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The God-Slaying Pestle violently shook free from Haitai Ping's grasp. Although it had escaped its master, the lingering spiritual energy compelled it to pierce Yan Changting's heart.
Yan Changting remained motionless, leading others to believe he was dead. No one dared to approach him, not even Haitai Ping.
Among the crowd beneath the Prologue Stele, an elderly man with white hair glanced at Yan Changting before quietly parting the crowd and leaving. If Tang Luor had been there, he would have recognized this man as the one who had escorted him home long ago.
Suddenly, the seemingly lifeless Yan Changting launched a punch at the God-Slaying Pestle, sending it flying through the crowd like an ordinary stick.
Once again, chaos ensued.
How could Yan Changting, who was on the brink of death, suddenly awaken and send this miraculous God-Slaying Pestle flying?
Haitai Ping watched in shock, retreating several steps as he realized what had happened.
The seal had been broken.
Yan Changting regained his former might, with spiritual energy continuously surging within him.
He stood up, lightly shaking himself, causing the chains binding him to disintegrate into dust. He then loomed before Haitai Ping like a towering mountain.
"Sea Alliance Leader, is it? Thanks to you, I was able to break my seal!" Yan Changting mocked with a smile.
"You!!! I..." Haitai Ping stammered, utterly at a loss for words.
"I? What about me?"
"Even if your seal is broken, it shouldn't be possible... It shouldn't be possible for you to recover your spiritual energy so quickly! Why?!"
Yan Changting waved his left hand, revealing a ring.
It was this very ring that had sealed Yan Changting's spiritual power. Haitai Ping had tried every means to remove it back then, fearing that Yan Changting might still have some tricks up his sleeve. However, no matter what he did, he could not take it off and eventually abandoned the thought.
"Could it be... this is..."
"Yes, this is the Spatial Ring. It was only when the seal was broken that I could once again use the Spatial Ring. To you, anything within that ring is a rare treasure, and what restored my spiritual energy is none other than—Water Essence."
“Water Essence? Water Essence?”
“Ant, you don’t need to know what this is. What else do you want to ask? This is a reward for breaking the seal.”
“You! How was the seal broken?”
“Haha... If it weren’t for your God-Slaying Pestle, I might have been ground to death by you today.” Yan Changting glanced at the distant God-Slaying Pestle.
“You actually used a treasure from the Seven Lives Sect three thousand years ago against me, a disciple of the Seven Lives Sect? Ridiculous!” With a casual wave, the God-Slaying Pestle flew into Yan Changting's hand.
Haitai Ping could never have imagined that this God-Slaying Pestle was a treasure of the Seven Lives Sect from three thousand years ago. If he had known even a little about it, he wouldn’t have used it to perform the Exorcism Ritual today.
Meanwhile, under the Prologue Stele, chaos had already begun among the crowd. Some had descended the mountain, while others, who firmly believed that this deity would not indiscriminately kill the innocent and were unafraid of death, remained.
Yan Changting caressed the God-Slaying Pestle, examining the artifact with a unique gaze.
“Three thousand years ago, such an artifact was something I could hardly catch a glimpse of, and now it is in my hands!”
With that, Yan Changting raised the God-Slaying Pestle and swung it a couple of times. Finding it unwieldy, he extended his right hand and struck down. To his surprise, cracks appeared on the artifact, and then Yan Changting forcefully hurled the God-Slaying Pestle into the ground. It sank six feet deep, leaving only a small portion exposed above the surface. Fragments of the God-Slaying Pestle remained at Yan Changting's feet.
An artifact that countless people yearned to see was destroyed by Yan Changting simply because it felt awkward in his hands—was this not wasteful?
“Sea Alliance Leader, although this artifact did not harm me, it did hurt me. I destroyed it without your permission; you don’t mind, do you?” Yan Changting approached Haitai Ping.
“N-no... I don’t mind…”
“Good. Then next, isn’t it your turn? The God-Slaying Pestle is merely an inanimate object. If it weren’t for you, how could it have harmed me?”
“You... you…”
Haitai Ping fell silent; he had no words. The other party possessed absolute power—what could anyone do?
Then Yan Changting pointed a finger at Haitai Ping. This scene was vividly clear to Haitai Ping; Zhang Yiding had died in just such a manner. Thus, that slender finger appeared to him as a harbinger of death.
Death was drawing ever closer, and he found himself paralyzed by the terrifying aura emanating from him.
Would he change his mind again this time? Would another beam of light descend from the heavens to enhance his cultivation, allowing him to feel pleased and let him go?
Haitai Ping still had no idea that the beam of light above Qishan that day would bring immense harm to Yan Changting.
The approaching finger was getting closer, less than an inch from his forehead. It seemed there was no escaping this calamity.
To think that the esteemed leader of the Dao Alliance would die like this...
Haitai Ping closed his eyes, accepting it all. He thought of many things—his hidden treasures, the good deeds he had done, the bad deeds he had committed. All of it would no longer concern him.
"Stop!"
Suddenly, a wooden stick flew through the air, striking towards Yan Changting's finger.
With Yan Changting's level of cultivation, he could have easily ignored it, enduring the blow without even getting his clothes dirty. Yet, to everyone's surprise, Yan Changting stepped back a few paces and dodged the stick.
Temporarily escaping death, Haitai Ping felt both alarmed and relieved. Just moments ago, death had been so close; he felt as if he had already stepped onto the Underworld Path. Looking up, he saw a figure floating in the air—a peculiar-looking man about five feet tall with extremely thick eyebrows, appearing to be around thirty years old. Several wooden sticks floated behind him.
"Hmph. Did you come here eager for death? Last time I was injured, if it weren't for your sneak attack, how could I have been captured by you ants?" Yan Changting glared at the short man in the air.
"Perfect timing! Now that your spiritual power has recovered, let me have a good chat with you!" said the five-foot man.
"Mr. Beikun! Thank you for saving my life!" Haitai Ping bowed in gratitude to the man in the air.
"No need for thanks. You all should leave first; I'll handle things from here," Beikun replied.
"Understood!"
Haitai Ping led the disciples of the Dao Alliance to disperse the other sects, guiding them ten miles down the mountain.
When gods fight, mortals suffer.
Yes, I’m afraid that even a distance of ten miles cannot guarantee one’s safety.
Originally, Haitai Ping was very reluctant to leave his Dao Alliance headquarters, but the opponent was one of the Two Supremes, Beikun. His personality was unpredictable, and fearing that he might say something wrong and end up getting killed, Haitai Ping decided to leave obediently.
“Shorty, you’re just a lower-level being from the Yuqing Realm. What do you have to compare with me?” Yan Changting emphasized the word "shorty."
Sure enough, Beikun instantly flew into a rage.
“Fine! Today, let this lower-level being take your upper-level head!”
With that, Beikun swung his wooden stick and charged forward…
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