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The thirteen experts at the Nascent Soul Stage did not manage to capture Huang Long Laodao, and they felt a deep sense of humiliation. With so many peers failing to catch a few young ghosts, their anger was reaching a boiling point. Those who considered themselves significant figures were particularly concerned about their reputation; to them, losing face was often more important than losing their lives.
As a result, the thirteen Primordial Infant experts unleashed their fury on the remaining members of the Myriad Spirit Sect. The ground cracked, vegetation turned to ash, and fierce winds howled. No matter how agile the few remaining members were, they could not evade such indiscriminate attacks.
A massive crimson hand descended from the sky like a mountain, causing trees to shatter and magma to erupt from the ground. The members of the Myriad Spirit Sect were knocked back, spitting blood. As soon as they fell, they scrambled to their feet and desperately fled, but more cultivators were closing in amidst the chaos.
Under immense pressure, the Dragon Gate Sect Master reappeared, exuding an overwhelming presence. A stunning punch pierced through the darkness, blocking their escape route.
Ji Wudao raised his giant halberd and unleashed his strongest boundless light in an attempt to block it. However, this punch felt like a falling sun to him—impossible to withstand. In an instant, his body shattered, his arms went limp, and he could no longer fight. He had severely depleted his True Qi; if he forced himself to continue battling, his Primordial Spirit would soon wither away.
A terrifying sword light shot towards Ji Wudao's forehead, swift as a Flood Dragon and unstoppable, illuminating the world as it aimed to kill him.
"Master!" Sixth Elder shouted, her face smeared with blood. Normally serious, she now appeared tragic as she recklessly lunged at Ji Wudao. The sword light pierced through her; even her strongest True Qi defense could not withstand it by half an inch. Without hesitation, Sixth Elder pushed Ji Wudao aside, dying in silence.
"Master!" Yu Qingsnow cried out, her expression sorrowful and her beauty striking.
"What should we do?" Zhao Yang's mind was calm amidst the chaos. He surveyed the battlefield filled with flames and saw his companions on the brink of death. Enlightenment Realm had descended upon them. He analyzed the situation coolly. "The power gap is too vast; fighting head-on is impossible. Our only option is to escape. I still have three talismans given by Elder Ji; I wonder if they will work against experts at the Nascent Soul Stage."
Zhao Yang pulled out three differently colored life-saving talismans that Ji Wudao had given him earlier. The gray one was a Smoke Talisman used to confuse enemies' vision while also blocking Divine Sense. The white one was an Invisibility Talisman that could render someone invisible for an incense stick's duration—about an hour—sufficient time to fly thousands of miles away and evade Divine Sense tracking. The blue one was a Void Breaking Talisman that allowed instant relocation up to a hundred miles away when danger approached.
Carrying the unconscious Ji Wudao on his back, Zhao Yang saw runes filling the sky as ice and fire clashed above him. Countless attacks surged toward him again. He immediately infused True Qi into the gray Smoke Talisman; the smoke not only obscured vision but also blocked Divine Sense. Otherwise, merely blocking sight would be of little use at night since various magical artifacts could illuminate everything.
Zhao Yang led Long Xiao Wu, Yu Qingsnow, and Gorilla as they fled into the air while trying to avoid detection by the cultivator army below.
They had escaped for half an hour, evading the search of Divine Sense time and again.
A few of them were hiding by a cliff, their faces still pale with fear.
"They're here, Sect Master! I've found them!" a cultivator shouted, calling for his master to come and capture them. They no longer dared to confront the remnants of the Myriad Spirit Sect alone; there were at least eight thousand casualties along the way, most of them killed by the disciples of the Myriad Spirit Sect. Especially that stunningly beautiful female demon, whose music sent heads flying and instilled terror in the hearts of Foundation Establishment Stage cultivators.
Soon, a dark mass of cultivators surged from all directions. Zhao Yang held the Azure Breakthrough Talisman tightly in his hand. He knew that the Void Breaking Talisman could only teleport one person several hundred miles away. Previously, the Demon Hunter Supreme and Ji Wudao had used the Hundred-Mile Talisman for group teleportation, which was far more powerful than the Void Breaking Talisman. He hesitated over whom to use it on; perhaps he could abandon Gorilla, but after this escape, Zhao Yang had come to see Gorilla as a friend. Despite her fearsome appearance and ferocity, she was undeniably a kind-hearted girl. Several times during their flight from the cultivators, Gorilla had shielded Yu Qingsnow and Scholar Xiu with her strong form.
Zhao Yang was torn inside, unsure whether to use the Void Breaking Talisman on himself, Long Xiao Wu, the breathtaking Yu Qingsnow, Ji Wudao whose fate was uncertain behind him, or this not-so-important Gorilla.
They exchanged silent glances as the approaching army of cultivators loomed closer. Yu Qingsnow gently summoned King Yu's Zither, her fingers lightly pressing on the seventh string, contemplating a desperate measure.
"Miss, don't," Gorilla said as she grasped Yu Qingsnow's wrist and shook her head.
"Zhao Yang, can you escape?" Long Xiao Wu asked anxiously at that moment.
"I don't know," Zhao Yang replied with a shake of his head; he truly wasn't sure if he could get away.
"Ride on my back later!" Long Xiao Wu said something that left everyone puzzled. She quickly began forming seals with her hands while silently chanting incantations. Soon, something extraordinary began to happen to her body.
"Second Seal, Release!" A loud crack echoed from within Long Xiao Wu as if something had shattered. In an instant, her cultivation level surged to the False Dan realm of Foundation Establishment Great Perfection! The False Dan realm referred to when a Foundation Stage Cultivator reached perfection in Foundation Establishment Stage; their True Qi would overflow enough to rival even low-level Core Formation Stage cultivators. However, since it wasn't true Core Formation, it was called False Dan.
"What are you doing, Xiao Wu? Are you self-destructing?" Zhao Yang's eyes widened as he watched Long Xiao Wu's already plump body swell even further. Her skin began to ooze blood, revealing patches of dazzling golden light.
"Dragon Seal, release!" A strange sound echoed from within Long Xiao Wu, like the shattering of glass. Pain etched across her face as her skin cracked inch by inch, scales erupted all over her body, and her features twisted into a fierce visage. Her fangs protruded, and her neck began to stretch—longer, and longer.
"Oh my god, a snake! A snake! Xiao Wu, you were actually a snake spirit! Help, help!" Zhao Yang's scream pierced the air. His greatest fear was snakes; upon seeing the elongated creature, he was overwhelmed with terror and disgust. Sweat stood on end on his body, and goosebumps erupted all over him. Without a second thought for his dignity, he turned and fled.
Suddenly, dark clouds gathered in the sky, lightning flashed, and countless thunderbolts struck down, sending numerous cultivators tumbling in chaos as the ground shook violently.
A hundred-meter-long Golden Dragon appeared against the mountainside. The earth trembled as boulders fell from the cliffside, and the dragon's body shimmered with radiant light.
Not only Zhao Yang but also Yu Qingsnow and Gorilla widened their eyes in shock. Even the hundreds of thousands of cultivators nearby, including experts at the Nascent Soul Stage, were left dumbfounded.
However, what was somewhat perplexing was that this golden giant dragon had a slightly rounded head that resembled an enormous golden apple. Its two short, tender horns gave it an oddly cute appearance—an adjective that seemed out of place for a dragon. Yet this dragon exuded a certain clumsiness and charm. Even more bewildering was that its belly was significantly thicker than the rest of its body, clearly marking it as a plump dragon.
"Come to me!" The Golden Dragon spoke in human language with a voice reminiscent of a cooing child. With a flick of its tail, it swept aside tens of thousands of cultivators and charged toward Zhao Yang and Yu Qingsnow's location, lowering its massive body.
The climax is about to unfold! With hundreds of thousands of cultivators in pursuit, can Long Xiao Wu, transformed into a Golden Dragon, lead everyone to safety?
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