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Dao Artifact began to take shape, and a phenomenon surrounded it.
Flying Knife's Glimmer sliced through a piece of the world and returned to Zhao Yang's palm in the blink of an eye. Although this Supreme Dao Artifact was pitifully small, Zhao Yang was still quite satisfied after testing its power.
Peering into the Haotian Secret Realm, Zhao Yang saw distant mountain shadows shrouded in thick mist, obscuring any clear view of the landscape.
“Senior Brother, do you know what the greatest secret of the Haotian Secret Realm is?” Zhao Yang asked curiously. He had heard people mention this great secret multiple times, but no one could clearly explain what it was.
After a moment of contemplation, Song Baliang replied, “The greatest secret of the Haotian Secret Realm is not the artifacts of the immortals from ancient times, nor the various herbs and Spiritual Fruits within it, and certainly not the spirit beasts. It is the perfect Haotian Pill left behind by the Haotian Immortal.”
“The Haotian Pill?” Zhao Yang had never heard of such a thing before, let alone understood what it was.
Song Baliang nodded. “The Haotian Pill is a perfect human elixir refined using supreme Divine Power at the time when the Haotian Immortal ascended. It is called a human elixir because it is not meant for consumption but for fusion. When a cultivator reaches Foundation Establishment Great Perfection, if they fuse the Haotian Pill with the golden core gradually forming within them, they will create an immensely powerful golden core that can break through to new heights.”
At this point, Zhao Yang finally understood what the greatest secret of the Haotian Secret Realm was. He felt an exhilarating excitement in his heart. After all, the Perfect Foundation Cauldron had already brought him many benefits; if he could seize the Haotian Pill from within the Haotian Secret Realm, it would be like adding icing on the cake.
“However, the Haotian Pill is located at the very center of the Haotian Secret Realm. Not to mention that powerful beasts inhabit its inner layers, there are also formidable puppet mechanisms guarding the Haotian Pill. The Heavenly Mechanism Wall of Zhongzhou can predict significant events about to occur in the world; it cannot be wrong. That’s why many are willing to take risks to obtain what is considered the most powerful golden core in existence. But because of this, many are reluctant to take risks as they know that venturing forth could very well cost them their lives. The treasures that have eluded countless geniuses throughout history are unlikely to fall into their hands so easily.”
Zhao Yang nodded, his heart already filled with hope for reaching the Golden Core Stage.
There is a qualitative difference between golden core cultivators and those at the Foundation Establishment Stage. Many ordinary geniuses find themselves forever stuck at the Golden Core Stage, unable to progress further. The Golden Core Stage is a particularly unique phase among the nine realms because cultivators at this stage require both rare resources and fortuitous encounters; otherwise, even elders from the Myriad Spirit Sect, who have lived for nearly a century, would not remain as mere golden core cultivators.
Currently, Zhao Yang was only at the sixth layer of the Foundation Establishment Stage. He wasn’t in a hurry to seize the Haotian Pill. Cultivation requires time to settle; although he had consumed extraordinary treasures like the Dream Orchid, which solidified his cultivation without causing any hidden dangers within him, steady progress through diligent practice was still essential.
However, one notable difference about Zhao Yang was that he could summon his strongest Dao heart only during battle, so he was also cultivating while fighting.
Soaring into the clouds, Zhao Yang and Song Baliang set off towards the inner layers of the Haotian Secret Realm. After spending two months together, they had fully recognized each other as **Senior Brothers**. Although Song Baliang was righteous and somewhat simple-minded, he was by no means foolish. The person capable of slaying the true form of the Divine Serpent Saint Child could not possibly be his junior brother. He understood this clearly in his heart but felt a twinge of reluctance; he wanted to have a junior brother.
Suddenly, a cacophony of shouts and screams erupted, growing louder as it approached. It seemed that many people were involved, creating an overwhelming commotion.
In front of them, tens of thousands of cultivators were flying toward them, and Zhao Yang and Song Baliang turned pale with fear.
"This... is too many," the two shouted as they covered their heads and scrambled away.
However, the throng of cultivators did not attack them; instead, they rushed past in a panic, their faces filled with terror as if they had seen a ghost.
The two exchanged confused glances. Having spent a full forty-nine days on Ice Fire Island refining the Supreme Dao Artifact, they had no idea what had transpired in the Haotian Secret Realm.
"What on earth happened?" Zhao Yang grabbed a frightened young man and demanded.
The boy, pinned by Zhao Yang and unable to move, cried out, "It's the Puppet Beasts! They're incredibly powerful, numbering in the hundreds of thousands. They're surging from the deepest part of the Haotian Secret Realm. Someone disturbed the sanctity within the Haotian Secret Realm, triggering all the Puppet Beasts to slaughter the cultivators."
"Puppet Beasts are just lifeless constructs. Can't you deal with them?" Zhao Yang asked in confusion. To him, Puppet Beasts were merely advanced robots from another world.
Hearing Zhao Yang's words, Song Baliang interjected, "Junior Brother, you don't understand. Puppet Beasts are crafted by skilled artisans and contain Beast Cores that grant them a semblance of consciousness. Once created, Puppet Beasts have long lives and cannot die unless time wears down their materials or their Beast Cores shatter."
Zhao Yang pondered this and thought to himself: "If that's the case, then the energy core sustaining the Puppet Beasts is the Beast Core. To defeat them, we just need to shatter their Beast Cores."
He refrained from voicing this insight; if he did, it would surely shock others. Most cultivators viewed Puppet Beasts merely as powerful yet somewhat clumsy beasts. No one had ever analyzed their structure before even encountering them like he did. This was what set Zhao Yang apart from any other cultivator in this world—a modern university student rich in professional knowledge compared to those lacking scientific understanding in the cultivation realm. Zhao Yang was unaware of this distinction; to him, it seemed like simple logic.
The sound of clattering grew louder as the tide of Puppet Beasts surged from afar like a flood.
The young cultivator was terrified and pale-faced. He had thought that once they finished questioning him, they would leave. Now it seemed they had no intention of moving at all. He anxiously pleaded, "Are you two trying to get yourselves killed? Please let me go!"
Zhao Yang released the restrictions on the young cultivator and allowed him to flee.
The young man felt as if he had been granted a great pardon. He watched as the Puppet Beasts surged toward him, their massive forms made of wood and iron, each one ferocious and roaring wildly. He turned to flee but after only a few steps, he glanced back and shouted, "You two, there’s no obstacle in life that can’t be overcome. It doesn’t matter if your talent is lacking or if you’re bald; nothing is impossible in the world of cultivation."
The two bald youths exchanged a casual smile. One of them said, "Junior Brother, it’s the perfect opportunity to test your Supreme Dao Artifact."
The other nodded silently, raising his hand to reveal a gleaming flying knife that hovered in his palm, radiating a faint Inch of Light. Yet, there was an inexplicable terror emanating from the knife, as if it were a pair of eyes from hell, gazing down with an overwhelming presence, ready to claim the lives of all.
Whoosh!
The flying knife transformed into a streak of blinding light, slicing through the air with a sharp sound as it darted among the tide of Puppet Beasts. It cut through countless lines, and wherever it passed, the screeches of the beasts turned into muffled thuds. A visible small hole appeared in the chest of the Puppet Beasts, followed by countless others falling from the sky, disintegrating into sawdust and dust. Among the debris, shattered green Beast Cores glimmered faintly.
In just a few breaths, the intricate lines of light had taken down all the Puppet Beasts, piling them into small mountains.
After completing this series of actions, the two did not turn back. They seemed to exchange a few words before swiftly flying into the Haotian Secret Realm.
Tears welled in the young man's eyes; this scene was too shocking for him. He had always considered himself a genius in cultivation, but as he grew older, he gradually realized how cruel and realistic the cultivation world could be. Many things were beyond human control. The spectacle before him shattered his worldview and values in an instant. His mindset shifted dramatically as he looked toward the direction where the two had flown away and turned to leave.
The core area of the Haotian Secret Realm was not a place where he could compete just yet.
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