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"You don't need to do this; there's no way to escape now." Yu Qingsnow's expression was filled with pity, tears shimmering in her eyes as she looked at the young man, a pang of sorrow rising in her heart.
"I can escape! Give me the zither!" Zhao Yang's tone was firm as he held King Yu's Zither in his hands, shoving the nearly depleted Invisibility Talisman into Yu Qingsnow's palm. His face was warm with a gentle smile. "Trust me, once we get out, I'll find the strongest sect to join, and then I'll come looking for you!"
Zhao Yang made a promise to Yu Qingsnow, knowing that women, especially innocent ones, were most likely to believe such vows.
A surge of powerful Chaos True Qi flowed into Yu Qingsnow's body, its remarkable healing abilities immediately manifesting as it rapidly repaired the shattered meridians and damaged Foundation Stage within her. Surprise flickered in Yu Qingsnow's eyes as she looked at Zhao Yang. He moved with such speed that even the Nascent Soul Stage elders were left astounded. His movements clearly resembled the Divine Power of shrinking the earth to an inch.
Little did they know that Zhao Yang had exerted himself multiple times to escape the encirclement, causing one of the chaotic chains connecting his Foundation Cauldron to break. His origin was damaged, and the Perfect Foundation Cauldron tilted dangerously as chaotic currents surged around it, impacting his Qi Sea.
"Run!" Zhao Yang didn't look back at Yu Qingsnow. He suppressed the exhaustion from his True Qi depletion and the chaos within him as he fled in another direction, scattering zither strings behind him to distract the pursuing cultivators.
Yu Qingsnow fixed her gaze on the young man's retreating figure, engraving his image in her heart before she turned and fled swiftly.
"They've split up! King Yu's Zither is in that boy's hands! This way!" A cultivator shouted as he followed Zhao Yang, guided by the reflection of the copper mirror held by the high priest illuminating the sky.
Zhao Yang was severely injured; flying through the air was already a tremendous effort. He took out a Stone Hammer and used its weight manipulation technique to smash down on a group of approaching cultivators. A Divine Transformation Stage expert barely managed to evade him but retaliated with a flick of his finger, sending Zhao Yang flying and causing him to spit blood. His clothes were shredded, and King Yu's Zither shattered explosively in his grasp.
"Fake?!" A Nascent Soul Old Monster realized that King Yu's Zither was merely an imitation and stomped in frustration.
Immediately after, countless attacks rained down upon Zhao Yang, battering him like leaves caught in a storm, yet failing to break his physical form.
A Nascent Soul Stage elder gazed intently at Zhao Yang's resilient body, eyes gleaming with interest.
"Such a tough physique at such a young age; he's already nearing an indestructible body! He must have consumed Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures or cultivated some unparalleled divine technique—or perhaps he possesses an innate extraordinary physique!"
"Aren't you quite good at running? Keep running! Show us more tricks like Void Breaking Talismans or Invisibility Talismans!" Dragon Gate Sect Master Shi Qiankun said from above, looking down on Zhao Yang like an ant. His Divine Sense surged into Zhao Yang's mind, attempting to probe into his Sea of Consciousness while countless other Divine Senses invaded simultaneously.
Zhao Yang had previously read a small section about defenses for the Sea of Consciousness in the Secret Manuscript Building, but he hadn't had time to practice any techniques related to Divine Sense before all these events unfolded. With so many forces forcibly entering his mind, he found it impossible to defend himself. His brain felt like it was being churned violently; pain shot through him as even his formidable neural pathways began to fray under the strain.
Zhao Yang raised his right palm and suddenly struck his own temple, causing blood to flow from all seven orifices as he collapsed to the ground. Countless strands of Divine Sense were violently expelled from his Sea of Consciousness, leaving many powerful figures in the air with splitting headaches, their Primordial Spirits damaged and noses bleeding. They had never expected that a mere boy could resist the consciousness of so many people, and in such a brutal and self-destructive manner, expel the invading Divine Sense from his mind.
Even so, there were still experts who practiced Divine Sense that managed to glean some information.
"So the Spirit Pearl is with you!" the Crimson Robed Wanderer exclaimed. He had cultivated Divine Sense for nearly a century, making it extraordinarily powerful. He had searched through countless low-level cultivators' minds for what he needed, and anyone he had probed could not withstand the torment of their Sea of Consciousness being stirred, turning into idiots. "He even has the Ice Soul Seal, Earth Fire Seal, and the Holy Fruit of Yuan Yang... and more..."
As the Crimson Robed Wanderer spoke, his expression suddenly changed. He recalled a scene from when Zhao Yang had learned a fragment of the Imperial Scripture—a black-clad woman of extraordinary beauty crushing five beings with incredible cultivation levels. Only one young Divine General was nearly obliterated in body and soul.
"What kind of existence is this..." the Crimson Robed Wanderer stammered.
"What did you see?" the others asked, filled with curiosity.
Shi Qiankun also caught a glimpse of a fragment of Zhao Yang's recent memories and sensed that this boy was unusual; perhaps the secrets he held were even more astonishing than those of the Dragon Pearl!
"Refine the soul and observe his Sea of Consciousness!" Shi Qiankun commanded the priest behind him to step forward and use soul-searching techniques to view Zhao Yang's memories completely. However, forcibly extracting a cultivator's memories could lead to confusion and inflict trauma on one's own Divine Sense.
Zhao Yang's eyes turned blood red as he stared coldly at Shi Qiankun. "Shi Qiankun, right? You and Shiyunsheng are truly a pair of wicked father and son—insidious and vicious to the core."
During their escape, Nangong Wuxin had already informed everyone about Shiyunsheng's ability to seize others' foundational roots, warning them to be cautious if they managed to escape.
"You are both just worthless trash," Shi Qiankun said expressionlessly, seemingly indifferent to Zhao Yang mentioning Shiyunsheng, belittling him in his words.
Zhao Yang coughed up blood, feeling his True Qi waning and vitality draining away. His injuries were severe; having resorted to self-harm to expel others' Divine Sense from his mind, many bones in his body were already broken, most of his meridians destroyed, and his Foundation Cauldron collapsing. It was clear he could not survive much longer.
"If you want to know my memories, you won't get them!" Zhao Yang glared at the priests surrounding him who were chanting spells to search his soul, raising his right palm resolutely—he would rather die than let anyone access his memories.
"Stop him! Don't let him commit suicide!" one cultivator shouted. At that moment, everyone attempted to restrain Zhao Yang; however, he was immensely powerful and employed both lightness and heaviness techniques through Power Rules—no one could move him an inch!
"Master, you bastard! What kind of broken thing is this Chaotic Root you gave me? It's so hard to cultivate!" Zhao Yang lamented sadly before taking his own life, still grumbling about Sun Wukong for having taken him as a disciple only to leave him with some items before disappearing without a trace.
However, at that moment, Zhao Yang suddenly felt a sharp pain at the back of his head. A familiar aura enveloped him, and from the back of his skull, a strand of Monkey Hair slowly floated out. The Monkey Hair shimmered in the sunlight; though small, it radiated an overwhelming force capable of tearing apart the sky. In an instant, everyone was frozen in place, and all things fell silent, including the powerful figures present at the Nascent Soul Stage.
A Divine Monkey stood upright beside Zhao Yang, its face furry with a thunderous mouth—three parts human and seven parts beast. Clad in Golden Battle Armor, it stood alone in the world, exuding an oppressive aura that dominated the universe.
"Master..." Zhao Yang thought he was seeing an illusion before death and weakly called out before losing consciousness.
The Divine Monkey remained silent, gazing at Zhao Yang as it blew out a stream of colorful energy to protect him. Then, with a fierce glint in its eyes, it scanned the surroundings. With a mere lift of its hand, it struck down towards the ground.
Water dripped into a deep pool, and the heavens lost their color.
Far away, a Little Beast stood atop the head of a White Tiger Demon King, nibbling on a Holy Fruit pulsating with intense spiritual energy. Upon hearing the tremendous roar from thousands of miles away, it looked up with its cheeks stuffed full and saw the torn sky and the massive rolling mushroom cloud.
"Chirp Chirp?"
In the next moment, a colossal wave of light surged from afar. The forest was uprooted, mountains split apart, all reduced to flat land. The force blew the White Tiger Demon King off its feet, burying it in the ground. The once-mighty creature met a tragic end on the spot, its eyes filled with terror as they bulged wide.
The Little Beast flipped over and spat out the Holy Fruit from its mouth. It glanced at the other half of the now-dirtied Holy Fruit lying in a pile of sand and shook its tiny fists while making chirping sounds. With a furious kick, it darted toward the source of the explosion with speed like a shooting star, looking indignant as if it were going to settle accounts with whoever had caused such a commotion.
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