Humanity's Great Sage

But all of them were attracted by the rumors about Lu Ye’s whereabouts flying about everywhere. The promise of huge rewards for Lu Ye’s head was more than anything winning the Carnage Roster could offer.

More so, since the rumors further circulated that Lu Ye was merely a Cultivator at the Third-Order of the Cloud River Realm now being marked with the curse of a Tracking Disc that would reveal his position every two hours. Anyone who stumbled upon him could have a real chance at slaying him.

That made many Thousand Demon Ridge Cultivators hurry this way the moment they got wind of the rumors.

Amidst the turmoil, a number of unfortunate Grand Sky Coalition Cultivators found themselves beset by troubles. The spread of Thousand Demon Ridge and Grand Sky Coalition Cultivators should have been even at first, but when a significant number of them who were members of the Thousand Demon Ridge began to converge in a single direction, opposing Cultivators would find themselves being outnumbered all of a sudden.

That caused many Grand Sky Coalition Cultivators, especially those who were unaware of recent developments, to withdraw from the area.

Two hours passed, then four, and six…

A lot of information about Lu Yi Ye spread far and wide every couple of hours. Every time a blood-red pillar of light speared up into the clouds, his position would be exposed, and that immediately attracted hordes of Thousand Demon Ridge Cultivators eager enough to try their luck.

Yet, no one had truly managed to find him. Leveraging what remained of his inventory of Teleportation Wards. Each time his position was broadcasted, he would swiftly relocate two hundred miles away.

Several months had passed since Lu Ye last faced such a massive manhunt in the Spirit Creek Battlefield.

Only this time, the perils that beset him far surpassed anything he had experienced before.

Cultivators in the Spirit Creek Battlefield could barely compare with the Cloud River Realm Cultivators here. By the time Lu Ye reached Heaven-Eight back when he was still in the Spirit Creek Battlefield, there were few dangers that could threaten his safety. He was even a scourge that all of the Thousand Demon Ridge coalition feared when he rose into Heaven-Nine.

But this time, there really was a real risk of dying. Most primarily because of the restriction of the Colosseum that no Cultivator inside could leave the Colosseum before its closure.

Or he would have sped to the nearest Divine Trade Association and sought refuge and protection there.

As time passed, Lu Ye’s number of Teleportation Wards dwindled.

Only two remained. Had it not been for his diligent efforts to reconstruct more Wards whenever he could after each escape, he would have long run out of Wards.

At the same time, he could feel the presence of Thousand Demon Ridge Cultivators in the area growing rapidly.

He could stay in this accursed place no longer. Even with two Teleportation Wards still working, to linger in this place would be courting death.

If anything were to happen to the Wards, he would be dead the moment his position was revealed again.

Lu Ye did not know whether he should stay or leave. But he quickly came to a decision: he needed to leave—fast!

Only by leaving this area could he find a glimmer of hope. Stay any longer and Death would come for him.

Lu Ye gazed up at the crimson sky overhead, feeling the crushing weight of helplessness. It had been almost twenty days since the start of the Carnage Colosseum. When would it finally close?

Once again, his body was enveloped in that blood-red radiance before the glow burst into a claret-red pillar of light that shot up into the high heavens.

Another eruption.

Lu Ye activated his Teleportation Ward and transported himself instantly nearly two hundred miles away.

Next, he exited the cave and took off, gliding at a steady pace at no more than thirty meters above ground so as not to attract any unwanted attention.

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