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Chapter One Hundred Twenty-Five: King Yu's Qinshe Divine Might
Many Nascent Soul Old Monsters were growing increasingly frustrated. They had been chasing for nearly a day and night without managing to deal with a few small ghosts, their hearts filled with anxiety. Suddenly, someone unleashed a flying star of blazing flames, illuminating the starry sky as it rushed toward the Golden Dragon.
Long Xiao Wu, embodying the Golden Dragon, was impervious to water and fire; however, she could not withstand the collateral damage from the Nascent Soul Expert's attack. In an instant, Yu Qingsnow and Gorilla, caught off guard, were blown off her back.
"This is impossible! There are too many of them, and their cultivation is too strong!" The Golden Dragon's expression turned despondent as she was on the verge of giving up.
"Weightless Space!" A Black-Clad Daoist, a practitioner at the Divine Transformation Stage, executed a peculiar spell that instantly made Long Xiao Wu feel as if the heavens had collapsed upon her; she could no longer fly. Even Yu Qingsnow and Gorilla, who had been swept off, found themselves unable to use their qi to ascend.
In a moment of desperation, Gorilla wrapped his legs around Long Xiao Wu's golden Dragon Scale. With one hand he grasped the unconscious Ji Wudao and with the other he held onto Yu Qingsnow's delicate white hand.
"Miss, don't let go! If you fall down like this, you'll die!" Gorilla shouted as he clung to both of them.
Meanwhile, Long Xiao Wu was straining against the effects of Weightless Space to avoid plummeting to the ground too quickly.
Zhao Yang did not know what kind of spell Weightless Space was; all he understood was that it rendered cultivators unable to fly like ordinary people. A cultivator falling from such heights would certainly suffer severe injuries.
Countless cultivators around them watched coldly, as if they were observing a circus performance with animals holding hands. Zhao Yang loathed this feeling. He had no time to think of a rescue plan and could only take risks himself by flying into Weightless Space. However, contrary to his expectations, he did not experience the sensation of falling.
"What? That kid can actually resist my Weightless Space?" The Black-Clad Daoist was astonished; it was the first time in his life he had seen someone able to fly within his Weightless Space!
Yet before Zhao Yang could reach Yu Qingsnow's side, a massive blade swept past above him with incredible speed, tearing through the boundless void and nearly pulling Zhao Yang into its wake.
A heart-wrenching scream echoed as Gorilla was struck by the giant blade and severed at the waist.
"Aman!" Yu Qingsnow cried out in sorrow, calling Gorilla by his nickname, seemingly numb to death.
"Get the miss out of here!" Gorilla used his last ounce of strength to look at Zhao Yang as he fell through the night sky.
"A bunch of ants," Shi Qiankun said impatiently as he retracted his finger. He had just felt something strange; his attack should have been able to slay the dragon, yet within Weightless Space its power had diminished by more than tenfold.
The High Priest's brow also emitted boundless Flying Radiance as it struck at Zhao Yang. Within Weightless Space, Flying Radiance felt like a heavy blanket being pushed against Zhao Yang's back. He felt neither pain nor discomfort and took advantage of this moment to catch Yu Qingsnow and Ji Wudao as they fell. Zhao Yang was constantly pondering how he could save everyone.
As countless attacks loomed on the horizon, he knew he could not abandon Long Xiao Wu while also wanting to prevent Ji Wudao and Yu Qingsnow from dying. An idea formed in his mind as he shouted, "Xiao Wu, open your mouth!"
Though Long Xiao Wu did not understand his intent, she chose to trust Zhao Yang without question at that moment. She opened her mouth wide as Zhao Yang pushed Ji Wudao into her mouth with one hand. Then a Azure Breakthrough Talisman shot out; just as Ji Wudao fell into Long Xiao Wu's mouth, a Void Breaking Talisman swiftly adhered to her face. Zhao Yang infused True Qi from the Void Breaking Talisman into it in an instant, causing space to distort until the Golden Dragon vanished from sight.
“It’s the Void Breaking Talisman! How can such a small sect possess so many treasures for teleportation?” A cultivator exclaimed, completely dumbfounded. After chasing for an entire day and night, they ultimately allowed the remnants of the Myriad Spirit Sect to escape. The Golden Dragon was already fast enough to evade them, and in an instant, it teleported hundreds of miles away, leaving no chance for anyone to catch up.
“A life-saving talisman is worth countless times more than a top-grade magical artifact; it’s even comparable to a low-level Dao Artifact. Could it be that every cultivator from the Myriad Spirit Sect possesses a life-saving talisman?” An elder cultivator wondered, filled with curiosity about the Myriad Spirit Sect.
The experts at the Nascent Soul Stage were utterly furious. They simultaneously struck down the Black-Clad Daoist of the Divine Transformation Stage, as it was his Weightless Space that had blocked their opportunity to intercept. Any magical techniques or artifacts that approached the Weightless Space seemed to fall into a deep abyss, silent and motionless. They watched helplessly as the giant dragon calmly teleported away with someone in its grasp.
The instigator of all this chaos was an inconspicuous Black-Clad Daoist of the Divine Transformation Stage. It was his Weightless Space that allowed the unrestrained youth to move freely and take the time to activate the Void Breaking Talisman for his escape. When they turned back to kill the youth who had thwarted their efforts, they found that he and a woman had vanished without a trace!
Zhao Yang held an Invisibility Talisman tightly in his palm, sharing it with Yu Qingsnow as they fled together. In their desperate escape from death, Yu Qingsnow forgot all about the propriety between men and women. Zhao Yang clasped her soft little hand, secretly delighted while momentarily forgetting the sorrow of their many companions who had perished during their flight. At the same time, he marveled at how fortunate they were that the Black-Clad Daoist had cast Weightless Space; without him, he might never have had the chance to use the Void Breaking Talisman. It seemed that no matter the era, there would always be a “sixth man” in team battles!
As dawn broke and light began to illuminate the sky, a pair of young men and women raced across a dewy field, looking quite disheveled.
The Dragon Gate High Priest gazed at the bright moonlight, waving his sleeves to summon a two-foot copper mirror. The surface of the mirror was hazy and shrouded in mist, failing to reflect any images.
As he opened and closed his eyes, a beam of moonlight poured into the copper mirror. The hazy aura within dissipated instantly, revealing an image of a man and woman fleeing several dozen miles ahead of them.
“Chase them!” shouted one cultivator. “That kid must have secrets from the Myriad Spirit Sect; he surely knows where the Golden Dragon has gone.”
“That girl has probably slain countless Foundation Stage Cultivators with that zither she carries; it must be a Dao Artifact without a doubt! It could even be a Supreme Dao Artifact!” Another cultivator speculated. Since they couldn’t obtain something extraordinary, they aimed for a Dao Artifact instead. Dao Artifacts were supreme treasures in the cultivation world, belonging to the highest tier of magical artifacts. A cultivator who acquired one would gain immense power and could slay peers as easily as chopping vegetables.
Countless Nascent Soul Old Monsters had already set off at great speed, each step covering over a thousand feet as they pursued Zhao Yang and Yu Qingsnow.
Zhao Yang’s Divine Sense remained keenly aware of movements behind them. Noticing someone was on their tail, he said to Yu Qingsnow beside him, “Someone is chasing us; they must be using some kind of artifact to detect our location. Otherwise, they wouldn’t have found us. You take the Invisibility Talisman and go ahead; I’ll draw them away.”
Zhao Yang’s words brooked no argument; however, Yu Qingsnow grasped his hand tightly and said, “You’ll die if you go alone! We need to escape together; they’re too strong.”
After fleeing together for so long, with only each other left from Myriad Spirit Sect, both felt a sense of camaraderie growing between them. Zhao Yang also taught Yu Qingsnow how to conceal her aura during their escape. Yu Qingsnow was exceptionally intelligent and quick-witted; otherwise, she wouldn’t have attempted enlightenment at Foundation Establishment Stage on Snow Peak.
A Nascent Soul Old Monster unleashed a powerful attack aimed at extinguishing their Divine Souls from several miles away. The two barely dodged it but were still blasted away by its overwhelming True Qi. Near a massive pit that plunged over a hundred meters deep, Zhao Yang fell to the ground but immediately pulled Yu Qingsnow up and ran forward. Some strands of her hair got stuck on her lips; her gaze was resolute yet glimmering with tears that tugged at one’s heartstrings.
If it weren’t for this resilient youth supporting her until now—pointing out when to strike and helping everyone navigate perilous situations—she would have long since used King Yu's Zither to perish alongside their pursuers. Earlier, when her True Qi had been exhausted and she couldn’t fly, this boy had miraculously produced a Yuan Yang Fruit from his pocket to restore her strength and continuously supply her with True Qi. She had despised men since childhood due to her hatred for her father’s abandonment of her mother; yet at this moment, something within her stirred as she didn’t want this boy to die for her sake—she felt an unexpected yearning for life.
“We can definitely escape!” Zhao Yang whispered softly, his handsome face smeared with dirt as he didn’t look at Yu Qingsnow but focused intently on observing their surroundings and terrain. He knew there were secret realms in the cultivation world filled with opportunities—both fortune and misfortune intertwined—and if they could slip inside one, there would be hope for survival; he didn’t want to die either.
Yu Qingsnow gazed at the solemn-faced youth beside her, unsure what thoughts crossed her mind. Having loathed men throughout her life, she found herself holding hands with one she had only recently met—and just before that in Myriad Spirit Sect, she had nearly plucked out King Yu's Zither's sixth string intending to kill him.
Suddenly thunder roared from above as bolts of lightning rained down from the sky. Zhao Yang entered Enlightenment Realm; everything around him slowed down in his perception. He always managed to lead Yu Qingsnow just in time to evade danger as sunlight broke through—their surroundings became clear as he could see every change happening around them while guiding Yu Qingsnow through countless near-misses against attacking cultivators. In situations where evasion was impossible due to dead angles, he would use his formidable physique as a shield. For now, since the effect of Invisibility Talisman hadn’t worn off yet, those pursuing them couldn’t detect their aura but could only follow general directions given by Dragon Gate High Priest’s copper mirror for indiscriminate attacks.
A massive sword swept through the air from behind, and an enraged old monster at the Nascent Soul Stage pursued two kids at the Foundation Establishment Stage, feeling humiliated by the effort it took to chase them down.
"There!" The High Priest spoke up, pointing out the locations of Zhao Yang and Yu Qingsnow.
Countless magical treasures rained down, symbols lighting up the sky, shaking the earth. Zhao Yang and Yu Qingsnow were blasted away by overwhelming attacks, their bodies covered in wounds. An old monster at the Nascent Soul Stage targeted Zhao Yang, sending him flying a hundred feet away with a powerful strike. Several cultivators at the Core Formation Stage and Divine Transformation Stage flew in with numerous disciples. Yu Qingsnow's King Yu's Zither trembled in her arms as she summoned it. With a flick of her fingers, countless low-level disciples were swept away by the sound of the zither, bleeding from their seven orifices and collapsing to the ground.
Suddenly, the world fell silent, as if all existence had vanished. Yu Qingsnow's gaze turned resolute; she sat like a goddess, snowflakes swirling around her. Her jade hand pressed down on the sixth string of the zither, channeling all her strength to produce a sound that transcended time itself. The ground shattered under the force of the sound waves that erupted forth, obliterating all Core Formation Stage experts caught in its path into dust. Even those at the Divine Transformation Stage were forced to cough up blood and retreat in shock. What startled Zhao Yang was that it seemed as if Yu Qingsnow's blood energy had been suddenly drained; her face turned pale, and her aura weakened.
"It truly is the Supreme Dao Artifact, King Yu's Zither!" An old monster at the Nascent Soul Stage gazed hungrily, preparing to seize it.
"Kid, if you reveal the secrets of Myriad Spirit Sect, tell us where the Dragon Pearl is located, and where that golden dragon and that young man called Scholar Xiu are, I can guarantee your safe passage!" Shi Qiankun, the Master of Dragon Gate Sect, declared.
Yu Qingsnow's expression was resolute. After plucking the sixth string, her jade hand moved to press down on the seventh string as she chanted: "Seal heaven and earth; my heart grieves in unison; three souls and seven spirits..."
"Don't!" In an instant, Zhao Yang appeared from a hundred feet away to stop Yu Qingsnow from taking her own life. The old monsters at the Nascent Soul Stage had already recognized Zhao Yang's elusive movement technique and launched attacks to kill him.
A powerful Earth Explosion Technique detonated where Zhao Yang and Yu Qingsnow stood; however, they had already appeared hundreds of feet away. Zhao Yang's face was somewhat pale; his continuous use of Time Walk had drained his True Qi excessively.
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