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A group of Transcendence Stage Experts watched with resentful eyes as the Thunder Dao Supreme departed, feeling helpless. This figure could command the heavenly thunder, and as those who had failed to Transcend Tribulation, they feared lightning above all else. Yet, if he was indeed the Thunder God, why had he failed in his own Transcendence?
Confusion clouded their minds; could it be due to the Celestial Root?
Meanwhile, at the entrance of a distant cave, a Fat Daoist had just awakened after absorbing all the life essence within a fifty-mile radius. He was preparing to take flight when he suddenly sensed a faint life force nearby.
"Is there truly someone who can survive under my voracious absorption? Could it be an unparalleled genius among millions?"
The Fat Daoist thought to himself as he spotted a wounded and dying young boy lying on a moss-covered yellow rock. The boy was covered in blood, with fresh wounds oozing from his legs. Despite his injuries, his gaze remained resolute as he struggled against the pain, emitting soft groans of agony.
"To survive such severe injuries... could it be that heaven wants me to take him as my disciple?" The Fat Daoist flicked his fingers and sent a stream of True Qi to heal the boy's wounds. The boy's complexion improved slightly, but when he saw the Fat Daoist, he instinctively recoiled in fear, his eyes filled with wariness.
The Fat Daoist chuckled softly, "I never expected to encounter a talent like you with Five Element Spiritual Roots. Very well, I shall take you as my disciple and pass on my teachings. This will ensure the continuation of my Ancient Path Sect."
With a sigh, he brought his fingers together, and the boy flew into his embrace, resting peacefully on his shoulder.
"This child possesses a steadfast spirit and striking looks, along with the extraordinary Five Element Spiritual Roots. In less than ten years, he will surely stand out among the new disciples in the Cultivation world. It seems that my Ancient Path Sect is destined to re-emerge in this realm."
As the Fat Daoist rambled on, he failed to notice that the boy's eyes suddenly snapped open. They were wide as copper bells, bloodshot and filled with an evil grin.
"Did you fall for my trick, Uncle Fat?" The boy's voice remained youthful but carried an unsettling tone.
"Huh?"
In the next moment, the boy's fangs protruded and sank into the Fat Daoist's neck. A scream escaped from the Fat Daoist as he tried to shake off the boy, but those fangs had already pierced deep into his flesh, blood gushing into the boy's mouth.
The Fat Daoist struck at the boy's back with one hand; there was a loud explosion as the boy's body shattered. Yet his head remained attached to the Fat Daoist’s neck, continuing to drain him mercilessly. Within moments, the once plump body of the Fat Daoist became emaciated. He chanted incantations as True Qi surged within him; however, once it left his body, it vanished like a stone sinking into the sea. His eyes bulged with rage and despair as he exerted all his strength to tear off the boy's head. Flesh was ripped from his neck in chunks as he yanked it away violently, leaving his head tilted awkwardly to one side.
The little boy chewed on human flesh, his body slowly taking shape. He stared at the "Fat Daoist" before him, who was nothing but skin and bones. The "Fat Daoist" let out a loud roar: "Old Demon! How dare you disguise yourself as a child! I will take you down with me!" With that, the "Fat Daoist" stumbled forward towards the little boy. Suddenly, from his chest, his Primordial Infant burst forth—massive and fearsome, wielding a towering measuring rod that swung towards the boy. The little boy jumped back in a panic but was unexpectedly caught by the enormous Primordial Infant of the "Fat Daoist," which crushed him with a thunderous grip.
Amidst the screams, the little boy was reduced to powder. Just as the "Fat Daoist" was about to revel in his victory, he was horrified to see countless identical little boys surrounding him, each holding a blood-dripping black spear. They moved in disarray, soaring into the sky to attack the massive Primordial Infant of the "Fat Daoist."
The body of the Primordial Infant possessed immense power but had weak defenses. The "Fat Daoist" realized he was facing a terrifying opponent—perhaps one of the most formidable Transcendence Stage Experts or an Old Monster like himself who had failed their Tribulation and awakened. Most frightening of all was that he still could not discern which one was the true form of this old being, nor could he detect any fluctuations in their cultivation level. Determined, he roared, "Old Demon! You have forced my hand! Today, I will perish with you and obliterate this entire area—no living creature within a hundred miles will survive! Let’s see how you escape! Primordial Infant Self-Destruction!"
The "Fat Daoist" clasped his hands together, unleashing an incredibly powerful True Qi that erupted from within him, causing his Primordial Infant to swell to an enormous size, developing cracks all over its surface. The thousands of little boys showed signs of fear in their eyes and began to flee.
Boom!
A tremendous explosion erupted from the "Fat Daoist," extending outward for hundreds of miles. Everything in its path—mountains, stones, and vegetation—turned to ash, while all those little boys were reduced to fragments.
After a stick of incense's worth of time, calm returned to the area. A single little boy lay where the "Fat Daoist's" Primordial Infant had self-destructed, blood pouring from his mouth, his legs crippled, terror evident in his eyes.
Nearby, from a deep pit, the "Fat Daoist" emerged slowly, radiating an unusual glow. He looked at the terrified little boy and laughed: "In my Ancient Path Sect, we practice a reverse heaven-defying technique with dual Primordial Infants. One person with two Primordial Infants is equivalent to having an extra life! You old fool dared to challenge me!"
The little boy opened his mouth wide and lunged at the "Fat Daoist." In response, the "Fat Daoist" spat out golden light that trapped the boy in mid-air. The boy struggled desperately but to no avail. Suddenly, sorrow filled his eyes as he said, “Master, I was wrong. Please spare me.”
His voice trembled with fear and tears welled up in his eyes.
The heart of the "Fat Daoist" quivered slightly; he nearly fell for it again. Furious, he exclaimed: “Infinite Celestial Venerable! How could I be deceived twice at such a critical moment? I never expected that a genius child's appearance and gaze could be mimicked so convincingly by you! Die!”
With that, the "Fat Daoist" punched through the little boy, golden liquid splattering on the ground. Without even glancing back, he sighed and turned away gracefully, his robe billowing in the wind.
However, after taking only a few steps, he suddenly found himself blocked by an invisible wall.
“Who dares play tricks before me?!” The "Fat Daoist" exclaimed in shock; someone had managed to set up such a low-level formation against him without him noticing.
"Split!" The Fat Daoist chanted a mantra, hoping to dispel the wall of ghosts.
"Arrive! Soldiers!" He recited the eight-character incantation to subdue demons and spirits, but the glass-like barrier before him remained unyielding, no matter how many techniques he employed.
The Fat Daoist was nearly driven mad, unleashing his best skills against the "glass" for a full half an incense stick's time. Exhausted and drained, he found that nothing worked.
"What is going on? How could this happen?" Panic surged within him; he felt utterly lost. After living for hundreds of years and defeating countless foes, he had never encountered such a bizarre situation.
To his horror, he caught a glimpse from the corner of his eye—a massive foot outside the surrounding "glass." The toes were caked in mud, the nails cracked and filthy, exuding a foul stench of decay.
A grotesquely ugly old man’s face descended from above. His face was marred with scars, his mouth crooked, his nose collapsed, eyes bulging, cheekbones uneven, and hair disheveled—half of it already bald. He looked utterly terrifying.
The old man picked up the glass ball from the ground, and the Fat Daoist inside it was already paralyzed with fear.
"No one in this world has ever been able to see through my illusions," the Illusion Demon Ancestor declared. "Even if there were, they are all dead." He spoke as he popped the glass ball into his mouth and chewed on it. A stream of golden light and blood oozed from the corners of his mouth. Suddenly, a fierce killing intent flashed in his eyes as he coldly stated, "Except for that bastard named Zhao Yang!"
"People are drawn to handsome appearances; no one can escape the nature of judging by looks. I, the Illusion Demon Ancestor, was born ugly and have suffered scorn from everyone. I will destroy all their beautiful dreams! I will make everyone hideous and turn them into walking corpses!" He roared towards the heavens.
Suddenly, the Illusion Demon Ancestor glanced towards a peak ten miles away that had yet to collapse. An old man of similar slightly plump stature looked at him briefly before turning to leave.
"It seems that many of my peers want to eliminate me quickly. That Zhao Yang is probably a follower of the Ten Thousand Year Ginseng King."
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