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Beidu Liufeng's strike was entirely within Zuo Dao's expectations. At the Life and Death Realm, a cultivator could act at will, seeking only to fulfill their thoughts. They could choose not to kill, to avoid karma, or even to forgo cultivation altogether, living in harmony with their surroundings. One moment they might face death without fear, yet in another, they could be as timid as a mouse.
In the realm between life and death, one seeks understanding; this is the Realm of Life and Death.
After two failed attempts to stop Zuo Dao, Beidu Liufeng's third strike finally made the younger members of the Northern Crossing Family realize the power of this ancient ancestor they had never met.
In ancient times, the Star Domain flourished, teeming with vitality. The air was filled with celestial energy, and every blade of grass and every tree brimmed with immense life force. However, after a great catastrophe, everything withered away; the earth's energy rapidly degraded, and what once roamed freely were now mere legends.
Now, although it remained the same land, it no longer held its former glory.
Beidu Liufeng had always adhered to the legacy of his ancestors, striving to recreate the splendor of those years. Yet despite his lofty ambitions, he found himself powerless. The rise of Northern Crossing lacked not in foundation or resources but in true talent—a monster among talents.
He captured Zuo Dao and then used his clan's supreme secret technique to borrow Zuo Dao's body, creating a successor for Northern Crossing with a celestial bloodline.
With a breath, he unleashed a hurricane directed at Zuo Dao. The wind scattered thousands of clouds and stirred up mountains of sand. A casual gesture from a cultivator in the Realm of Life and Death was enough to crush any robber monk.
Though Zuo Dao was strong, Beidu Liufeng did not believe Zuo Dao could compel him to act.
Before the wind even arrived, it had already flattened several mountains and drained rivers—forming an Earth Bridge that surged toward Zuo Dao, reaching him in an instant.
The casual breath unleashed such tremendous power that it excited the members of Beidu Clan; they could already envision how magnificent Northern Crossing would become across the entire Northern Crossing Star.
Zuo Dao raised his jade-like fist to meet it. He struck fiercely against the "bridge," and when his fist collided with the ethereal force of the bridge, it produced a thunderous roar.
Truly formidable! With that single blow, Zuo Dao was sent flying back. The Wind Dragon connecting earthward showed no signs of stopping as it continued to press down on him.
Zuo Dao felt as if his punch had struck a rapidly spinning saw blade, nearly slicing through his own hand. This was indeed the Realm of Life and Death!
Zuo Dao could only sigh at this; he felt no envy. With broadened horizons came different thoughts.
Truly, as a descendant of immortals, this strike already bore the shadow of divinity. Yet, it was nothing more than that; as long as it wasn't an immortal, Zuo Dao was confident he could fight back. Moreover, that old man in his eyes was a vast treasure trove.
Having decided to walk his own path, he would not allow himself to be trapped. The insights he had previously grasped were all derived from others' paths. No matter how he changed, he could not alter his essence; he still relied on what the Chessmaster had bestowed upon him.
A fierce wind swept through the air, like an inverted curtain hanging before Zuo Dao, obscuring his vision. However, his all-pervasive Divine Sense spread out, constantly searching for a point of entry. As long as he could plunge into the raging wind, he could dismantle it from within.
At that moment, Beidu Liufeng unleashed his second breath.
With a resonating hum, the Dao Feng curtain enveloped the entire space, darkening it instantly to pitch black.
The darkness of night posed no threat to a Cultivator, especially since Zuo Dao's Divine Sense had already unfurled and melded into the ground beneath him, relaying all information back to him.
The fierce wind began to sense an anomaly, causing Zuo Dao's previous thoughts to falter. Beidu Liufeng's second breath granted the wind a new form—a dark Wind Dragon was taking shape.
Then Beidu Liufeng released his third breath, giving life to the Wind Dragon. A pair of enormous eyes opened in the darkness—cold and merciless.
"Roar!"
With a thunderous dragon's roar, a massive claw struck towards Zuo Dao. Although Zuo Dao was prepared, the speed of the Wind Dragon's attack was simply too fast—like a flash of lightning.
Just as the image of the Wind Dragon's claw flashed in his mind, he was sent flying three hundred miles away, everything in his path reduced to dust.
As the curtain dissipated, a black dragon several hundred feet long coiled on the ground, its large eyes fixated on its target. Zuo Dao's flight left Northern Crossing Qing dumbfounded. The Ancient Ancestor hadn't even made a move; merely with a few breaths, this person had been ruthlessly swatted away, which was hard for him to accept. After all, Zuo Dao had shown him some kindness.
At that moment, North Crossing Xiqin wore a cold smile and occasionally let out strange sounds.
"I thought you were so powerful; yet here you are being swatted like nothing by the Ancient Ancestor."
Amidst the swirling dust, a figure slowly emerged. Looking at the gushing spring water behind him, Zuo Dao couldn't help but feel angry. Fortunately, his physical body was strong enough; otherwise, he would have truly been slapped into the ground by that opponent.
It seemed that giving the opponent a little color was unavoidable. Glancing at the enormous Wind Dragon in the sky, he turned his gaze back to Beidu Liufeng.
“Drunken Old Man.”
With a swift motion of his fists, he charged towards the Wind Dragon.
Zuo Dao, in comparison to the massive black Wind Dragon, was like a toothpick against a giant tree. Although larger size typically meant stronger attacks, Zuo Dao's small stature made it difficult for the dragon to land its blows.
His fists hammered relentlessly against the surface of the Wind Dragon, sparks flying with each impact. A fiery trail erupted from the dragon's head to its tail.
Cracks began to appear on the giant scales of the Wind Dragon. If Zuo Dao continued his assault, it was very likely that this enormous creature would be shattered under his relentless strikes.
“Regardless of your myriad techniques, I will break through with sheer strength,” Zuo Dao sneered, all while casting a glance at Beidu Liufeng.
It was a provocation, a blatant challenge.
The Wind Dragon posed little threat to Zuo Dao, and Beidu Liufeng was reluctant to intervene for the sake of face. However, if the dragon were to be defeated by Zuo Dao, it would result in three failed attempts.
What kind of power was this? His combat prowess was terrifying. To an observer, he appeared to be merely a novice in the Robbery Realm, yet his strength was completely disproportionate to his realm. Beidu Liufeng also realized that his opponent was not exerting himself fully.
The better Zuo Dao performed, the more pleased Beidu Liufeng felt. If he could seize this body and refine its memories, he was certain he could soar to new heights.
This was the first time he felt grateful for not having to enter seclusion; fortunately, none of his old companions were around. Otherwise, he would have missed this grand opportunity!
However, the priority now was ensuring the existence of the Wind Dragon. This time he truly took action; seizing the moment while Zuo Dao battled with the Wind Dragon, he unleashed his first intentional attack since his arrival—a single finger thrust.
Zuo Dao’s Divine Sense and peripheral vision had been monitoring Beidu Liufeng closely. He had gauged his opponent's cultivation level but overlooked their character. The sudden ambush caused an unnatural expression to flicker across Beidu Liufeng's face.
Although Beidu Liufeng had only thrust out a finger, Zuo Dao felt as if a massive club was aimed directly at him.
Beidu Liufeng was considered a rare talent within the Beidu Clan, someone determined to carve out his own path.
This strike was his own creation, an attempt to break free from the constraints of immortality and step into a new realm of achievement.
Wind Immortal Finger.
An invisible pressure emanated from his fingertip, bearing down on Zuo Dao. It sealed off his surroundings, causing his movements to slow. Although Beidu Liufeng was indeed talented, Zuo Dao could still sense the aura of the Northern Crossing Immortal from this single finger.
With little reference, Beidu Liufeng could not shake off the shadow of his predecessors. No matter how hard he tried, he was still following in the footsteps of the Northern Crossing Immortal.
Northern Beast Staff, Northern Crossing Fist Technique...
These were merely the techniques he referenced; deep down, he had yet to break free from this circle.
As for the Three Giants Finger, Zuo Dao managed to shake off the entanglement of Wind Dragon and delivered a powerful punch at the tip of that finger.
Silent and unseen.
Zuo Dao coughed up blood and flew backward.
In just one strike, Zuo Dao understood the gap between himself and Beidu Liufeng. It wasn't that he couldn't fight; it would just be difficult. If he truly exerted himself, he could bring his opponent down.
However, for every Beidu Liufeng that emerged, there would surely be another. He could escape if necessary, but the Heterodox family might not be so fortunate.
At this point, Zuo Dao had yet to realize one crucial issue: whether or not Beidu Liufeng could step beyond the Northern Crossing Star remained an unknown.
"Alright, friend, you are truly strong. Even those at my level would hesitate to clash with my Wind Immortal Finger; you are the first." Beidu Liufeng now regarded Zuo Dao with newfound respect.
Even though his Wind Immortal Finger had not been unleashed with full force, at five layers of strength within the Life and Death Realm, no one could casually withstand it.
The true lethality of the Wind Immortal Finger lay within the body, yet the opponent merely coughed up a few mouthfuls of blood before standing back on the battlefield as if nothing had happened.
Beidu Liufeng's heart burned with fervor; he was determined to capture his opponent alive and to do so swiftly. The Wind Immortal Finger would surely awaken the Elders still in seclusion, and he needed to subdue Zuo Dao before they appeared.
"Why not try my Three-Finger Flick again?" Beidu Liufeng's tone remained calm, but his movements were swift and unpredictable.
Clang, clang, clang.
Three deep sounds echoed.
Suddenly, a blinding light erupted, as countless golden rays surged forth like a Great Sun aimed directly at Zuo Dao. Terrifying black holes appeared around the sphere of the Great Sun.
Although Beidu Liufeng had only flicked three fingers, those three fingers transformed into hundreds of piercing rays, their power worthy of the term "flick." The highly compressed rays converged to form a Great Sun that rolled toward Zuo Dao like a falling star.
"I am consumed by my own longing."
Zuo Dao once again raised the Xiangsi Sword and the Soul-Devouring Blade, striking fiercely at the rays of the Great Sun.
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