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Within Heavenly Mechanism Mountain, Zhao Yang's Primordial Spirit soared from the Summit, his eyes radiating like stars in the night sky. The thousands of treasure-seeking cultivators who had deceived him were frozen in place, as if time itself had stopped. The overwhelming aura emanating from Zhao Yang slowed their thoughts to a crawl.
With a colossal step, his Primordial Spirit descended like a falling star, shattering the stillness into fragments. All the cultivators turned to ashes, yet not a single sound escaped their lips; there were no cries of despair.
In their final moments, they could only slightly move their eyes, unable to do anything else.
Clearly, Zhao Yang was right in what he said; throughout history, he aimed to prove this point. Those who provoked him would find that he could spare whomever he wished and condemn others to death.
Zhao Yang despised those who were untrustworthy and bullied the weak. He had given everyone a chance; as long as he stood up, they could obtain the coveted Supreme Holy Medicine, the Tricolor Sacred Lotus, and be allowed to leave.
When Zhao Yang made this declaration, many displayed deep disdain and mockery. However, one young boy appeared anxious and frightened, wanting to step forward to speak on Zhao Yang's behalf. Yet his elder restrained him and scolded him loudly through telepathy. The boy lowered his head like a child caught in wrongdoing and returned to his place.
Had he chosen to disregard his elder’s advice and stood up for Zhao Yang, he might have avoided such a tragic fate. This illustrates that sometimes trusting one's elders is not necessarily the right choice.
Zhao Yang was known for breaking conventions.
However, this was precisely what Zhao Yang did not wish to see. Regardless of friend or foe, where there are many people, there will always be both good and bad. In any group, even the worst will have good individuals; existence itself is justification—a timeless theorem. He did not want to slaughter so many people, but they forced his hand with their provocations.
Zhao Yang opened his eyes, and the immense Primordial Spirit vanished in an instant. He rose and looked toward another direction of Heavenly Mechanism Mountain, flying over numerous corpses toward that spot. In his perception, there was a familiar figure—slightly plump—facing away from him like a stubborn child.
Before this chubby youth stood a large group of cultivators clad in uniform attire, each carrying identical swords on their backs. Every individual was at least at the Core Formation Stage or above. The corners of their garments bore the word "genius," and each one could easily defeat all cultivators from any Loose Cultivator sect.
Heavenly Mechanism Mountain reached its zenith, radiating brilliance. On a high platform floated mysterious energies protecting its treasures—among them were Supreme Great Rejuvenation Pills that could enhance cultivation by fifty years and coveted Cosmic Bags, along with an array of extraordinary spiritual herbs that would leave anyone wide-eyed. These were part of the rewards from the Ten Thousand Methods Conference's ultimate competition; however, many knew that the greatest reward was access to the Imperial Tomb—to experience the Dao inscriptions of generations of invincible Central Sovereigns and aid in one's Enlightenment.
Yet from the very beginning, Zhao Yang had no intention of entering.
The area around the platform was deserted, but beneath it lay a circle upon circle of corpses. Their clothing varied, and among them were men, women, and children of all ages. The bodies were piled high, but what was truly horrifying was that they were all desiccated, their skin stretched tightly over their bones, giving them a ghastly appearance.
Beside these heaps of corpses stood a group of young cultivators, both youths and teenagers, looking disdainfully at the chubby boy with an apple-shaped face before them.
This apple-faced boy exuded a fierce aura, his fists clenched tightly, his shoulders trembling from an inability to calm his emotions.
Facing so many disciples from the Genius Academy, he showed no fear; instead, he seemed to be provoking them, his stubborn demeanor reminiscent of a brazen little bully. The aura that Zhao Yang sensed emanated from this person—Long Xiao Wu, whom he had not seen in a long time.
Long Xiao Wu was clad in silver battle armor, standing defiantly before the group of Genius Academy disciples. Above them hovered a man with striking features, resembling a celestial being, who observed Long Xiao Wu with a bemused expression.
Long Xiao Wu's fists were tightly clenched as he stared at the celestial-like figure above him, as if he wished to devour him whole.
Heavenly Mechanism Mountain was desolate due to its high altitude and low temperatures; snow occasionally fell on the summit. Over time, no one visited the area, and it became overgrown with cold plum blossoms.
Zhao Yang descended gracefully from the distant sky, landing lightly on a branch of a cold plum tree. He called out a long-forgotten name: "Xiao Wu."
He dropped from the branch without leaving a trace in the snow.
Long Xiao Wu suddenly turned around and saw Zhao Yang perched on the plum branch. He paused for a moment before scampering over to Zhao Yang with excitement. Upon reaching him, he shouted "Zhao Yang!" He had thought that after their escape from Myriad Spirit Sect, Zhao Yang had perished. Yet here he stood before him, looking well and with significantly shorter hair—his aura was immensely powerful; it was no illusion. The joy of their long-awaited reunion nearly brought him to tears.
Zhao Yang nodded and patted Long Xiao Wu on the shoulder. Despite having not seen each other for a year, Long Xiao Wu showed no signs of change. Dragons typically had long lifespans; in reality, he was already several hundred years old but appeared to be only sixteen or seventeen in human form.
"Zhao Yang," Long Xiao Wu said excitedly, "I occasionally heard others mention that there’s a disciple at Xuanfo Temple named Zhao Yang. Have you become a monk?"
Zhao Yang nodded and noticed Long Xiao Wu's cultivation level before asking, "Have you successfully transcended?"
Long Xiao Wu nodded and said, "Just three days ago, I successfully transcended. After we dispersed last time, I took the Sect Master to a secret realm. His injuries have completely healed, and with his help, I smoothly passed the Core Formation Stage. However, not long after that, he left, saying he had neglected his cultivation for too many years and wanted to pursue the Dao and travel through the Cultivation world."
Zhao Yang nodded in agreement, saying, "Master Ji is indeed a wise person. After being suppressed for so long, he will surely soar to great heights. I believe we will meet again someday."
As soon as Zhao Yang finished speaking, he felt a gaze upon him, as if someone was trying to see right through him. He turned to meet that gaze and spoke, "You must be the top genius of Genius Academy, Tiandao."
"Just a title," Tiandao admitted without reservation, acknowledging his status as the top expert of Genius Academy.
Long Xiao Wu turned around angrily and glared at Tiandao. "Tiandao, do you think you are an unparalleled genius? In front of my brothers, you are ultimately nothing!"
"Cough cough!" Zhao Yang cleared his throat and pulled Long Xiao Wu aside, whispering, "Xiao Wu, please don't act like this. There are thousands of people here; that Tiandao is a super expert. If he gets ganged up on later, it would be embarrassing!"
"What? You can't beat him?" Long Xiao Wu exclaimed in surprise.
Zhao Yang's face fell. "How can I know if I can't beat him unless I try? Can you keep your voice down when you speak?"
Tiandao's expression also darkened. "If you are acting, don't you think it's time to end it?"
Zhao Yang pointed at the pile of corpses stacked high beside them. "Did you kill all these people?"
Tiandao nodded slightly. "You could say that."
Zhao Yang nodded in understanding; there were still several Senior Brothers behind Tiandao.
"I just want to ask, what wrong did they commit? As the top expert of Genius Academy, I doubt they would have attacked you first. Furthermore, why does your Cultivation Method leave them emaciated and lifeless?" Zhao Yang questioned. He was not a jealous person; he simply wanted to clarify the nature of Tiandao's abilities. If it was based on devouring others' life force as sustenance, then eliminating them would be necessary. However, if it was in self-defense after being forced to retaliate, that would be fundamentally different.
Tian Dao was a genius, but that had nothing to do with him. He could kill millions in a fit of rage, and others could certainly do the same.
Tian Dao laughed, a hearty laugh that drew the attention of many disciples from the Genius Academy. It was rare for him to smile; he was usually serious and cautious.
Looking at Zhao Yang, Tian Dao said, "I can see you are also a genius for asking me such an idiotic question. Shouldn't the cultivation world be like this? The weak are prey to the strong, and only the fittest survive. What difference is there between me attacking them and them attacking me? I can tell we belong to the same kind of people; you should understand the principle of survival of the fittest. This world is filled with competition. Heaven and earth are merciless, treating all beings as mere fodder. Only we should be the future rulers of the cultivation world."
Zhao Yang shook his head and replied, "You have a great reputation; many have mentioned you along your journey. I thought you were truly wise, but it seems I overestimated you or perhaps overestimated this world."
Tian Dao chuckled, "You indeed overestimated me. I've heard about you too; the royal family has been paying attention to you for a long time. Zhao Yang, according to the news I just received, you are likely to meet your end today. You possess an immense Primordial Spirit, which even surprises me. The reason I didn't kill that fat pig just now was to observe you. You stepped forward after I trampled thousands of lives and asked if those people were killed by me. Should I laugh? Are you trying to say you're doing this for so-called justice or for the sake of the common people?"
After finishing his words, Tian Dao burst into laughter again, almost doubling over.
Zhao Yang shook his head, left speechless by such a person.
Long Xiao Wu was furious, pointing at Tian Dao and shouting, "Who are you calling a fat pig!" He was so angry that his teeth itched. For a year he had been trying to lose weight, but instead, he kept gaining more. Approaching the age where he should be looking for a wife, his figure made him feel very self-conscious.
Just then, sounds of fighting suddenly echoed from afar. A woman surrounded by fluttering willow leaves and dazzling light was engaged in battle with a man in black robes. The woman appeared flustered, but her breathtaking beauty could not be concealed. Clearly, she was no match for the man in black.
Long Xiao Wu caught sight of her face and stared wide-eyed as his heart raced. Like a child discovering something delicious, he turned to Zhao Yang and exclaimed, "Zhao Yang, that girl—"
"That girl is mine!"
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