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The Northern Crossing Immortal found a perfect successor for himself. Although Zuo Dao was not interested in Northern Crossing, he felt happy for him deep down. After all, he had received a significant benefit.
There was no need for him to worry about Yan Zhen; what he needed now was patience—waiting for Yan Zhen and the others to emerge, waiting for the Outer Sect Disciples to come out.
The Cold Pools at his feet were spatial nodes, each one a passageway. All those recognized by the Treasure Path emerged from here. However, it remained uncertain how many of the hundreds of Cold Pools would ultimately yield individuals.
Suddenly, Zuo Dao felt a bit disinterested. He wasn't sure if it was fatigue or simply boredom, but he found himself losing interest in the affairs of the world.
Yet, it wasn't long before he snapped back to attention. This phenomenon was new to him—a kind of inertia, a subtle influence that breached his defenses when he was least prepared. It was also a great enemy to any Cultivator.
He never expected that spending too much time in this space would lead to such issues, and Zuo Dao couldn't help but mock himself.
The army was formidable, but after Northern Crossing Qing had endured the most challenging phase, he began to reveal his fierce visage and honed muscles.
Combat required not only invincible strength but also exceptional skill. Faced with the army's assault, Northern Crossing Qing began to realize the importance of technique for the first time.
The momentum of his spear shifted from Dragon's Dance to Dragon's Roar. At this point, he no longer aimed to compress his attacks; what he needed now was sheer quantity.
One ferocious beast after another erupted from the spear's tip, lunging forward to tear into the army with wild abandon. If you could kill one, I would send ten; if you could slay ten, I would overwhelm you with a hundred.
As long as his attacks reached a certain magnitude, Northern Crossing Qing believed he could tear a hole in the enemy's formation. Once their ranks were disrupted, numbers would no longer be an issue.
The monstrous horde ahead charged forward on its own; why fear this mere Thousand!
Thousand Slash!
This became Northern Crossing Qing's new goal. He suddenly realized that he had grown fond of this place—the endless slaughter allowed him to vent the pressures building within his heart.
He had been suppressed for too long. Ever since he appeared in the Northern Crossing family, he had never truly been himself, constantly subjected to control.
Now, in this environment, if he couldn't vent the repression within him, he feared what would happen if he ever exploded. Being killed would be the best outcome; worse would be being turned into a guardian puppet by his own kin.
It wasn't just him; all the cultivators involved in Treasure Path revealed their truest selves.
The world is full of complexities and harsh realities.
At this moment, Zuo Dao was also reflecting on himself. All along, apart from being treated like a pawn, he had not walked his own path. In other aspects, he faced no obstacles at all.
This journey could be described as smooth sailing, and it wouldn't be an exaggeration. The overly flat road had caused his heart to grow silent. If it weren't for the changes brought about by this environment, he wouldn't have noticed.
As for the second major human favor, Zuo Dao truly didn't know what to do. Although he was a pawn, all the chessmasters he had encountered so far had been selflessly giving to him.
He could guess that this game was vast, but how vast exactly, he couldn't answer. The benefits he had received so far were enough to drive countless cultivators mad with envy.
What exactly did they need him to do?
No one had the answer for him; perhaps once he made that move, the answer would be revealed!
Fan Yunxiu was also one of the lucky ones in this Treasure Path. After witnessing many cultivators fall before the Light Screen, she once thought her fate would be the same. She never expected to walk in safely.
However, what awaited her was an even greater danger.
Looking at the opponent before her—someone who looked exactly like her, with the same cultivation method and habits—she took a deep breath inwardly.
A person's greatest enemy is oneself; as long as one can conquer oneself, nothing in this world can pose a challenge anymore. She often heard this saying but had always regarded it as a joke in the past.
Now she finally understood the true meaning of it all.
It turned out that "self" was indeed very powerful. A knife, as solid as a door, leaned against her in front of her, and she breathed heavily. The earlier struggle with "self" had taken quite a toll on her.
Yet the opponent was like an unyielding monster, showing no signs of fatigue whatsoever.
Fan Yunxiu knew she was different from other women; she lacked stunning beauty and a graceful figure. She wasn't unattractive, but she certainly wouldn't be considered beautiful either. Even male cultivators who specialized in physical prowess did not possess her direct and solid muscles.
Zuo Dao noticed that aside from Northern Crossing Qing, he was the first cultivator to take an interest in her, watching silently from above. He could see the deep-seated insecurity hidden in her eyes, as well as the flickers of jealousy.
She was a female cultivator with a story, though she could hardly be called a talented cultivator; however, she was undoubtedly a diligent one.
From Fan Yunxiu's movements, Zuo Dao seemed to see a strong woman practicing earnestly in the silent depths of night and at dawn when the sun first rose, wielding that knife which could only be described as a door panel, sweating profusely as she trained hard.
While other women were busy grooming themselves or enjoying their beauty routines, she never ceased her cultivation.
Zuo Dao knew that when she emerged from the darkness within her heart, what awaited her would be a brilliance akin to the Great Sun.
Fan Yunxiu paused for just a moment to catch her breath before gripping the thick knife handle again and charging forward once more. She had no good cultivation methods or favorable training environment. Reaching her current realm was entirely due to her relentless training over the past one hundred years.
Since she became aware of herself, she knew she was different from other girls. Born into an ordinary family with mortal parents, while other girls were spoiled in their parents' arms, she had to rely on her own legs because her parents could no longer carry her.
A chance encounter set her on this path of cultivation, and from that moment on, she cast everything aside and devoted herself wholeheartedly to the monotonous life of training.
When she finally achieved success in her cultivation and looked back, she found that there were no relatives left by her side.
Having never experienced familial love, she felt even more lonely and insecure. This time, she came with a heart prepared for death but unexpectedly stumbled upon the Treasure Path amidst the twists of fate.
The clash of blades sparked tiny embers into the air. Each strike left deep footprints in the ground, a testament to the immense power behind them.
Fan Yunxiu realized she was facing an emotionless "self," one that knew her even better than she knew herself. No matter how she attacked, her opponent seemed to anticipate her moves.
In frustration, she let out a string of curses. Yet, that "self" maintained a cold expression, completely unaffected by her outburst.
Zuo Dao nearly burst into laughter at this scene; this girl was incredibly fierce, cursing at an entity that was not even alive.
Gradually, Fan Yunxiu began to lose confidence. This was impossible! She felt utterly dominated by that twisted version of herself. For the first time, she questioned why she had worked so hard in her cultivation; even if she slacked off a bit, that counterpart would only grow stronger!
As the battle raged on below, Zuo Dao above began to contemplate how to recruit this formidable girl into his team. She was a promising talent, incredibly diligent. Given that she had reached this realm without any systematic knowledge, he felt compelled to give her an opportunity.
“Shui Wuxin, purity leads to ice. Ice is heartless; when it melts, it becomes rain. In the great and minute, those who perceive will see; in Yu Guan, the microscopic reveals itself.” The cryptic and profound words echoed in Fan Yunxiu's ears.
Upon hearing them, every hair on her body stood on end.
In the midst of chaos, she suddenly shouted, “Who’s there?”
Zuo Dao nearly stumbled at her reaction. He had meant well by trying to alert her, but he hadn’t expected such a response. Fortunately, Fan Yunxiu quickly regained her composure.
It seemed like a very advanced Cultivation Method; her internal spiritual energy began to fluctuate with each phrase spoken. The words swirled within her body as if they were tangible objects.
Resonance.
Suddenly, Fan Yunxiu thought of this term. As a Loose Cultivator, she had not encountered many opportunities, but she knew quite a bit about various legends and obscure tales. Among them were some insights regarding resonance.
There are many advanced Cultivation Methods that resonate with the host during their training. This not only requires great fortune but also a strong comprehension.
However, Fan Yunxiu knew that none of this had anything to do with her. Yet, this phenomenon was strikingly similar to the resonance described in legends. There was simply no time for her to think further. Years of cultivation had instilled in her an instinct that allowed her to enter a state of cultivation at any moment. Moreover, there was the resonance.
The large blade, as heavy as a door, rolled in her hands. At this moment, she was not only cultivating instinctively but also fighting instinctively. Each move was no longer deliberate; instead, there was a sense of freedom in her techniques.
With her eyes closed, she did not see the expression of the "self" opposite her, which for the first time revealed a hint of emotion—confusion and bewilderment.
With only her instincts remaining, the "self" across from her could no longer sense her actions.
At this point, Zuo Dao once again played the role of the indifferent Shopkeeper. He finally understood why the Sour Old Man enjoyed teaching this way; it was truly exhilarating. It was completely an irresponsible method, and he felt no burden at all.
He knew that as long as Fan Yunxiu emerged from the Cold Pool, she would definitely slip out of his grasp.
Fan Yunxiu's situation made him realize a great opportunity; there were plenty of talents below. Even if he couldn't claim them all for himself, having a few would be beneficial.
After leaving Fan Yunxiu behind, Zuo Dao finally discovered something he could do. He immediately took action, starting to weave through the crowd in the Cold Pool, searching for his targets.
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