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Zuo Dao was now very focused on improving his strength; he had already wasted too much time. He had planned to have a blood feast right after emerging from Reflection Cliff, but unexpectedly, his body had issues, forcing him to delay.
The Celestial Chain sealed him, leaving him with unparalleled Divine Power that he could not unleash. That one punch that had brought him to his peak state was followed by the Force Measurement Stone, and the restrictions of the Celestial Chain became even tighter. It wasn't until he began practicing the Great Dream Hammer Technique that the situation started to improve.
One punch after another.
Nine thousand nine hundred eleven.
Nine thousand nine hundred twenty-one.
Nine thousand nine hundred eighty-one.
Nine thousand nine hundred ninety-nine.
Ten thousand.
The final punch fell gently, and the entire raw ore erupted in a dazzling light, as if surrounded by layers of colorful clouds, or perhaps it was the Seven Colors radiating forth.
Refined to Perfection. Zuo Dao did not expect that just the comprehension of the first form of the Dream Hammer Technique would take him nearly a year.
Looking at the piece of raw ore in his hand, it was just an ordinary piece of meteorite ore. After undergoing Hundred Forgings, it shed the leaden glamour of time and washed away the erosion of years, returning to its original source—Fallen Star Iron.
Setting down the Fallen Star Iron ore, Zuo Dao stepped out of his secluded training place. A gust of wind rose, lifting the corners of his robe and bringing a smile to his lips.
"So this is the true meaning of Hundred Forgings." With this thought, Zuo Dao lightly shook his body and began practicing punches in front of the Cave.
His left palm was like a blade, and his right finger pointed like a sword.
It was a very ordinary movement, lacking any flashy techniques; he simply continued to swing away, even less refined than a child's wild punches. Yet, Zuo Dao enjoyed it immensely; each move was devoid of any hint of smoke or fire. It was subtle and quite pleasing.
The Ghost Shadow Sect and the Bone Hall were embroiled in a fierce battle, with one side led by the current Sect Leader, Yin Wudi. At this moment, Yin Wudi no longer exuded the authority of a Sect Leader, and the might of a Nascent Soul Ancestor had vanished. Opposite him stood a man clad in a blue robe, his long hair cascading freely, exuding an air of righteousness. Yet, with each strike he unleashed, an eerie energy surged forth, ruthless and merciless.
Scattered around the hall were several individuals lying in disarray; upon closer inspection, they were elders, guardians, and Hall Masters of the Ghost Shadow Sect. Once high and mighty figures, they now hung by a thread.
The entire Bone Hall had been ensnared in a Great Formation set by an unknown assailant. Inside, the battle raged fiercely, while outside, no one was aware of the chaos within.
Yin Wudi felt an urge to curse but found no one to blame. He had summoned the sect members to discuss an important matter when the mysterious Azure Robed Man appeared out of nowhere. With a wave of his hand, he cast the Great Formation and swiftly took down Yin Wudi's subordinates one by one.
Throughout the encounter, the enigmatic Azure Robed Man spoke not a single word. Though Yin Wudi was a Nascent Soul Ancestor with formidable combat prowess, he was ruthlessly suppressed under the mysterious man's might.
Several spiritual artifacts lay damaged, and his spiritual attire was in tatters. As Yin Wudi unleashed his Yin Condensation technique, the entire hall was enveloped in a chilling wind, with countless spectral beings swirling within it, drawn to the living presence like moths to a flame.
The Azure Robed Man appeared unfazed; the chilling wind did not touch him, and any specters that approached were devoured. This sight sent shivers down Yin Wudi's spine. Despite his righteous demeanor, every time he struck out, an unsettling aura emerged that made him tremble with fear. It felt as if countless treacherous and sinister beings were lurking in the shadows, watching him intently.
Channeling his Spirit Energy to dispel the discomfort within him, he transformed his Yin Condensation into a massive hand that came crashing down towards the Azure Robed Man while several spiritual artifacts flew toward him as well.
Seeing this unfold, the Azure Robed Man furrowed his brow slightly before relaxing it again. He finally spoke for the first time since entering the Bone Hall.
“Demon.”
As soon as he uttered "Demon," a shadow materialized behind him. The figure seemed to transcend spatial limitations—towering at nearly a hundred feet tall—with two horns on its head and wings sprouting from its back. A long tail like that of a serpent whipped behind it incessantly.
What a colossal humanoid monster! Its features bore an uncanny resemblance to those of the Azure Robed Man—righteous yet exuding an otherworldly aura that writhed and churned.
“Demon!!!”
Yin Wudi's face paled at the sight of this creature; despair washed over him as he recognized what it was.
The Ghost Shadow Sect possessed ancient records passed down through generations; their origins were lost to time. The events described within dated back eons ago. The identity of the author remained shrouded in mystery.
Among the pages, there were descriptions and an illustration that closely matched this monster. It depicted an ancient Apocalypse War, a battle that shattered the earth and darkened the stars. Countless Great Powers were reduced to ashes in that conflict, with Nascent Souls merely serving as soldiers in the fray.
Numerous immortals rushed forward, and the battlefield of Immortal was in disarray, ultimately defeating the invading enemy. The enemy described in the records was identical to the figure before him.
"Demons. Will they descend again after countless ages?" The thought extinguished all fighting spirit in Yin Wudi. The elders of his sect had scattered in search of opportunities, and even if he tried to contact them now, he would be unable to reach them. Moreover, the entire Bone Hall was surrounded by formations, making communication impossible.
"Peerless Yin Ghost." With determination, Yin Wudi unleashed his ultimate move. This ghost had cost him countless treasures and effort to nurture, and its combat power was nearly on par with that of a peak Nascent Soul.
The demonic aura that filled Bone Hall parted like a crack when the ghost appeared. As soon as the ghost emerged, it cackled ominously, showing no fear of the demon's ferocity.
The mysterious Azure Robed Man, now transformed into the Azure Robed Demon, regarded the appearance of the Peerless Yin Ghost with utter disdain.
"Demons."
As soon as he uttered the second "demon," Yin Wudi spat out a mouthful of blood, realizing that some force had severed his connection with the Peerless Yin Ghost.
His internal Nascent Soul dimmed, and his vitality rapidly dwindled. Just one word—"demon"—had severely injured Yin Wudi, who now understood that his opponent had been treating him like a toy all along.
"It seems this world has regressed; people have forgotten our clan's demonic might. They don't even recognize demonic words meant to deceive. Alas!!!"
The Azure Robed Demon finally spoke a complete sentence since entering, and those words plunged Yin Wudi into an abyss from which he could not escape.
"Demon!"
Truly a "demon"!!
"The demon clan returns!!!"
The Apocalypse War is about to descend again; is there anything left in this world capable of resisting the demon clan?
Yin Wudi was labeled as a leader of the evil path, but he still had a sense of restraint when it came to his great enemies.
“No, we must spread the news of the demon race's resurgence. It is a calamity that could destroy the world!” Yin Wudi decisively declared, disregarding his severe injuries. He forcefully urged his vital blood, igniting his Nascent Soul, and activated his life-bound treasure, the “Ghostly Horn,” attempting to break out of the hall.
A streak of light flashed as Yin Wudi transformed and charged toward the exit. However, at that moment, a familiar figure blocked his path.
“Peerless Yin Ghost.”
“The great struggle of the world.”
In a secluded place far from the mortal realm, atop a snowy mountain, an elderly man with white hair and the stature of a child stared at the divination symbols on the table in shock.
“Master, what is this great struggle of the world that surprises you so?” asked a man dressed as a Middle-Aged Scholar standing behind the elder.
“The great struggle of the world! The great struggle of the world…” The elder ignored him, continuing to mutter to himself.
“Liu Qingshi, convey my message: I will emerge.” After a long while, the elder spoke to the man before returning to his tranquil state, leaving only the Middle-Aged Scholar standing there in confusion.
Days later, an upheaval shook the world as the “Mechanism Gate” emerged. At the same time, several previously unheard-of sects and families announced their official entry into the world.
A wave of chaos surged through Moling Star, turning everything upside down. In just a few months, countless forces were reshuffled. Even Mount Hua Immortal Gate was swept into this grand tide.
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