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The mountains were filled with the armored forces of the royal family, surrounding the high-ranking members and disciples of the Myriad Spirit Sect, leaving no room for escape. If a battle broke out between the two sides, it would undoubtedly result in a scene of blood flowing like rivers and countless lives lost.
In front of a cellar on the back mountain of the Myriad Spirit Sect, hundreds of royal cultivators and disciples lay dead before a pale-faced youth. Upon closer inspection, one could see that each of them had their abdomens caved in, their Foundation Stage shattered.
The youth's gaze was dark and brooding, his handsome features twisted into a sinister smile as he looked at an elderly man before him, whose mouth was bleeding. "Elder Zhong, where is your previous arrogance? Where is the might that a Core Formation Stage expert should possess?"
Stepping forward, dark energy swirling around him, Elder Zhong stumbled back. His True Qi uncontrollably flowed toward the youth. His Spiritual Root trembled as if it sensed something terrifying; his primal power was rapidly leaking away.
"What kind of evil Cultivation Method is this? Shiyunsheng, you have fallen into the demonic path; practicing such Demonic Techniques will not end well for you!" Elder Zhong's True Qi had already been exhausted, relying solely on remnants of medicinal energy to support his body. He had never heard of anyone in the cultivation world growing stronger as they fought; every time someone died nearby, their Foundation Stage would instantly shatter, leaking their essence for Shiyunsheng to absorb, enhancing his cultivation.
Shiyunsheng chuckled softly. "You probably won't have the chance to find out!" With a loud roar, dark energy descended, enveloping a hundred-foot radius. All living beings caught in this dark aura would wither and die within moments. Even Elder Zhong, a Golden Core Stage expert, could not withstand such an eerie and powerful primal aura. After all, he was merely at the initial stage of Golden Core, having forcibly elevated himself using Red Essence Stones; the quality of his golden core was also subpar—almost useless—making him no match for the extraordinary Shiyunsheng.
Shiyunsheng radiated waves of black light. With just a flick of his hands, he sent Elder Zhong reeling back, blood gushing from his mouth as his Foundation Stage remnants shattered with a resounding crack. The Foundation Stage began to tremble violently. In desperation, he attempted to use a low-level Cultivation Method he had practiced for years—Xuan Yang Jue—to counteract the encroaching darkness with masculine energy. Unfortunately, Shiyunsheng's True Qi was like a tangible entity that disregarded any opposing attributes and could not be hindered in the slightest.
"My abilities have yet to show even one percent of their potential. As one of the nutrients for my cultivation platform, you should feel honored."
Shiyunsheng placed both palms on Elder Zhong's abdomen as countless dark energies invaded his body. Elder Zhong's expression twisted in agony; he felt his insides churning as his Foundation Stage cracked inch by inch. In no time at all, he would meet his end. He had already been exhausted from battling fiercely with those who invaded Myriad Spirit Sect alongside disciples carrying the Scripture Repository; now faced with Shiyunsheng's unexpected attack, he was caught completely off guard.
"Beast! Stop!" A sharp shout rang out as an eccentric and handsome young boy appeared at the entrance of the cellar. A soul-chasing arc-shaped light ring shot through the air towards Shiyunsheng. Upon seeing the newcomer, Shiyunsheng released his grip on Elder Zhong and dodged the arc-shaped light ring.
However, after flying several meters away, the dark arc-shaped light ring seemed to have eyes of its own as it locked onto him and pursued with increasing speed—impossible to evade.
Seeing that the light ring appeared to have tracking capabilities, Shiyunsheng realized that no matter how swift his movements were, he could not escape it. He turned around and pressed his palms together; dark energy coalesced into a massive barrier to block the rapidly approaching light ring.
With a sharp sound, Shiyunsheng staggered back, a gaping wound appearing on his chest, blood gushing forth, and his soul trembled.
"Is it the Demon Hunting Soul Pursuit Technique?" Shiyunsheng thought in shock. The Demon Hunting Soul Pursuit Technique was the renowned skill of the Myriad Spirit Sect's Grand Elder, the Demon Hunter Supreme. It was said to have been discovered by the Founder of the Sect at the end of Ancient Times from a sealed magic cave and had always been treasured as one of the rarest techniques of the Myriad Spirit Sect. The Demon Hunter Supreme could dominate the southern regions of Zhongzhou with just the first four layers of this technique, which demonstrated its formidable nature as a method specifically designed to counter demons and monsters, profound and extensive.
The person approaching was Nangong Wuxin. He watched as the wound on Shiyunsheng's chest healed at a visibly rapid pace under the nourishment of dark energy. Doubt filled Nangong Wuxin's heart as he slowly retracted his hunting True Qi, preparing to pursue the man before him, whose face was shadowy and slightly demonic.
"Shixiong, do not pursue any further," Elder Zhong's voice rang out, filled with a sense of helplessness.
Nangong Wuxin halted, watching as the strange man fled. The man's lips curled into a sinister smile, gazing at him with a greedy look, as if he were eyeing prey.
"Elder Zhong, how are you?" Sensing Elder Zhong's weakness, Nangong Wuxin stepped forward to support him. He channeled his True Qi into Elder Zhong in an attempt to heal him. However, this attempt nearly sent Elder Zhong flying away again, leaving Nangong Wuxin utterly shocked; it was as if he saw a black serpent coiling within Elder Zhong's body. "What kind of aura is this?!"
Elder Zhong shook his head and said, "I don't know. Just now I thought it was some kind of spell's aura, but now I fear a dire situation. If this is true, a great calamity is about to befall the cultivation world." As he spoke, he collapsed weakly to the ground, mumbling incoherently with vacant eyes and his abdomen slowly sinking.
Seeing this, Nangong Wuxin hurriedly used his True Qi infused with energy that countered demonic forces to cleanse Elder Zhong's body. Elder Zhong weakly shook his head and said, "It's useless, Shixiong. Listen to me; this person's name is Shiyunsheng. If he does not possess an ultimate Dao Artifact fused with him, then it must be that his cultivation method is too demonic or that his Spiritual Root has undergone extreme mutation. He possesses an ability to suppress all paths and absorb their essence. While he has not yet fully grown, we must find a way to eliminate him; otherwise, with his temperament, the entire cultivation world will be plunged into chaos. With all Spiritual Roots' essence gathered in one body, even Heaven itself would truly create something."
Elder Zhong's voice grew fainter until it was barely audible against Nangong Wuxin's calls.
"He arrived at Myriad Spirit Sect over a decade ago and has been enduring at the Qi Refinement Stage Great Perfection without breaking through. The rumors about that Jade Crawler might be true; he is the young master of some hidden sect in Zhongzhou. Years ago, I vaguely heard disciples discussing him; they said no one at the same level could withstand even one of his strikes. No... I recall someone; his name is Zhao Yang. This child is exceptionally wise yet seemingly simple-minded; his abilities are extraordinary—he can be called a dragon among men. I must not have misjudged..."
Nangong Wuxin's gaze turned despondent and fearful. Although he possessed profound cultivation and had become the youngest Core Formation Stage expert in Myriad Spirit Sect's history due to his exceptional talent, he was still just a child who had never killed before. Looking at the hundreds of corpses sprawled before him and Elder Zhong already dead, he felt lost in thought.
In the distance, the Myriad Spirit Sect plaza was now filled with talismans flying everywhere; various spells and techniques dazzled the eyes while cries for battle echoed thunderously through the air.
Nangong Wuxin took out an intricately carved Treasure Vase from his bosom. A shimmering light danced on his index finger as he captured a swirling mass of black energy and sealed it within the Treasure Vase. He gazed in the direction where Shiyunsheng had fled, a boundless killing intent rising within him for the first time. He murmured softly, "Shiyunsheng."
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