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Long Xiao Wu's physical body and Primordial Spirit were separated, both suffering from injuries. Zhao Yang could sense Long Xiao Wu's anxious feelings. He wondered who could have inflicted such great harm on Long Xiao Wu. The Central Sovereign had already been taken away by the Old God General, and there would be no connection with them for a while. Could it be the demons?
Zhao Yang's Ripple of Enlightenment enveloped the entire Xuanfo Temple, awakening many disciples from their dreams. The abbot of Xuanfo Temple and the Four Great Monks heard Zhao Yang's conversation with Song Baliang. Nangong Wuxin and Scholar Xiu arrived at Zhao Yang's door to join him, inquiring about what had happened.
Zhao Yang shared his suspicions and indicated the approximate location of the incident. Without further discussion, they hurried toward where Long Xiao Wu was in trouble. However, after just a few steps, Zhao Yang suddenly stopped as he felt the connection fade.
In his Divine Sense, a massive spiritual entity was flying toward them—a Golden Dragon shining with the brilliance of the Nine Heavens soared above, exuding a powerful aura. Its golden scales dazzled, and its whiskers were imposing, but several scales at its tail were damaged. Scholar Xiu was so frightened that he dared not move, and even Nangong Wuxin and Song Baliang fell silent in fear.
At that moment, they felt as small as flies compared to the towering Golden Dragon, which loomed larger than mountains. Anyone who saw it would feel a sense of dread; however, Zhao Yang called out to the Golden Dragon from afar, "Xiao Wu, what happened?!"
"Xiao Wu?" Scholar Xiu recognized Long Xiao Wu as a member of the dragon clan and recalled seeing Long Xiao Wu transform into a dragon during the great escape from Myriad Spirit Sect. Yet that Long Xiao Wu seemed like an ant compared to the current Golden Dragon—completely on another level. "This is truly Xiao Wu!"
"It’s the people from Dragon Seeking Gate; they captured me and want to take my physical body to extract my Dragon Pill. My treasures are about to give out," the Golden Dragon's figure appeared large but was actually very weak, at risk of falling and disappearing at any moment.
Zhao Yang extended his left hand and used Size Manipulation Technique to draw Long Xiao Wu's Dragon Soul into his Cosmic Bag before leading everyone toward Dragon Slayer City.
At that moment in Dragon Slayer City, the Six Priests' incantations were nearing completion. Long Xiao Wu's forehead glistened with beads of sweat, blood trickled from his mouth, and his face was pale and weak, on the verge of losing consciousness.
The water barrier surrounding Long Xiao Wu gradually faded away. The nine golden orbs represented the nine realms of the dragon clan; reaching each layer would unlock corresponding abilities of Supreme Dao Artifacts. Long Xiao Wu had used all the power of these artifacts for defense, but even so, it was still ineffective against Dragon Seeking Gate, a sect specialized in hunting dragons.
As the priests completed their incantation, both the High Priest and Shi Qiankun revealed faint smiles. With a wave of his hand, several beams of light ensnared Long Xiao Wu's physical body and dragged him onto the high altar in the center. Long Xiao Wu's expression was one of agony as his physical body was about to separate from his Primordial Spirit; his Sea of Consciousness was being invaded, revealing secrets of the dragon clan!
"Zhao Yang, it's too late!" roared Long Xiao Wu's Dragon Soul from within the Cosmic Bag as they traveled halfway there.
Zhao Yang stopped in his tracks, descending from the clouds. He had just confirmed the physical location of Long Xiao Wu with his Divine Sense, still a hundred miles away, where many people seemed to gather, likely a Giant City.
"You all continue on; time may be running out. I need to go ahead and save Xiao Wu," Zhao Yang said.
"Isn't this fast enough?" Song Baliang and Scholar Xiu were already panting heavily. Their flying speed was extraordinary; they had covered a hundred miles in just two short hours. Most cultivators would have been exhausted long before reaching that distance, but Zhao Yang claimed he needed to go ahead and save Long Xiao Wu. How fast could he possibly be?
After speaking, Zhao Yang adjusted his breathing and recalled a powerful technique he had read about in One Hundred Thousand Volumes, one that allowed a person to cover a thousand miles in a single step, shrinking the earth beneath them. Although the text did not explain the method of operation, it provided some conceptual ideas. However, Zhao Yang did not know how to execute such a grand Divine Power; instead, he intended to use his signature Divine Power—Time Walk.
Initially, Time Walk could only be used for short-distance flashes. As his cultivation improved, the distance of Time Walk gradually increased. Now, with Zhao Yang's Enlightenment Realm reaching an unprecedented peak and his understanding of Cultivation Method and Dao principles deepening to an almost incomprehensible level, he had mastered Time Walk to perfection. Combining this with the concept of covering a thousand miles in a single step from One Hundred Thousand Volumes, Zhao Yang attempted his first long-distance flash.
This distance was about a hundred miles, precisely within the maximum range of his Divine Sense. At that moment, Zhao Yang was unaware that the strength of his Divine Sense had reached an unparalleled level not seen in a century; even the head of Xuanfo Temple did not possess such powerful Divine Sense.
With Dao principles at his command and using Time Walk, an essence within Zhao Yang's Sea of Consciousness was ignited. He felt as if the world spun around him, and suddenly he found himself above the altar in Dragon Slayer City.
A crowd surrounded Long Xiao Wu's physical body. Golden scales were beginning to appear on Long Xiao Wu's skin, and his face was pale as if he were already dead. Six Priests held gleaming knives, preparing to disembowel Long Xiao Wu. Zhao Yang's eyes widened with rage as boundless killing intent surged within him. Long Xiao Wu was the first person he could completely trust since arriving in this world; they had become friends at fifteen years old. Long Xiao Wu had once sacrificed his Dragon Pill for Zhao Yang’s protection—he knew all this. Now, Long Xiao Wu was being treated like food or an animal while these people approached him with knives!
Six screams echoed as a streak of light pierced through the heads of the Six Priests in an instant. The Flying Knife's Glimmer remained untainted by blood as it emitted a soft chime, hovering at Zhao Yang's fingertips. The Six Priests surrounding the altar collapsed to the ground, their brains spilling out; they were severed from their neural connections before they even realized how they had died.
Shi Qiankun was furious as he looked up at the figure above the altar. Upon seeing who it was, he was taken aback and exclaimed, "So it's you! You’re still alive?!"
"Indeed, it’s me. Good to see you again, Dragon Gate Sect Master," Zhao Yang replied fearlessly, glaring at Shi Qiankun.
"Wait! Are you really Zhao Yang?!" Shi Qiankun questioned uncertainly. Initially referring to the remnants of Myriad Spirit Sect that had escaped, he recalled how Zhao Yang had been just a Foundation Establishment Stage kid back then—someone unworthy of Shi Qiankun's attention. Even when hearing someone call out Zhao Yang’s name later on due to the emergence of a talented genius everyone envied within the cultivation world named Zhao Yang, Shi Qiankun never connected that this Zhao Yang was the same kid he had once hunted down from Myriad Spirit Sect.
Later on, Shi Qiankun learned that the target they were pursuing, the Five-Clawed Golden Dragon, was named Long Xiao Wu, and that Long Xiao Wu was at Xuanfo Temple. They also discovered that Long Xiao Wu was a friend of Zhao Yang. However, they never expected that Zhao Yang was actually the person they knew—the one who should have died but somehow survived.
What truly shocked Shi Qiankun was not Zhao Yang's talent, nor the prowess of the young man who had caused the Central Sovereign to expend all his power to eliminate him during the Heavenly Mechanism Mountain Battle. Instead, he was curious about why the boy he had once hunted down was still alive.
At that time, when the Divine Monkey descended to the world, it annihilated hundreds of thousands of cultivators with a single strike. Countless Hidden Gate experts lost their lives, and even some Ancestors from Hidden Gate sects were turned to ashes. If it hadn't been for the High Priest's Sun and Moon Divine Eye, which could shift the void and drag him back to the sect, he would have surely perished.
The devastation caused by that disaster remained vivid in memory. In the Southern Region of Zhongzhou Continent, remnants of destruction still lingered, with vast stretches of land left barren. There lay a deep pit, hundreds of meters deep, all caused by that Divine Monkey.
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