"Detonate!"
Seeing that the terrifying will was about to descend, Yang Xiao acted without hesitation.
He directly detonated the Ancient Slave Seal.
Instantly, his Heart Spirit trembled violently as if struck by lightning, and with a cry, he spat out a mouthful of blood.
But Yang Xiao didn't wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth. Instead, he used all his strength.
He hurled the Bloodthirsty Sword in his hand.
But before the Bloodthirsty Sword could strike Yun Aotian, the dazed-looking Yun Aotian felt himself swell up like a balloon.
BANG!
He exploded.
But in the void, a residual aura remained.
It transford into a lofty, spectral figure.
"An amateur's trick."
Three faint words bored directly into Yang Xiao's Heart Spirit.
He let out another choked gasp.
And spat out another mouthful of blood.
But his eyes were fixed on the spectral figure.
Its expression and features were unclear.
But its aura was so familiar.
However, the spectral figure didn't even spare Yang Xiao a glance.
As if he was utterly beneath its notice.
Then it vanished.
"Brother Yang, what's going on?"
Lu Fangliang looked completely baffled.
He hadn't seen the spectral figure, nor had he heard the three words it had spoken.
He had only seen Yang Xiao suddenly tremble and then spit blood.
And Yun Aotian, the expert from the Profound Celestial Sect who had clearly already surrendered, had actually self-detonated.
This left him completely bewildered.
'Could it be that Yun Aotian sched against Brother Yang?'
"It's nothing, just a small mishap."
Yang Xiao shook his head.
He spoke without sincerity, not looking at Lu Fangliang.
"Oh, that's good. I'm glad you're alright. As for that Immortal Cultivator, if he's dead, he's dead. Don't worry too much about it."
Lu Fangliang let out a sigh of relief.
Yang Xiao nodded.
But his gaze was incredibly deep.
'Because that spectral figure…'
'A million years… I've finally found a trace of you again. You're strong—absurdly strong. Even a re wisp of your aura could obliterate . But I'm not afraid of you. I will grow stronger and stronger, until the day I finally kill you!'
He clenched his fists tightly.
His nails dug into his flesh, but he didn't feel a thing.
That's right. That spectral figure.
It was none other than the Great Power who had plotted against him in his past life.
An expert at the Dominator Level or even higher.
And now, Yang Xiao finally understood why he had always found the aura on Immortal Cultivators so repulsive.
After all, the aura of every living being was unique.
Originally, Yang Xiao had thought this aura was perhaps a result of them practicing Immortal Dao Techniques.
But now, Yang Xiao knew.
That wasn't it at all.
It was because the will of that being was hidden within every Immortal Cultivator.
Normally, it might not interfere with their own thoughts.
Even if the host died.
It probably wouldn't appear.
However, if an attempt was made to place a slave seal on them, as Yang Xiao had just done with Yun Aotian, it would draw out this will.
Because the function of this will was clearly identical to Yang Xiao's Ancient Slave Seal.
Both were for enslavent and control.
It was just like the sayings: one mountain cannot house two tigers, and a slave cannot serve two masters.
Immortal Cultivators, he feared, were all slaves to that being.
And this was a fact that the vast majority of Immortal Cultivators were likely unaware of.
If not for this accident, Yang Xiao probably wouldn't have discovered it either.
But now that he knew, Yang Xiao would absolutely not let go of any opportunity to strike against the Immortal Dao.
'With my current strength, you could probably kill with a single breath. But if you use the Immortal Dao as your chess pieces, then I'll flip over your board and slaughter every last piece! Let's see what kind of ga you can play then!'
Yang Xiao sneered.
Previously, his aversion to the Immortal Dao was simply because Immortal Cultivators carried that repulsive aura.
Furthermore, every Immortal Cultivator he had encountered was so loathso that there was always a reason to kill them.
That was why Yang Xiao had been ruthless with them.
If he had t a reasonable Immortal Cultivator, Yang Xiao probably wouldn't have been able to bring himself to act.
But things were different now.
Upon realizing that this terrifying being who had plotted against him in his past life had actually spread its will throughout every single Immortal Cultivator, Yang Xiao made a decision: he would kill them all.
He would eradicate them all.
And the first on his list.
Was the Profound Celestial Sect!
But before that, Yang Xiao's most pressing task was to heal Lu Fangliang's injuries.
Therefore, he forcibly suppressed the urge to charge directly into the Northern Wilderness Forest and slaughter everyone from the Profound Celestial Sect.
He began to take Spirit dicines from his Storage Ring.
And started refining an Essence Pill.
After wiping out the dicine King Valley, Yang Xiao's greatest reward had been a huge pile of High-tier Spirit dicines.
Although there were no legendary dicine Kings of the Ancient Spirit dicine Level.
However, he had an endless supply of Spirit dicines at the Peak of Tier Nine.
These Spirit dicines were no longer of much use to Yang Xiao himself.
But when used to refine certain Pills, their effects were excellent.
For example, the Blood Essence Pill Lu Fangliang had taken earlier was a Top Grade dicine for replenishing qi and blood.
Back then, when his father in this life, Yang Zhentian, was suffering from blood decay, a single Blood Essence Pill like this would have been enough.
It would have completely healed him, even making him stronger than he was at his Peak.
There would have been no need to go through all the trouble of using the Golden Needle Acupoint Crossing technique.
'But what could he do? He was so poor back then.'
He couldn't even afford a Tier Four or Tier Five Spirit dicine, let alone the Top Grade Tier Nine Spirit dicines required to refine a Blood Essence Pill.
Its dicinal effects were comparable to a King Level Spirit dicine.
The Essence Pill he was refining now was the sa.
Moreover, for the current Yang Xiao, refining Pills was incredibly simple.
Thus, it only took him half an hour to finish refining the Essence Pill.
He had Lu Fangliang consu it.
Soon, Lu Fangliang, who had severely depleted his Bloodline Essence Qi, was once again full of life and vigor.
This change made Lu Fangliang click his tongue in amazent.
"Brother Yang, I never imagined you had this kind of skill. It seems I've truly received a blessing in disguise this ti."
And wasn't it true?
Lu Fangliang had used his own Bloodline Essence Qi to activate the Purple Fla Dragon Spear. While it seed extrely dangerous, it actually brought great benefits, especially since the Purple Fla Dragon Spear had allowed him to wield its power himself.
Though it was only for two strikes, it had already given Lu Fangliang an incredibly deep understanding of the Purple Fla Dragon Spear's power.
Coupled with the change in his mindset, it probably wouldn't be long before he could gain the true recognition of the Purple Fla Dragon Spear.
Wasn't this a blessing in disguise?
In comparison, Yang Xiao had suffered a huge loss.
Not only did he lose a Peak Martial Saint-level slave, but he also had to detonate a wisp of his consciousness and an Orange Fla Clone from his Heaven and Earth Origin Fla.
This had weakened his Spiritual Power, which had been approaching Perfection and was on the verge of reaching the next level.
It was no longer at Perfection.
Likewise, he had also lost so of his Heaven and Earth Origin Fla.
He would probably need to consu two or three Greater Yang Spirit Fruits to make up for the loss.
The thought of this made Yang Xiao's heart ache.
'Still, no matter what, I discovered the secret of the Immortal Dao and that being. This discovery! Hmph, no matter how great the loss, it was worth it.'
'Besides, I haven't even swept the battlefield yet.'
Yang Xiao chuckled to himself.
Instead of consuming a Greater Yang Spirit Fruit to replenish his losses, he began to clean up the battlefield.
The Profound Celestial Sect had sent thirteen High-Tier Martial Saints this ti.
'What might they be carrying?'
A trace of anticipation grew within Yang Xiao.
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