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Boom!
A chasm appeared on the ground, stretching a thousand feet long and thirty feet deep. Nangong Wuxin, Long Xiao Wu, and Scholar Xiu were blasted away from the defensive barrier, landing beside the ravine. Ji Wudao's protected Sixth Elder, Yu Qingsnow, and Gorilla were thrown to the other side. Zhao Yang had previously transmitted a message to escape Ji Wudao's protection and soared into the air.
"Master, use your Divine Sense to check if there are any others around. As long as it's just him, I have a fifty-fifty chance of killing this Yuan Lei Sect Leader with your help," Zhao Yang transmitted.
Ji Wudao's expression flickered with an inexplicable light. Although he was skeptical, he knew this was not the time for doubts. He immediately activated Divine Sense Detection within a hundred-mile radius, his face growing grim as he said, "If it weren't for me and the Elder holding them off, it wouldn't take half a stick of incense for those Nascent Soul Experts to catch up." Within his Divine Sense, countless cultivators were rushing over—at least several hundred thousand. Some were so powerful that their levels were unfathomable. A sense of despair crept into his heart as he continued, "In fact, not all these experts are here for the Spirit Pearl; they might also be after our Myriad Spirit Sect's ancestral Dragon Pearl."
Finally revealing this secret, Ji Wudao recalled how he had been informed of it when he inherited the position of sect leader. The Eternal Flood Dragon had been besieged by countless cultivators in the cultivation world thousands of years ago and was severely injured. It later fled to the foot of Myriad Spirit Sect's mountain, where it was discovered and killed by the Myriad Spirit Sect Patriarch. The Patriarch took its inner core and concealed it in the Burial Dragon Pool. Upon discovering that the Eternal Flood Dragon's inner core had evolved into a Dragon Pearl capable of granting extraordinary abilities—including allowing one to ascend to the heavenly realm instantly—the Patriarch realized that even though the Eternal Flood Dragon was gravely wounded, it was still not something a single person could contend with. The Patriarch himself had also been injured; his Celestial Root was destroyed, preventing him from absorbing Spirit Energy and halting his cultivation progress.
However, that Flood Dragon's realm was too high; to consume the Dragon Pearl required corresponding Tribulation Periods. Ji Wudao had long suspected that there must be some grand conspiracy behind this—was someone in Zhongzhou attempting to Transcend Tribulation?
"You guessed correctly, Ji Xiaoer. It seems you're not as dull as you look; you can understand what you're facing," said the Yuan Lei Sect Leader with violet eyes clad in blue armor, lightning crackling around him as his robes fluttered.
"If you want it so easily, come and take it!" Zhao Yang hovered in mid-air, confronting him with flowing long hair and an unyielding expression.
"You little ant! How dare you speak to me like that in front of your elders?" A booming voice echoed across the area as the Yuan Lei Sect Leader attempted to suppress Zhao Yang with sheer power, trying to force him down into the chasm.
Yet he found that the young man before him remained unaffected. Intrigued, he asked, "Interesting. How did you manage to break free from my suppression?"
"Too bad you won't have the chance to find out! Now, attack!" Zhao Yang shouted as he charged toward the Yuan Lei Sect Leader. He had already activated Enlightenment Realm and could perfectly control the situation.
"Hmph! You don't know your place." A massive hand crackling with lightning descended from above. Zhao Yang used Time Walk to dodge aside and declared to the Yuan Lei Sect Leader, "I’ll turn you into a sheep!"
After more than two years, Zhao Yang once again employed the Seventy-Third Transformation taught by Sun Wukong. The Transform into Sheep Technique unleashed was unstoppable and undefendable; no matter how much higher an enemy's cultivation level was compared to that of the caster, they would surely be transformed into a sheep for at least three seconds—hence its title: Absolute Sheep Transformation.
"My True Qi?!" The Yuan Lei Sect Leader's eyes widened in terror as he realized he could no longer control his body; his True Qi rapidly dissipated while his form began to shrink slowly.
A faint, slightly terrified bleat of a sheep echoed in everyone's ears.
"Quickly!"
Ji Wudao and the Grand Elder, both experts at the Divine Transformation Stage, were already prepared. Seeing that Zhao Yang had succeeded, they transformed into streaks of light, rushing towards the Yuan Lei Sect Leader with an almost imperceptible speed. The Yuan Lei Sect Leader, who was more focused on escaping than defending, found himself trapped in the center, enduring the piercing strikes from both Ji Wudao and the Grand Elder!
However, it seemed that the Yuan Lei Sect Leader was not dead. From the shattered area of his heart emerged a small golden sheep, about the size of a finger, shimmering with radiant light!
Bang—! Bang bang bang...
With a resounding crash, Zhao Yang unleashed the Raging Wind Hammer Technique upon the golden Little Sheep, raining down blows that smashed both the sheep and the golden creature into pieces.
Seven seconds later, a massive shockwave erupted, sending Zhao Yang, Ji Wudao, and the Grand Elder flying. They had not anticipated that after the death of a Primordial Infant expert, another Primordial Infant could explode on its own. Fortunately, the Primordial Infant from Yuan Thunder Sect had already transformed into a Little Sheep, reducing its power by nearly a hundred times; otherwise, everything within ten miles would have turned to dust.
Shock! In a situation where their strengths differed by hundreds of times, they had managed to kill a super expert at the Nascent Soul Stage—a leader of Hidden Gate. The credit for this feat almost entirely belonged to this young man who was only at the Foundation Establishment Stage.
A miraculous technique that defied all levels!
"What kind of technique can disregard the rules of cultivation?" The Grand Elder still couldn't believe it, as if witnessing something utterly astonishing for the first time in his life.
"Run! Someone's coming!" Before they could savor their victory, Ji Wudao led everyone forward in haste.
However, they were completely unaware of the might of a Nascent Soul Stage cultivator. Although their speed was not as fast as an instant thousand-mile dash, they could vanish and reappear with each step, covering vast distances effortlessly.
As a group of Nascent Soul Stage veterans closed in on them, the Grand Elder suddenly stopped without saying a word. He stood tall and resolute, his white hair billowing and his robe fluttering.
"Old man, hurry up and go!" Zhao Yang shouted desperately. Despite his previous grievances against the Grand Elder for targeting him twice, when faced with life-and-death moments, he saw how decisively the Grand Elder stayed behind to block powerful enemies to buy them time to escape. Those minor issues were no longer on his mind.
The Grand Elder ignored them, his eyes filled with whites as he turned away.
"Let's go!" Ji Wudao choked out, commanding everyone to move quickly.
The group, filled with sorrow, no longer hesitated and turned to advance swiftly. Zhao Yang took one last glance at the elderly man, who stood tall despite his old age, etching the image into his heart.
"Master, escaping like this isn't a solution. The experts at the Nascent Soul Stage move too quickly. Our people are all injured and have lost their fighting strength. We should split up; every one of us should escape if we can," Zhao Yang suggested, feeling helpless.
"We have already been locked onto by their Divine Sense," Ji Wudao replied weakly, shaking his head. His face grew paler; he had exhausted too much True Qi during their journey and had already taken some pills. Zhao Yang also handed him two Yuan Yang Fruits to consume.
"You can't escape anywhere!" A booming voice thundered as the Dragon Gate Sect Master suddenly appeared before them, followed by several gray-haired elders resembling priests, all with disheveled hair and strange symbols on their foreheads.
One of the priests, whose pupils displayed a Star-Moon Pattern, said, "According to our divination, the Spirit Pearl is on them. As for the Dragon Pearl, it may not be here, but someone among them must know."
"Then use the Soul Refinement Technique to make them tell us!" the Dragon Gate Sect Master said coldly, his tone vicious.
Several priests surrounded the members of Myriad Spirit Sect, chanting incantations. A strange connection formed between each priest as lightning flickered and spells echoed. They prepared to unleash their most vicious soul-searching techniques to turn the Myriad Spirit Sect members into idiots who would obey their commands and reveal all secrets.
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