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The Fourth Generation Spirit Communication Jade was in Zhao Yang's possession, and even the Central Sovereign had just learned of it. As Zhao Yang's strength was revealed, the truth came to light.
The location of the Spirit Pearl displayed on the Heavenly Mechanism Wall was precisely at the Myriad Spirit Sect. At that time, the Central Sovereign was preoccupied with state affairs and only sent the Nine Great Protectors of the Heavenly Mechanism Wall along with some royal soldiers to seize the Spirit Pearl in the Southern Region of Zhongzhou. However, they did not expect that everyone would be completely annihilated. According to what he learned from the captured Crimson Robed Wanderer, the disaster that left a thousand miles in ruin was caused by a mere boy.
A boy who was only at the Foundation Establishment Stage back then—what kind of power could he possibly possess to wipe out tens of thousands of cultivators and slay several Nascent Soul Stage experts? Moreover, he left a scorched earth for miles around, devoid of any life.
Such destructive power seemed impossible even at the pinnacle of the cultivation world. Therefore, the cautious Central Sovereign considered several possibilities: first, that Zhao Yang possessed some extraordinary artifact surpassing even the Supreme Dao Artifact; second, that he had utilized a formation capable of harnessing boundless energy from heaven and earth to create such devastation; third, that he had destroyed a supreme spiritual vein within the earth’s ley lines, causing it to ignite; or fourth, that there was an existence behind him that no one dared to provoke, likely not belonging to this world.
The Central Sovereign truly pondered deeply. He personally reviewed many ancient texts and discovered records from hundreds of thousands of years ago during the Primordial Era, which spoke of "immortals" descending to the mortal realm at a great cost.
Thus, the Central Sovereign remained cautious. Even though he was hailed as invincible by the world, he still needed to ascertain what kind of existence lay behind Zhao Yang before he felt secure enough to act.
Datong was Zhao Yang's master, which is why the Central Sovereign ordered a group of Old Masters from Genius Academy to do their utmost to eliminate Datong.
The Old Masters from Genius Academy received the directive to kill Datong.
The Central Sovereign, accompanied by Ten Divine Generals, observed everything from the shadows.
Datong's combat power was undeniably overwhelming; he easily crushed numerous Old Masters from Genius Academy, leaving only one Vice President at Perfected Dao Fruit Stage alive.
The Vice President stood dumbfounded as he witnessed everything unfold but felt utterly helpless. As he said himself, when a ruler demands death from his subjects, they must comply.
In reality, while he did not wish to die at his lord's command, he had no choice but to comply. He had his own family; if he did not act against Datong, with just a word from the Central Sovereign, his entire family would be wiped out without exception and possibly face extermination down to the ninth generation.
He stood disheveled among a pile of corpses, watching his former colleagues fall one by one. He felt an indescribable mix of emotions as a murky tear rolled down his cheek. The wind blew through his gray-streaked hair like a scarecrow abandoned in a field, its gourd flute knocked off by a gust.
Zhao Yang stood behind Datong and witnessed the Vice President's tragic expression before death. He looked on with compassion; he understood that this gray-haired elder acted against him out of sheer helplessness.
Just as Zhao Yang thought, every race and group has its good and bad elements—even among enemies.
Because he was human, he possessed humanity, which encompassed many aspects: kindness, evil, cunning, malice, and selfishness.
As Ghost Path stated, everything has two sides. Great power inevitably brings corresponding calamities. Zhao Yang merely had a fleeting connection with Ghost Path. Before Ghost Path's death, he genuinely felt the compassionate gaze in Zhao Yang's eyes. Thus, having never had a friend in his life, he said to Zhao Yang, "Thank you."
"Thank you for understanding what it means to be human. Even if I am your enemy, I can still be your friend."
The Vice Dean of Genius Academy stood still, sensing a gaze upon him—filled with pity rather than mockery or disdain. Following that gaze, he saw a young boy with a delicate face. The boy's eyes were clear, reminiscent of hundreds of years ago when he had run to the riverbank in his hometown to save a wilting sapling, compassionately scooping water to nourish it. In the reflection of that clear river water, he saw his own eyes at the age of seven.
Clear eyes, just like those of the boy before him.
Every person is a unique individual with their own story. Perhaps some powerful beings could easily crush thousands underfoot, but those people might each have loved ones waiting for them at home—a kind girl standing at the door every day, waiting for her deceased husband to return, gazing out for a lifetime.
The cultivation world is indeed cruel.
The Vice Dean of Genius Academy held significant power in the imperial city; however, even that could not surpass Central Sovereign. He had his own stories and legends, but it was evident that when his time came for calamity, there was no escaping it—whether confronting Datong or retreating before Central Sovereign and the Ten Divine Generals.
He glanced at Zhao Yang and nodded.
Everyone who witnessed this action felt puzzled.
No one understood why a man who was destined to die would nod at a boy he had always intended to kill.
Then, under the watchful eyes of all present, this Vice Dean of Genius Academy—once praised by the world—initiated Transmutation and ignited himself.
A medium-sized red fruit flew out from his Dao Fire and landed before Zhao Yang.
Nangong Wuxin and Song Baliang both thought it was the Vice Dean's final strike. However, Zhao Yang stopped them, gently cradling the red fruit in his palm and placing it into his Cosmic Bag.
Datong sighed deeply: "I can see that he never wanted to fight."
Zhao Yang nodded; he could see it too.
"That is a Dao Fruit, and it was willingly offered," Datong explained, knowing that Zhao Yang and the others were puzzled.
Although the Dao Fruit Stage was still some distance away from them, it was already time to talk about it.
The Dao Fruit Stage is a very special existence among the Nine Major Realms of Cultivation. At this stage, cultivators experience phenomena similar to those found in nature, resulting in the formation of fruit within their bodies. That fruit grows in the hands of the Primordial Infant.
When a cultivator transitions from the Nascent Soul Stage to the Dao Fruit Stage, a fruit called the Dao Fruit will sprout from the hands of the Primordial Infant seated within the cultivator's body.
The formation of the Dao Fruit is closely related to the experiences of the cultivator. Throughout history, countless individuals have studied the Dao Fruit but have never truly understood its nature. The Dao Fruit is akin to a lottery; some yield an ordinary fruit when consumed, while others may grant peculiar abilities.
Unlike the legendary Dragon Balls, which supposedly bestow supreme power upon consumption, Dao Fruits are fragile and can easily shatter if seized forcefully. Moreover, crucially, if a cultivator consumes their own Dao Fruit, it has no effect whatsoever; it must be given to another person.
This world is strange in such ways; cultivators are among heaven's most peculiar creations.
Even more unfathomable is that if the owner of a Dao Fruit harbors even a slight reluctance or disagreement about giving it to a particular cultivator, that cultivator will find little to no benefit from consuming it—its taste may even be inferior to that of an ordinary fruit.
Thus, generally speaking, seizing someone else's Dao Fruit is a futile endeavor.
Long ago, there was a great war in the cultivation world over the Dao Fruit Stage. Countless experts at this stage were captured along with their fruits, but they were used for experimentation to uncover the differences between Dao Fruits and cultivators.
Few are willing to offer their own Dao Fruits to others, as this involves human nature and trust.
Yet, astonishingly, the vice president of Genius Academy willingly gifted his own Dao Fruit to an enemy—a boy whom everyone wanted dead.
He did this not only because he sensed Zhao Yang's compassion and understanding before his death but also as a silent rebuke against the Central Sovereign.
In the sky above, an angry grunt echoed, sounding quite displeased.
The void trembled as clouds suddenly parted, revealing a magnificent and exquisite battle blade descending from the sky. Its speed was so great that before it even reached the ground, it had already stirred up boundless waves of wind, reducing all buildings surrounding Heavenly Mechanism Mountain to ashes.
Datong waved his large sleeves to protect his juniors, shifting them to a distance while bracing against the onslaught of wind and waves. A surge of killing intent erupted from him, resisting the tempest; yet, with just a single strike, everything within a thousand feet was obliterated.
Before Datong and the others could catch their breath, another astonishing fire fist descended from the sky, its brilliance blinding, like terrifying magma cascading from the heavens.
Datong raised his fist to meet it, appearing from afar like a mantis lifting its arms to confront a giant elephant, followed by a thunderous explosion.
From above, a uniform ring of light erupted from a single point, expanding outward and sending everything on the ground flying.
Even the talented Zhao Yang and his companions were thrown back, spitting blood. They struggled to rise with pale faces; had it not been for Datong's protection, they would have likely been gravely injured or worse!
Looking at Datong, his feet were deeply embedded in the mud, his arms bare and blood trickling from his palms.
Datong Zen Master said nothing as he suddenly soared into the air and flew to Zhao Yang's side. "Kid, where's your Void Breaking Talisman? Hand one over."
The group stared blankly, not understanding Datong Zen Master's meaning. Song Baliang, who knew Datong best, frowned and weakly asked, "Master, you’re not thinking of running away, are you?"
Datong Zen Master’s face turned crimson as he glared at Song Baliang. "What nonsense! I'm facing reality here. I was once a prodigy in my youth; with the heavenly path now unbound, it won't be long before I enter the Tribulation Period. At that time, I'll seek revenge on them. Fighting them now is unrealistic—there are too many!"
"Master, can we not do this?" Zhao Yang covered his forehead in embarrassment; he had just told Liu Rou not to worry because his master was formidable.
"Kid, hand it over quickly!" Datong Zen Master jabbed at Song Baliang. Unyielding, Song Baliang stood firm. Datong sighed helplessly and turned to Zhao Yang. "You better hand it over quickly; this is all your fault! With a Supreme Dao Artifact in hand, there's no need to compare Divine Power with them—Ten Divine Generals have already arrived!"
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