Chu Zhiyuan frowned at it but didn't touch it.
He turned to stare at Zhang Youling.
Zhang Youling lay flat against the stone wall, a bizarre smile on his face, devoid of the fear and shock of impending death. Chu Zhiyuan stared at him, ready to retreat at any moment.
These demonic individuals from the Jade Cauldron Sect possessed uncanny and unpredictable methods. But he had Extrasensory Perception.
If there was any disturbance, he would notice the abnormality and retreat immediately.
He was now on the verge of death, his movements and speed far inferior to his usual self, so he could escape.
"Heh heh..." Zhang Youling emitted a strange laugh, his eyes already stained and obscured by blood, making it clear he couldn't see the outside world. Chu Zhiyuan said, "What exactly happened to the five Grand Masters?"
"Heh heh..." Zhang Youling's laughter grew even more bizarre, his body rapidly膨胀.
Chu Zhiyuan flashed aside, the tip of his sword picking up the golden vertical pupil, sending it flying out of the cave, avoiding it by moving to the side of the cave.
"Bang!" Amidst a muffled sound, a violent burst of energy rushed out of the cave, a mixture of red mist and rocks flying out for ten zhang. Chu Zhiyuan breathed a sigh of relief.
Extrasensory Perception clearly illuminated Zhang Youling's condition.
Zhang Youling rapidly expanded and exploded into a red mist, instantly enveloping the cave.
The mountain rocks that were touched by the red mist all emitted white smoke, as if corroded by sulfuric acid, leaving dense, tiny holes, pitch black. Chu Zhiyuan's heart sank.
The Jade Cauldron Sect's self-destructive move was indeed astonishing.
The speed of the red mist's spread even exceeded his own movement technique. If he hadn't taken a step in advance, he would have already been enveloped by the red mist. This red mist appeared as a gleaming black light in Extrasensory Perception, its toxicity alarming.
A sense of foreboding told him that touching this black light, this red mist, would endanger his life; his current physical body couldn't withstand this poison. The red mist dissipated, leaving black holes everywhere.
And Zhang Youling was left with only a green robe and a head.
If it weren't for the existence of this head, Chu Zhiyuan would have suspected whether he was really dead, whether he had used some kind of escape technique. This Zhang Youling was too strange, with too many mysteries and secrets.
Now he was finally dead.
He let out a long sigh of relief.
This kind of guy often possessed great fortune and was difficult to kill.
Fortunately, he also possessed great fortune; meeting him could be considered his bad luck, destined for this calamity.
Listening to his words, he was originally coming for him, searching far and wide only to find him. This kind of guy was better off dead sooner rather than later.
That green robe was an anomaly, with a hazy light isolating his Extrasensory Perception; the head, however, was nothing special. Just a normal skull.
The reason he didn't directly close the boulder and turn to leave wasn't because he was reluctant to part with that green robe, but because he wouldn't be at ease until he completely crushed that skull.
Who knew what secret techniques the Jade Cauldron Sect had, whether they would use the skull for something, unable to revive Zhang Youling but possibly capturing some of his secrets. Therefore, he had to crush Zhang Youling's skull, completely erasing Zhang Youling from the world, to truly feel at ease.
Extrasensory Perception was simultaneously examining the golden bead, the golden vertical pupil, not far from his feet. A layer of golden light enveloped it, making it impossible to perceive.
It looked extremely gorgeous on the outside but gave Chu Zhiyuan an uncomfortable feeling, so he had always avoided touching it. It could help Zhang Youling sense danger a second in advance and could also absorb the black smoke in the essence blood.
Extrasensory Perception couldn't perceive its interior but could see the exterior clearly; the strange patterns seemed to be twisting, as if coming alive. It made Chu Zhiyuan feel uneasy.
He looked at the green robe again.
Could the green robe be related to it in some way?
The patterns weren't similar; what they had in common was that they both faintly twisted, which should be a strange power. The sharp tip of Qingying Sword gently pierced the golden bead.
Gang Qi followed and entered.
"Po!" A crisp sound came from its interior.
Through the Gang Qi, Chu Zhiyuan felt a force expanding inside it, as if about to break out of its shell at any moment. Then his expression changed slightly, and he retreated a few steps behind the boulder.
"Po!" It emitted a second crisp sound.
Chu Zhiyuan's figure flashed, already reaching the mountain wall a hundred meters away; another flash and he would escape even further.
"Po!" It emitted a third crisp sound.
Then a golden light shot toward Chu Zhiyuan.
Chu Zhiyuan was already in the air, hastily twisting his body and flashing again, but he was still caught up by the golden light, which shot toward his brow. Chu Zhiyuan, in the air, threw a punch.
The roar of a dragon, a sudden, loud noise, echoed in his ears, as if resounding through heaven and earth.
The Great Heavenly Dragon Fist struck the golden light, and a piercing pain came from his fist, as if stabbed by a sword.
But this golden light actually ignored the fist energy of the Great Heavenly Dragon Fist and directly drilled into his fist, traveling up his arm and finally appearing at his brow. His brow suddenly experienced a severe pain, as if stabbed by a sword.
Chu Zhiyuan felt something was amiss, myriad thoughts flashing, myriad inspirations passing by, and suddenly he began to circulate the Dragon Transformation Art. The Dragon Transformation Art surged into motion.
Then, at the same time, he circulated the Heavenly Origin Art.
Sweet dew descended from the sky, passing through his skull and falling onto his brain, as clear and refreshing as immersing himself in a cold spring, immediately alleviating the pain. At the same time, he heard a faint roar of a dragon in his ears.
Golden light flickered before his eyes.
Like the rising sun in the morning, brilliant and dazzling.
This golden light was different from ordinary golden light, possessing an extremely strong penetrating power, penetrating his entire body, inside and out. Then the golden light slowly dimmed, and finally, his vision returned to normal.
He sat cross-legged on a rock, slowly opening his eyes.
This rock was one meter long and half a meter wide, smooth and soft, having been weathered by wind and rain for too long. He sat on it steadily.
This was the action he had commanded himself to take with a wisp of thought when he was struck by the golden light just now. He frowned, examining himself.
He saw nothing.
The golden vertical pupil had already disappeared. Transformed into that golden light just now.
The golden light had drilled into his palm and then into his brow.
But there were no scars on his right palm, it hadn't been broken through, nor was there any on his left palm; it was as if it had all been an illusion.
But the pain in his fist wasn't an illusion, nor was the pain in his brow an illusion, the earth-shattering roar of a dragon... shouldn't have been an illusion either. Even if the outside world couldn't hear the dragon's roar, he had clearly heard it in his mind.
He had already figured out the pattern: whenever the dragon's roar sounded, it meant that an external force was invading his spirit.
This golden vertical pupil was indeed strange, actually taking the initiative to drill into his body, wanting to drill into his brow like it had drilled into Zhang Youling's brow. He touched his brow.
No vertical pupil there.
He let out a long sigh of relief.
Although the golden vertical pupil could foresee danger a second in advance, he didn't like it. With Extrasensory Perception, he didn't need this one-second danger prediction.
But fortunately, he had the Divine Dragon's Thought, which had already blocked or even destroyed it, eliminating the hidden danger. He closed his eyes and examined himself again.
There was indeed nothing abnormal at his brow, nor was there any existence of the golden vertical pupil; it had been defeated by the Divine Dragon's Thought, or had it been fused by him? Just like the Myriad Spirit Pearl back then?
Thinking of this, he suddenly drew his sword and stabbed himself.
The moment the long sword changed direction, he sensed something, and his body had an urge to shift horizontally. Sure enough, he also had the ability to sense danger.
