To the south, north, and west, a vast and limitless ocean stretched toward the horizon. High above, where the unforgiving sun burned like a golden puncture in the sky, a massive silhouette broke through the clouds.
Mu Guiying stood tall atop a monstrous, four-winged falcon. The beast swept through the air with a terrifying grace, its massive talons dripping with fresh, horrific stains of crimson blood that rained down into the open sea below.Despite the majestic ride, Mu Guiying let out a brief, heavy sigh.
She stared down at the passing waves with a grumpy, sorrowful pout, puffing her cheeks in sheer annoyance.
I told Father that he didn't need to send an entire army of bodyguards to watch my every move,she thought bitterly.
But he just agreed so quickly, as if I'm nothing but a big disappointment to him. Sometimes, Father can be so incredibly rude.Suddenly, she snapped out of her thoughts and stared straight ahead.
Her gaze instantly turned ice-cold.Her destination had finally come into view. Rising from the ocean was the Regional Continent. It was a sprawling, majestic land covered in vibrant emerald grasses, ringed by breathtaking mountain ranges, and shadowed by towering, ancient trees."
Hmm. The Regional Continent indeed looks a bit boring," she murmured, "yet mystical in its own strange way."Gripping the thick, puffy feathers of her monstrous mount, she pointed directly toward the mainland. The
falcon responded instantly. Drawing its four massive wings tightly against its body, the beast transformed into a living bullet, lunging forward and tearing through the sky.
Not far off, a colossal mountain pierced the very heavens, its peak completely enveloped in a swirling vortex of raw soul energy.
But before she could marvel at it, an unreal, suffocating presence caused her spine to tingle. Mu Guiying whirled around.Through the mist, a fleet of massive wooden vessels appeared. They were built with the intricate, sweeping lines of grand, architectonic war galleons, floating impossibly through the sky.Alarm bells rang in her mind.
She immediately forced her falcon to veer sharply, accelerating hard toward the safety of the continent.
I am a Rank Four Sage Artist, she reminded herself, gritting her teeth. I can survive this.She rubbed her eyes as her vision suddenly turned blurry from the pressure. Shaking her head violently a few times, her sight snapped back into focus. Instantly, her falcon erupted with an explosion of soul energy.
The mist-like energy shaped itself into a cascade of violet raindrops, solidifying around the beast like a phantom suit of protective purple armor.
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in the shattering depths of the hall, Mingyin forced his way a step backward. Acrid smoke billowed from the spiderwebbing cracks in the ground beneath his boots.
Taking a deep, stabilizing breath, he raised his palm and summoned his low-ranked weapon once more."Artifact: Style Fish Bison!"
A bizarre, condensed material manifested in the open air. It took the shape of a massive, watery-blue fist, roughly the size of a human head. Mingyin ruthlessly poured his soul force directly into the artifact.
With a sharp hum, the aquatic fist shattered in mid-air, reshaping itself into five razor-sharp arrows.Mingyin's predatory eyes tracked his target through the rising smoke, his mind quickly settling on a cruel, terrifying strategy.He is definitely still operating in his Fallen Path mode, Mingyin calculated.
If I can just break his neck or shatter his hands first, I can slow down time, terrify them thoroughly, and systematically slaughter them all.With a flick of his wrist, the floating arrows shot forward.
The speed was so blinding that it visibly shocked Shining Sask. The five green Greek swords hovering protectively above Sask barely managed to react, sweeping downward in a frantic desperation to block the incoming trajectory.Creak!
A loud, metallic groan echoed through the chamber as the five green swords slammed into the projectile arrows, violently knocking them off balance.Seeing his opening, Mingyin threw his left hand high into the air while thrusting his right palm wide open in front of him.
With an aggressive motion, he brought his elevated hand down, slamming it against his open palm.A completely new artifact materialized into existence."Artifact: Arrow of Union!"In one of his previous, countless timelines, the future version of Mingyin had left him a sacred scroll.
It detailed exactly how these low-tier artifacts could be utilized to their absolute, hidden potential.Now... I must focus entirely on a bow, Mingyin commanded his mind.Instantly, a massive longbow forged from ancient, polished obsidian pebbles materialized in his grip. Five dense mists swirled around his fingers, solidifying into arrows of pure spiritual vapor. He notched them into the heavy string, drawing the bow back until the obsidian groaned, aiming the weapon perfectly at Shining Sask.
Boooom!
The five mist arrows were unleashed. They streaked through the air with a terrifying, reality-defying precision. The mere pressure of their trajectory tore the stone floor to pieces, leaving a trail of jagged trenches in their wake.Shining Sask gasped, frantically pouring his soul energy into his five green swords.
A protective layer of crackling, violent lightning erupted from the edges of the blades, forming a dense barrier.The mist arrows slammed into the lightning shield. Instead of shattering, they pierced directly through the electricity and exploded into roaring whirlpools of wind, completely sealing Shining Sask inside a localized, thrashing tornado of mist.
The Sensory TrapBefore the dust could even settle, Teinsei Jin vanished. He materialized instantly behind Mingyin, his killing intent completely suppressed and hidden from the world.A short distance away, Rou Wei froze. He took a slow step back, a rare expression of defeat washing over his face.
If we are fighting against an anomaly like this, Rou Wei realized, we have to be exceptionally careful where our attacks land.
He can deflect our own power right back at us. I cannot risk using my artifact now. I must wait for Teinsei Jin to create some distance.High above Mingyin's blind spot, Teinsei Jin released a drop of mysterious liquid into the air. Mid-fall, the liquid instantly solidified into a massive, heavy iron hammer.
Catching the handle in mid-air, Teinsei Jin swung it forward with a brutal, skull-crushing arc aimed directly at the back of Mingyin's head.It was an unwritten law of the cultivation world that raw killing intent could be detected by almost anyone—from ordinary humans to Little Grade cultivators, Sage Artists, and especially Peak Artists.
When a mortal successfully ascends to the Little Grade, they initially lose the raw, primal instincts of a baseline human.
A human possesses six standard senses, which can be trained into nine or even twelve distinct perceptions. But those who ascend to majestic heights gain entirely new frameworks.While a Little Grade or a Sage Artist might have senses that are simply as sharp as the greatest battlefield warriors of ancient Earth, an immortal ascending toward the Nine Heavens commands over a hundred unique senses.
Teinsei Jin was mute and could not speak, but he possessed a rare, instinctual gift that only a handful of immortals ever developed—the ability to know exactly when their own body was a mere second away from death.
It was the primal detection of killing intent. Yet, as Teinsei Jin attempted to shroud his own murderous desire, his concealment was completely shattered and shoved aside by the sheer, overwhelming aura of Mingyin's presence."Artifact: Style Fish Bison!"
The familiar watery hand manifested in the open air above Mingyin. He channeled his soul energy directly into the construct, causing the liquid to coat his own skin like a glove.
Without even turning around, Mingyin ducked low.The massive iron hammer whistled harmlessly through the air, missing his head by an inch.Utilizing the momentum, Mingyin dashed to the left, pivoting on his heel. He drove his soul-coated fist directly into Teinsei Jin's exposed ribs.Crack!
The sickening sound of shattering bone echoed through the hall. Teinsei Jin felt a violent rush of blood flood his throat, and he involuntarily spat a crimson spray into the air. But Mingyin wasn't finished. He brought his opposite hand forward, glowing with a thick, aggressively pulsing layer of soul energy, veins bulging down his arm.He struck Teinsei Jin with the full, blunt force of his artifact. The impact lifted Teinsei Jin's feet completely off the stone floor.
Surrounded by a shockwave of dust, the mute genius was launched backward into the air like a stray cannonball.
The sheer force of the blow left Teinsei Jin in absolute shock.I truly believed I possessed the highest potential among the Ten Geniuses who rule the mortal world, Teinsei Jin thought as he sailed through the air. But it seems this bastard, who only recently joined our ranks, has already completely surpassed us
.He crashed violently into the far wall, spitting out another mouthful of blood. Yet, as he slid down, a dark, manic smile spread across his face. Floating back up into the air, stones and debris hovering around his ascending body, his grin only widened
Mingyin didn't waste a single second watching Teinsei Jin rise. He lunged across the floor, grabbing the old cultivator by the neck and torso. With a violent burst of speed, he launched himself straight up into the air like an arrow, determined to break out of the mountain realm entirely alongside with the dead corpse of the old
."The old man is crucial for the inheritance of the Nine Tribe Sect Elders!" Rou Wei roared across the battlefield, his voice echoing with panic. "If he dies here, his debts will fall entirely on us!
It is better to fight this monster with a broken hand and push forward than to give up now and face their wrath of our elder !"
Rou Wei lunged forward, closing the distance to Mingyin as he screamed, "Mingyin! You shall bow to fate!""Artifact: Future Sight!"
Appearing directly in Mingyin's path, Rou Wei flooded his palm with a massive reserve of soul energy, thrusting his hand forward in a deadly strike.
I am a Stage Five Peak Artist, Rou Wei thought, his eyes gleaming with desperate confidence. I can still slaughter him.
I can predict the future! Who could possibly stop me? The only weakness of this Future Sight artifact is that it drains after five minutes of continuous combat. But within those five minutes, I will execute him before he ever gets the chance to counter
The Predator's CalculusMeanwhile, far back across the spiritual lake of the inner consciousness, the old man slowly picked himself up from the ground. He gingerly held his heavily swollen cheek, wincing in pain."Man, that really hurt," the old man muttered to himself, a twisted smirk on his face. "
I truly am an adaptable fool."But deep down, the old man knew the chilling truth. Even if he and Mingyin were of the exact same rank, or even if he were two entire stages higher than the boy, the result would remain unchanged.
Mingyin would still find a way to kill him.Mingyin possessed the accumulated, immense knowledge of a trillion distinct regressions. He held an unimaginable vault of forbidden information.
He was a Fate Defier—a rare anomaly capable of rewriting destiny itself. On top of that, he commanded a Sovereign Soul Realm and a completely unprecedented, undiscovered path: the Vision Path.
With that terrifying combination, Mingyin was in a class entirely of his own making. At Stage Four, he could easily slaughter any quasi-Peak Artist. He could fight true Peak Artists with only minor difficulty. And even if he were forced to break his own bones, tear his own flesh, and endure a near-death experience, he could still successfully match a Stage Two Peak Artist in a battle to the death.
If Mingyin truly managed to cultivate every single forbidden path the old man had instructed him to follow, he wouldn't just rule this generation...
Rou Wei's hand thrust forward, carrying the full, suffocating weight of a Stage Five Peak Artist. Under the influence of the Future Sight artifact, the world around him slowed to a crawl. In his mind's eye, the next three seconds of reality mapped themselves out in glowing, spectral lines.He saw Mingyin dodging left. He saw Mingyin trying to raise the old man as a shield."I see you," Rou Wei hissed, adjusting his strike mid-air to intercept Mingyin's exact evasion path. His soul energy flared, shaping into a jagged spike of pure force.
But Mingyin didn't move left. He didn't use the old man as a shield.Instead, Mingyin dropped like a stone, letting gravity pull him beneath the predicted strike.Rou Wei's eyes widened in horror. How?
The artifact showed me into the future of reality . Mingyin's mind whispered in the silence of the clash.
The difference between me and you I have fought prophets. I have slaughtered seers. Your artifact looks at the future of this timeline, but I carry the weight of a trillion broken futures in my blood.
Before Rou Wei could reset his stance, Mingyin's leg swept out. He didn't use an artifact. He used raw, unfiltered Vision Path soul energy, turning his shin into a blade of pure, translucent light. The kick caught Rou Wei square in the ankle.Crack
!Rou Wei gasped, his prediction lines shattering like cheap glass.
He floated backward, desperately trying to maintain his distance, his mind frantically counting down the seconds.Four minutes and forty seconds left, Rou Wei thought, sweat pouring down his face. I just need to drag this out. I just need one clean hit.
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Suddenly in the ceiling of the temple mu guying appear out of nowhere
.Mu Guiying's four-winged falcon let out a piercing, terrified shriek as it tore through the swirling vortex of soul energy. The violet raindrop armor around its massive body flickered violently, sizzling against the sheer pressure radiating from the cavern below."Hold on!"
Mu Guiying shouted, her grumpy expression completely replaced by adrenaline. She gripped the feathers tighter,
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Suddnenmy rou Wei dismisses His five minutes .Rou Wei fell look at her with shock , his eyes blank, completely paralyzed by the sheer weight of a Sovereign Soul and vision path .Mingyin didn't stop to finish him.
The old man could be seen floating in the air with a wary fearfully gaze as Mingyin pour [artifact of holding float ]
The old man suddnely realised that the reason he was still floating mid air this artifact was use to hold him in the air and make him not float .
, he looked up at the ceiling just as the first brilliant, blinding beam of light from the ceiling broke through the mountain's crest.The real hunt was about to begin.
The ceiling didn't just crack—it exploded.A blinding beam of light from the sky fleet tore through the mountain's crest, showering the hall in jagged rock.
As then the princes of death of the ten genius descend to injoy in the fresh feast of battel .
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