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The Domain Master, like a deity, found himself trapped in another's Domain, as if locked in a cage.
With a muffled groan, Song Baliang was sent flying by the furious Ghost Path's strike, the Ghostly Hand of Heaven's Palm. The golden light surrounding him flickered and began to dissipate.
Struggling to his feet, Song Baliang staggered. This was the first time he had encountered a peer who could beat him so thoroughly. Although he could inflict damage, it felt forced; if this continued, death would be his only fate. Throughout his life, Song Baliang had not paid much attention to cultivation, dedicating most of his energy to refining tools. He believed his talent was extraordinary and that he had a connection to Buddhism, thinking he could easily surpass others. However, facing a master like Ghost Path now left him feeling disheartened. If Zhao Yang had not been there, he might have already perished.
Yet, Song Baliang did not want to die. His first reaction upon being rescued from the dark space by Zhao Yang was to marvel at how beautiful this world was. He saw the familiar surroundings; everything felt so wonderful and welcoming.
He stood up again, though his body protested. The pain from Ghost Path's attacks was immense, and prolonged suffering could lead to exhaustion. Nevertheless, Song Baliang pressed on; he needed to buy time for his companions, as his junior brother was still trapped in the dark space.
At that moment, Nangong Wuxin stepped in front of him. Though shorter in stature, he appeared remarkably tall at that moment.
"Go rest for a bit; I'll handle this," Nangong Wuxin said.
His eyes sparkled with determination as he nodded at Song Baliang and patted his shoulder in brotherly solidarity.
"Be careful," Song Baliang replied sincerely. He truly needed rest; his injuries had left him too weak to walk. He trusted that Nangong Wuxin, at the Divine Transformation Stage, could manage against Ghost Path.
At the same time, Song Baliang felt puzzled. As the chief disciple of one of the Five Great Sects, he shouldn't be so easily overwhelmed. The Holy Sons of other sects also faltered against the Genius Academy; a single Ghost Path could wipe out all experts unless they possessed abilities as monstrous as Zhao Yang's.
Nangong Wuxin gazed at Ghost Path standing in the shadows not far away. He made no move to attack but simply locked eyes with Ghost Path.
Ghost Path was assessing them, waiting for them to make a move before countering. After all, he was an expert at the Divine Transformation Stage and would not fall prey to Nangong Wuxin's Dark Exile.
Nangong Wuxin remained silent and unresponsive because he was stalling for time. Under the influence of Ripple of Enlightenment, he had seen through the Ghost Gate Space. However, if he engaged Ghost Path directly and Zhao Yang were released from the darkness, it could disrupt Zhao Yang's significant plans. Conversely, if he defeated Ghost Path too quickly, there was a chance that Ghost Path would lose patience and stop banishing Zhao Yang into darkness since any technique required True Qi to sustain it.
Thus, neither made a move as an hour passed by.
Nangong Wuxin and Song Baliang couldn't help but feel anxious. An hour had passed since Scholar Xiu and Song Baliang attacked Ghost Path, and according to Zhao Yang's description and the calculations from Divine Sense's communication, the time spent in the darkness was vastly different from that in the real world. One hour in reality equated to three months in the dark space.
Considering that both sides had been in a standoff for an hour, it meant that Zhao Yang had already spent six months in the dark space.
Another hour went by, and there were still no signs of Zhao Yang waking up. Nangong Wuxin refrained from making a move, and Ghost Path also held back, sensing a strong sense of crisis.
In the dark space, Zhao Yang, who had entered voluntarily, closed his eyes. He used Divine Sense to illuminate the surrounding area; however, it was unfortunate that the dark space seemed to have a special suppression against light, rendering ordinary light points ineffective.
Yet Zhao Yang kept his eyes shut. His mind was exceptionally developed, and his Divine Sense was immensely powerful. If he wanted to break through the dark space, he could have done so long ago. No matter how unique Ghost Path's Dark Exile was, Zhao Yang had countless ways to kill Ghost Path. As long as he could see Ghost Path's true form, once he unleashed the Transform into Sheep Technique, it would inevitably lead to the death of the target.
When Zhao Yang was at the Foundation Establishment Stage, he had already killed a Nascent Soul Stage old monster with the Transform into Sheep Technique from Seventy-Third Transformation. How much easier would it be against a Core Formation Stage cultivator?
The reason Zhao Yang entered was for Enlightenment. He sensed some unusual feelings emanating from Song Baliang, Nangong Wuxin, and Scholar Xiu within the dark space—feelings that encompassed loneliness, loyalty, jealousy, anger, and evil. These were all human emotions.
Most importantly, Zhao Yang saw a glimpse of profound change and helplessness amidst these emotions and surroundings.
Having seen through many aspects of life in this world, Zhao Yang had witnessed countless lives on television—each unique in its own way. It was this experience that allowed him to adapt quickly when he entered this world and learn how to interact with cultivators of various personalities.
Thus, he read extensively and had Purple Qi surging towards the heavens above his head, marking him as a great scholar.
As a result, Zhao Yang became a cultivator who broke records spanning ten thousand years; he achieved Enlightenment at the Qi Refinement Stage successfully in one go.
If others were to learn that Zhao Yang could achieve Enlightenment successfully on his first attempt while breaking historical records at the Qi Refinement Stage, many would undoubtedly find it hard to believe. Even if they did come to accept it eventually, they would simply think that Zhao Yang had stumbled upon good fortune and accidentally attained Enlightenment.
To them, such a young student might not even be able to read all the characters; how could he have seen the world? How could he have experienced life's tribulations? And how could he have read thousands of books?
However, only Zhao Yang understood his Enlightenment; it was the result of his own efforts. His understanding of the Dao was profound. Even before he had the ability to read with Divine Sense, he never relied on rote memorization. Instead, he invented a method to chart the flow of meridians and remembered all the operational routes of the techniques he had encountered. His way of thinking had reached a level beyond ordinary comprehension, and similarly, his understanding of the Dao was instantaneous.
For instance, in this vast and boundless darkness, one might think that there is no difference between opening and closing one's eyes.
Yet Zhao Yang closed his eyes and used his Divine Sense to ignite points of light in the dark space. He feared the darkness and solitude, but this was not a moment for fear.
Since he could not illuminate the surroundings, Zhao Yang imagined instead. His thoughts were rich and varied; he relished this sensation of being unable to see or hear anything. After closing his eyes, he envisioned himself in an endless starry sky where there was no sound at all, not even the wind. This was the effect Zhao Yang sought.
In this starry expanse, Zhao Yang saw countless stars, while he felt as small as a grain of sand. In comparison to the myriad stars, he was insignificant and lonely; even after countless years, he would still be like that grain of sand.
Zhao Yang did not wish to remain so; thus, he aimed to observe those myriad stars—the evolution of countless stars from grains of sand into celestial bodies and back again.
This was the transformation of sea into mulberry fields, a glimpse into eternity.
Unbeknownst to him, the Enlightenment Realm gradually radiated from him. Zhao Yang slowly opened his eyes and saw himself; likewise, he beheld the myriad stars.
In the outside world, the Ripple of Enlightenment emanating from Zhao Yang grew increasingly powerful, like waves crashing upon a shore—everyone within miles could feel it.
In the distance, many looked on in confusion; some powerful individuals sat cross-legged. They did not understand what this phenomenon was, but these waves resonated with them—a rare opportunity not to be missed.
Within the Ghost Gate Space, Ghost Path was taken aback and exclaimed, "Enlightenment!"
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