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Scholar Xiu, Nangong Wuxin, and Song Baliang walked a few laps in front of thousands of cultivators, their bags gradually filling up. Joy radiated from their faces, contrasting sharply with the expressions of those who had lost their treasures, making their smiles seem somewhat contemptuous.
Zhao Yang nodded in satisfaction and communicated through his Divine Sense for the three to hurry back and prepare to flee. He sensed someone approaching, a figure with extraordinary cultivation far surpassing that of the five from the Genius Academy. The aura was as powerful as a rampaging dragon, yet it emanated a chilling and sinister feeling.
Zhao Yang tucked the three bags into his robe according to their size and weight, then addressed the crowd below. "I will need to leave for a moment. If anyone appears suddenly, especially if they are masked like I was earlier, you must act immediately. I received word from the Dean that someone is impersonating me and is on their way here. You should attack them first; I will retrieve a Dao Artifact from the side. If anyone can subdue or even injure that person before I arrive, not only will you receive the treasures in these bags, but you will also gain my complete true inheritance!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the crowd erupted in excitement. They understood that while Spiritual Pills and magical artifacts were valuable, the unparalleled Cultivation Method of Ghost Path was what truly established his standing in the cultivation world. Some individuals immediately made up their minds to seize this opportunity for a brighter future, willing to expend all their strength to take down the newcomer. After all, within Heavenly Mechanism Mountain, the highest realm was only Divine Transformation Stage; there was no way thousands of Core Formation Stage cultivators couldn't defeat a single Divine Transformation Stage individual.
Of course, they excluded Ghost Path from their calculations since they had previously encountered him and had been thoroughly intimidated by his power. Just one strike had made them acutely aware of the vast difference in strength; it was not a battle on the same level. Everyone knew that Ghost Path from Genius Academy was someone qualified to become a Divine General. In today's world where heavenly principles were suppressed, being eligible to become a Divine General carried significant implications.
The Twelve Divine Generals—every one of them over five hundred years old—were all cultivators at the Tribulation Period.
Thus, Ghost Path being recognized as someone qualified to become a Divine General was the greatest affirmation of his potential to reach the Tribulation Period. The Tribulation Period was nearly akin to immortality; it represented one of the most powerful existences in the cultivation realm.
In ancient times, the founding Central Sovereign of Zhongzhou possessed boundless Combat Power and personally nurtured the Twelve Divine Generals to fight alongside him. Wherever the Twelve Divine Generals went, all Monsters and Demons fell before them. Over millennia, their status had risen dramatically, establishing them as the fundamental force behind Zhongzhou's might. The Twelve Divine Generals resided in seclusion within the imperial city, guarding against incursions from other regions of Five Elements Continent.
Their Combat Power could rival that of an entire nation.
Years passed, and the Twelve Divine Generals became an indomitable presence in people's hearts. At every Ten Thousand Methods Conference held once every hundred years, they would make an appearance, instilling fear among all challengers.
After leaving the valley, Zhao Yang and his three companions immediately headed toward the peak of Heavenly Mechanism Mountain without looking back. It wasn't out of fear; rather, they wanted to avoid confronting those who might discover their covert actions. Although some cultivators spoke of Ghost Path as an exceptionally strong Combat Power figure, they were all competing within Heavenly Mechanism Mountain. Moreover, Genius Academy and Xuanfo Temple had their own underlying tensions.
Along their journey, Song Baliang had already killed over a hundred junior students from Genius Academy. When they reached the opposite bank of Sky Ladder, they eliminated five top-tier experts comparable to Holy Sons. The methods of information transmission among cultivators were diverse and boundless; others from Genius Academy were already aware of these events. Yet they still did not regard Xuanfo Temple highly because they believed it simply did not measure up.
In the distance came sounds of earth-shattering chaos along with countless cries for mercy and screams from cultivators.
"Sir, we truly didn't know it was you; someone impersonated you and forced us to act!" a cultivator cried out in despair.
"He even stole all our Talisman! We beg for your mercy!"
The only response they received was a cold snort and an overwhelming fury. The cries of agony echoed around them, as some cultivators attempted to flee into the air, only to fall back to the ground after a short distance, their faces filled with terror and their voices trembling.
From a distance, Zhao Yang watched as a young boy who had escaped to the clouds spoke with a quivering voice, seemingly in tears. He fell from the clouds towards the distant Sky Ladder's cliff, but Zhao Yang couldn't discern what was happening and couldn't help but wonder, "Is there really someone so powerful at the Core Formation Stage?"
Zhao Yang understood just how formidable his Haotian Pill was; even Shiyunsheng's Dark Spiritual Root couldn't absorb it and was instead injured by it. This demonstrated how strong he was at the Core Formation Stage. Yet now, there was someone named Ghost Path who could single-handedly contend against thousands of cultivators? He found it hard to believe because he knew that if thousands attacked together, he might not be able to withstand them either. The thought of one person's Combat Power being so high made Zhao Yang sigh, "It seems I am not the strongest at the Core Formation Stage; I still have quite a distance to go before reaching that level!"
Zhao Yang and his three companions quickly moved away, while the cries from the valley gradually quieted down. Looking up at Heavenly Mechanism Mountain, he saw the sun shining brightly, with various exotic flowers and plants covering the ground—a picturesque scene occasionally interrupted by birdsong, creating a peaceful atmosphere.
"You destroyed my Dojo and impersonated me to deceive others; do you think you can escape?" a deep voice echoed.
The four could not tell where the voice came from, but suddenly the air ahead trembled. A skull as large as a rooftop emerged from the ground, its eye sockets glowing with green ghostly flames. The temperature around them dropped rapidly, sending chills down their spines.
All four were startled, especially Zhao Yang. The skull's sudden appearance was shocking despite his earlier preparation from hearing the voice. In broad daylight, this terrifying figure truly made his heart race.
Zhao Yang clutched his chest and took a breath. "Damn it! If you don't pretend to be a ghost, who would want you with such a twisted Cultivation Method?"
In this situation, Zhao Yang showed no fear. The skull responded by spewing black light towards him at an incredible speed, nearly catching him off guard. He swiftly dodged aside just as the spot where he had stood turned into a patch of black soil.
It was an ordinary attack but contained profound Dao Yun; the overwhelming killing intent sent shivers down Zhao Yang's spine.
"Something's off; retreat!" Zhao Yang warned his companions as he sensed that the surrounding space seemed shrouded in a layer of mist.
However, when Nangong Wuxin, Song Baliang, and Scholar Xiu tried to retreat, they found themselves rooted in place, unable to move, as if they were trapped in a quagmire.
The ghostly flames surged from the eye sockets of the skull, eerily leaping out and slowly advancing towards the three of them without any discernible path.
"Hmm? You actually managed to break free from my control." A man in a black robe appeared, his pupils shimmering with boundless starlight as he looked at Zhao Yang with some surprise.
Zhao Yang ignored him and stepped in front of the three. Just as the ghostly flames were about to engulf them, he blew gently at the flames. To his surprise, the more he blew, the faster they moved, suddenly darting into his mouth!
"Cough cough!" Zhao Yang coughed violently, gagging repeatedly. "Damn it, I really don't want to fight you. The more I find you disgusting, the more you pull this stunt!" As he spoke, he patted his chest, trying to expel the ghostly flame he had just swallowed.
"You actually consumed my Primordial Yin Ghost Fire! And you're completely unharmed!" The Black-Robed Youth exclaimed in a mix of surprise and anger.
"Who wants to eat your ghostly stuff? If it weren't to save someone, do you think I'd care?" Zhao Yang retorted. Seeing another ghostly flame about to burn Scholar Xiu, he had no choice but to blow again.
As expected, that ghostly flame also became part of Zhao Yang's insides. With his Chaos True Qi, he refined the ghostly fire in no time, turning it into a part of his Dao Fire.
Zhao Yang was now at the Earth Fire realm and had reached a master level on the Fire Path. The levels of the Fire Path were divided into Open Flame, True Fire, Earth Fire, and Heavenly Fire. Although Zhao Yang's progress in the Fire Path had been rapid and too easy, one must not forget that he possessed a Spirit Pearl.
The Spirit Pearl was known as the world's greatest treasure; no treasure could escape its search. Wherever Zhao Yang went, even the most dazzling treasures could hardly evade his grasp.
"Very well, I'll use you as nourishment for my corpse spirits. Though it's somewhat unappetizing, it's not a total loss," the Ghost Path said coldly. His brows arched high and his eyes slightly curved, as if nothing in this world could catch his interest; he wore an expression of weariness.
Song Baliang let out a loud roar, his body shining with golden light as he struggled against the invisible restraints. However, the more he fought, the more pained his expression became. Nangong Wuxin and Scholar Xiu also began to look anxious and confused.
Zhao Yang noticed their dazed expressions as if they were enchanted; they couldn't hear what he was saying. He attempted to communicate with them through sound transmission but found it impossible, as if they had been isolated in another world entirely.
"What have you done to them?" Zhao Yang's gaze gradually turned cold.
"Exiled them into darkness," Ghost Path's deep voice echoed.
"What do you mean?" Zhao Yang did not understand; knowing more about the enemy meant having a greater hope of victory.
Ghost Path spoke with the honesty one might reserve for a death row inmate. He did not believe that the few people before him could escape his domain, even though the young man in front of him was somewhat special. Over the years, he had encountered seven or eight young individuals who were beyond his control, yet in the end, they all perished.
"This is merely one of my Innate Divine Abilities. I wonder if you've heard of geniuses who can cultivate a Domain, creating their own space?" Ghost Path countered.
"We are within your Domain, so here, you are a god?" Zhao Yang replied, also posing a question; they were both quite clever.
Ghost Path shook his head. "Those who can cultivate a Domain are among the most extraordinary geniuses in the world. The cultivation realm has always been divided by aptitude, which is to say, Spiritual Roots determine the standards for cultivators. However, there are other factors that can distinguish one genius from another: race, Divine Power, Domain, and Enlightenment."
"Some races are born incredibly powerful; their bloodlines contain supreme legacies, destined from birth to possess world-destroying abilities. This is the most unfair aspect of existence for all beings. Divine Power is also an ability some cultivators are born with; some Divine Powers are so formidable that they can ignore levels and rules to challenge ancient existences. This too is unfair to the masses."
"Another standard for distinguishing geniuses is Domain, but this is the only ability that can be cultivated postnatally. Innate Domains are extremely powerful; mine is an acquired Domain, so I am not invincible. As for Enlightenment, it is said that perhaps one or two such individuals may be born in the world every thousand years—those who can see through all illusions. Unfortunately, I do not possess Enlightenment; this is my only shortcoming compared to the Heavenly Dao. The top genius at Genius Academy achieved Enlightenment at twenty years old and succeeded in Core Formation early on, breaking records that had stood for millennia in the cultivation realm."
"My Domain is Ghost Gate Space; within it, no cultivator can move, much like being pressed down by a ghost during a dream. However, there are always some individuals with strong willpower who realize they are dreaming and force themselves to wake up. The reason Ghost Gate Space cannot control you is that you are evidently one of those people."
"My Divine Power is Dark Exile; this is my Innate Divine Ability and extremely powerful. Anyone struck by it will have their consciousness exiled into darkness. In that darkness, there is no sound, no light, and no harm; yet no one can endure it because their feelings of loneliness as a cultivator become infinitely magnified. The perception of time slows dramatically; perhaps while I speak with you now, they have wandered aimlessly in darkness for three days or even Three Months—or possibly three years. No one has ever been able to break free from my Dark Exile; they all ultimately succumbed to suicide. Although killing them would be effortless for me, since I turned fifteen and began using Dark Exile on others, I have never laid a hand on them again. It disappoints me that over these years not a single person has emerged from Dark Exile; their desperate cries have left me numb—what a wretched race they belong to; how utterly hopeless their voices sound."
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