Dust Settles, Part One (Thanks to Bu Shi Fei Liu Xing, Alliance Leader)

The wind whistled past behind me, causing my clothes to billow and flutter.

The huge black ruler in Iron Shura's hand was almost deformed from his grip.

He ran wildly.

The houses on both sides of Tiger Mountain Town were quickly left behind by him.

As the distance increased, the flow of people and carriages on the Official Road became increasingly sparse.

Suddenly, he turned left, rushed off the Official Road, and crashed into the vast, boundless grassland.

On the grassland Ping Yuan with withered yellow grass, only herds of antelopes and deer strolled slowly with their heads down.

The waist-high weeds swayed in the wind, creating waves of spray.

Iron Shura charged forward, constantly smashing through the weeds and creating paths.

' Jade Void Palace!! Those guys from the Great Dao Sect haven't completely split up at all! They've deceived everyone outside!'

Iron Shura was from that era.

He knew very well that in that era, Myriad Gods rose up, the strong vied for supremacy, and each hegemonic power was backed by a powerful deity.

At that time, the Great Dao Sect split into two branches due to differences in ideology and worship of Worship God.

One is Jade Void Palace, and the other is Heavenly Treasure Palace.

After that, the two sides continued to fight and weaken each other.

Then came internal turmoil. The Great Dao Sect's power waned, its strength reduced to less than one-tenth, and it could only rely on the Ling Ting in the end.

Afterwards, the Ling Ting swept across all sides, Central Capital the support of the Great Dao Sect, the True One Sect, and Buddhist School.

Only in this way could they achieve such great things so quickly.

I originally thought that the faction of the Jade Void Palace, whose ideology was even more brutal, had long since disappeared into the annals of history due to unification.

Unexpectedly, it was quietly unified by the current Grand Master of the Great Dao Sect. In this short moment, during the time it took to escape with all its might, Iron Shura thought about many things.

The more he thought about it, the more he felt that the Great Dao Sect was incredibly powerful, almost as powerful as Buddhist School.

Everyone had misunderstood, thinking that the Great Dao Sect had lost its former power, but they never expected this! Suddenly, Iron Shura stopped in his tracks, and cold sweat instantly seeped out of his face.

He looked around.

Behind him was still Tiger Mountain Town! The scene was exactly the same as when he had just turned off the Official Road.

The problem is, he had clearly been away from the Official Road for several minutes!

That's enough time for him to run at least two miles!

But why... why is he still here?! He's only a hundred meters away from Tiger Mountain Town?

Iron Shura stopped abruptly, a chill rising rapidly in his heart.

He looked around carefully, constantly examining his surroundings.

It was quiet all around. Behind them, people could still be seen coming and going in Tiger Mountain Town, but no one even glanced in their direction.

"This is... the mist!?"

His voice was subdued, and his muscles were taut, ready to respond to any attack from any angle.

He suddenly realized that entering the legendary mist of the Jade Void Palace meant that no matter how he tried to escape, he couldn't get away.

You can't see it from the outside, but it will all really happen here.

"It seems you know a lot."

A cold voice came from the side.

Ming Yuan was unaware that he was already standing side by side with him, gazing at the distant sky.

The clouds in the sky are like ladders, the sun is setting, and the breeze is like a furnace. Just standing still, you can feel the summer heat.

"Can you let me go?"

Iron Shura didn't want to die. He had lived for so many years and hadn't enjoyed life enough. He didn't want to die here for no reason.

"What do you think?" Ming Yuan raised his hand, with traces of blood still remaining on the tips of his fingers.

"Hehe."

Iron Shura finally gave up his illusions and gripped the metal black ruler with both hands.

"It seems Red Cliff Monk is already dead at your hands. In that case..."

Hiss. In an instant, his whole body swelled up, his muscles enlarged, and veins and blood vessels became prominent on his skin, making him a full size larger.

A fierce roar, like that of a sea beast, burst from his mouth.

In an instant, he leaped up, his body now a size larger than Ming Yuan's, and wielding a black ruler, he struck down at Mingyuan's head.

The black ruler sliced through the air, creating a white shockwave and a shriek, before crashing down.

Boom! With a whooshing sound, the black ruler was blocked by a sharp finger covered with silver scales.

Ming Yuan stared at him coldly.

"Jade Sea Dragon God?"

Snap! A flick of the fingertip.

With a deafening roar, Iron Shura was sent flying as if hit by a train, crashing heavily into the ground and creating craters of varying sizes.

"Unfortunately, in the face of absolute power, everything is illusory."

Ming Yuan slowly walked forward.

Whoosh! Once again, the Iron Shura rose from the ground, transforming into a white streak and charging forward once more.

He roared and gripped the black ruler, striking Ming Yuan with a furious barrage of blows.

Each of his strikes possessed terrifying power far exceeding that of Ninth Grade, and his speed was astonishing; every move was at the peak level of Super Grade Internal Method.

But it was this kind of attack.

The black ruler was almost swung into a blur.

In front of Ming Yuan, it was as if a baby was waving a toy, which was blocked one by one by Mingyuan's outstretched index finger.

The clanging sounds were like raindrops pattering on banana leaves, continuous and persistent.

Ming Yuan stood indifferently in the middle, letting the other side attack from all sides.

No matter the move, no matter the angle, from beginning to end, it was always just one finger.

Sparks from the impact drifted slowly down around him, framing his still-neat black Daoist Robe and his stern face.

If it weren't for the weeds that were swept away by the turbulence, it would probably be a beautiful scene.

But Ming Yuan suddenly paused and casually flicked his wrist.

Bang!

With a loud bang, a figure flew far away as he flung it.

Iron Shura was thrown heavily to the ground like a rag doll, crashing to the ground.

But the pain of the fall was insignificant to him. The key issue was that the Spirit Vein within his body, on which he depended for survival, was undergoing strange changes.

"You!!?" Iron Shura struggled to get up and run away.

But he was already too weak to move.

All the Spirit Vein within his body began to tremble spontaneously, as if having a seizure, and started to rebel.

All the fine silver metallic threads moved from within his body, emerging from under his skin, like flowing water.

These lines followed the ground, climbed to the edge of Daoist Mingyuan's boots, changed color, clung to them, and merged into them.

The moment these lines disappeared completely, the Iron Shura on the ground gradually fell silent.

Meanwhile, in Tiger Mountain Town, around Hundred Surnames Wine Shop...

The Iron Shura subordinates who were lying in ambush were also surrounded by First Squad people dressed in various styles, who quietly attacked and took them away.

These were merely subordinates of ordinary experts, utterly powerless against the hidden forces within the Great Dao Sect.

In the blink of an eye, most of them were eliminated.

The very few remaining, even those not eliminated, panicked and fled.

At this moment, Zhang Rongfang slowly arrived at Baixin Building, looked up at the somewhat messy windows of the building, and frowned.

He didn't go in immediately.

From the very beginning, he was well aware of the reasons his master Chongxuan, had given him, a whole host of reasons about his decent aptitude.

It's all fake.

He wasn't stupid after all, and he quickly came to his senses.

Especially after verifying the actual situation of many disciples within the sect, he understood even more clearly that Chongxuan had only been deceiving him.

Therefore, he already knew in his heart how his Civilian Skill Cultivation to others in the sect.

And yet, someone with such talent could leave Heavenly Treasure Palace at will. "Martial Uncle Ming Yuan?" Suddenly, he turned around and looked at a figure not far behind him.

The man had a cold expression and wore a black Daoist robe; he was none other than Ming Yuan, who had been following him all along.

Ming Yuan nodded slightly to him, then turned and disappeared into the crowd.

Zhang Rongfang watched him leave without saying a word.

He didn't know what the nod meant, but he was very clear that Ming Yuan was most likely a master sent specifically to protect him.

This is one of the reasons why he dares to go out alone.

He flicked his sleeves and strode toward Hundred Surnames Wine Shop.

The diners inside were few and far between; some were drinking heavily, some were talking in hushed tones, and some were quietly eating simple dishes by themselves.

Some even brought their maids and servants, and laid out a table full of fish and meat.

Without hesitation, Zhang Rongfang asked the waiter and then headed towards the Flying Heaven Room on the third floor.

Puff.

Suddenly, a slender woman who was rushing downstairs seemed to trip and fell towards him.

Zhang Rongfang instinctively dodged, but unexpectedly, the other person reached out and slipped something into his hand.

He looked down and saw a long, narrow object wrapped in gray cloth, about the size of a finger.

Zhang Rongfang was about to throw the things away, a golden light suddenly flashed before his eyes.

Those are the Feather Token of the Golden Wing Tower!

He stopped what he was doing, and when he looked at the other person again, the other person had already disappeared.

Standing on the stairs, he paused, then hid the object in his sleeve.

"Hurry up and move along, or you'll block the way!" came the impatient voices of the other guests behind us.

Zhang Rongfang remained calm and continued to step upwards.

But that thing piqued his curiosity.

He was not afraid of poison; he wore special gloves to protect himself from toxins that came into contact with his skin.

The thing was also wrapped in cloth, obviously to prevent others from discovering it.

The woman also used the Feather Token of the Golden Wing Tower to lower her guard.

With the sound of footsteps, Zhang Rongfang was quickly led to the Flying Heaven Room on the third floor.

I pushed open the door, and the room was empty; there was nothing there.

Zhang Rongfang didn't take it seriously. After going inside, he found a seat and sat down.

The waiter brought some wine and dishes.

He began eating slowly and deliberately.

Close the door.

He then took out the item he had just obtained and placed it on the table.

Tearing open the gray cloth covering the package revealed a black metal key with gold thread patterns.

There was also a line of text on the strip of cloth.

The handwriting is elegant and neat, with almost uniform size.

From now on, trust only yourself. Don't be afraid.

"This handwriting." Zhang Rongfang frowned. Now that he had broken through to the Super Grade, his memory was much better than before.

It was immediately recognizable as being written by the Heavenly Maiden Tong Zhang.

He picked up the key again and examined it closely, only to find that the gold thread on the key seemed to be drawing a tiny map.

On the jet-black key surface, meandering gold lines flow, with a distinct red dot on one side.

Upon seeing this, Zhang Rongfang suddenly recalled a decryption method he had once seen Golden Wing Tower.