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In the distance, Long Xiao Wu turned to look at the silent Zhao Yang and noticed his red eyes. She asked, "Zhao Yang, what's wrong? Why do you seem so unsteady?"
Zhao Yang opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood. The battle of Divine Sense was different from physical combat; even with his Chaos True Qi, the severe injury to his brain would not heal quickly.
Song Baliang and the others were shocked. The usually invincible Zhao Yang was now pale-lipped, indicating he must have suffered serious injuries!
"It was Yuan Lie. Earlier, during our Divine Sense battle, I severely injured him with my Martial Arts Heavenly Eye, but I was also backlashed by his Forbidden Technique and got hurt as well. It's nothing serious, just that it won't heal immediately," Zhao Yang explained.
"That Yuan Lie is truly troublesome, just like that detestable Shiyunsheng. We shouldn't have let Shiyunsheng go; it feels like letting a tiger return to the mountain!" Nangong Wuxin had always harbored deep hatred for Shiyunsheng, and even now, thinking of him made her want to kill him without hesitation.
"Shiyunsheng won't be causing us trouble anytime soon. For now, let's head to Overlord Sect," Zhao Yang reminded everyone as they approached the foot of Overlord Sect's mountain.
Unlike typical sects built on spiritual mountains and beautiful waters, Overlord Sect was established among the mundane world, blending into the hustle and bustle of everyday life. It could be said that Overlord Sect was once the best business in Three Thousand King City, starting as a merchant of spiritual herbs in the cultivation world. As their business grew larger, their monopoly on spiritual herbs in the cultivation realm increased as well. Eventually, this influence affected the development of the imperial city, leading Central Sovereign to elevate Overlord Sect as one of the Five Great Sects.
Overlord Sect was known for its strong economic power among the Five Great Sects. However, since the Heavenly Mechanism Mountain Battle a few years ago, disciples from Overlord Sect had either died or fled, causing all their spiritual herb businesses to collapse. Their status in the cultivation world plummeted; now in chaotic times, economic monopoly no longer proved anything significant for a sect on the brink of dissolution.
The residence of Overlord Sect was vast and magnificent, yet cobwebs at the entrance indicated its decline. When Zhao Yang and his companions arrived at the front gate of Overlord Sect, a young servant peeked out from inside and cautiously looked at them before respectfully asking, "Are you Zhao Yang, Long Xiao Wu, Song Shixiong, Nangong Wuxin, and Scholar Xiu?"
The group was puzzled; how could this young servant recognize them? It seemed he had known about them beforehand.
"How did you know it was us?" Zhao Yang inquired.
The young servant chuckled and replied, "The sect master mentioned it. He invites you all in as guests; please follow me."
A few people exchanged glances, a sense of foreboding settling in their hearts. Perhaps something was about to happen today, something undoubtedly suspicious. The Overlord Saint of the Overlord Sect was said to be a master at the Ascension stage. In this chaotic world, masters at that level were no longer a rare sight. With the strength of the Overlord Saint, he was comparable to one of the Four Great Monks. Naturally, his Divine Sense was much weaker than Zhao Yang's. Zhao Yang had intentionally concealed their presence to avoid being discovered, yet despite this, the Overlord Saint had somehow anticipated their arrival and sent someone to wait for them.
As the attendant led them into the Overlord Sect, they couldn't help but sigh in admiration. The architecture of the Overlord Sect truly lived up to its reputation as the wealthiest sect in the cultivation world. Its grandeur was impressive; although it could not compare to the imperial palace in the royal city, among all sects, only the Overlord Sect's buildings were so magnificent and imposing.
However, the Overlord Sect now appeared desolate, with only a handful of disciples practicing swordplay and martial arts on the vast Training Ground. Each disciple was robustly built, towering over them significantly, exuding a faint aura of dominance. In the glow of the setting sun, their skin shimmered with a golden sheen, their bronze skin and bulging muscles giving them an imposing and athletic appearance.
The few disciples paused to look at Zhao Yang and his companions, their eyes revealing a hint of sorrow and solemnity.
The attendant brought Zhao Yang into the main hall of the Overlord Sect. Inside, several elders of the Overlord Sect gazed at Zhao Yang with faint smiles tinged with bitterness. Above them on the Supreme Throne sat an elderly man with a frail appearance, his eyes gleaming with eagerness as he looked at Zhao Yang. He moved his fingers slightly, seemingly excited, and spoke in a weak voice, “Zhao Yang.”
“Overlord Saint?” Zhao Yang wasn't entirely sure if this man was indeed the Overlord Saint. Years ago during the Heavenly Mechanism Mountain Battle, he had seen the Overlord Saint then—a robust man in his prime with unparalleled cultivation and an intimidating presence. Just his gaze could strike fear into an ordinary cultivator; he radiated an air of supremacy that made others instinctively keep their distance.
But now, an old man who bore a striking resemblance to the Overlord Saint sat on the Supreme Throne, his aura diminished as if he were a candle flickering in the wind, ready to extinguish at any moment.
The Overlord Saint nodded and said, “It is I.”
“How did you end up like this?” Zhao Yang exclaimed in shock. Had someone drained his life force?
The Overlord Saint's voice was soft and somewhat feeble as he replied, “My Overlord Sect was once prosperous, starting from a small business and gradually becoming the largest commercial empire in the cultivation world. However, during these chaotic times, our status has plummeted. Although we still appear as one of the Five Great Sects on the surface, in reality, morale has long since dissipated; the Overlord Sect is now virtually extinct.”
“The reason we are called the Overlord Sect is that our founder acquired the Overlord Body Refinement Technique from an extraordinary individual during his business ventures—an unbeatable technique that has been passed down for centuries without issue. Who would have thought that it would begin to fade away under my leadership?”
“The Overlord Sect possesses two ultimate techniques: one is the Overlord Body Refinement Technique; in fact, the other is known as the Sixth Technique, which unlocks humanity's most powerful sixth sense—an insight into future events. Once mastered, it allows one to foresee impending dangers at any time. Each generation of sect leaders devoted their lives to studying it; as long as we possessed the Sixth Technique, our sect would endure through time. But twenty years ago, my predictions went awry.”
"What mistake?" several people asked Zhao Yang.
"I shouldn't have rescued Yuan Lie. I found him in a dilapidated mountain village, and his talent was the best I had ever seen in my life. Among all of you present, only this person named Nangong Wuxin could compare to Yuan Lie's talent; no one else came close. When I discovered him, he was fleeing for his life, being chased by a pack of wolves."
"I killed the wolves and saved Yuan Lie. I intended to take him back to the Sect, but due to urgent matters, I let him return home to wait for me. Unexpectedly, there was a change along the way. I had a fierce battle with an enemy and suffered a severe head injury, losing part of my memory, including memories of him."
"Later on, a boy named Yuan Lie came to my Overlord Sect after going through hundreds or thousands of battles. To my surprise, within just a few years, he was able to control fate and turn our vast Overlord Sect upside down."
"After the Heavenly Mechanism Mountain incident, I finally remembered who he was. But all the new generation disciples of Overlord Sect were dead, including my son. As I watched Overlord Sect decline day by day, the elders and I felt that our time was running out. We recalled the name of the last layer of the Sixth Technique's Cultivation Method: Foreseeing the Future."
However, no one knew that the price of foreseeing the future was life itself. The further one wished to see, the more lives would be lost. The Overlord Saint was still in his prime; he had not yet reached a hundred years old and had successfully cultivated to the Great Completion stage. If nothing went wrong, he could live for eight hundred years. Yet he chose to learn the final layer of the Sixth Technique. He wanted to see why such events occurred and what role his own disciple would play in the future. To his astonishment, he saw everyone's future tied to one person—Zhao Yang.
In an instant, his life faded away, leaving him as an old man with little time left.
"I’m sorry, but Ginseng King cannot be given to you," Zhao Yang stated bluntly. Ginseng King was an independent life form; it was impossible for him to use it to save someone he barely knew.
The Overlord Saint said, "Even Ginseng King can't save me now. Don't worry; I'm not after Ginseng King. I just want to ask you for one thing and hope you can agree." The Overlord Saint coughed lightly, and in that moment, he seemed even older.
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