PNB Chapter 1912 Retreat
Chapter 1912 Retreat
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The beam of light disappeared completely.
Only a thin, hair-like spatial rift remained, rapidly healing, with a faint, increasingly dim, dark golden Buddhist light emanating from its depths.
That was the ascetic monk's desperate struggle to tear through space and return.
However, the crack healed much faster than he struggled.
Three breaths later, everything returned to calm.
It was as if that grotesque boat of asceticism had never existed.
Dead silence.
On the Moonlight Shuttle, Yueyao's composure froze completely.
She stared intently at the empty void, her beautiful face devoid of any color.
The Ascetic Boat... the ultimate war weapon of the Silent Zen Temple... two Nascent Soul stage ascetics, one of whom is the withered bone venerable one whom even she has to be wary of...
That's it...gone?
Was it thrown into the mouth of the Ruins by a 70,000-year-old ancient ruin with the simplest bait, like throwing away trash?
She turned her head sharply, her gaze piercing through the void, fixed on the still silent, lifeless palace ruins, as if nothing had happened.
At that moment, she felt a bone-chilling cold for the first time.
It's not fear.
He realized that he might have underestimated Wan Chuan Sect and Ming Chuan from the very beginning.
Inside the palace ruins, in the projection of the main hall, everyone watched the entire process of the red dot representing the penitential boat completely extinguishing and disappearing from the scan map.
The deathly silence lasted for a full five breaths.
Then--
"Holy crap..."
Ah Xiong plopped down on the ground, his eyes glazed over, his lips trembling.
"Chu, Chu Huai, you...you just...sent two Nascent Soul cultivators to a banquet?"
Chu Huai did not answer.
He stared at the coordinates in the projection, which had become completely calm, the blue light of the Cangming mark between his brows flickering uncertainly.
After a long silence, he spoke softly:
"Was it like this when Senior Cangming sent away those three void beasts back then...?"
No one could answer him.
Mingchuan stepped forward and pressed down on his shoulder.
"You did the right thing." His voice was steady. "Which of those two Nascent Soul cultivators outside rushed in, more than two thousand people from our Wanchuan Sect would have died."
"This is not the time for mercy."
Chu Huai closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
When I opened my eyes again, that faint wavering had been deeply suppressed in my eyes.
"I know."
He turned to the Moonlight Shuttle projected onto the screen, still stationary, and his voice returned to its calm tone:
“Yueyao wasn’t fooled. She’s much calmer than the people at the Silent Zen Temple.”
“From now on, she won’t test the waters so easily anymore.”
Mingchuan nodded, his eyes sharp: "She will back down."
"It's not about giving up, but about going back to gather stronger forces to ensure that the next time we strike, we won't give them any chance to turn the tide."
So, our time—
He paused.
"No, not more."
"It's even less."
The Moonlit Shuttle did not leave immediately.
It hovered quietly at the edge of the ruins, its moon-white radiance almost ethereal, like a venomous snake lurking in the shadows, its pupils vertical, staring intently at the cave where its prey was hiding.
Yueyao neither ordered a pursuit nor a retreat.
She stood at the bow of the ship, motionless.
Yue Wuhen stood half a step behind her, not daring to make a sound.
He knew this fairy too well; when she was so silent, any disturbance could lead to unpredictable consequences.
Time passed by, second by second.
Inside the Moonlit Shuttle, several Dark Moon elites held their breath and suppressed their spiritual energy circulation to the lowest level, afraid of making the slightest sound.
Finally, Yueyao moved.
She withdrew her gaze from the ruins, turned her head slightly, and spoke in a calm voice devoid of any emotion:
"What did Venerable Bone-Dry Venerable say at the end?"
Yue Wuhen was taken aback, quickly recalling the last lingering thought he had captured before the Ascetic Boat was destroyed.
"The aura of the Ruins... enters but never exits..." he truthfully recounted.
"Return to the Ruins".
Yueyao savored the word, a deep sense of apprehension flashing across her eyes, but it vanished in an instant. "It seems that the mess that the Silent Zen Temple made in the Chaotic Void Sea is bigger than we anticipated."
She paused, then suddenly chuckled softly.
The laughter was soft, yet it sent a chill down Yue Wuhen's spine.
"Very well. The death of two Nascent Soul cultivators will keep them in pain for a while. It will save them from buzzing around under my nose like flies all day long."
She turned, her skirt brushing against the crystal prow of the ship, her voice as indifferent as frost:
"withdraw."
Yue Wuhen was taken aback: "Fairy, what about the Wan Chuan Sect..."
“We won’t die.” Yueyao walked into the cabin without turning her head. “If that ruin can send Venerable Kugu to a feast, it can send us to join it. If we launch a strong attack now, we’ll be a stepping stone for the Silent Zen Temple.”
"Let them live a few more days. Once I've sorted out the threads in the Sanctuary, I'll come back and slowly peel back the skin."
"Yes." Yue Wuhen dared not say more and immediately relayed the order.
Moonlight shimmered on the surface of the Moon Shuttle, and the ship slowly retreated, as silently as it had arrived.
After retreating to a sufficient distance, the shuttle suddenly accelerated, transforming into a streak of light and disappearing into the depths of the void.
She did not return to the Holy Domain Dragon Roar Temple.
Instead, it turned in another direction—
The Holy Kingdom Dynasty.
That behemoth that she had always kept at arm's length, never truly revealing her secrets, yet never completely giving up on.
“Mingchuan…”
Before the Moonlight Shuttle completely disappeared, Yueyao took one last look at the ruins hidden in the gray-blue light, her eyes as deep and unfathomable as an abyss.
How many cards do you have left in your hand?
……
The main hall of the ruins.
In the projection, the red dot representing the Moon Shuttle finally left the detection range and then disappeared completely.
Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
Ah Xiong plopped down on the crystal floor, leaning against some pillar, panting heavily, looking like a fish that had been thrown ashore and left to bask in the sun for three days.
"She's gone...she's really gone..." He wiped the sweat from his face, his voice barely audible. "Damn it, she just stood there motionless, and my heart stopped three times..."
Ye Chuhan also leaned against the pillar, her face pale, and unusually, she didn't tease Ah Xiong.
His fingers were still trembling slightly. If Yueyao had really ordered a strong attack, it was unknown how many rounds they could have held off in their current state.
Lin Ruowei silently withdrew her hand from the sword hilt, her fingertips digging into her palm, leaving several pale marks.
Mu Yaoyao closed her eyes, her purifying power slowly receding, and fine beads of cold sweat appeared on her forehead.
Chu Huai stood in front of the projection, the blue light of the Cangming mark between his brows flickering, without uttering a word.
Mingchuan remained silent.
He stared at the empty space in the projection for a long time before speaking in a low voice:
"She did not give up."
It's not a question, it's a statement.
“She’s just unsure,” Lingxu Zhenren’s voice came from outside the hall.
Everyone turned their heads and saw Master Lingxu slowly stepping into the main hall.
His face was still pale, but his breathing was much more stable than before. He had obviously taken this time to adjust his breathing and barely managed to suppress his injuries.