"Boom..."
However.
The flood dragon and the Yin-Yang Sect experts locked in fierce combat had no idea.
Far away, Taiyi, who had originally intended to leave, concealed his aura and watched from a distance as their battle reached a deadlock.
With audacity that defied the heavens, he silently doubled back.
He bypassed them entirely and slipped into the Red-Flame Flood Dragon's lair.
"Gurgle..."
Before long.
Amid the ruins that had already collapsed.
Taiyi plunged straight into the depths of the lava lake.
Taking advantage of the Forbidden Weapon's lingering effects, he descended more than a dozen li.
Sure enough, at the end of the lava lake, he discovered vast amounts of dragon qi spilling out in an endless stream.
A protruding earth vein vaguely resembled a dragon's head, its great mouth gaping open.
At least thirty-six drops of golden marrow fluid had gathered there, giving off an intoxicating fragrance.
They were crystalline and translucent, each at least the size of a grape.
Like tiny dragons, they swam back and forth.
"There really is dragon marrow..."
Taiyi's pupils contracted, and he exclaimed in delighted surprise, "And it's at least high-grade dragon marrow!"
Barring any surprises, this was the legendary dragon marrow.
These drops of marrow fluid seemed few in number, barely thirty-odd drops, but their value was immeasurable.
They contained fragments of laws that could greatly accelerate cultivation.
In the Dragon Transformation Secret Realm, in particular, one could use them to achieve rapid breakthroughs.
For experts with little lifespan remaining, they were sacred treasures capable of prolonging life.
Without delay, he hurriedly took out a jade bottle and collected all the high-grade dragon marrow.
He decisively deployed the Profound Jade Platform and crossed the void.
He departed without looking back.
"Roar-"
Tens of thousands of li away.
Ferocious beyond measure, locked in battle with the two Yin-Yang Sect cultivators.
The Red-Flame Flood Dragon, who had been relying on his formidable strength to crush and kill them, let out a furious roar.
Without looking back, he abandoned the two Half-Step Great Powers of the Yin-Yang Sect, who were already retreating steadily and barely holding on, and charged toward his lair.
"Boom..." But when he returned and saw his empty lair, with the dragon marrow he had painstakingly guarded now gone, his fury became uncontrollable.
As though driven mad, he unleashed a mighty roar.
The terrifying sound waves shattered mountain ranges spanning dozens upon dozens of li.
At that moment-
The Yin-Yang Divine City.
"Boom..." Within a pure land wreathed in mist.
An utterly terrifying aura swept outward, while chilling killing intent surged ceaselessly like a rising tide.
The horrifying pressure left countless Yin-Yang Sect disciples pale-faced and trembling.
They were filled with fear and unease.
"Please calm your anger, Hierarch..."
"What has happened to provoke such fury, Hierarch?"
The Yin-Yang Sect's Vice Hierarch and a host of Supreme Elders all hurried over at once.
They tried to soothe him while asking what exactly had happened.
An aged figure with snow-white hair and beard emerged from the depths of the pure land, his expression utterly grim. "The Saintess's Soul Tablet has shattered. The mark I left on her has also dissipated!"
"What!?"
"The Saintess met with disaster?"
"Didn't we send guardians to protect her?"
"Have those bastards from the Yaoguang Holy Land gone back on their word?"
At those words-
The Yin-Yang Sect's Vice Hierarch and the other influential figures all underwent a drastic change in expression.
None of them had expected that, after the Yin-Yang Sect's Holy Son had been gravely injured and brought to the brink of death, then saved with great difficulty.
The Yin-Yang Saintess would also come under attack, and actually perish.
It was simply unbelievable.
"Boom..."
Wang Yangzhan, the Yin-Yang Sect's Old Hierarch, wore a grim expression and wasted no words.
He brought forth an ancient mirror wreathed in dazzling radiance, blazing fiercely and radiating a horrifying pressure that made hearts tremble, then tore open the void.
"Is that... our sect's Yin-Yang Mirror?"
"No, it's not the real Yin-Yang Mirror. It's another Saint Mirror!"
"Although it isn't an Inherited Saint Weapon, it's still one of our sect's supreme treasures!"
Some Supreme Elders paled in shock.
They had never expected Wang Yangzhan to deploy such a supreme treasure outright.
Although this was not the legendary Yin-Yang Mirror of the Yin-Yang Sect, but merely a replica, it had been forged tens of thousands of years ago by one of the sect's Ancient Sages using vast quantities of rare treasures.
Though it was not an Inherited Saint Weapon and could not truly endure forever, having already suffered some erosion from the power of time, it still possessed terrifying saintly might.
"Boom..."
Hundreds of thousands of li away.
The void tore open, and Wang Yangzhan's aged figure stepped out, arriving directly at the place where the Yin-Yang Sect's Saintess had met her end.
As he surveyed the devastated site, his face was dark as still water, his eyes revealing chilling killing intent.
"Hierarch-"
"We were incompetent and failed to protect the Saintess!"
The two Half-Step Great Powers of the Yin-Yang Sect soon hurried over.
Upon seeing Wang Yangzhan, their Old Hierarch, they shakily stepped forward to salute, their hearts filled with unease. "Please punish us, Hierarch!"
"What exactly happened? Tell me everything, exactly as it occurred!" Looking at the two bedraggled Half-Step Great Powers, Wang Yangzhan spoke coldly, his expression grim.
The two Half-Step Great Powers dared conceal nothing and soon told him everything they knew.
But they truly did not know who had killed the elders and the Yin-Yang Saintess.
"Is that so?"
Wang Yangzhan's expression shifted uncertainly.
The mysterious ancient mirror gleamed, rising and falling in the air.
It illuminated the surroundings, exuding an intimidating saintly might, then flew out and swept across the battlefield.
Through the Saint Mirror, the Yin-Yang Sect's Old Hierarch soon caught a few threads of evidence. His eyes were deep as an abyss, his face dark as still water. "These are traces of the Holy Light Technique..."
Yet what turned his face livid was this.
Some unseen power had interfered with the heavenly secrets.
He could not divine the target's identity or whereabouts.
His face livid, his gaze terrifying, his hair and beard flying, he bellowed, "Yaoguang Holy Land, you've gone too far!"
"Boom, boom..." In an instant, the land within dozens of li collapsed.
It was reduced entirely to ruins.
Chapter 47: The Yaoguang Holy Son's Attention, Nine Secret: Bing
Several days later.
Taiyi had already traveled hundreds of thousands of li, putting that region far behind him.
Once he confirmed that he was relatively safe, he concealed his identity and released the three young female cultivators he had stored in the Treasure Box, removing their restrictions and allowing them to leave.
However, Taiyi had no intention of immediately leaving the Central Plains and returning to the Eastern Wasteland.
Even though the Yin-Yang Saintess had been killed, and the Yin-Yang Sect would not let the matter rest easily and might well discover that he, the Yaoguang Holy Land's "Candidate Holy Son," had done it.
He still had nothing to fear. Even if they wanted to hunt him down, they would first have to find him.
With the Mystic Treasure Danyangzi had bestowed upon him, he could cut off the heavenly secrets entirely. He had no fear whatsoever of the Yin-Yang Sect inviting extraordinary individuals skilled in the Heavenly Secrets Divination Art to calculate his location.
Following his original plan, he headed toward Qinling in the western Central Plains.
For one of the Nine Secrets, Nine Secret: Bing, was there.
Naturally, he was unwilling to miss it.
Meanwhile, a tremendous storm swept across the Central Plains.
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