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In the distance, several cultivators who had been secretly observing and waiting for an opportunity were taken aback when they saw Zhao Yang flying towards them, followed by the enormous Nine-Headed Bird that towered like a mountain. Their expressions turned grim, and they cursed loudly.
Zhao Yang chuckled to himself, fixating on the loudest of his detractors as he pursued him relentlessly. Although Zhao Yang was not as fast as the Nine-Headed Bird, which was a professional flyer, he was still much quicker than most Foundation Stage Cultivators. In just a few strides, he caught up to the young man who had been cursing him the most. Zhao Yang leaped over him without killing him, and the young man roared in anger, berating Zhao Yang as a beast and questioning why he was targeting him.
"You're just the loudest!" Zhao Yang's response was simple. He had already noticed members of Azure Cloud Palace among the crowd. Not long ago, they had sent messages instructing disciples within Haotian Secret Realm to deal with him. Once he identified Azure Cloud Palace members, he would pursue them relentlessly; anyone who provoked him would learn the consequences of their actions.
The Nine-Headed Bird swooped down and killed that man, tearing him into pieces. Although Zhao Yang did not know which sect this man belonged to, he understood that his actions would surely anger many others. He didn't care because even if he avoided provoking these people, they would still come after him. They had been watching him for a long time and were undoubtedly plotting something.
Under Zhao Yang's lead, the Nine-Headed Bird tore through a circle of people. With his keen Divine Sense and extraordinary hearing, Zhao Yang remembered everyone who had insulted him and commanded the Nine-Headed Bird to flatten everything within dozens of miles. One lucky cultivator managed to escape using a family heirloom flying artifact, his face pale with fear. He had never imagined that such a colossal creature as the Nine-Headed Bird could exist within Haotian Secret Realm; with just a flap of its wings, it stirred up chaos and shredded the crowd. What terrified him even more was that this disaster had been caused by a young boy who looked rather foolish.
"Is this boy not tired at all? He's been bouncing around for so long without even breathing hard?" After calming himself down, this cultivator began to wonder. Little did he know that Zhao Yang was the only Perfect Foundation in the cultivation world and also a Perfect Foundation Cauldron. As long as he wasn't using an overly taxing cultivation method, he could completely ignore such flight fatigue!
The Nine-Headed Bird circled around under Zhao Yang's command but failed to catch him, growing furious in its heart. With all eight heads screeching in unison, it was an intelligent beast that realized it was being toyed with by this small yet powerful human. Therefore, it locked its Divine Sense onto the human it perceived as an ant and shot out one of its dark true feathers with a swift "whoosh" aimed at Zhao Yang.
The true feather of the Nine-Headed Bird was unique; it contained the essence of its entire life’s cultivation. This small feather possessed over ten times the power of its usual attacks. As it flew out, it distorted space and dimmed the world around it.
Suddenly, Zhao Yang's expression changed drastically as he felt a tremor in his soul; it was as if he had plunged into an endless darkness surrounded by abysses. He dared not move an inch!
The Perfect Foundation Cauldron above his Qi Sea shook violently. A mysterious rune that had previously been displaced by Zhao Yang to make room for a corner of Imperial Scripture suddenly flew out from the Perfect Foundation Cauldron, intertwining with three thousand Dao principles. In a daze, divine beings seemed to chant scriptures; Dao Yun surged forth. A miraculous transformation occurred around Zhao Yang because the Nine-Headed Bird's attack was its life-bound strike aimed at killing him. Simultaneously, Zhao Yang's Perfect Foundation Cauldron also belonged to him as his life-bound object—one of a kind in this world. When it sensed that its master was under attack from another's life-bound strike, it finally unleashed its long-dormant power. Countless mysterious runes manifested around Zhao Yang, illuminating him like a divine child descending from heaven; light shone across the skies while darkness shattered instantly to reveal dawn.
The true feather of the Nine-Headed Bird enveloped in thick black mist resembled death's will transformed into a spear aimed at taking Zhao Yang's life. However, as the black true feather approached Zhao Yang, the mysterious runes surrounding him twisted space itself and pulled the black true feather into nothingness. In the next moment, Zhao Yang distinctly felt a small black feather added to his Foundation Cauldron above his Qi Sea; chaotic auspicious clouds swirled around it until it quickly refined the black true feather.
As the runes vanished back into the cauldron’s surface, the pressure surrounding Zhao Yang suddenly lifted; darkness dissipated entirely. Yet before him stood the towering Nine-Headed Bird which seemed to have suddenly lost some power—it aged visibly at an alarming rate until it transformed into an old bizarre bird with eight heads drooping limply on its neck.
However, Zhao Yang did not feel even an ounce of relief because he finally sensed the cultivation level of the Nine-Headed Bird: Foundation Establishment Great Perfection!
The Nine-Headed Bird glared with extreme anger, unable to comprehend that its strongest trump card had been taken by a mere human!
Zhao Yang was even more shocked. He had always believed himself to be invincible at the Foundation Establishment Stage, as he could kill experts at the Core Formation Stage. However, facing the powerful Nine-Headed Bird at the Foundation Establishment Stage made him realize how arrogant he had been. He also wondered, if a Demon Cultivator at the Foundation Establishment Stage was that strong, then he wouldn’t even rank among the Demon Cultivators. How could he claim to be invincible at the Foundation Establishment Stage, even with the only Perfect Foundation Cauldron in the cultivation world?
The remaining eight heads of the Nine-Headed Bird screeched in rage, their cries chilling the hearts of distant cultivators.
"What is that sound?" someone exclaimed from afar.
"Could it be that those two useless fools failed to obtain the Nine-Headed Bird Egg?" A man who looked ethereal spoke softly from a mountain stream. After finishing his words, he shot off like a meteor towards the source of the sound.
Zhao Yang no longer held back his strength. He threw a punch, with the wind carrying Chaos True Qi, striking one of the heads of the Nine-Headed Bird as if it were a golden hammer pounding on a drum. The powerful shockwave sent the Nine-Headed Bird tumbling to the ground. However, the other seven heads suddenly elongated by a hundred feet, their golden beaks piercing into Zhao Yang's body and sending him flying, countless stones rolling as Zhao Yang was buried in the mud.
The cultivators watching from afar widened their eyes in shock.
"Who dares to confront the overlord of the Haotian Secret Realm? Didn't they say that even a Holy Son would not be able to defeat the Nine-Headed Bird when the Five Great Sects united? The Nine-Headed Bird’s cultivation at the Foundation Establishment Stage exceeds human cultivators' limits. Is there a Holy Son willing to risk their life just to test it?" exclaimed a core disciple from a major sect. "Could it be that Holy Son from Overlord Sect who is said to have no equal in physical strength?"
Zhao Yang burst out from the mud pile, his once lustrous attire now tattered and worn, his sleeves frayed. His face was dirty, and he estimated that he could not kill the Nine-Headed Bird in a short time. Although he had taken its life feather, its vitality was astonishing; who knew how many years it had lived? Zhao Yang understood that even a starving camel is bigger than a horse.
At this moment, Zhao Yang sensed someone watching him in secret, their aura extremely powerful. One person's blood energy was comparable to his own, while several others were far above him in cultivation.
Zhao Yang knew he could not use the Seventy-Third Transformation divine technique now because once he used Transform into Sheep Technique, it would inevitably alter the order of this place's rules. If someone clever discovered that his Transform into Sheep Technique could change the rules of the cultivation world, they would surely push him into a dangerous position. At that point, all cultivators across the land—especially certain ancient beings—would be restless and would come after him to prevent his growth. Zhao Yang understood well that sometimes people's fear of unknown powers surpassed even death; some would rather risk their lives than allow others to rise above them.
The Nine-Headed Bird rose again, its eight heads unleashing various spells towards Zhao Yang. He flew to a mountaintop amidst flames and injuries as the Nine-Headed Bird pursued him relentlessly, its cries splitting the sky. When Zhao Yang reached a volcanic crater, he dashed across the searing lava above. The Nine-Headed Bird was blinded by rage and disregarded whether its feathers would be scorched as it lunged forward. At that moment, Zhao Yang suddenly turned around and pulled out an Ice Soul Seal that had been sealed away for ages. He infused True Qi into it and shattered its seal; an extreme cold aura instantly formed an ice wall before him.
The Nine-Headed Bird couldn't dodge in time and crashed headfirst into the ice wall with a wail of despair and fury. The ice wall shattered violently, sending Zhao Yang flying several feet back while the Nine-Headed Bird fell into the molten lava below. Before Zhao Yang could catch his breath, the fiery Nine-Headed Bird erupted from the crater once more, soaring through the air with such fierce vitality that it made Zhao Yang feel like he might vomit blood; before it, he felt like nothing more than a trembling chick!
"Wait, wait, let's talk this over. It's just one egg I took from you. Look at you, being so stingy, not showing any prowess of a master. We can negotiate." Zhao Yang was truly intimidated by this ferocious giant bird; a mere feathered beast had pushed him to this point.
The Nine-Headed Bird was momentarily stunned by Zhao Yang's shamelessness. It opened the massive beak of its central head and lunged at him. However, in Zhao Yang's gaze, the Nine-Headed Bird suddenly widened its eyes in extreme terror, flapping its wings wildly as it was dragged into the volcano by something. Its panicked cries echoed for a moment before fading away.
Thump~ Thump~
It sounded like a heartbeat amplified countless times. The ground of the volcano's mouth cracked inch by inch. Zhao Yang wanted to escape but found that his body had become immobile, as if he were experiencing sleep paralysis.
"That guy wouldn't have run into the Hell Python Bull's territory, would he? That's the Hell Python Bull, equivalent in flesh to the Ancient Saint beast Qilin and Glutton. If it provokes it, even a Core Formation Stage master would suffer. Could the Holy Son of the Overlord Sect be that powerful?" muttered a core disciple from a major sect who had spoken earlier, filled with doubt.
In the distance, from the scorching volcanic mouth, a massive crimson python bull emerged, its body flowing with lava. With a bull's head and a serpent's body, it bore strange patterns and exuded an intimidating aura. Its eyes fixed on Zhao Yang as it approached step by step. Cold sweat poured down Zhao Yang's back; he couldn't break free from this binding! As the Hell Python Bull was about to charge at him, Zhao Yang found himself at a loss.
"I'm going to transform you..."
"Chirp Chirp?!"
Before Zhao Yang could unleash his Transform into Sheep Technique, Little Beast suddenly wriggled out of his arms and poked its little head out to wave at the Hell Python Bull.
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