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Chapter One Hundred Ninety-Five: Enemies in the World
"No matter how lowly the human race is, you are one of them!" Zhao Yang took the initiative to strike, his fist reflecting the sky as he charged towards Ghost Path.
Ghost Path coughed lightly and pointed a finger at Zhao Yang's fist. With a soft sound, Zhao Yang was sent flying back like a bullet, crashing to the ground and carving a riverbed into the earth.
Zhao Yang flipped himself up, standing in the riverbed. He looked at Ghost Path with a hint of doubt. The blow from Ghost Path had not caused him much harm; his physical body was strong, and he had a fragment of the Imperial Scripture protecting him. Yet, just that single strike made him feel a sense of helplessness.
All along, Zhao Yang had believed he stood at the pinnacle of the Core Formation Stage. However, after facing Ghost Path's finger, he finally sensed the gap between them. Although Zhao Yang had not practiced for long, he never repeated techniques because his understanding of the Dao was unparalleled. Each time he learned something new, he would reach the peak without needing to repeat it. Thus, he practiced with utmost dedication, almost forgetting himself.
Ghost Path chuckled and said, "I told you, within the Ghost Gate Space, I am not invincible. That applies to those whose realms are too high. Among those of the same level, no one can rival me! Even back then, not even the Dao of Heaven could match me!"
Zhao Yang pondered. From Ghost Path's words, he learned that the top expert of Genius Academy was someone called Dao of Heaven. At the Core Formation Stage, Dao of Heaven could achieve Enlightenment, but during their sparring at that stage, Dao of Heaven could not defeat Ghost Path.
Dao of Heaven was known as the top expert of Genius Academy; Zhao Yang had heard this name more than once from disciples of Genius Academy. Therefore, Dao of Heaven's current cultivation should be at the Divine Transformation Stage. To surpass Ghost Path would require Enlightenment and being at the Divine Transformation Stage.
Zhao Yang had achieved Enlightenment earlier than anyone else; however, due to his Chaotic Root, even with a Spirit Pearl and an abundance of Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures, he could only walk step by step on the path of greatness like an ordinary genius. Thus, his cultivation speed was not very fast. For over two months now, Zhao Yang's cultivation had remained at the seventh layer of the Core Formation Stage. He had considered this issue during these days.
When Sun Wukong first planted the Chaotic Root in him, his expression had been somewhat grim. It took three years to elevate him from an ordinary person to the third layer of Qi Refinement Stage. Looking back now, Zhao Yang found it terrifying how ruthless Sun Wukong had been in this matter; he suspected that when Sun Wukong realized how slowly the Chaotic Root was growing, he might have thought about abandoning him altogether. So Sun Wukong sought out his sister and passed on another divine technique to him.
However, every beginning is difficult. If Sun Wukong hadn't expended effort to awaken his origin and pointed out the path of cultivation for him back then, perhaps he wouldn't be where he is today. Initially, when Zhao Yang learned that cultivating with a Chaotic Root was slow, he felt some resistance towards it. But over time, as the advantages suppressed by all Spiritual Roots began to manifest themselves due to the Chaotic Root's nature, Zhao Yang no longer regretted having it.
The speed of cultivation mattered little; standing at a peak in one path was what truly counted.
"Senior Brother! Nangong! Scholar!" Zhao Yang called out to the three, trying to wake them. He had already sent messages many times, calling out in his heart, but the three remained as still as corpses, showing no signs of life.
Zhao Yang wrapped his arms around himself, rubbing his palms together. In an instant, dozens of Void Blades shot out from between his hands, each following a different trajectory as they flew toward Ghost Path, who stood atop a giant skull. Ghost Path remained expressionless, casually deflecting the Void Blades as if swatting away flies.
Zhao Yang charged forward with tremendous force, shattering the massive skull beneath Ghost Path's feet with a single punch. Ghost Path floated away gracefully, watching Zhao Yang's frantic struggle with indifference, as if he were merely toying with him. It seemed he cared little for his own possessions; he was only interested in witnessing his opponent's pain and pleas for mercy.
After Zhao Yang smashed the skull, he suddenly vanished and reappeared behind Ghost Path, throwing a punch aimed at Ghost Path's temple. However, the moment his fist made contact, Ghost Path's body shattered like a bubble.
"Is it really impossible to win without using my ultimate move?!" Zhao Yang was furious. He had only wanted to test his skills; after all, he was self-taught and had never formally trained in martial arts—he had only seen it in movies. Since becoming a cultivator, he could execute all movements at will. Throughout his journey, he had never encountered anyone who could surpass him in skill. Yet now, facing Ghost Path felt like a child being held down by an adult and spun around. This made him feel an overwhelming urge to spit blood.
"Interesting," Ghost Path coughed lightly twice, his face slightly pale. "If it weren't for being in my Ghost Gate Space, I might not truly be your match."
Ghost Path's words relieved Zhao Yang somewhat. He realized he was within someone else's domain; anyone inside their domain was like a god—invincible and unstoppable. It was only natural that he couldn't win.
Zhao Yang merely wanted to see how he measured up against a top-tier opponent without using any spells or abilities. The result was clear: no one was favored by heaven and earth; even though he had cultivated his physical body and possessed incredible strength, he was not invincible.
"Are you sick?" Zhao Yang's sudden question surprised Ghost Path. He looked into Zhao Yang's bright and cunning eyes and nodded. "Yes, great power often comes with significant side effects. Heaven is unfair yet fair at the same time."
"Considering you're a genius and your abilities have opened my eyes—thankfully you're not as difficult as Shiyunsheng or Yuan Lie—let my friend go, and I won't kill you. Who knows? We might even become friends. You seem quite lonely; I imagine someone like you has no friends and no one willing to be your friend. Just scaring people to death isn't enough; I think you need a friend," Zhao Yang said sincerely.
Ghost Path coughed while laughing heartily. It was unclear whether he coughed due to laughing too hard or if he always coughed this way. After coughing for a while, his gaze turned cold again as he looked at Zhao Yang. "You are truly interesting; you can still tell jokes in such a situation. However, you are indeed the only calm person among all the opponents I've encountered at your level. Although I don't know where your confidence or courage comes from, I must say your jokes are quite terrible."
As soon as Ghost Path finished speaking, Scholar Xiu suddenly cried out in desperation, "Is there anyone? Is there anyone who can hear me? Zhao Yang! Song Baliang! Nangong! Come save me!"
On the other side, Song Baliang was reciting Buddhist scriptures, clearly on the brink of collapse.
As for Nangong Wuxin, he was trembling all over, tears streaming down his face, crying like a child.
Zhao Yangsheng was worried they might harm themselves, so he kept a close watch on their movements. However, he didn't have to worry about the three of them losing their minds; the reason was simple—they were his friends.
Ghost Path chuckled lightly, a look of pity in his eyes as he said, "I have always said that when a person is trapped in endless darkness, unable to see or touch anything, and hearing no sounds, it won't be long before they break down. Moreover, a cultivator's senses and spirit are several times, even dozens of times stronger than an ordinary person's. Loneliness and fear will be magnified endlessly; there is no one in this world who can endure such feelings. The only way out is suicide."
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