Yun Shan's Identity and the Reason for the Transmigration

"Bodhi Ancient Tree...?" Yun Shan's expression changed drastically, and he was suddenly seized by panic. Could this also be Xiao Meng's handiwork?

"I told you, you can't escape." Big Old Two carried Xiao Meng as it rapidly caught up, stopping roughly a hundred meters behind Yun Shan.

Yun Shan clenched his fists, his breathing hurried. He turned to look at Xiao Meng, speechless for a moment. This time, Xiao Meng had calculated everything perfectly, considering nearly every possibility and sealing off all his escape routes.

He should have realized that Xiao Meng had also made arrangements in this direction, but he had been too busy fleeing to think carefully.

"In this decisive battle, I considered not only the possibility of your defeat, but also the possibility of mine. So I didn't just cut off all your paths of retreat—I also left myself a way out. But you apparently never considered that you might fail," Xiao Meng said with a faint smile.

Yun Shan's expression turned ugly. Xiao Meng's words had undoubtedly stabbed straight into the wound in his heart. But with so many powerful trump cards, how could he possibly lose?

As for himself, he possessed countless heaven-defying divine techniques. Although Xiao Meng had transmigrated here several years before him, after taking over Yun Shan's body, he had obtained more than a hundred years of cultivation. With the system's help, he never needed to comprehend cultivation methods; he learned them the moment he saw them. All kinds of rare treasures were within easy reach.

And all he needed to know was how to kill.

As for helpers, he could easily create more than ten Dou Saint-level puppets. With such power, aside from the eight ancient clans, who else in the entire Dou Qi Continent could contend with him? The only