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The sky was a clear blue, and the clouds floated like silk. From the heights of Heavenly Mechanism Mountain, one could see countless heads gathered at the foot of the mountain, a chaotic mass of people. However, upon closer inspection, it became apparent that the individuals clustered together wore uniforms of the same color; most sects donned matching robes for easy identification. Some sects had over ten thousand members, making it impossible to remember everyone, relying solely on their attire for recognition.
Certain sects were moving their teams toward areas devoid of uniform clothing. They were not seeking to swallow up Loose Cultivators but rather to avoid two colossal sects: Azure Cloud Palace and Youyou Xianpai. If these two sects were to unite, they would be unstoppable, like gods slaying gods and Buddhas slaying Buddhas.
With a hundred thousand people united as one, it was not just a matter of fighting at the same level; even a group of Nascent Soul Old Monsters would be insignificant. If someone reached a level of invincibility where they no longer feared numbers, it simply meant there weren't enough people yet.
As an unknown horn sounded, the Battle of Tianji Mountain was about to commence. Various factions raised their banners, defending their territories while mercilessly eliminating any intruders.
“Are we heading to Xuanfo Temple's territory?” Scholar Xiu asked, seeking everyone's opinion.
“Let’s finish our meal first,” Zhao Yang replied calmly as he sat down and began to divide the roasted tiger meat among Song Baliang, Nangong Wuxin, and Scholar Xiu.
The three assumed Zhao Yang had something important to say.
However, Zhao Yang quietly finished his meal, took a sip of the Spirit Brew of the Earth Spirit Spring that Song Baliang poured for him, wiped his mouth clean, and said nothing more before standing up and heading in the direction where Xuanfo Temple's disciples were located.
In the distance, the Holy Sons of various sects became commanders for their respective factions, leading their followers to hunt down Loose Cultivators and weaker sects, claiming their treasures and elixirs for themselves.
The people from Xuanfo Temple spotted Zhao Yang and Song Baliang flying toward them from afar and immediately adopted serious expressions in preparation. Upon recognizing them, they finally relaxed.
“Zhao Yang, Brother Ba Liang! Come quickly! Brother Yuanhui has been injured and has yet to awaken,” called out a monk from Xuanfo Temple, his body covered in wounds and his face pale.
Zhao Yang looked toward the tent at the back where Yuanhui lay and furrowed his brow. Yuanhui was the direct disciple of Great Compassion Zen Master; apart from Zhao Yang and Song Baliang, he held the highest status in Xuanfo Temple. When Zhao Yang and Song Baliang were absent, Yuanhui naturally assumed leadership.
“What kind of person could injure him like this?” Zhao Yang wondered aloud. Yuanhui was a powerful figure at the Core Formation Stage with Great Perfection; his cultivation surpassed both Zhao Yang's and Song Baliang's by a significant margin. Yuanhui had helped Zhao Yang several times during their time at Xuanfo Temple, and Zhao Yang had yet to find an opportunity to express his gratitude. Now seeing Yuanhui gravely injured was shocking.
“It was someone from Genius Academy,” explained one monk. “That person’s cultivation was on par with Brother Yuanhui’s. They fought fiercely until Brother Yuanhui encountered a sneak attack upon returning. That’s how he ended up like this.”
"What did that person look like?" Zhao Yang asked as he placed his hand on Yuanhui's wrist, feeling for his pulse. Everything seemed normal; there was no sign of poisoning, just a few minor wounds that couldn't account for Yuanhui's current state. His appearance was withered, as if his vitality had been stripped away.
"Very ordinary, hard to remember. But it seems likely he was from the Overlord Sect," the disciple replied.
Zhao Yang slowly began to channel his Chaos True Qi into Yuanhui's body. The energy was so powerful that if he pushed it in too quickly, it could overwhelm Yuanhui. Therefore, Zhao Yang carefully guided his True Qi into Yuanhui's meridians.
What happened next left everyone speechless. The once lifeless Yuanhui began to change; his face smoothed out and regained a healthy bronze color, while the sagging flesh tightened. However, Yuanhui did not awaken; his breath remained weak but gradually warmed, showing signs of life.
Zhao Yang glanced back at Scholar Xiu, who nodded in response. A greenish-blue aura appeared in Scholar Xiu's hand, which swept across Yuanhui's face and circled around him. Moments later, Yuanhui opened one eye.
As soon as Yuanhui opened his eyes, a cruel glint flashed within them as he pointed a finger at Zhao Yang's heart. The suddenness of the attack caught Zhao Yang off guard; there was no time to evade due to their close proximity, and he was struck immediately.
In a split second, Zhao Yang retaliated by smashing Yuanhui's head with a palm strike, staggering back two steps. This all transpired in the blink of an eye; only Nangong Wuxin, at the Divine Transformation Stage, could see what had happened clearly. Even Song Baliang was confused and somewhat angry at Zhao Yang, feeling concern for his junior brother but unable to understand why Zhao Yang would kill someone so close.
Scholar Xiu looked at Zhao Yang in astonishment, equally perplexed.
"How dare you, Zhao Yang! You actually killed a fellow sect brother!" a monk shouted angrily, questioning Zhao Yang.
"Zhao Yang, are you not being too ruthless? You killed an elder brother who has more seniority than Brother Ba Liang with a single strike! If you wanted to become the Holy Son, you could have just said so—why did you have to kill Brother Yuanhui?" another monk rebuked loudly.
"You've already been abusing your power within the sect; now you want to kill the Great Compassion Zen Master's direct disciple and seize the position of eldest brother? We've long been displeased with you!" another monk shouted, attempting to expel Zhao Yang.
"How outrageous! I am the sect's eldest brother! Are you saying that Zhao Yang should kill me too? He is my own junior brother; if he killed Yuanhui, there must be a reason!" Song Baliang roared.
Zhao Yang replied, "He was controlled by someone’s Divine Sense; my reaction was indeed a bit excessive."
Zhao Yang spat out a mouthful of blood with a gasp. It may have seemed like just a single finger strike, but Yuanhui was the most powerful disciple of Xuanfo Temple. Caught off guard, Zhao Yang had been hit in a vital spot and sustained serious injuries.
"Are you really going to take someone's life just because you overreacted? What do you think we are?" one of the monks shouted.
Zhao Yang turned to look at the monk, and in an instant, he vanished from his spot, reappearing right in front of him. The monk's eyes widened in panic as a cruel glint flickered in his pupils. Zhao Yang's fist halted abruptly, only to suddenly smash the head of the monk standing beside him.
The previous monk collapsed in fear, and before anyone could speak, Zhao Yang declared, "I kill without needing an explanation. Just think about why you’re still alive."
His aura was overwhelming and chilling, sending shivers down spines. In that moment, Zhao Yang displayed his dominance and strength not because he viewed others as insignificant, but because he understood the peculiar and troublesome nature of Divine Sense Attack.
Within One Hundred Thousand Volumes of Books, there was an ancient scroll dedicated to explaining the most unique aspect of Divine Sense Attack: Mind Control. Mind Control was incredibly difficult to master, far more advanced than Divine Sense Attack itself. In Zhao Yang's understanding, Mind Control resembled hypnosis; those with weaker willpower could easily fall under its influence. Human willpower is not always strong; there are moments of weakness, such as when one is about to fall asleep when their will is particularly vulnerable and susceptible to being manipulated by Divine Sense.
The most terrifying aspect of Mind Control is the ability to control an enemy's loved ones. Once successful, it could lead to sudden attacks or poisoning that posed a lethal threat. Even more frightening was that Mind Control could be transferred back and forth among those with weak willpower; if discovered, the practitioner could immediately shift their Divine Sense into another person's mind.
Zhao Yang killed Yuanhui partly out of anger from being attacked and partly because Yuanhui had been Mind Controlled. Historically, there had been instances where a key figure from a powerful Cultivation Family was Mind Controlled and ended up killing many people. The only way to deal with such a situation was to expel that person's Divine Sense. The simplest method was to destroy their head, but no one dared to do it alone; without cooperation, they couldn't subdue him. By the time they considered joining forces, it was too late—the family had been nearly wiped out.
Zhao Yang did not hesitate to crush Yuanhui's head because he understood the dangers of Primordial Spirit control. If someone under control suffered severe brain damage without timely intervention, it would cause immense harm to the practitioner’s own Divine Sense—ranging from confusion to extensive brain damage or even death from an explosion of the head. Zhao Yang had little personal connection with Yuanhui; he had only taken something from him and shared some insights on Body Refinement. If he couldn't act decisively against someone he merely knew, he wouldn't be Zhao Yang.
In Zhao Yang's view, his family and friends were off-limits; women were untouchable. As for others who provoked him, there was no one he feared killing. If he spared Yuanhui, given his cultivation level, he could potentially kill many from Xuanfo Temple or even Scholar Xiu on the spot and pose a threat to Song Baliang and Nangong Wuxin. After all, if someone like him could be harmed, how could others at the same level escape?
He couldn't afford any mistakes; he still didn't know who his enemies were. If he hesitated, they would likely continue controlling those around him. His ruthless actions were meant to show hidden enemies that he was not someone to be trifled with. Next time they appeared, he would smash the heads of those they controlled without hesitation. Primordial Spirit control was incredibly dangerous; one misstep could lead to fatal consequences for the practitioner. This served as a significant deterrent; otherwise, more lives would be lost.
Meanwhile, atop a distant Giant Tree stood an ordinary-looking young man who spat blood, his eyes bloodshot and veins bulging on his forehead while blood trickled from his ears. He grimaced in pain as he clutched his head and smashed his palm against the tree in frustration, gritting his teeth as he growled, "Zhao Yang!"
Zhao Yang withdrew his gaze from afar. He knew who had been Mind Controlled thanks to his powerful Divine Sense; without him, no one else could easily discern who among them had been manipulated. His current Divine Sense Power had grown beyond what most could comprehend, allowing him to clearly sense the movements of hidden enemies' Divine Sense nearby.
"Here, follow me!" Zhao Yang said without explanation or calling anyone to follow him, then took off toward a certain location.
Song Baliang, Nangong Wuxin, and Scholar Xiu exchanged glances. Song Baliang addressed the disciples of Xuanfo Temple, "Everyone, come with me!"
The disciples of Xuanfo Temple did not question him. Song Baliang was the backbone of this generation of disciples, and with Yuanhui dead, they naturally followed his lead. A group of them followed Zhao Yang to a mountainous area, where they found the ground littered with corpses, all dressed in identical clothing with no signs of any other sect's attire.
"This... are these the people from Overlord Sect? They are all dead?!" a monk from Xuanfo Temple exclaimed, staring in horror at the sea of bodies.
"Has Overlord Sect been exterminated?"
"Junior brother, what is going on?" Song Baliang asked. "What kind of person could wipe out Overlord Sect? Don't they fear the retaliation from Overlord Saint?"
"Overlord Sect practiced both internal and external cultivation; it is a sect that developed in balance. Although their Body Refinement Technique may not be as strong as that of Xuanfo Temple, their Dao techniques are somewhat more aggressive. Could it be that some of the geniuses from Genius Academy launched a surprise attack? I heard that Genius Academy has produced several experts comparable to the Twelve Divine Generals in their youth, who are now considered Divine General Candidates. Could it be them?"
"It was Yuan Lie," Zhao Yang replied. "They died from infighting."
Not far from them lay a corpse that had been mutilated beyond recognition. Judging by the exquisite shoes and the sword that was a treasure, Zhao Yang guessed that this person was likely the new Holy Son of Overlord Sect.
Following Zhao Yang's gaze, Nangong Wuxin said, "Is that the Overlord Saint Child?"
Zhao Yang nodded, confirming Nangong Wuxin's suspicion. He continued, "Before entering Heavenly Mechanism Mountain, I discovered that the former Overlord Saint Child, Yuan Lie, had been demoted to someone who only provided swords for the new Overlord Saint Child. Yuan Lie was very calm; he never attacked during our encounters because he could assess his chances of winning against me. He chose not to act because he lacked confidence. Previously, I sensed a threat from him; only now do I understand what it was. The former Overlord Saint Child, Yuan Lie, practiced Forbidden Technique: Mind Control, and controlled the new Overlord Saint Child to slaughter his own sect."
Yuan Lie had endured humiliation from everyone in Overlord Sect all this time just to wait for this day!
During his time in Overlord Sect, Yuan Lie had considered taking action several times but knew that Overlord Saint's cultivation was too high; even a single finger could crush him. Although he was his master, he was certain that if it were known he practiced this Forbidden Technique and killed his fellow disciples, he would be killed as well. Thus, he had been waiting for this opportunity.
Within the Heavenly Mechanism Mountain, the Overlord Saint could not enter, nor could the elders. Finally, he could wash away his previous humiliation and kill all those who had insulted him without lifting a finger. Nothing felt more satisfying than this.
"Did you all see? If Zhao Yang hadn't killed those two Senior Brothers and injured Yuan Lie's Divine Sense, our fate would likely not be much different from that of the Overlord Sect!" Scholar Xiu exclaimed loudly.
The disciples of Xuanfo Temple finally understood what was happening.
"Zhao Yang, we misunderstood you."
"Zhao Yang, we didn't realize how things were; you've suffered."
The people of Xuanfo Temple began to comprehend Zhao Yang's actions. He waved his hand and said, "We are all fellow Senior Brothers. It wasn't easy for me to kill them either, but controlling the Primordial Spirit is a Forbidden Technique, far more bizarre than attacking with the Primordial Spirit itself. You all need to be cautious in the future."
The disciples nodded, their gratitude and admiration for Zhao Yang evident; he had saved them despite bearing the brunt of their scorn.
Nangong Wuxin's long hair flowed in the wind amidst the smoke. He sighed and said, "First it was Shiyunsheng, and now we have Yuan Lie. Their abilities are so unique that they cannot simply be dealt with through Combat Power. Yet those high and mighty leaders still think they are invincible. The suppression of the heavenly laws has been lifted; in just a few years, they will grow stronger. How will we fight then?"
"Also, when we encountered Yuanhui earlier, we noticed his life force was nearly extinguished and weak. I wonder if it was Yuan Lie's doing. He had a confrontation with someone from Genius Academy; if it was one of them, we might be in trouble again."
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