"I see. This is Secret Method combining incantations and spells, using fruit pits to cast spells. It's somewhat similar to the jujube incantation method of the Daoist talisman school. It seems these threads contain other variations?"
He Ping did not repeat his old tricks. The " Endless Cloak " was a rare treasure he obtained from overseas. After being refined by the methods of the Devil Palace, he dyed it black and then used the " Soul-Calling Shadow-Binding Technique" to refine it, making the cloak even more spiritual.
He can attach his shadow to his cloak, and even use the space within the shadow to perform various mystical transformations.
However, this " Soul-Calling Shadow-Binding Technique" is also a forbidden technique of the Immortal Puppet Sect. The nine Shadow Deity awakened from one's own shadow could potentially backfire and cause trouble at any time.
'The other methods are fine, but curses and spells, when faced with my Soul-Calling Shadow-Binding Technique, will inevitably cause trouble. Recently, my fifth and sixth Shadow Deity have been revived. If the Shadow Deity hidden in the shadows encounter the curses and spells, I don't know what kind of illusions will arise...'
He Ping didn't even use the " Endless Cloak." He snorted coldly and repeatedly struck the void with both palms. He didn't know much about martial arts; he just used his puppet prosthetics to turn the wind into stone. His palm strikes swept out in layers, sealing off the surrounding energy.
A piercing whistle rang out, and countless fine threads exploded in the air, suddenly scattering into countless emerald green fire lines, only to crash into an invisible wall of copper and iron, which seemed to be an invisible yet tangible barrier, separating the inside from the outside.
In an instant, these countless threads of fire exploded in the air with a series of soft pops, scattering into clusters of shimmering green flames.
"This person's cultivation is far superior to mine. It's a disaster that such a powerful cultivator has been recruited by the Great You royal family and made a willing lackey, at their beck and call!"
Ming Zitu bitter smile, pointed at the severely damaged Hidden Spirit Pearl in the air, and the pearl shattered with a crisp crack.
He Ping's eyes lit up as a bright, shimmering light flashed and shifted, filling the air with a dazzling, white glow.
This is also a change in the Hidden Spirit Pearl. In case of encountering an overwhelming enemy, the Hidden Spirit Pearl will explode, releasing an extremely bright light that will blind people and make them unable to open their eyes, thus creating an opportunity to escape in the chaos.
Just then, Ming Zitu was about to leave, an invisible pressure descended upon him, causing him to abruptly stop.
At this moment, an unexpected situation occurred. Within a forty-foot radius centered on He Ping, the air, which should have been invisible, seemed to be compressed and condensed by something, becoming faintly visible. The fluctuations of the heaven and earth's energy stagnated, as if time had stopped.
"This!"
His body was as heavy as iron, and he could hardly move even a finger.
"What kind of sorcery is this... No, this is the 'domain' of a master cultivator--"
Ming Zitu's biggest miscalculation was that he didn't realize the enemy he was facing was actually a master at the Dao Entry level. If he had known this information beforehand, he would never have gotten close to He Ping.
The difference between those who have entered the Tao and those who have not cannot be measured by ordinary reasoning.
Therefore, from the very beginning, He Ping never regarded Ming Zitu as his enemy. With just a thought, he could take Ming Zitu's life in the instant of their exchange of blows.
The reason he wasted half a day was simply because he was excited by the sight of the treasure and had some interest in the Daoist method of the Myriad Forms Sect, the < Myriad Phenomena Thousand Illusions Diagram >, which led him to Ming Zitu.
In the blink of an eye, at the same time that the Bright and Hidden Pearl exploded, this "cat and mouse game" also came to an end. As soon as the Dao Realm was opened, the wind and clouds stopped in an instant, and the area became so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.
Suddenly, the fallen leaves, grass, and dust from the soles of boots as people got up and moved all came to a standstill in the extremely condensed area, following the direction in which they had been scattered.
" The Myriad Forms Sect's method of entering the Dao is not bad..."
To avoid Ming Zitu had kept his eyes tightly closed. However, upon hearing these words, he was unable to even open his eyes or lift his eyelids, as if his entire body was enveloped in a layer of pressure as heavy as the deep sea.
"My life is over!"
The thought crossed his mind, and cold fingers pressed against his brow. Instantly, the noise fell silent, and his consciousness plunged into an abyss of darkness.
At the same time, outside his consciousness, there was a cracking sound, and Ming Zitu split open. From his head, neck, spine, and even his arms, lower back, and calves, there were continuous fine and crisp popping sounds.
The sickly-looking man's body collapsed, and a series of sharp, cracking sounds, like popping rice or chestnuts, emanated from between his bones—all in the blink of an eye.
Ming Zitu's bones and internal organs seemed to have been shattered, and his thin, bloody body lay on the ground like a meat pie.
"To die under my Great Cheng Stone-Driving Mind Art is an honor for you!"
He Ping let out a chuckle from his throat, his sinister voice echoing in all directions.
At the same time, he secretly captured the man's soul and quickly absorbed it into the " Endless Cloak." He also snatched the infant wrapped in swaddling clothes.
Although Ming Zitu's death appeared gruesome, he actually suffered no pain whatsoever. He Ping was a ruthless killer, but he had no interest in torturing others, nor in wielding the power of life and death over them.
He Ping prioritized efficiency. He didn't directly destroy Ming Zitu's soul because he had become interested in the Myriad Forms Sect Initiation Method and planned to use the Demon Seed to probe the man's memories. If he was lucky, he should be able to obtain information about the < Myriad Phenomena Thousand Illusions Diagram >...
Of course, he didn't have high hopes for this. After all, most sects that have established orthodox cultivation methods have a set of measures to ensure that their own Cultivation Method are not leaked or disclosed.
For example, if a restriction is placed on the soul of a disciple, the restriction will be activated immediately if someone tries to "probe" it using a soul-searching technique.
Besides this, there are many other ways to restrict the spread of Cultivation Method. For example, the Mud Sect's Fa Xiu the Dao requires the ingestion of "great medicine." Even if one has mastered the method of entering the Dao, without the three Ghost-Person Bodhisattva and the Lotus Seat Master bestowing subsequent great medicines, one cannot expect to achieve anything in the < Lotus Ascension Scroll >.
As for the Immortal Puppet Sect, its method of entering the Dao is a huge pitfall. The < Formless Secret Treasury > is secretly divided into five volumes, and each volume contains the " Five Oaths of the Puppet Sect ". Once the Five Oaths are activated, anyone who tries to cultivate will be caught in the trap.
"Other sects should also have corresponding measures to prevent outsiders from stealing their teachings or their members from secretly leaking them..."
Such thoughts raced through his mind, and he suddenly turned his head, his eyes fixed on a certain spot in the dense forest, his sharp, frost-like gaze sweeping over it.
"A master of your caliber, why stand idly by? As the saying goes, ' True Person not reveal his abilities.' Hiding your head and tail is not the behavior of a master who has entered the Dao!"
The instant He Ping killed Ming Zitu of the Myriad Forms Sect, he felt as if he were being watched by an invisible pair of eyes.
This made him realize that there was a master nearby. At the same time, he also realized that this person had not come because of Ming Zitu of the Myriad Forms Sect, because that person had the opportunity to save him but chose not to.
--Completely silent, utterly still. That was the densest part of the forest, like part of a primitive Savage Wilderness world. The dark forest was terrifyingly deep, pitch black, and utterly silent.
He Ping used the " Green Bat Thought Technique " to search, transmitting his voice as waves, scanning like radar, but found no flaws.
"Could I be mistaken? But this kind of intuition shouldn't be wrong..."
He Ping also had some doubts, but his shrewd eyes once again showed suspicion.
"I'm not mistaken. That person's concealment technique is superb, almost seeping into that forest. I almost misjudged him. This person is definitely a master at the Dao Entry level."
He Ping gave a cold laugh and began to speak.
"I guess you made this special trip because of the Xiao Clan, right? The child I have is the last remaining Xiao Clan. If you continue to play dumb, then I'll have no choice but to hand this child over to someone higher up. That person hates Xiao Si'an so much that he'd love to tear him to pieces, otherwise he wouldn't have ordered us to exterminate him..."
To be honest, he was unaware of the real reasons why Eastern Esoteric School wanted to kill Xiao Si'an and exterminate the Xiao Clan.
However, He Ping also had some suspicions. Xiao Si'an was just an imperial censor, an ordinary civil official, and a high-ranking member of the " Eastern Esoteric School." It was not unimaginable that he would find an opportunity to kill him, and dealing with him would be very simple... But to kill the entire Xiao family as well was rather strange.
'Anyway, it must have violated the taboo of some powerful figure in the Great You Dynasty, making them extremely angry, which is why they issued this order. The Eastern Esoteric School organization is essentially a black glove that does dirty work... To kill Xiao Si'an's entire family, to exterminate them completely, leaving no one alive, besides being a way to vent their anger, might also be a way to make an example of them.'
With these thoughts in mind, he raised the swaddling clothes in his hands, and a powerful spiritual force wrapped around them, as if to crush them to pieces.