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"Who are you?!" The Sea Viewing Pavilion Master watched in disbelief as his disciple was effortlessly defeated by Yang Sanqian. The two Guardian-level experts he had painstakingly invited from the Star Observation Pavilion had also fallen to this woman, barely able to put up a fight.
"I am the master of Yaochi, Jiyao," she replied coldly. "I have long heard that those from the Eastern Wasteland practice ancient methods, dating back to the Pre-Qin Alchemist era. It is said that when cultivated to the highest realm, one can forge stars and attain immortality. I have always wanted to witness it for myself."
The Sea Viewing Pavilion Master declared, "Since you seek death, do not blame the Old Man for being merciless!"
In an instant, the Sea Viewing Pavilion Master vanished, his aura flickering. A gust of palm wind surged from behind him, but Jiyao turned around and met it with her own palm. The Sea Viewing Pavilion Master disappeared again.
Yang Sanqian shook his head. As the void rippled once more, he suddenly inscribed a line of incantation in blood before him. The Blood Curse sealed off the void, causing space to tremble as the Sea Viewing Pavilion Master was trapped within, unable to escape.
Yang Sanqian twirled his right index finger, causing the void to invert. The Blood Curse space contracted, and with a sudden squeeze, a scream erupted from the Sea Viewing Pavilion Master as he fell from the void.
Jiyao chuckled lightly. "It seems you are indeed seeking revenge without gathering information first, using such primitive Void Techniques in front of the Yang Family."
Yang Sanqian looked at the self-satisfied Sea Viewing Pavilion Master and said, "The ancient methods of Qi Refinement have their merits; some forbidden techniques remain so even today. However, Void Techniques have been refined over thousands of years. What you did was akin to probing into someone else's mind and facing backlash—it's like hitting a stone with an egg."
The Sea Viewing Pavilion Master roared in anger, shaking his body violently as Dao Qi erupted from him, breaking free from Yang Sanqian's Blood Curse restraints. He stirred his palms, causing mountains and rivers to tremble; suddenly, the entire area turned eerily cold and dark as the Sea Viewing Pavilion Master vanished once more.
"It seems he has entered a domain he set up. I've heard that Refiners can cultivate certain domains where they are nearly god-like and invincible among equals," Jiyao remarked.
Yang Sanqian frowned as he observed the suddenly dimming surroundings and moved closer to Jiyao, wary of the Sea Viewing Pavilion Master's potential ambush against her.
Suddenly, a wave of light surged toward them like crashing waves. Yang Sanqian unleashed his Dao Qi to shield himself in front of Jiyao. The light pierced through him; he grunted softly as he was struck by an attack within this domain. His ears perked up as he listened intently, sensing someone approaching like a wave behind him.
Using his finger like a sword, Yang Sanqian turned and thrust it backward in a swift motion. The sword energy pierced through both the person and the wave of light with a loud pop as the human form within the wave shattered apart.
"Something's wrong," Yang Sanqian thought, sensing the danger. Before he could react, a powerful strike hit him from behind, causing him to spit out blood.
"It seems that you are not as impressive as I expected within this domain!" the Sea Viewing Pavilion Master remarked.
Suddenly, a brilliant beam of light shot through the area, resembling a sword's aura, aimed at Jiyao. Jiyao summoned the Water Moon Mirror, its radiance illuminating the surroundings. The sword aura dissipated instantly and retreated.
In the dimness, both Yang Sanqian and Jiyao found their powers greatly diminished, unable to detect the Sea Viewing Pavilion Master's position. Within this domain, they felt severely restricted, as if thrown into the depths of the ocean, surrounded by liquid that hindered their movements.
With a thud, Yang Sanqian was sent flying but quickly regained his footing. He noticed an attack directed at Jiyao and rushed to shield her. Anger flared in his eyes as he stood still, and suddenly, a golden figure burst forth from within him, piercing through the Sea Viewing Pavilion Master's body.
The domain vanished, revealing a clear landscape once more. In front of Yang Sanqian stood the unmoving form of the Sea Viewing Pavilion Master. Behind him loomed a golden Dao Body, radiating with vibrant colors like a rainbow.
As Yang Sanqian's Dao Body returned, the Sea Viewing Pavilion Master was struck with terror. He took a step back but found himself rooted to the spot, unable to move.
Yang Sanqian blew gently at the Sea Viewing Pavilion Master, extinguishing his Soul Lamp and dissipating his energy.
In ancient times, Refiners practiced without a Qi Sea. Yang Sanqian's Dao Body allowed him to perceive what ordinary people could not; he saw three lamps floating on the Sea Viewing Pavilion Master's shoulder, representing his essence, spirit, and energy. With a mere breath, he extinguished all three lamps, causing the Sea Viewing Pavilion Master to lose his life instantly.
The Yang Family Book had been passed down since before ancient times when Refiners were dominant. This technique involved directly extinguishing another's Soul Lamp and Dao Qi through breath. Even divine beings could be defeated if they bore three Soul Lamps on their shoulders; anyone practicing the Blowing Immortal Technique could snuff them out in one breath. Though this ancient method had evolved over time—humans no longer possessed Soul Lamps—the Blowing Immortal Technique remained one of the top three techniques in the book.
Yang Sanqian and Jiyao looked at the pale-faced Sea Viewing Pavilion Master before igniting his physical form with Dao Fire and continuing deeper into the Eastern Wasteland.
Meanwhile, at Qilian Mountain's Underworld Entrance, Wu observed waves of Yin Soldiers emerging from the Underworld and murmured to himself, "So many Yin Soldiers—it's endless! Logically speaking, the Underworld Entrance has not been sealed for years. Yin Soldiers should fear sunlight; yet here they are in broad daylight."
Some of the Yin Soldiers were smoking from being burned by the power of the sun, yet they seemed indifferent, even as flames erupted from their bodies, as if they had no sense of pain at all.
"I can't just stand by; I have to go in," Wu thought. "Along the way, it's either Yin Soldiers or villagers turned into new Corpse Demons. At this rate, it will be the end of the world." With a gust of wind at his feet, he moved like lightning and jumped into the Underworld.
In the Underworld, surrounded by the Yin River, Wu stood at the edge of a cliff at the Underworld Entrance. He gazed down at the eternal flow of the Yin River and looked toward the distant Underworld City, which had become a desolate ruin. The city walls were shattered, palaces collapsed, and groups of Yin Soldiers crossed a wooden bridge not far from him.
Wu swung his hand toward the wooden bridge and instantly severed it. The bridge fell into the Yin River and disappeared without a trace.
The advance of the Yin Soldiers was obstructed; many were trapped on the opposite bank. Some pushed and fell into the river, unable to resurface.
Wu felt a surge of joy, thinking he had prevented an apocalyptic calamity. But soon after, many Yin Soldiers carrying long boards approached, quickly erecting ten wooden bridges over the Yin River.
"Damn it!" Wu cursed, feeling increasingly embarrassed as he realized he had only accelerated the world's destruction.
At that moment, Wu suddenly sensed something unusual behind him. He turned around to see an old man flying through the air, his form ghostly and ethereal.
Wu was terrified because the figure approaching was none other than Yang Xuanzong, the head of the Yang Family.
"Yang Xuanzong, what are you doing here?" Wu thought Yang Xuanzong was dead and his soul had arrived here. "Wait, when mortals die, their souls descend to the Underworld. But Yang Xuanzong is a Taoist master; his soul is his Dao Body. If his Dao Body were destroyed, then there would be no soul left for Yang Xuanzong. This is impossible!"
Yang Xuanzong smiled lightly. As he approached Wu, he suddenly struck down with his palm toward Wu's head. Wu dodged, but his foot slipped and he fell into the Yin River in the Deep Valley behind him.
"Hmm?" Yang Xuanzong was astonished; he hadn't expected Wu to fall into the river. He leaned over to look down but saw no sign of Wu on the sheer cliff face. Behind him, Wu slowly emerged from below and thrust a sword toward Yang Xuanzong's back. The moment the sword tip touched Yang Xuanzong's body, Wu felt nothingness ahead; the sword tip passed right through Yang Xuanzong's form.
Yang Xuanzong turned and walked towards Wu. Wu stepped back, frowning, unsure of what was happening before him. Yang Xuanzong seemed to penetrate through his own body, leaving Wu both shocked and terrified, convinced he was seeing ghosts.
Yang Xuanzong spoke, "Old Man, I've been chasing you all this way just to borrow your Linglong Tower for a while."
"You can talk. It seems you are indeed Yang Xuanzong himself. As the Yang Family Head, what do you want with my tower? Is it that precious?" Wu asked proudly as he looked at Yang Xuanzong.
Without a word, Yang Xuanzong unleashed a Transcendent Hand, summoning clouds and rain as he struck towards Wu.
Wu stared at the descending hand, clenched his fist, and smashed it against the massive hand. Yang Xuanzong appeared to have anticipated this; his expression turned grim as he withdrew the Daoist Arts of the Transcendent Hand and reached out to grab Wu's neck.
Wu stepped back, and at the moment Yang Xuanzong landed, black and white runes lit up beneath his feet—it was the Yin-Yang Binding Technique. Now in the mid-stage of the Dao Fruit Realm and possessing the Linglong Pagoda, Wu felt no fear against someone from the Mahayana Realm.
Wu swiftly drew his sword and pierced it through Yang Xuanzong's neck, but the blade passed right through him, causing Wu to nearly topple over.
"What just happened? Your body momentarily became intangible. Did you learn the Daoist Arts from the Yang Family Book?" Wu asked.
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