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After returning to his residence, Zhao Yang eagerly opened the Silver Handkerchief, gently stroking it. When he had previously scanned the Silver Handkerchief with his Divine Sense, he distinctly felt the terrifying nature of the cultivation method recorded on it, sending a chill down his spine as if he were facing an ancient, uncorrupted sea of blood.
Thinking about the issue of overexerting his Divine Sense, Zhao Yang took out the large Nourishing Spirit Pill that Elder Zhong had given him. He picked up a small knife from the table and peeled away the outer skin of the Nourishing Spirit Pill as if he were peeling an apple. Satisfied with his work, he smiled knowingly and swallowed it whole.
A sharp, piercing roar echoed in his ears as a massive, almost water-like invisible aura suddenly burst forth, expanding the range of his Divine Sense from five to ten, twenty, fifty feet, until it reached nearly a hundred feet before finally stopping. Zhao Yang felt dizzy for a moment and quickly controlled his Divine Sense to bring it back to normal.
"Ten feet in radius! Eating the Nourishing Spirit Pill actually doubled my range!" Zhao Yang thought with wild joy. "I never expected my Divine Sense could grow so quickly. At this rate, once my brain is fully developed and my Divine Sense can cover the entire cultivation world, heh heh, I could sneak a peek at beautiful women bathing~"
As thoughts of beautiful women bathing crossed his mind, Zhao Yang's expression dimmed slightly. Since arriving in this world, aside from his mother being a beautiful woman and his mischievous sister Zhao Yu being a beauty in her own right, he hadn't encountered many decent-looking women. Now that he was a disciple of Sun Wukong, it was only natural that his standards would be higher.
After refining the Nourishing Spirit Pill, Zhao Yang rested for a moment before using his Divine Sense to scan the Silver Handkerchief again. Although he didn't know what effects his activated Divine Sense would have, he was certain that Elder Zhong had already scanned the Silver Handkerchief without noticing anything unusual. Yet he could see its peculiarities at a glance.
"It seems that everyone's Divine Sense has some differences; besides radar detection, it has other functions too. Luckily, he didn't notice anything strange about the handkerchief," Zhao Yang mused. Just then, he noticed that faintly shimmering characters began to emerge under the exploration of his Divine Sense on the handkerchief!
The characters were few—only a few short lines—but they left Zhao Yang utterly astonished because these small words floated on the surface of the handkerchief like a Blood Dragon. In one corner of the handkerchief were two dimly glowing golden characters—Imperial Scripture.
"It seems this is just a fragment," Zhao Yang murmured. "The characters above 'Imperial Scripture' clearly indicate there are more words; this handkerchief is merely a corner of the Imperial Scripture. I wonder what level of cultivation method this Imperial Scripture belongs to and how much of it is recorded on this handkerchief." He stared at the text on the Imperial Scripture, and in a daze, he felt as if the Blood Dragon was guiding him into an incredibly strange realm. In the distance, he saw someone with long hair cascading down their shoulders, dressed in a black robe with their back turned to him. The figure's demeanor resembled that of a woman.
Zhao Yang felt an instinctive fear; if he disturbed this woman, she might crush him with just a finger—even his Absolute Sheep Transformation technique would be useless against her. As he pondered in terror, he suddenly noticed five figures tearing through space and breaking through barriers behind her, aiming to kill her. Startled, Zhao Yang was about to shout a warning when those five people's attacks struck the black-robed woman.
However, to Zhao Yang's astonishment, the black-robed woman remained completely still and seemed utterly unaware as she gazed vacantly into the void ahead. The powerful attacks capable of shattering ancient voids and slaying gods and immortals inflicted no harm upon her! She turned her head slightly and let out a soft hum as if displeased by their interruption. With a gentle movement of her long sleeves, those five figures were instantly overturned like kites with their strings cut!
The five figures appeared shocked; though they spoke words Zhao Yang couldn't understand, when the woman turned around and moved her lips as if saying something too, dark rays of light burst forth from her body. The five figures turned to flee in terror but suddenly found five enormous hands emerging from her body like clouds descending upon them, capturing them amidst their panicked cries.
Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop!
Five sounds echoed as their bodies were crushed in an instant. The woman then turned back as if nothing had happened and continued staring into the distance while beside her, a black Cloak ship quietly sailed by—lonely and eerie.
Zhao Yang's heart trembled violently, astonished by the woman's stunning beauty that left no room for any lewd thoughts. He almost felt an impulse to worship her. The woman had her eyebrows raised, her gaze cold and commanding, exuding an aura of dominance akin to that of an empress among women. Yet, on her leg rested a black chain radiating a sense of order and will. A hint of fear crept into Zhao Yang's heart; if she was already this strong, who could possibly bind her? Judging by her indifferent demeanor, could it be that she was the one who had done so herself?
Zhao Yang couldn't make sense of it all at that moment. However, after the woman turned around, she suddenly glanced back in his direction, her eyes revealing a trace of ruthlessness and suspicion. Zhao Yang merely caught a glimpse of her gaze before stumbling backward, feeling his veins burst one by one. He gritted his teeth and let out a cry, as if he had been struck far away, everything before him fading away until he found himself back in his own room.
"Poof!"
Zhao Yang couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood. Terrified, he trembled inwardly and thought, "Is there really someone this strong in the cultivation world? I might not even stand a chance against my master. It’s impossible! Absolutely impossible! Even a master at the Ascension Stage couldn’t be this powerful; just a single glance could lead to my demise!"
In a hurry, Zhao Yang took out a Yuan Yang Fruit from his pocket and swallowed it. His True Qi began to circulate rapidly within him, healing his internal injuries. The Foundation Cauldron trembled violently, emitting intense vibrations as it channeled the True Qi outward, nourishing Zhao Yang's body. In just a moment, he felt significantly better.
He then retrieved several fragments of Red Essence Stones from his pocket. The Spirit Energy contained within those shards flowed like starlight, pouring into Zhao Yang's flesh and repairing the ruptured blood vessels beneath his skin.
Wiping the corner of his mouth, Zhao Yang looked at the Silver Handkerchief lying quietly on the ground beside him, still shaken by the encounter.
At that moment, several lines of Crimson Gold Characters resembling Blood Dragons began to appear on the Silver Handkerchief. After reading them, the characters transformed into floating light and drilled into Zhao Yang's body!
Zhao Yang's head spun as he watched those small characters snake their way into his flesh without any ability to resist. Once inside his body, the Crimson Gold Characters flew directly to his Qi Sea. Zhao Yang used his Divine Sense to inspect himself, fearing something might go wrong.
Sure enough, upon reaching the Qi Sea, the Crimson Gold Characters floated atop the Foundation Cauldron's surface, attempting to imprint themselves there. However, the Foundation Cauldron was already covered with countless small characters densely packed together in an ancient and dull hue. Sensing the intrusion of foreign characters trying to take over their territory, they became restless and caused the Foundation Cauldron to tremble more violently than ever before!
Bang!
The Crimson Gold Characters emerging from one corner of the Imperial Scripture discovered that all the dense writings on the Foundation Cauldron's surface were shifting and forming a strange symbol that began to repel and attack them. The Crimson Gold Characters seemed unwilling to back down; instead, they launched an attack themselves, transforming into a golden dragon of light that crashed against the Foundation Cauldron in fury at being denied their place for imprinting.
Zhao Yang's body radiated brilliance as he felt an overwhelming surge of energy rushing toward him from the Dueling Palace. He let out another loud shout, feeling as if all his internal organs had been shaken apart; his meridians suddenly throbbed with excruciating pain.
"Wait, don't crash!" Zhao Yang cried out in his heart, fearing that the mysterious corner of the Imperial Scripture, transformed into Crimson Gold Characters, would smash him to pieces. "Let's talk it over; there's no need to fight, I beg you, my dear ones!" Zhao Yang could only refer to them as dear ones out of helplessness.
"How about this? Look around; the text on the Foundation Cauldron is indeed full. Why don't the newcomers settle in first? I can get another cauldron or a treasure basin later for you to imprint on the surface. What do you think?!"
To his surprise, the Crimson Gold Characters sensed Zhao Yang's consciousness and emitted an even more terrifying aura, preparing to crash into the cauldron again. Zhao Yang quickly called out to stop them, shouting, "I yield, I yield! Don't crash!"
Zhao Yang felt helpless; he was being threatened by a line of text. His Perfect Foundation Cauldron was incredibly magical, and the characters formed on its surface were equally extraordinary. With his current level of understanding, he couldn't comprehend them. Just now, the text on the cauldron had automatically defended itself against external threats, surrounded by Chaotic Qi, emanating immense power that could contend with the mysterious Crimson Gold Characters. However, he didn't want to alter his already established Treasure Cauldron again. Reluctantly, he controlled his Chaos True Qi to shift the text surrounding the Foundation Cauldron aside a bit, creating a space for the mysterious Crimson Gold Characters.
Seeing the "vacant land" on the cauldron's surface, the Crimson Gold Characters immediately flew over and floated above it. A dazzling glow illuminated Zhao Yang's flesh and blood, making the room feel as bright as a wick. Then, as the light retracted, Zhao Yang's Divine Sense turned inward once more. He saw that the Crimson Gold Characters had transformed into runes imprinted on the surface of his Perfect Foundation Cauldron.
"Damn it!" Arrogant couldn't help but curse loudly because he realized that there was plenty of space for the Crimson Gold Characters to lie down on the Foundation Cauldron's surface. Yet that line of Crimson Gold Characters had forcibly displaced one row of naturally formed characters on his Foundation Cauldron's surface and even flattened one character, intertwining with others. He didn't recognize these characters and had no idea if he would understand them in the future.
Zhao Yang gritted his teeth in anger but felt powerless; how could a mere line of text be so arrogant and shameless as to seize his Perfect Foundation Treasure Cauldron?
Meanwhile, this fragment of Imperial Scripture that Zhao Yang barely understood was also imprinted in his mind. Following its meaning, he circulated his True Qi. In the next moment, crimson gold characters appeared on his body—on his hands, arms, and face. Zhao Yang felt a surge; at this moment, his physical body was ten times stronger than before!
It seemed that this fragment of Imperial Scripture was an incredibly powerful Body Refinement Technique!
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