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"Where are you going!" Zhao Yang chased for a while before finally tracking down a figure in a black robe and black hat. The figure had their back to him, emitting a hissing, snake-like tone.
"You still came after me, Zhao Yang. Long time no see," the figure said, turning around and lifting the black hat to reveal a handsome face with a shadowy expression.
"Shiyunsheng, it really is you!" Zhao Yang exclaimed angrily.
"Kekeke, I didn't expect you to join Xuanfo Temple and advance to the Core Formation Stage in such a short time. It seems you have quite a few treasures on you; otherwise, how could someone with a Mixed Spiritual Root progress so quickly?" Shiyunsheng's gaze fixated on Zhao Yang's abdomen, as if he were eyeing a delicious meal, filled with greed.
Zhao Yang replied, "Shiyunsheng, during the disaster at Myriad Spirit Sect, not only did you fail to help, but you also harmed many of our fellow disciples and even killed Elder Dong. You practiced Evil Techniques to steal others' essence. Heaven may tolerate you, but I will not!"
Shiyunsheng laughed heartily and said, "Zhao Yang, your words sound so righteous as if you are the epitome of virtue. If it weren't for you crippling all those experts, how could I have succeeded so easily?"
Suppressing his anger, Zhao Yang recalled his master Datong Zen Master's instructions to investigate the cause of the numerous deaths in Fengdu City, which naturally included the matter of missing infants.
"Let me ask you this: Did you get close to the owner of the Poison Spirit Root and gain his trust just to absorb his Spiritual Root?"
"That's right," Shiyunsheng answered candidly without any sign of retreat. "His Spiritual Root is renowned throughout cultivation history; it can greatly enhance my essence power and be used for my own purposes. Therefore, I will completely absorb his Spiritual Root and transform it into my essence. My Foundation Stage is the closest to perfection—an unparalleled Foundation Stage—and my Golden Core is said to be nearly flawless. Yet I am still not satisfied because I want to become the strongest being in cultivation history. You are merely stepping stones beneath my feet, witnesses to the beginning of my legend."
"It seems you're planning to kill us after saying all that," Song Baliang remarked, his fighting spirit surging.
Shiyunsheng's face showed neither pride nor fear as he said, "To be honest, killing you would only have about a fifty-fifty chance of success. I know that neither of you can be measured by ordinary cultivators. Although I, Shiyunsheng, do not understand fortune-telling, I know that appearance reflects one's heart. Based on my instincts, I don't have full confidence in defeating you both despite my higher cultivation level having reached the Core Formation Stage. If I were to completely absorb your essence, I might very well become the most powerful cultivator in history and have no problem aspiring to the Celestial Path."
Zhao Yang was also shocked that Shiyunsheng could foresee this step. He felt something similar within himself but did not realize that such feelings only emerged when cultivators reached the Primordial Spirit stage of foresight—an early warning sign indicating the level of danger they faced.
"I ask you again: why harm the innocent and kill those defenseless children while absorbing the Poison Spirit Root?"
Shiyunsheng snorted and said, "There's no need to twist my words. I know you're clever, but such tricks are too childish for me. However, to satisfy your curiosity, I can indeed enlighten you. The child abduction incidents in Fengdu City originated decades ago. The true culprit was the grandfather of the Poison Spirit Root's owner. He intended to cultivate his grandson into the supreme Spiritual Root, but due to a twist of fate, he ended up creating a Poison Spirit Root instead. For a cultivator of the Poison Spirit Root, growth is extremely difficult unless protected by a powerful family or suppressed by a supreme being. Otherwise, once even a trace of True Qi leaks out, it could lead to many deaths. Such a person poses a significant threat to others, and no one would want him to live. Therefore, his grandfather continued to hunt children to modify the child's Spiritual Root, ultimately failing. I happened to come here and discovered the Poison Spirit Root that could help me establish the foundation for my divine fetus. Of course, I had to wait for it to mature completely, but who knew you would ruin my good fortune again, Zhao Yang? We truly are fated enemies; we keep running into each other no matter where we go."
"You might have left out one crucial detail," Zhao Yang interjected. "That is, over the past six months, you've discovered that absorbing the essence of children with Spiritual Roots brings you closer to perfecting your own essence. So you disregarded the fact that the original owner of the Poison Spirit Root and his grandson lived in Pear Blossom Village and began targeting people from there."
Shiyunsheng extended his thumb towards Zhao Yang and said, "Not bad, your analysis is spot on. But what does knowing all this change? Do you really think you can kill me?"
"Whether I can kill you or not will be revealed in the attempt!" Zhao Yang declared as he suddenly launched his Supreme Dao Artifact, which flew silently through the void from behind Shiyunsheng.
Zhao Yang's attack was with the Supreme Dao Artifact known as Inch of Light, aiming for a decisive strike against Shiyunsheng without giving him a chance to survive. Shiyunsheng made him feel an intense sense of danger—one that rivaled even his encounters with some Nascent Soul Stage old monsters!
However, a wicked smile crept across Shiyunsheng's lips as he vanished into thin air right before Zhao Yang and Song Baliang's eyes!
What shocked Zhao Yang even more was that within the range of his Divine Sense, Shiyunsheng had also disappeared!
"What kind of Cultivation Method is this? It possesses such miraculous abilities that it can evade my Divine Sense search!" Zhao Yang exclaimed in astonishment. No one understood better than him how domineering his Divine Sense was and how strong its reading capabilities were; it could even ignore any formation when breaking through them. Yet now, within his Divine Sense perception, Shiyunsheng had simply vanished!
Bang!
A fist appeared out of nowhere as Shiyunsheng reappeared behind Song Baliang and struck him down into the ground with a resounding crash!
"Let’s deal with this lackey first so he won't ambush me later," Shiyunsheng said lightly as he looked at the pit in the ground and smiled happily.
At that moment, Inch of Light returned to Zhao Yang's hand. He once again locked onto Shiyunsheng with his Divine Sense and launched Inch of Light at him. A deafening roar sliced through the air as it grazed Shiyunsheng's clothing, but Shiyunsheng left behind only an afterimage before disappearing once more!
Supreme Dao Artifact Inch of Light once again fell short!
Bang! Another palm struck towards Zhao Yang's left side, and just as the faint sound of air bursting echoed in the air, Zhao Yang had already flashed several feet away. Shiyunsheng's movement technique had reached an incredible level, almost rivaling his Time Walk!
"Huh?" A surprised exclamation escaped Shiyunsheng's lips; he did not expect Zhao Yang to evade his attack.
Immediately after, with a muffled grunt, Shiyunsheng was sent flying backward, spitting out blood.
Beside him, Song Baliang's face was grim, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth. He glared at Shiyunsheng and said, "What did you just call me? A fool? Which eye of yours saw me as a fool?!"
Song Baliang was a Vajra Body practitioner, having refined his body since childhood. How could he possibly be killed by a single punch from Shiyunsheng? He was furious because Shiyunsheng had called him a fool.
"Are you not a fool? That guy has a Dao Artifact and an unparalleled Cultivation Method, while you're just a mere supporting character!" Shiyunsheng replied with interest.
"You son of a leg! Even if he has a Dao Artifact, I was the one who forged it! His Cultivation Method was taught by the same master. I'm slightly taller than him, and besides, I'm his senior brother. Tell me, how am I like a supporting character?!" Song Baliang was completely enraged. The Golden Battle Armor radiated immeasurable light as his Vajra Body transformed into a golden hue. With every movement, gold cracked and stones shattered; even his eyes turned golden, resembling a war Buddha descending upon the world.
Zhao Yang was speechless; this senior brother had been provoked to reveal his true abilities.
A roar that shook mountains and rivers erupted from Song Baliang's mouth, startling distant birds and causing the earth to tremble. Even Zhao Yang couldn't help but cover his ears; this was the Buddhist Sect's supreme technique, Great Buddha Sound.
Shiyunsheng was blown several miles away by the Great Buddha Sound, his face turning ashen. He never imagined that the person beside Zhao Yang would possess such a physique, and at the same time, a fiery light flickered in his eyes.
Watching Shiyunsheng being blown away by the roar, Song Baliang returned to his normal complexion and shrank down slightly in stature. He huffed and said, "Daring to call me a fool? Do I look like a vegetable vendor?"
Zhao Yang shook his head and said, "Senior Brother, it seems you blew him away."
"Yes, it appears he couldn't withstand my power," Song Baliang replied with a smug expression.
"I mean, you blew the enemy away!" Zhao Yang reiterated.
"Damn!" Song Baliang suddenly remembered that in his excitement, he had inadvertently let the enemy escape.
The two of them took off in pursuit. Shiyunsheng's expression shifted between dark and light; upon seeing Zhao Yang and Song Baliang chasing after him, he immediately fled in a certain direction.
Zhao Yang and Song Baliang relentlessly followed. Every time they were about to catch up to Shiyunsheng, he would suddenly accelerate and shake them off. Zhao Yang was alarmed; he couldn't comprehend what kind of fortuitous encounter Shiyunsheng had that granted him such bizarre agility. He had never seen such a technique in the One Hundred Thousand Volumes collection, leaving him astonished.
The two circled through the mountains and gorges until they reached an open area in the mountains. Surrounded by towering peaks, there was only a clearing in the center—a natural trap. In human warfare, this type of terrain was known as a concealed ground; once the enemy was lured into such a mountain hollow, death was certain for anyone—total annihilation.
Zhao Yang was well-versed in the classics, but to be honest, he had never taken Shiyunsheng seriously. Moreover, with the highly skilled Song Baliang accompanying him, he paid even less attention. It wasn't until they arrived at this treacherous terrain that Zhao Yang sensed something was amiss, but it was already too late.
"This is a dead end! We need to jump up!" Zhao Yang thought to himself as he grabbed Song Baliang and leaped upward toward the sky.
"It's too late!" Shiyunsheng turned around, a triumphant look on his face.
"Once you're trapped in this formation, even if you're an ancestor of formations, you won't be able to open it because this formation is an absolute trap—there's no exit!" Shiyunsheng declared confidently.
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