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The faces of the crowd were filled with sorrow as they exchanged glances before facing their impending doom. The Gorilla sighed and said, "Miss, it seems we cannot return to Yuwang City. I am truly guilty for being unable to protect you."
Yu Qingsnow shook her head and smiled faintly at the Gorilla, indicating that she did not blame her.
Not far away, countless cultivators eager to seize the treasure were already closing in.
"Such speed! Luckily, Divine Sense has locked onto them."
"A bunch of trash thinks they can possess the treasures of the Cultivation Realm; they are just asking for death."
"The people from Dragon Seeking Gate are currently using soul-searching techniques on them. We will wait and see, ready to act when the time is right."
Each powerful figure harbored their own schemes, their eyes fixed hungrily on the encircled members of Myriad Spirit Sect, reveling in their misfortune.
Ji Wudao's gaze was resolute as he spoke, "What a gathering of heroes! So many sect leaders, masters, elders, and priests are willing to slaughter innocent disciples of Myriad Spirit Sect for treasure. You think you can use soul-searching techniques to find the Dragon Pearl? Not a chance!"
After Ji Wudao finished speaking, he raised his hand to strike his own crown chakra in an attempt to end his life. The crowd panicked and shouted loudly. They had learned that only the sect leaders of Myriad Spirit Sect throughout history were qualified to know the secret of the Dragon Pearl. If Ji Wudao destroyed his Primordial Spirit, they would likely lose this precious treasure.
"Wait! Don't be so quick to die," Zhao Yang said firmly as he grasped Ji Wudao's hand.
"You..." Ji Wudao was confused; given the current situation, he believed death was inevitable and saw no reason to prolong his life for others to search through his Divine Soul memories.
Zhao Yang gestured for Ji Wudao to remain silent and looked toward a plump figure in front of them who was muttering incantations.
At that moment, Long Xiao Wu was chanting softly, seemingly reciting spells alongside several nearby priests. In reality, he was casting a different spell meant to counteract the soul-searching technique.
"Ah! This Chubby one is quite interesting," remarked the Dragon Gate Sect Master with a hint of amusement. Suddenly, his expression changed drastically as he launched a punch. The might of his Primordial Infant stage was evident; it struck like a star colliding with the ground, creating a deafening explosion. The members of Myriad Spirit Sect closed their eyes in anticipation of death; however, it did not come. A faint golden protective barrier enveloped them, deflecting all of the Dragon Gate Sect Master's attack.
The onlookers were astonished as they saw a golden orb above Long Xiao Wu's head swaying precariously in mid-air, controlled by him.
What kind of treasure could withstand an attack from a Nascent Soul Stage expert without breaking?
"Dao Artifact?" someone questioned.
"It shouldn't be; it's rare to hear about anyone specifically crafting defensive Dao Artifacts. Dao Artifacts are made from Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures refined by supreme masters. Could this orb be made from leftover materials from crafting Dao Artifacts?" Many discussed among themselves, puzzled by the situation.
"Xiao Wu, are you alright?" Zhao Yang noticed that Long Xiao Wu's condition was dire. Although the Dragon Gate Sect Master's strike had not shattered the orb, it had caused Long Xiao Wu's skin to crack significantly.
"Don't die yet, hurry up and think of a way," Long Xiao Wu knew that at this moment, perhaps only Zhao Yang could help them escape death.
"Brother Shi, it seems that after so many years, your cultivation has regressed. You can't even break the magical artifact of a kid at the Foundation Establishment Stage. Let me handle this," an old man with a prominent jaw and a large mouth said.
"Get lost!" The Dragon Gate Sect Master felt humiliated after his failed attack and pushed back the mocking individual. He then unleashed another powerful punch, resembling a great sun crashing to the ground. With a thunderous sound, the golden bead shattered, and Long Xiao Wu's body suddenly cracked open, revealing a hint of golden light. Although faint, it caught the attention of many Nascent Soul Stage experts.
"Interesting. This kid seems unusual; he might not be human..." someone whispered, their voice reaching others and sparking various speculations.
Long Xiao Wu quickly removed the second Golden Bead and flicked it towards his head. The Golden Bead suddenly sprouted countless branches, and in an instant, vines covered the area for dozens of miles, isolating them from everyone else.
"Hurry up! The dense forest created by my second bead can block all Divine Sense. We have half an hour to escape," hope flickered in everyone's eyes as they exchanged glances and followed Long Xiao Wu as he flew forward.
However, just as they began to move, a raging fire ignited behind them. A Nascent Soul Stage expert used Samadhi True Fire to set the forest ablaze. Countless Flying Swords and various spells whizzed overhead, narrowly missing them at times.
"Xiao Wu, your big Gold Chain has a total of Nine Golden Orbs; it can't have nine different abilities, right?" Zhao Yang asked while running. "If you have anything else, hurry up and use it."
Long Xiao Wu shook his head. "I don't know about the other abilities; I told you I secretly took these from home. Right now, I can only use these two beads."
As soon as Long Xiao Wu finished speaking, he was knocked down by a massive fireball. The Gorilla, who was fleeing with Yu Qingsnow, saw a companion fall and immediately picked up Long Xiao Wu, placing him on his shoulder before sprinting away.
"Don't! Hey, I mean you!" Long Xiao Wu's face turned pale as he looked back at Zhao Yang's strange expression, fearing ridicule.
A giant tree suddenly blocked their path ahead with a thunderous crash. The group realized it was too late to turn back.
Long Xiao Wu's face turned awkward. "I'm sorry; I'm not familiar with this maze."
The others were speechless; they had been saved only to be led into a dead alley where they still faced death.
"I found them!" someone shouted as they discovered their trail.
Suddenly, the towering trees and vines were swept aside as a giant axe descended from above, aiming for the group.
Ji Wudao shouted loudly and raised the massive spear he had snatched from the Yuan Lei Sect Leader to counterattack.
Clang!
Ji Wudao's legs were instantly driven into the ground, blood pouring from his hands.
Ji Wudao gritted his teeth, a storm brewing within him as two enormous wings appeared behind him. He summoned a boundless hurricane, breaking through the only direction that lacked a Nascent Soul Stage cultivator, crashing through countless low-level cultivators who surrounded them, advancing for several thousand zhang.
Whoosh!
A cold light shot toward him; a giant sword flew through the air, aimed directly at Ji Wudao's back. Zhao Yang's Divine Sense was quick to catch the trajectory of the giant sword. He attempted to deflect it with a technique that required only a fingertip's weight, but he could only redirect the sword itself, not the sword's aura. The aura grazed his body, and had it not been for his indestructible physique, he would have likely been cleaved in two. His already injured body worsened, and the Foundation Cauldron within him shook violently.
"To withstand an attack from the Giant Sword Sect's leader, it seems the rest are all top-tier cultivators!" someone couldn't help but praise. A group of Nascent Soul Stage cultivators had been pursuing and trying to capture the remaining members of Myriad Spirit Sect for so long without success; it was truly a great humiliation.
One must understand that an ordinary Foundation Stage Cultivator faced with a Nascent Soul Stage cultivator was like comparing heaven and earth. The pressure from a Nascent Soul Stage cultivator alone could reduce low-level cultivators to dust; just stomping their foot could kill a large number of them.
Ji Wudao's enormous wings stirred up fierce wind blades that swept around them as he led everyone in their flight to escape. He had already sustained injuries, and if it weren't for his powerful mental strength resisting most of the pressure from the Nascent Soul Old Monsters, they wouldn't have been able to fly so quickly.
A crimson light cut through eight thousand zhang of sky, piercing through the cosmos from behind. Ji Wudao opened and closed his wings, enveloping everyone beneath them as they descended toward the ground. The red light pierced through him; blood spilled from Ji Wudao's mouth, yet he stifled any sound of pain. The group fell to the ground in a heap, Ji Wudao's Radiant Wings shattered, leaving a massive wound on his back.
"Leader!" everyone called out in unison. With Ji Wudao's agility, had he not protected them, they would have escaped danger long ago.
Ji Wudao said nothing as he wiped away the blood at the corner of his mouth. A large expanse of purple mist enveloped him as he lifted everyone back into the sky once more, relying solely on his willpower to sustain them.
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