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Within the Ghost Gate Space, Ghost Path was taken aback and shouted, "Enlightenment!"
No one understood the meaning of Enlightenment better than him. In terms of Combat Power and Cultivation Method, he was confident he could become a leader in the Zhongzhou Continent. However, when faced with someone of the same level who could achieve Enlightenment, he felt a sense of helplessness. Below the Enlightenment Realm, all actions and illusions could be seen through; all his plans were in vain.
Ghost Path never expected that the boy unaffected by his Dark Exile could not only rescue others but also successfully achieve Enlightenment within his dark space.
Once Enlightenment was achieved, his Dark Exile would become meaningless. No matter how unique his Cultivation Method was, it could not compare to the peculiarities of the Enlightenment Realm. Throughout his life, he had only been defeated by a peer—someone who had successfully achieved Enlightenment at the early stage of Core Formation.
With a roar, Ghost Path took the initiative to attack. Millions of Ghost Soldiers surged out from within the Ghost Gate Space, charging towards Zhao Yang. Nangong Wuxin's Demon Hunting Soul Pursuit Technique swept through, turning all the Ghost Soldiers into dust. The Demon Hunting Soul Pursuit Technique was specifically designed to counter demons and spirits, making it particularly effective against such ghostly entities. In an instant, all the Ghost Soldiers let out wails of agony. Seeing this, Ghost Path spat out a mouthful of grayish-white blood and smeared it on his hands. He then swiftly drew a ghostly figure in the air; that figure grew in size with the wind and descended like a mountain, aiming to stomp on Zhao Yang's position. He was terrified because he knew that if this boy achieved Enlightenment, he would likely be utterly defeated.
Under Zhao Yang's shared Enlightenment Realm, Nangong Wuxin realized that Zhao Yang was about to emerge from the dark space. As he saw the ghostly foot descending like a field aimed at crushing Zhao Yang, he rolled over to Zhao Yang's side to brace against the incoming attack. This took immense effort as Ghost Path had already unleashed his ultimate move.
Nangong Wuxin was being pressed down inch by inch; the sound of crunching snow echoed in the night sky. Inside the Ghost Gate Space, he was firmly suppressed, gasping for breath and drenched in sweat, unable to withstand even a fraction of the Mountain Ghost's footprint.
Ignoring Nangong Wuxin, Ghost Path charged towards Zhao Yang. Suddenly, a chilling skeletal hand appeared in his grasp—a three-pronged bone aimed directly at Zhao Yang's heart. Nangong Wuxin was alarmed; he rubbed his palms together and unleashed a powerful Demon Hunting Soul Pursuit Technique. He gathered all his True Qi into this one strike; if it hit Ghost Path, it would surely mean death for him. Being a ghostly body himself, he could not withstand the strongest blow from a Divine Transformation Stage expert, especially one targeting demons and spirits.
However, instead of dodging, Ghost Path charged forward even more fiercely, intent on killing Zhao Yang. Nangong Wuxin felt powerless; just as he was about to be pierced through the heart, Song Baliang opened his eyes and grabbed hold of the skeletal trident, snapping it apart with a loud crack.
"Don't harm my junior brother," Song Baliang said weakly; he was healing and unable to move.
Ghost Path was struck by the Demon Hunting Soul Pursuit Technique; his physical body shattered as he was sent flying backward for five hundred feet. The technique devoured his soul and bones; his body exploded into fragments. Yet moments later, Ghost Path reformed from the mist. He rose again, severely injured but still intent on killing Zhao Yang. A surge of boundless ghostly energy in the form of Dao Fire rushed towards Zhao Yang while the skeletal hand shot forth as well—anyone who came into contact would suffer severe injuries or even death.
Nangong Wuxin descended from above but was crushed down by the enormous ghostly foot. He had exhausted all his strength to unleash the Demon Hunting Soul Pursuit Technique against Ghost Path's body; however, within Ghost Path's Domain, he could not kill him. Though injured, Ghost Path's life was not in danger.
Nangong Wuxin felt powerless to land. He had intended to hold on until Zhao Yang emerged, but now four hours had passed. Zhao Yang had likely been in the silent darkness for what felt like a year, yet he could not even spare Zhao Yang this little time. He sent a message to Zhao Yang, tinged with guilt.
Zhao Yang awoke, and all the light and sound around him instantly returned to how it once was, but his senses were sharper, the noise thunderous.
The Ghost Path charged from the opposite side, its face twisted in rage, shouting loudly. Zhao Yang did not blink; he slowly raised his head to look at the dim sky above. It should have been a bright sunny day, yet it was shrouded in thick mist, which displeased him.
Above him, Nangong Wuxin slowly descended like a feather. At Zhao Yang's mental command, Nangong Wuxin silently landed on the ground, eyes wide with astonishment.
Beside him, Song Baliang was gravely injured and did not turn around, standing guard beside him. Zhao Yang recalled a line of poetry: whether you see me or not, I am right there, silent and unnoticed, neither sad nor happy.
Behind him, Scholar Xiu had already fainted, looking weary with furrowed brows as if he were merely asleep.
In front of him, the Ghost Path surged forward like a flood beast with overwhelming force, its mouth agape as if roaring. Its eyes were filled with strange terror.
Zhao Yang's lips curled slightly upward as he spread his fingers; a gust of wind arose. The Ghost Gate Space suddenly transformed into a vortex and vanished into Zhao Yang's palm. Then, using the principles of weight and size, he pointed at the approaching Ghost Path. The Ghost Path was pierced through the head as if by a bullet and then flew backward for dozens of miles.
Brilliant light illuminated the world; grass and trees flew about, creating a long trail of dust like a dragon's tail visible for miles.
"Is it still alive?" Zhao Yang was surprised by how resilient the Ghost Path was. He realized that the Ghost Gate Forbidden Arts were indeed troublesome. Dozens of miles away, the Ghost Path coughed up blood, its brow split open, wounded at its very core.
Fear filled his eyes as he recognized that the young man just now possessed power akin to that of the Heavenly Dao—an Enlightenment talent that appeared only once in a millennium. How fortunate he was to encounter two such individuals! This era should have been his time to shine. During his days at Genius Academy, he had been the center of attention. Although practicing the Ghost Gate Cultivation Method had deteriorated his body further, as long as he found a way to reshape his physical form, his path could become unparalleled in this world. He could stand proudly among his peers and ultimately become a supreme being like the Twelve Divine Generals. From a young age, he had shown potential to become one of them but had been thwarted by fate.
Though there were twelve Divine Generals, they were not all of the same generation. The lifespan of a Divine General could reach a thousand years; their cultivation must be exceptional enough to place them at the pinnacle. In any given era, it was possible that not even one invincible genius existed; thus, candidates for the Twelve Divine Generals had to be the absolute best among their contemporaries.
Lying on the rocky ground, gazing at the blue sky, he fell into a daze, recalling what Zhao Yang had said—he needed a friend.
In the distance, Zhao Yang used Chaos True Qi to awaken Scholar Xiu. Once awake, Scholar Xiu quickly employed his healing techniques to mend the damaged bodies and meridians of Nangong Wuxin and Song Baliang.
"He's not dead yet?" Nangong Wuxin asked weakly, her face pale. Her Divine Sense was remarkable, allowing her to sense a faint life force from Ghost Path several miles away.
Zhao Yang nodded slightly in response. He retracted the Chaos True Qi that had been swirling around his hand, and the Enlightenment Realm also faded away. Everything around them returned to normal; the mountains remained unchanged, and the sunlight was beautiful, though the ground was a mess, littered with debris.
"Ghost Path is truly troublesome. Letting him escape this time will definitely cause problems," Song Baliang sighed. The once talented individual found himself unable to retaliate against someone who had him firmly suppressed. Ghost Path's techniques were too unique and bizarre for ordinary cultivators to handle.
Zhao Yang narrowed his eyes slightly as he looked into the distance and sighed again. "He’s going to die."
The four of them traveled several miles to a rocky outcrop, where they found Ghost Path lying quietly on a stone, staring blankly at the azure sky, devoid of any emotion. A bloody hole pierced through his forehead.
Normally, even if his physical body were shattered, he could reassemble himself and live again. But now, blood oozed slowly from the hole in his head, unable to be stopped. Chaos True Qi flowed from his wound, continuously destroying his body.
Zhao Yang's Chaos True Qi could heal when flowing in the right direction and could kill when reversed; it could destroy even the most special of constitutions, leaving enemies with no hope of recovery. He knew that ordinary means would not be able to kill Ghost Path; the only way was to destroy his essence, causing his Spiritual Root to wither and rendering his meridians inoperable—effectively making him a cripple. Since Ghost Path's Cultivation Method required constant absorption of energy from his body, if his meridians were ruined, he would simply be waiting for death.
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