Daoist Competition

Zhang Yan felt a mysterious sensation flow into his mind, as if something had been added to it. With a gentle thought, he could reach every corner of this cloud mist. Even the slightest details became crystal clear in his perception, revealing their masterful transformations, leaving nothing concealed from his understanding.

Previously, he had regarded the You Yin Heavy Water as merely a lifeless object, unworthy of much consideration.

But now, as these drops of Heavy Water merged into the cloud mist, they seemed to come alive, as though fish returning to water.

Connected tightly to one another, their power converged, rolling and spinning together, emitting a deep, resonant hum. Within the mist, bolts of blazing lightning occasionally streaked through, flickering erratically. For miles around, golden serpentine flashes erupted in endless bursts, weaving through the air like shuttles in flight.

Looking from afar, one could see this region under heaven transformed: below the peaks and valleys was an expanse resembling white jade, swathed in a veil of pale smoke, surrounded by arcs of brilliant lightning crackling with deafening thunderclaps. Above that, fiery embers danced, heat waves soared, and dust clouds spread in a tumultuous conflagration of flaming clouds.

The observing disciples outside the field had initially seen Zhang Yan dodging to and fro amidst the smoke and fire. The less experienced among them assumed he was at a disadvantage.

Little did they expect that in the blink of an eye, he would conjure such an awe-inspiring phenomenon. Witnessing the ascendant cloud mist and the overwhelming spectacle, they were left utterly stunned.

Sitting resolutely in the ethereal cloud mist, Zhang Yan began to immerse himself in its essence. Without needing the articulation of words, countless profound insights surged through his heart like a flowing stream. It felt as though he could summon clouds and conjure lightning with a mere flip of his hand, commanding thunder at his will. He couldn’t help but exclaim, "Marvelous!"

Raising a hand, he lightly activated a spell, channeling True Power. His wide sleeves fluttered slightly with the motion, and this solitary gesture seemed to awaken some colossal and fearsome entity. A thunderous roar echoed, and the entire mass of clouds shifted in unison, tearing through the air in swirling gusts and ascending with tremendous force.

Feng Zhen, seeing Zhang Yan suddenly manifest an expanse of dense cloud mist, was momentarily astonished. Judging by its intensity, it seemed to overwhelm even his own might.

Watching the opposing force fearlessly rise to confront him head-on, Feng Zhen recalled Zhang Yan’s prior display of unfathomable techniques and couldn’t help but feel a flicker of doubt. Yet at this juncture, retreat was no longer an option; he could only grit his teeth and charge forward.

Biting down in determination, he emitted a low grunt and leapt through the fiery smoke, landing firmly above.

He then bit the tip of his tongue, spitting several mouthfuls of Essence Blood onto the flames, causing the fire to swell and burn even fiercer.

Focusing all his Mana, he fully activated his Divine Skills. Finally, pressing down with his hand, the smoke cloud below seemed to bear the weight of ten thousand pounds, sinking abruptly, exerting its full force downward.

Zhang Yan responded with a faint smile. Pinching his fingers into a spell, the Heavy Clouds beneath him began turning in synchrony, stirring the 365 drops of You Yin Heavy Water into motion. With a loud crack of thunder, dozens of bolts of blinding lightning burst forth.

In the dead of night, it resembled an endless frenzy of golden serpents wildly dancing through the air. They plunged into the dark-red smoke cloud, instantly slicing away a layer of Essence Qi.

Feng Zhen’s heart trembled violently, as though those lightning bolts had struck him directly.

As the raging lightning continued its frenzied slaughter, the initially robust mass of black smoke and scorching fire was torn apart piece by piece. In no time, it became like a deflated bag with countless holes riddled through it.

From the outside, it appeared that the two smoke clouds had yet to truly collide, but the black cloud was already disintegrating in massive chunks, collapsing incessantly as if unable to endure much longer.

Feng Zhen was seized by terror and despair. Zhang Yan’s actions clearly intended to grind away the external power that Feng Zhen had painstakingly cultivated over decades!

The Elixir Evil Essence Qi, though capable of enabling high-level techniques when externalized, was not without its costs. It relied on Feng Zhen’s own Essence Yuan Qi as its foundation. If depleted entirely, wouldn’t that be the same as having his cultivation completely destroyed?

Yet, as sparks fell into the cloud mist, they vanished like stones sinking into the sea, leaving no trace and failing to cause even the smallest ripple.

Witnessing Zhang Yan’s overwhelming attacks while powerless to stop them, Feng Zhen felt as though his heart was bleeding. He knew that there was no way he could escape unscathed this time. Thinking quickly, he desperately began pulling back, striving to reclaim some of the scattered Essence Qi in an attempt to salvage at least part of his reserves.

However, wielding this Dharma technique outward was simple; recalling it was far more difficult.

This Divine Skill had never been tested in battle since Feng Zhen first mastered it. Had he practiced beforehand with Mo Daoist, he might have learned that when retrieving this Cultivation Technique back into the body, it required finding an isolated location, refining the Golden Core for an hour, and carefully channeling and gathering the energy. Only then could the Essence Qi be reclaimed in its entirety. In this moment of desperation, how could he possibly achieve such precision?

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