Transmigrating over ten thousand years late, I was forced to become a mighty presence

Chapter 211: Chapter 111 The Name of Falling Cloud_3

“No matter who you are, if you commit a crime for selfish personal gain, or violate the rules in any way, there will be no mercy!”

The moment his words fell, a large section of the river froze, a massive iceberg rose from the midst of the river, standing opposite to the large platform on the river surface.

Atop the iceberg, the ancient Daoist text formed the words “Falling Clouds”, etched on the peak, reminiscent of a large eye staring out, overseeing the entire Dao competition.

“Falling Clouds?”

“The Falling Clouds Sect? Why have I never heard of this name before?”

“Despite the 10 Great Grotto Heavens, 36 Little Grotto Heavens, or the 72 Blessed Lands, none are called Falling Clouds. Could it be some lost Dao lineage?”

“If we were talking about ten thousand years ago, there might have been a possibility for a singular lineage like that of the Ghost Valley to be lost. But it’s been ten thousand years since the Great Schism, lineages without the grotto heavens sacred ground have long ceased.”

“I seem to have heard the name ‘Falling Clouds’ somewhere.”

Suddenly, a young man in the middle stage of Qi Transformation inside the Primal Chaos Tower exclaimed:

“Yes, that’s it! Falling Clouds was the unknown expert who appeared on the Daoist forum, solved several dilemmas that had plagued the world for a millennium, and then disappeared without a trace!”

“I remember now, Sunn Lanyu has been searching for Falling Clouds, even daring to force his way into the headquarters of the Imperial Astronomical Bureau.”

“Sunn Lanyu believed that Falling Clouds knew the whereabouts of the River Ji Dragon Seal. His aggressive bidding in the Daoist forum was seemingly for this matter.”

“So is the ‘Falling Clouds’ from the Daoist forum this revered woman on the platform, or is there someone else?”

Debate buzzed around, but on the lightly rippling river surface, Sunn Lanyu was already dumbstruck.

His face turned beet red in an instant, glaring furiously at the word “Falling Clouds” formed by Gong Buyu’s conjured gigantic iceberg.

“Falling Clouds!”

“Falling Clouds!”

“It’s always Falling Clouds!”

Sunn Lanyu was at a loss as to how to describe his feelings at the moment.

In spite of all the hardships he had endured, the prestige of River Ji Dragon Palace was used to force his way into the Primal Chaos Tower to find Falling Clouds, yet in the end, the person he was looking for was right in front of his eyes.

Only when he fought tooth and nail to come face-to-face with them did he sadly realize that he could be ‘crushed like an ant’ by them simply using a finger.

The hatred, frustration, and regret in his heart finally turned into absolute despair at this moment.

A sharp, glass-cracking sound came from Sunn Lanyu’s body. The intense emotional trauma, coupled with the aftershock of the previous battle, created cracks in his already unstable Dantian and meridians.

A large amount of mana was rapidly draining at this moment, and his injured body was barely even able to maintain flight above the water surface.

“I must not die! I have to tell River Ji Dragon Palace, tell them that Falling Clouds is here!”

However, the draining mana could barely support his flight; the broken meridians also made him lose control of his body, and Sunn Lanyu miserably fell into the water.

Beneath the water surface, members of the Aquatic Tribe panicked and fled in disarray at the sight of a distraught Sunn Lanyu, who, in an angry and daunting expression, tried to issue commands to these weak and lowly aquatic creatures.

“Quickly, take me to the Dragon Palace!”

The members of the Aquatic Tribe scrambled and fled, with no one paying attention to Sunn Lanyu’s commands.

Sunn Lanyu desperately grabbed at a Fish Monster in the Essence Refining Stage, but out of fear, the Fish Monster, holding a fish spear, struck at Sunn Lanyu.

Having lost his Mana and being physically injured, Sunn Lanyu was no better than a mortal. The fish spear, driven by the water flow, effortlessly pierced through his chest.

His twisted and grimacing face, ever fixated on the massive words ‘Falling Clouds’, slowly sank to the river bed.