The Shadow of a Tree, the Name of a Man

Simply by activating the Great Wilderness Creation Scripture, the mark of Zhu Jiuyin imprinted on Zhang Xuezhou's soul will take effect, thus resonating with Zhu Jiuyin.

This mark has no use on Zhang Xuezhou; it needs to be handed over to Ren Anran.

The cycle of travel arrived as scheduled. Zhang Xuezhou ignored the mallard's incessant quacking and instead slowly pushed forward the Great Wilderness Creation Scripture.

He was accelerated to Great Wilderness Creation Scripture by Zhu Jiuyin, but that was in his physical body within the Three Realms.

His body's Yang Soul Transformation Technique was of poor quality, and he had not cultivated the Great Wilderness Creation Scripture.

Fortunately, all it took was a trigger to make Zhu Jiuyin's void coordinate imprint in his soul fall off.

After nearly fifteen minutes of repeated adjustments, Zhang Xuezhou reached into his mouth and pulled out a red scale.

The scales appear to be physical objects, but they are actually formed from the condensation of spiritual power. Once their power is exhausted, they will turn into nothingness.

"Ugh... Ah... Gurgle..."

A faint sound emerged from the scale. Ren Anran reached out and took the scale, her mind racing at its highest level.

"Just use this scale as a communicator. Say a few words, he can't hear you anyway, as long as you get a response!"

"Cough cough!"

After Zhang Xuezhou informed her, Ren Anran gathered her mental strength and coughed. After three to five seconds, the indistinct sound rang out again.

This kind of cross-world communication is destined to be terrible.

Even the Emperor could not transmit his voice back then, and could only rely on the Incantation Technique mark he was branded with to create a reflection, thus achieving mirror-like communication with Ren Anran. It is clear that Zhu Jiuyin could not demonstrate any stronger abilities either.

"Get ready, he should be pulling you into the void!"

There is a mutual positioning between Zhang Xuezhou and the mallard duck. Their movement is constructed by the giant tree, while Ren Anran's positioning is determined by Zhu Jiuyin, and the pulling force also requires Zhu Jiuyin to exert its power.

"Will this fireball creature sever the traction between us and An Ran?"

Zhang Xuezhou and Ren Anran exchanged ideas, trying to synchronize their movements while traveling through the tunnels. Ren Yisheng, on the other hand, seemed somewhat anxious and kept asking Zhang Hao, who had a solemn expression, questions.

"That depends on whether Xuezhou's offer to Zhu Jiuyin is attractive enough, and whether it's worth the effort!"

The situation was still unclear, so Zhang Hao dared not make a judgment.

However, this kind of spatial travel is extremely difficult, and even he wasn't entirely confident about it.

"Hmm? Hongjun?"

Zhang Xuezhou on the altar finally fell silent, Ren Anran's Yang Soul body lying down turned into nothingness and disappeared, while Ren Anran's physical body swayed and seemed to have lost her mind. It was clear that she had focused all her mental energy on her senses, which caused her physical body to lose control.

Time in the void is defined differently from that in reality. It may be just a fleeting moment, over in the blink of an eye, or it may take a long time in reality to pass through a moment in the void.

Zhang Hao kept glancing back and forth between Zhang Xuezhou and Ren Anran, and would even reach out to touch and sense them until he could no longer feel them before putting his hands down.

When Ren Yisheng asked again with great eagerness, Zhang Hao did not answer, but instead flipped through the notebook next to the altar.

The notebook contained Ren Anran's insights into cultivating the Yang Soul Transformation Technique. As if afraid of not understanding, Ren Anran recorded her own experiences in great detail, wishing she could break each word into two.

Zhang Hao flipped through the notebook, turning over hundreds of pages. Later, he discovered writing in a different handwriting.

"You people, if you don't understand, you should ask more questions? Your skills are not proficient, and you don't even try to figure things out. You don't even try to figure things out, and you don't even ask questions. You just act like fools all day long, only knowing how to shut yourself in seclusion and travel around. You could shut yourself in seclusion for a thousand years and travel Three Realms, but you would only increase your age, not your abilities by the slightest!"

"Not bad. Keep up the good work, and hopefully we'll have a chance to meet again someday!"

This document is limited in content, does not involve cultivation practices, and does not appear to be classified information.

But the speaker's signature immediately caught Zhang Hao's attention.

"Who wrote this?" Zhang Hao asked, holding up the notebook.

"This is my brother's handwriting!"

Zhang Manqian, who hadn't had a chance to catch her breath since entering the Sinkhole No. 2, quickly responded.

In terms of familiarity, no one knows Zhang Manqian Zhang Xuezhou than Ren Anran.

With just one glance, Zhang Manqian could tell that the handwriting was from Zhang Xuezhou.

"If it's Xuezhou's handwriting, then he must be pretty sure!"

If the only participant is Zhu Jiuyin, Zhang Hao feels that this is a life-or-death journey, and no one can guarantee whether it will succeed. Zhang Xuezhou's ability to travel through the void cannot completely guarantee the safety of the journey.

But after adding the name Hongjun, Zhang Hao's judgment was on the verge of absolute success.

This is clearly a senior's admonition to a junior, expressing both anger at the junior's lack of ambition and high expectations.

The fact that Hongjun has a favorable opinion of Zhang Xuezhou suggests that he may have received help from Hongjun.

The handwriting is relatively recent, suggesting the exchange likely occurred just over ten days ago.

"I wonder what kind of cultivation Hongjun has undergone, that makes people unconsciously overlook him and even forget his existence!"

Forgetting Hongjun from one's memory is not an unbearable thing, but when Hongjun strikes, it shakes one's soul and makes one forget the attack itself. This is the power that makes one feel unattainable.

No matter what mysterious Divine Ability or extraordinary abilities one possesses, it doesn't count if one doesn't intervene when the other is in a state of panic.

Zhang Hao's encounter with Hongjun was exactly like that; he was almost like a prisoner awaiting execution, only waking up and fighting back when threatened with death.

Even after cultivating for a thousand years, Zhang Hao still lacked the confidence to challenge them. And now, when he cultivates again, he still cannot escape the framework that Hongjun gave him back then, nor does he know how to fight against him.

But Zhang Hao knew very well that with Hongjun's guidance, Zhang Xuezhou and Ren Anran had a 100% chance of successfully traversing the world.

The shadow of a tree, the name of a person—the reputation of the name Hongjun is indeed that high.

He couldn't make a judgment before, and his current judgment is based solely on the name.

"Did you succeed?" Ren Yisheng asked.

"We can't lose!"

When Ren Yisheng asked again, Zhang Hao nodded in response, which relieved Ren Yisheng, who was holding his breath.

"Did you do something important and forget to take me with you? This is very inappropriate!"

As Ren Yisheng wiped the sweat from his forehead, he heard Huang Daoxian's voice. Huang Daoxian, who had been gathering Spiritual Qi on the giant Spirit Stone to condense his golden elixir, had somehow poked his head out.

"This guy actually went off into his own world, wandering into the void. Could he have been tempted by the Void Gold I took out? The void isn't a safe place to live. If Void Gold were so easy to get, I wouldn't only have so little!"

Seeing the unfriendly stares directed at him, Huang Daoxian cautiously circled around Zhang Xuezhou before finally speaking.

"It seems you know a lot about the void. Could you teach us a thing or two?" Zhang Hao said, winking.

"My knowledge is limited. I only know that the void is an isolation zone between two dimensions," Huang Daoxian thought for a moment before saying, "When the void is filled with energy, it creates black holes and white holes. Traveling through these holes allows for rapid access to other worlds. The fire meteor you mentioned came from a black hole. This travel is extremely costly, shrinking a vast cave world to just enough space to stand. Correspondingly, it also causes the white hole, which is opposite to the black hole, to spew out void gold!"

"That's it?" Zhang Hao asked doubtfully.

"Is that all?" Huang Daoxian said with a sigh, "The number of fireballs that fell from Qin Meng's side was not small, and there were at least eight or ten pieces of Void Gold formed in the White Hole. That Zhang fellow got the news from me and then went off to enjoy the spoils alone in the Void. It's a pity that my current strength is too low, otherwise I would also like to go in!"

Huang Daoxian kept muttering to himself.

His information was incomplete, and his guesses were often quite off, yet three-tenths of them were accurate.

Tell me about white holes!

Zhang Hao blinked, then pulled Huang Daoxian, who was half-squatting, to his feet.

While pulling Huang Daoxian, a potentially dangerous individual, away, Zhang Hao genuinely developed an interest in the void.

He had a good relationship with Huang Daoxian, after all, Huang Daoxian was still counting on him to cultivate the Golden Core and take human form.

Having assessed Zhang Xuezhou's situation, Zhang Hao was now able to leave the sacrificial site, which was filled with heretical practices, with peace of mind.