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The four continued their journey, encountering several attacks from the Fire Crow along the way. Turbulence surged through the air, but Zhao Yang skillfully led the others to evade danger each time. Meanwhile, on other Sky Ladders not far away, the number of cultivators was dwindling; some Sky Ladders were even completely deserted. However, with a hundred thousand Sky Ladders to traverse, this was merely the first trial.
Following Zhao Yang, the three ascended the Sky Ladder throughout the night. By dawn, they finally caught sight of what seemed to be the end of their journey, as a faint outline of the shore appeared in the distance.
For some unknown reason, Zhao Yang suddenly stopped.
"What’s wrong?" Nangong Wuxin asked from behind.
"The Sky Ladder has been severed," Zhao Yang replied. The group looked up and realized that the path ahead had vanished! They were suspended at an altitude of ten thousand meters in a Weightless Space where flying was impossible. Even jumping would only allow them to leap slightly farther than an ordinary person. There was still nearly a thousand meters to go—how could an ordinary person jump that far?
Was it due to the peculiar terrain of Heavenly Mechanism Mountain, or was it a deliberate test by Central Sovereign? As they pondered why the Sky Ladder had been cut off, a figure appeared at the end of the Sky Ladder on the shore.
"Who is that person?" Scholar Xiu asked, having never seen him before.
A young man stood there with a sword in hand, dressed in white with matching socks. He had sharp brows and bright eyes, a hint of cold laughter and mockery playing at the corners of his mouth.
"He's from another Sky Ladder. Previously, he killed everyone who traveled with him and obtained Ancient Treasure along the way. Now he has reached the shore before us; he must be the one who destroyed our Sky Ladder," Nangong Wuxin explained. The young man standing with his sword was still quite far away, visible only to him and Zhao Yang.
"Did you destroy our Sky Ladder?" Zhao Yang asked sharply, his gaze intense.
The young man nodded. "Indeed, it was me."
"Why?"
"Hmm?" The young man looked puzzled.
In the Cultivation World, Rivalry Among Hundreds of Ships made competition particularly fierce on Heavenly Mechanism Mountain. Only the top ten would receive rewards; the reallocation of the Five Major Sects would also come from these ten individuals. It was simple enough to obstruct opponents who seemed likely to pose a threat—so why did this person ask why?
Zhao Yang's question was straightforward: I haven't provoked you; why do you interfere with me?
The young man was momentarily at a loss for words, finally responding, "I just don't like you."
This answer was, in fact, the best Zhao Yang could think of in his heart.
"I don't like you, so I'll hit you. I don't like you, which is why I cut off your Sky Ladder path. No need for any grandiose reasons."
"I thought you would say that we are impressive and pose a threat to you, which is why you destroyed our Sky Ladder path," Zhao Yang continued.
"You think too highly of yourself," the young man replied.
"Why shouldn't I think highly of myself? Are you so sure that you are stronger than me?" Zhao Yang asked.
"I am definitely stronger than you because I am on the Shore. Don't try to provoke me into saving you just to prove who's better; that's child's play and won't work with me," the young man said.
"Then it seems you're not very strong. If I were in your position, I could easily crush them without fearing anyone. Unlike you, who weighs options and hesitates, I wouldn't even bother destroying someone else's Sky Ladder path. You know it takes a whole day and night to climb up once; you don't even respect the basic achievements of others," Zhao Yang continued.
Song Baliang and Scholar Xiu listened in confusion, not understanding why Zhao Yang was saying all this.
"Anyone can talk big; if you're so impressive, just jump over here yourself," the young man sneered.
"You know there’s Weightless Space here, and it’s natural Weightless Space; there's no way to jump over," Zhao Yang stated plainly.
"From the way you're talking, I thought you could jump over," the young man replied.
"My words aren't exaggerated because I do have some skills; I'm from Xuanfo Temple." For the first time in a confrontation, Zhao Yang mentioned his sect's name, but those who knew him understood he wasn't trying to intimidate others with the name of the Five Great Sects.
"Hahaha!" The young man laughed heartily. "Xuanfo Temple, one of the Five Great Sects, is quite impressive! A declining sect that’s fading away—what's there to be arrogant about? Killing you would be like slaughtering dogs!"
Zhao Yang shook his head and said, "Let's not discuss how you'd kill us like dogs for now. However, you're mistaken about one thing: Xuanfo Temple has been thriving for three thousand years since its establishment. Why do you say it's declining? Have you never formed your own opinion beyond hearsay?"
The young man seemed to be growing impatient with Zhao Yang's words. "With a hundred thousand people in Azure Cloud Palace, fifty thousand disciples from You Xian Sect, eight thousand from Overlord Sect, three thousand from Falling Flower Valley, and a thousand from Xuanfo Temple, you still say that Xuanfo Temple is not gradually declining? Even if you alone can take on ten opponents, it means nothing in the grand scheme of the cultivation world. To some real major sects and hidden clans, your strength is insignificant. What good does it do to say all this? Do you naively think that just because we've exchanged a few words, I would feel some sympathy for you and save you?"
Zhao Yang shook his head. "No, I'm only saying this to buy time. Just look behind you."
"Haha, you're really amusing. I stopped playing such childish games when I was nine!" The young man laughed heartily, but his expression grew increasingly serious, clearly on the verge of fury.
"Alas, I can't compare to you; I'm still playing such games at this age. But soon enough, you'll die by my hand, and it will be quite tragic because you've successfully provoked my anger." Zhao Yang glanced at the young man's back and made a gesture as if cutting his throat.
The young man noticed that the two people behind Zhao Yang were also wide-eyed. Behind the leading youth sat another boy with a doll-like face, meditating cross-legged. In that instant, realization struck him, and without looking back, he turned to flee!
However, he had barely taken a few steps before someone grabbed him!
Nangong Wuxin's Primordial Spirit emerged, standing behind the young man. His massive Primordial Spirit lifted the youth as if he were a struggling grasshopper and then slammed him down onto the ground!
Crack!
Every bone in the young man's body shattered upon impact, blood spewing from his mouth. Yet he slapped the ground and leaped up again, attempting to counterattack. He had heard that Primordial Spirits had no defensive capabilities; his sword suddenly unsheathed behind him, its purple light controlled by his will as it pierced through the cliff's barrier in an attempt to cleave the boy's Primordial Spirit. However, the enormous Primordial Spirit merely flicked its index finger, sending his sword crashing into the mountainside, burrowing deep underground!
The power of an emerging Primordial Spirit was comparable to that of a False Infant realm practitioner; even a hundred Core Formation Stage cultivators would be no match!
Then Nangong Wuxin's Primordial Spirit descended like a giant palm, slamming the young man into the mud layer and causing the entire mountain to tremble and collapse. The Sky Ladder shook violently.
"Don't kill him; leave him alive," Zhao Yang's cold voice echoed.
It turned out that long before Zhao Yang and Song Baliang saw the sword-wielding youth appear, they had already devised a strategy. They were still a kilometer away from the shore and could not leap over; long-range attacks would be ineffective as well. Their position remained in Weightless Space; even if Zhao Yang used Time Walk, the immense resistance would likely prevent them from crossing that kilometer distance. Moreover, turbulent currents could appear at any moment; if they were inadvertently caught in one, death would be inevitable.
The only solution Zhao Yang could think of was to use his Primordial Spirit. Based on his observations, Weightless Space posed no obstacles to ethereal bodies; since Primordial Spirits were ethereal entities, traversing Weightless Space was naturally no problem. This was the smartest and most direct way to resolve their predicament quickly. Nangong Wuxin agreed; this was his second time using his Primordial Spirit.
Emerging Primordial Spirits was one of the abilities attained by cultivators upon reaching the Divine Transformation Stage. Back when he was at Myriad Spirit Sect, Demon Hunter Supreme had repeatedly warned him not to recklessly use the power of Primordial Spirits after reaching Divine Transformation Stage because they were too fragile and lacked any defensive capabilities—once struck, death was almost certain. Thus, after experiencing his Primordial Spirit leaving his body during his first cultivation session, he had never used it again since then.
But the moment his Primordial Spirit emerged, Nangong Wuxin felt an unprecedented power. No wonder there were so many taboos surrounding the emergence of the Primordial Spirit; such immense power naturally came with danger.
Nangong Wuxin extended a large hand formed from ethereal energy, intending to bring Zhao Yang, Song Baliang, and Scholar Xiu, along with his own physical body, to the shore. However, at that moment, his physical body suddenly opened its eyes, sensing the breath of death.
Whoosh!
A Silver Spear pierced through the heavens and earth, silently attacking from behind Nangong Wuxin with incredible speed. He had no time to turn around and immediately summoned a powerful protective shield from the Divine Transformation Stage to guard his Primordial Spirit. Yet, the shield was as insubstantial as air before the Silver Spear, offering no resistance whatsoever as it aimed directly at Nangong Wuxin.
"Quick, return!" Song Baliang and Scholar Xiu exclaimed in alarm; they did not want Nangong Wuxin to die.
Nangong Wuxin desperately wanted to recall his spirit, but returning the Primordial Spirit required a brief moment of time. The Silver Spear was too fast—so fast that he couldn't execute another action. Moreover, the three people in his grasp had yet to reach the shore. If he suddenly returned, not only would the three perish, but his own physical body would also fall into the chaotic current and meet the same fate. It was better to save them first! With a loud shout, he hurled Zhao Yang, Song Baliang, and Scholar Xiu towards safety.
Everyone believed that his Primordial Spirit could not withstand the Silver Spear; it was simply too fragile. If he tried to take it head-on, he would surely be harmed.
However, just three zhang away from him, a shadow suddenly appeared in front of him and caught the Silver Spear. The force of the spear was so great that it pushed this figure backward until they collided with Nangong Wuxin's Primordial Spirit.
Nangong Wuxin's main body spat out a mouthful of blood and fell to the shore, convulsing uncontrollably as his Primordial Spirit vanished. Song Baliang and Scholar Xiu rushed to his side to provide aid. Scholar Xiu's powerful healing abilities calmed Nangong Wuxin slightly while Song Baliang retrieved Earth Spirit Spring Liquid from his pocket and poured it into Nangong Wuxin's mouth.
In mid-air, Zhao Yang still clutched the Silver Spear and looked into the distance. Blood flowed from his tiger mouth, clearly cut by the Silver Spear; whoever had attacked was formidable.
"Why?" Zhao Yang repeated this question. "We did not provoke you; why attack us?"
Ahead appeared five men dressed in identical attire—Brocade Robe and Mink Fur. Their heads radiated light, with lotus flower symbols on their foreheads. They exuded an aura of Dao Yun that pressed down upon all beneath them.
At this moment, countless people had already begun to ascend the Sky Ladder. Some noticed the battle unfolding here and rushed over to watch and investigate.
"Why bother asking why when killing you ants is reason enough?" one of the five men said with elegance, a smirk playing on his lips as disdain flickered in his eyes.
"No need to ask why; we misunderstood you," Zhao Yang replied.
"Um?" Zhao Yang's words left everyone who heard them puzzled, as this was not a typical response.
After speaking, Zhao Yang approached the young man who had been blasted into the ground by Nangong Wuxin's Primordial Spirit. He calmly said, "Just now, I thought you were arrogant enough, but I didn't expect five even more arrogant ones to show up. The effects of Weightless Space are gone here; we can fly freely. I just told you that I am from Xuanfo Temple and that I could easily crush anyone here. Now, let me demonstrate so you can see the consequences of provoking a major sect."
As soon as Zhao Yang finished speaking, it sparked discontent among some arriving cultivators nearby. They looked at Zhao Yang with scorn and said, "What is Xuanfo Temple? Just you alone? Who do you think you are? We have dozens of figures here, all elites from various sects and clans. Do you think you can just say you'll crush us like a chick?"
"You’re boasting too much. A trash sect like Xuanfo Temple, filled with monks who pretend to be ghosts, reciting scriptures and being vegetarians while ignoring their good lives—I've long found it unbearable."
"Exactly! If it weren't for the ruthless king they support, that tiny temple would have been flattened countless times by now."
Zhao Yang nodded and replied, "Very well, I'm quite satisfied with what you've said; now I have no regrets."
In the next moment, Zhao Yang swung the Stone Hammer in his hand. With a thought, the Stone Hammer expanded to fill the sky and came crashing down. Zhao Yang used the method of weight manipulation to increase the hammer's weight to a point where even he could not move it.
Terrified voices erupted as the sound of collapsing mountains echoed from Heavenly Mechanism Mountain. A group of people was turned to dust by the Stone Hammer. For the first time, Zhao Yang had increased the hammer's weight to an uncontrollable level. Despite the myriad abilities of those cultivators, they could not escape death. However, two cultivators possessed single-attribute Wind Spirit Roots and practiced movement techniques, allowing them to narrowly escape disaster. But how could Zhao Yang allow them to flee? His hand transformed into a mountain as he struck at one of them.
That cultivator was also at the Core Formation Stage and found himself unable to dodge against Zhao Yang’s full power in the Enlightenment Realm and his Divine Sense fully unleashed. He was smashed into a pulp by Zhao Yang's palm. The other attempted to flee in the opposite direction but found himself frozen in mid-air!
Zhao Yang was furious—furious without reason. His Divine Sense was powerful enough to immobilize ordinary cultivators of the same level.
With a pop!
Zhao Yang crushed the one trying to escape as easily as squeezing a chick.
The young man beneath him stared blankly with a mix of fear and confusion on his face; at that moment, he was not afraid but simply could not comprehend what was happening.
So he spoke up and asked Zhao Yang, "Why?" Why were you so powerful? These were all elites among elites; how could you just crush them like that? Why?
"Because I am a disciple of the Great Sect, I am a disciple of Xuanfo Temple." Zhao Yang once again mentioned Xuanfo Temple, one of the Five Great Sects.
Indeed, when most people refer to their sect, it is often a reminder for others to think twice before making a move. However, when Zhao Yang mentioned Xuanfo Temple, he did so to demonstrate the strength of the sect through his own power.
At that moment, Zhao Yang resembled a killing demon as he pulled the young man from the pit and pinned him against a massive rock. Calmly, he picked up the weapons of the deceased and began to nail them—knives, swords, and spikes—into the young man's body one by one.
The young man panicked, cursing and begging for mercy, screaming in agony. Yet Zhao Yang seemed not to hear him at all. He focused on the young man's limbs, searching for the right spots as if he were a carpenter, hammer and nails in hand, tapping away at his creation until it was complete.
"In your next life, don't come to me with some hearsay personal opinions trying to reason with me," Zhao Yang said as he looked at the young man's head. In his terror, he drove the final nail into the young man's crown.
This was the source of his fury.
"Interesting, interesting. This person is quite amusing," remarked the five figures who strolled down from the sky without a hint of fear. Instead, they observed Zhao Yang's actions with great interest.
Zhao Yang refrained from attacking them first because he sensed their overwhelming strength. In his perception, each of these five individuals surpassed the Holy Son in power.
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