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Several perceptive cultivators sensed the rapid changes in the environment of the Hao Tian Realm, a feeling of impending death creeping over them. Heartbroken, they glanced at the enormous Haotian Pill in the sky and immediately soared upwards, desperate to escape the Hao Tian Realm.
However, screams echoed as one body after another fell from the sky—those who had chosen to abandon their treasures in their flight.
Fear filled the eyes of the cultivators, for among the fallen were several of their leaders, all of whom were Holy Sons. One of them was particularly unfathomable, rumored to have blood on his hands from five or six Hidden Gate Holy Sons! Yet even he had perished!
Puppet Generals descended from above, each wielding a Sky-Quaking Giant Axe. Their overwhelming aura rippled through the air, shaking the very fabric of reality, fracturing both earth and sky. The sheer force filled the Hao Tian Realm as the giant axes struck down, cleaving mountains in two. With a single sweep, rivers and valleys were disrupted; these Puppet Generals were exponentially more powerful than before. One stomp crushed three to five Foundation Establishment Great Perfection cultivators in an instant, and within moments, two to three hundred cultivators lay dead.
There were one hundred Puppet Generals in total!
Suddenly, among the many corpses, one cultivator was lifted by a Puppet General. He screamed in agony, having been pretending to be dead but was discovered!
Two more cultivators sprang up from the ground, shouting as they attempted to flee the Hao Tian Realm. They moved with incredible speed, both being Wind Spirit Root cultivators. However, above them, a powerful barrier had already sealed off the skies of the Hao Tian Realm. No one could break through it. The two powerful cultivators' eyes widened in terror as they were rebounded by the barrier. Before they could act again, a Puppet General pinched them with its fingers and crushed them effortlessly.
"Why? Why is this happening? Wasn't Haotian Immortal supposed to leave treasures for future generations to seek? How could we all die here? I refuse to accept this! I am a genius destined to dominate the cultivation world and roam freely across heaven and earth! How can I die here? I refuse!" The last cultivator screamed before his demise.
Then all one hundred Puppet Generals turned their gaze toward Zhao Yang and his companion Song Baliang, their eyes filled with endless killing intent.
Song Baliang's face turned pale with fear as he revealed a hint of sadness. "What a pity for me—the only Dao Artifact Grandmaster about to rise in the cultivation world. Zhao Yang, although I've already guessed you're not from Xuanfo Temple, I truly intended to treat you as my junior brother. I was going to take you back with me to join Xuanfo Temple... Alas, perhaps we can be Senior Brothers in our next lives."
As Song Baliang spoke his heartfelt last words, Zhao Yang glanced at him silently. He wanted to shout "Idiot!" but couldn't think of any way out of this deadlock. His hands began to tremble as endless killing intent locked onto him, rendering him nearly immobile. He desperately recalled that he still had Monkey Hair capable of resolving any deadlock; however, after searching for some time, he couldn't find those two strands anywhere. To be precise, he only felt a smooth bald head—no hair at all.
Zhao Yang's expression grew increasingly grim; despair settled in his heart.
"Damn it! How am I a monk? What kind of luck is this? Where's my hair?!" Zhao Yang cursed loudly as he realized his hair was gone! Those two strands of Monkey Hair had vanished!
Tears welled up in Zhao Yang's eyes as he thought: "Since my master gave me those life-saving hairs, they surely can't be removed by my own power. His hair is impervious to fire and water; even Dao Artifacts can't sever it! It must still be on me—could it have moved elsewhere?" Zhao Yang couldn't help but glance at his groin.
He knew that if he reached down there before dying, even if he survived, Song Baliang would look down on him forever.
So instead, he began feeling around his forehead, back of his head, near his ears, and neck one by one in search of any remaining strands of hair. After all, when he consumed Hell Lava Fruit and was burned by True Fire energy, it didn't necessarily mean all his hair would be gone.
His efforts bore fruit when Zhao Yang discovered a small tuft of hair that had not been completely burned away on the right side at the back of his head!
Overjoyed, Zhao Yang yanked it out with great force despite the pain bringing tears to his eyes. He muttered under his breath: "Transform!"
This scene was entirely inspired by what he had learned from watching television in his past life, specifically the moment when Sun Wukong plucked his hair to create clones.
The small clump of hair fell to the ground, but the imagined arrival of Sun Wukong did not materialize.
Zhao Yang sniffed and turned to look at Song Baliang, who was staring at him as if he were an idiot. "I feel like we should just not meet in our next life. I don't want to become a monk."
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Five enormous axes came slicing through the air from a distance, carrying with them a violent intent to annihilate everything as they swung toward Zhao Yang and Song Baliang. The two raised their hands simultaneously; Zhao Yang activated a fragment of the Imperial Scripture, mysterious crimson-gold characters surged forth from his body, while Song Baliang transformed completely into gold, resembling a Buddha. Their four arms collided with the five axes, producing a thunderous sound. Three of the axes shattered, while the remaining two developed cracks. However, Zhao Yang and Song Baliang were sent flying like two mosquitoes!
They crashed through countless mountain peaks and giant trees, carving out two deep chasms that were twenty meters deep and twenty thousand meters long. They then soared along the ground for another two miles before crashing into the graveyard they had first arrived at in the Hao Tian Realm, toppling dozens of tombstones and overturning two graves.
Zhao Yang and Song Baliang collided at the edge of the Hao Tian Realm. Song Baliang's sternum was crushed, embedding him half a foot deep into the high-strength barrier surrounding the realm. His hands trembled as they bent backward, appearing as if they were broken.
Zhao Yang lay beside a broken tombstone, his face drained of color and his hands trembling as well. It was evident that he had not only used a fragment of the Imperial Scripture but also employed techniques of weight manipulation. However, while these techniques could lessen force without nullifying it, he had still sustained internal injuries and had ruptured tendons.
Zhao Yang couldn't comprehend why the Haotian Immortal would leave the Haotian Pill here for future generations to find yet simultaneously seek to eliminate everyone. He was certain that even those at the Core Formation Stage or Divine Transformation Stage would likely end up lying down here; these hundred Puppet Generals were far beyond what Foundation Establishment Stage individuals could contend with—no matter how many came, it would be futile.
"Junior Brother, look at how considerate they are; they knocked us all the way here and even opened two graves for us. They want us to go in and cover up the tombstones ourselves," Song Baliang pointed at the overturned tombstones.
Hearing Song Baliang's words and glancing at the broken "Life" tombstone nearby, Zhao Yang suppressed his pain and slapped his forehead. "Why didn't I think of this sooner!"
With that, Zhao Yang leaped up and rushed to the only spot without a tombstone. Gritting his teeth against the pain, he slammed his fist into the ground. The earth cracked open, emitting waves of light from a Teleportation Array beneath. Zhao Yang abruptly grabbed Song Baliang and kicked him inside.
"Why are you digging yourself?" Song Baliang shouted just before losing consciousness.
Zhao Yang jumped down as well; however, the ground suddenly healed itself, leaving him sitting on solid ground. Zhao Yang was dumbfounded—he saved Song Baliang but ended up trapped himself?
He punched the ground again, but only left an imprint of his fist without triggering another Teleportation Array.
"Isn't it supposed to say 'The Life Gate is in the North'? Why can only one person be teleported away?" Zhao Yang sat on the ground in despair as he saw Puppet Generals approaching, feeling utterly lost.
On the western tombstone was inscribed "Life," on the southern one "Gate," on the eastern one "is," while there was no tombstone in the north. This meant it was asking those who entered the Hao Tian Secret Realm where their life gate was located while simultaneously providing an answer: The life gate is in the North! This brilliant idea impressed even Zhao Yang; however, he couldn't understand why only one person could escape—wasn't that just cruel?
A series of giant axes sliced through the air once more, aimed at Zhao Yang. He fixed his gaze on the immovable Haotian Pill above him and declared, "Fine, if you won't come to save me, then I'll go destroy you!"
Time Walk!
Zhao Yang observed the surroundings, which had slowed down to an unimaginable degree. Leaves hovered two feet above the ground, seemingly frozen in time, and even the giant axes above showed no sign of falling. He focused on the bluish, slightly translucent Haotian Pill in the air and suddenly dove into it.
In the next moment, the world came to a standstill. The Hao Tian Realm collapsed, forming a massive vortex that spread outward in concentric circles, pulling a hundred Puppet Generals into the abyss without hesitation.
Inside the Haotian Pill, Zhao Yang lay unconscious as an endless stream of divine power surged from the pill through his pores and limbs, flooding his body. His meridians filled to capacity, causing him to swell like a bloated corpse. Despite this, pain etched across his face proved he was still alive. Zhao Yang opened his mouth to scream in agony, but more of the Haotian Pill's divine power rushed into him, leaving him with a sensation akin to drowning.
Zhao Yang struggled in pain, attempting to use the Water Avoidance Technique but found it impossible to execute. The medicinal power of the Haotian Pill seemed almost sentient, relentlessly pouring into him. Such a frenzied influx would have killed an ordinary person long ago; however, as a glutton, Zhao Yang displayed remarkable resilience. His stomach swelled to twice its normal size without claiming his life. He wanted to howl in pain but was met with another surge of Haotian Pill's power filling his mouth. The overwhelming potency made his body glow; his skin cracked open only to heal repeatedly, numbing his pain.
At that moment, Zhao Yang's cultivation began to rise dramatically. Having already experienced a significant boost from a pool of Earth Spirit Spring water, he shot up from the seventh level of Foundation Establishment Stage directly to the ninth level. Now, under the "nourishment" of the Haotian Pill, his cultivation soared even higher before it could stabilize. What was once ninth level Foundation Establishment Stage quickly reached its limit and broke through to the Great Perfection stage. Yet even upon reaching Great Perfection Realm, he did not stop; the primal energy contained within the Haotian Pill was too vast and pure. His cultivation continued to break through until he reached False Dan Realm!
The False Dan Realm is a stage few cultivators achieve. Long Xiao Wu had once unleashed immense Spirit Energy and True Qi within himself, breaking through his limits and revealing his Golden Dragon Form while also reaching False Dan Realm. Now, with the even purer and more powerful essence from Haotian Pill, Zhao Yang felt as if he might burst apart. At that moment, the Perfect Foundation Cauldron above his Qi Sea erupted violently; Chaotic Qi surged forth like a hurricane, sweeping away the True Qi formed by Hao Tian Medicine Power.
Zhao Yang's bloated body began to slim down under the influence of Chaotic Qi's flow as it countered the overwhelming Hao Tian Medicine Power. After enduring such torment from the Haotian Pill, Zhao Yang finally succumbed and lost consciousness. His slightly swollen body floated among the clouds, drifting away imperceptibly into an unknown direction.
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