.

An Li was nowhere to be seen in the Celestial Corpse Ancient Land.

Lu Ye felt a pang of regret.

Looks like killing An Li isn't an option.

Since An Li couldn’t be killed, Lu Ye’s interest in disguising as a member of the Dark Clan took a nosedive.

But now that he was here, he might as well listen to what the Dark Clan members were discussing.

Perhaps he could uncover some useful clues about the eighth poison and deal with it beforehand.

His intuition told him that the eighth poison wasn't anything like the others.

It might even reach the level of a Sage.