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A strange cry echoed through the air as the Mouthworm, its viscous body coated in a greenish venom, charged at Zhao Yang. The Ancient Cave was filled with numerous spaces, but the narrow passages made it exceedingly difficult for Zhao Yang to evade.
He deftly dodged the Mouthworm's assault, and with a thunderous crash, the creature smashed through a Lava Column in the Ancient Cave, creating a new cavern in its wake.
Having not tasted human flesh for millennia, the Mouthworm roared in anger and abruptly turned, its massive jaws scraping against the stone walls, dislodging globs of its sticky substance. In some places, it even tore away bits of flesh. Zhao Yang frowned, feeling a wave of nausea wash over him.
In such a confined space, using Time Walk to escape was impossible; if attempted, the high speed could lead to a collision with the cave walls that might tear his body apart. The Mouthworm was repulsive enough on its own, and its toxic green fluid posed a lethal threat—one misstep could lead to his demise.
The venom left behind by the Mouthworm corroded the rocks into sludge, making Zhao Yang's heart race with fear. If he were to come into contact with it, even with his Indestructible Body, he would likely suffer severe damage; after all, his physical form had not yet reached that level of resilience.
Thus, Zhao Yang took a deep breath and swiftly retreated while unleashing his Void Blade like petals in bloom.
The Mouthworm shrieked repeatedly as it shook the mountain's core, as if half of it were about to collapse. Numerous gaping wounds appeared on its body, writhing in agony as it howled in pain. Zhao Yang nodded; his suspicions had been confirmed.
The Mouthworm was indeed formidable and poisonous; any cultivator who came into contact with its venom would perish regardless of their strength. However, it had one critical weakness—it was too fragile.
With that realization, Zhao Yang placed his hand behind him, gathering starlight as a bright moon rose. A dragon's roar echoed through the air as the Mouthworm let out a piercing scream and lunged at Zhao Yang, spewing toxic saliva in all directions. It seemed poised to swallow him whole when Zhao Yang suddenly thrust his hand into the creature's mouth.
Then came a not-so-loud explosion of flesh as the mountain began to collapse. A thick cloud of smoke erupted from where the Mouthworm had been moments before, causing the surrounding earth to crumble outward in waves.
In the distance, many people gazed toward this location with expressions of doubt.
Zhao Yang stood atop a mountain peak, silently observing the collapsing terrain. The wind swept through his fluttering sleeves, giving him an ethereal appearance.
Just as he was about to turn away, two brilliant beams of light shot up from within the collapsing mountain's belly, piercing the heavens with an extraordinary grandeur.
Two enormous eyes opened within the mountain's depths, filled with seething rage and roaring furiously.
"I knew it! There’s no way that useless Mouthworm could be so weak; it must be the Flame Sun Python!"
The Flame Sun Python was an ancient beast known for its extreme ferocity and longevity. It fed on volcanic rock and quenched its thirst with magma. Its immense strength could shatter mountains; only those of unparalleled power could sever rivers and seas. It was considered the progenitor of all powerful serpents.
The Flame Sun Python was a coveted target for cultivators because its dual eyes could significantly enhance a Fire Path practitioner's Dao Fire level. This continuous boost could elevate one's Fire Path level until they reached an incomprehensible state. Moreover, due to years of absorbing Earth Fire energy, its eyes had transcended physical form and reached an unstable state; should they explode due to carelessness, even those at the Tribulation Period would find themselves threatened.
Zhao Yang recalled this information from One Hundred Thousand Volumes of Books and smirked as he raised his fist.
Though the Flame Sun Python belonged to the serpent family of colossal creatures, it did not possess a typical serpentine body. Its body and head were fused together while its tail resembled a long strip of flesh—awkward in movement but immensely powerful. No other beast of comparable size could match its strength. More critically, its Fire Path power could incinerate anything; just one glance into its fiery eyes could scorch a cultivator's soul to ashes.
Zhao Yang was well aware of everything about the Flame Sun Python. In Ancient Times, the Flame Sun Python was considered a great medicine, sought after by countless ancient beings who would scour the land, uprooting it to capture the Flame Sun Python as an ingredient for refining supreme Holy Dan, capable of healing the Nine Yin Severed Meridians and countering the invasion of the Taiyin force—truly extraordinary.
However, the Flame Sun Python was of no use to low-level cultivators, especially those below the Dao Fruit Stage, as they simply had no need for it.
Zhao Yang never expected to encounter such a fortuitous event upon arriving at Heavenly Mechanism Mountain. A slight smile appeared on his lips as he raised his fist, invoking the Power Rules of size and weight. Suddenly, a colossal beast, large enough to touch the heavens, appeared before everyone’s eyes. The protective formations surrounding Heavenly Mechanism Mountain seemed to swell outward, expanding dramatically.
A fist as large as a planet descended from above, striking down into the collapsing mountain. The two beams of light shot into the sky dissipated with a thunderous roar, followed by a chilling cry that echoed through the air—filled with despair and resentment.
In the next moment, torrents of Heavenly Fire erupted as the head of the Flame Sun Python exploded, sending debris flying in all directions. Countless plants were reduced to ashes, and numerous small beasts perished in the deafening blast.
It was pitiful that the Flame Sun Python hadn’t even unleashed any Divine Power before being killed by a mere cultivator who was many times weaker than itself.
No one knew that the reason the Flame Sun Python opened its eyes was to discover who had disturbed its Eternal Dream. The light emitted from its eyes shot towards the Dueling Palace with overwhelming force that was impossible to control. In its mind, no one had ever dared to attack it; thus, it made no defensive moves.
For at least ten thousand years, no one had dared to challenge it. The era of Dao suppression had arrived; there were no cultivators—or almost none—who could threaten its life.
Awakening from its slumber left it vulnerable. Zhao Yang understood what kind of existence the Flame Sun Python was; therefore, he unleashed his most powerful attack. He knew that the Flame Sun Python possessed immense strength—its tail alone could split open realms and sweep across mountains for thousands of miles.
However, the Flame Sun Python was unaware of Zhao Yang's existence. To be precise, it did not know that human cultivators could wield such tremendous power. Had you ever seen a dragon fear an ant? Even if an ant could lift something a hundred times its weight, what difference would it make? One stomp would suffice to crush it.
But Zhao Yang was not an ordinary person; in fact, he was unlike anyone else. He mastered the Power Rules of the cultivation world and became a nemesis to all beings based on strength. Anyone whose cultivation relied on brute force would find it meaningless to engage him in battle; such confrontations were far too easy.
Unless one took precautions and used their superior realm to kill Zhao Yang, otherwise—under unexpected circumstances—Zhao Yang would always emerge victorious due to his mastery over Power Rules.
In Zhao Yang's original world, there had been many airplane accidents caused by birds accidentally colliding with aircraft propellers, damaging internal structures and leading to crashes. Elephants had been startled by mice appearing at their feet and lost their balance, falling and suffering fatal injuries.
At that moment, while the Flame Sun Python was gleefully observing ants with its Sky-Sweeping Earth-Striking technique through its dual pupils, it was suddenly struck down by an ant’s punch that crushed its skull, causing brain matter to splatter everywhere and igniting a massive explosion.
Outside Heavenly Mechanism Mountain, several sect leaders and elders who had not yet entered stood in shock.
From their perspective, they could not see what was happening inside Heavenly Mechanism Mountain; they only witnessed dust rising within and then heard a tremendous explosion that reverberated throughout the entire mountain range. The Mountain Protection Formation shook but merely quivered because Heavenly Mechanism Mountain was far too vast. At this moment, disciples from various sects were merely at the edges of Heavenly Mechanism Mountain; thus any commotion originated from those peripheral areas. Only powerful cultivators outside could hear clearly and feel the tremors.
However, intense light and heat emanating from within Heavenly Mechanism Mountain caused many to frown because simultaneous screams from hundreds of disciples filled the air. The flames scorched several disciples near where fire erupted; more terrifyingly, these flames could not be extinguished. Many could only watch helplessly as their companions perished and turned to ash.
"What is happening? Why did it suddenly explode?" many cultivators shouted in confusion. Their sect had suffered nearly half casualties; being a small sect already meant losing half their members would severely hinder their upcoming challenges.
"Is there some royal mechanism buried within Heavenly Mechanism Mountain? Wasn't it supposed to be marshland? How did it turn into a volcano?" one cultivator questioned loudly.
"I have long heard that the Central Sovereign harbors ill intentions, wanting to capture everyone in the Cultivation world. It seems there is indeed such a possibility. With such widespread destruction, if we had all been there just now, we would have likely faced total annihilation. Fortunately, there are over a million cultivators who entered Heavenly Mechanism Mountain this time; he can't possibly kill us all!"
At that moment, seated in the palace, the Central Sovereign's eyes narrowed as he sensed an ominous phenomenon—a mountain collapsing, stars falling, and dragons soaring through the Nine Heavens.
"Find out what is happening," a commanding voice echoed from above in the grand hall as the Central Sovereign gazed into the void.
Within Heavenly Mechanism Mountain, all Divine Senses were isolated; no matter how powerful one was, they could not influence the situation inside Heavenly Mechanism Mountain.
Before long, a eunuch who had gone to investigate returned and reported, "Your Majesty, the Divine General said it was the work of a young man who killed the Flame Sun Python."
"Really?" The Central Sovereign's eyes widened in surprise but quickly relaxed again. "To think someone could kill that little snake."
"Your Majesty, the recent disturbance in Heavenly Mechanism Mountain has also caused another event. All magical artifacts and spiritual treasures outside Heavenly Mechanism Mountain, along with Cultivation Methods and Spiritual Fruits, were all shaken out by that explosion. Now, the area around Heavenly Mechanism Mountain is in chaos. Many cultivators have already begun to fight."
Moments earlier, Zhao Yang raised his fist and struck the ground. Instantly, massive waves surged through both the interior and exterior walls of Heavenly Mechanism Mountain. This tremendous force flipped the earth over, revealing countless treasures and rare items before many cultivators. Soon after, these cultivators began to fight fiercely over the Treasure.
"It's a high-grade magical artifact!" one cultivator exclaimed, rallying his sect members to help seize the Treasure.
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