Foundation

The moment the Spirit-Commanding Method was activated, the auras of both combatants surged several times over, already far surpassing those of ordinary Qi Gathering seventh-layer cultivators.

"So formidable! To think such a technique exists!"

Yang Lingrui was witnessing a spirit-wielding art for the first time, and he could not help but exclaim in astonishment.

Hearing his words, Feng Linghua leaned closer and explained in a low voice, "Young Master Lin might not be aware, but this is a method that can only be executed by cultivators who have trained in Spirit Communion grade techniques. It is called the Spirit-Commanding Method."

"By utilizing the unique guiding path inherent in Spirit Communion techniques, one can draw upon the spiritual resonance of heaven and earth, merging it into oneself. Because the underlying cultivation methods differ, the final form and effect of this spiritual resonance vary as well."

"My sister's talent is unmatched in this generation of the Feng Family. She comprehended the spirit-wielding inheritance of the Book Dao, which is why she possesses such formidable combat power today."

"I see. Thank you, Miss Hua, for clearing my doubts. Today, I have truly broadened my horizons," Yang Lingrui replied gratefully.

It was only today that he realized the outstanding disciples of great clans and sects possessed such terrifying methods.

No wonder it was always said that these elites could easily kill enemies across cultivation layers; this was the answer.

If he were to face such a cultivator, the various methods at his disposal would truly be insufficient. At best, they would serve as temporary measures to barely contend for a brief moment.

Whoosh-

Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!

While the two were speaking, the pair in the distance had already begun a new round of combat.

Wang Weiming pinched a hand seal, sharply hurling a ribbon of moonburst light.

This seemingly soft, weightless ribbon was actually extraordinarily sharp. Everything in its path was cleanly severed in an instant.

"Bind! Fix! Collapse!"

Feng Lingyue's lips moved slightly as she uttered three word-spirits, causing three incantation symbols to manifest around her.

The rushing moonburst ribbon suddenly stalled in front of her, then tightened, trembled, and abruptly dissolved into specks of scattered spiritual resonance.

"Break!"

She immediately pointed back with her finger. An incantation symbol flew out rapidly, turning into a thin line in the eyes of the onlookers as it shot straight toward Wang Weiming's face.

"Well met!"

Wang Weiming placed his palm before his chest. Several ribbons rose against the wind, forming a silver-white light barrier in front of him.

The "Break" word-spirit struck the center of the barrier squarely. Like a stone thrown into a lake, it caused a ripple and then vanished without a trace.

This simple exchange of moves already left Yang Lingrui, who was standing further back, deeply shaken.

Whether it was Wang Weiming's moonburst ribbons or Feng Lingyue's word-spirit incantations, each casual execution possessed the power of a substandard Mountain-Splitting Talisman!

And this was while neither of them had even drawn a Spiritual Treasure!

"This is the foundation of a great clan and a sect!" Yang Lingrui sighed inwardly.

The methods he regarded as ultimate trump cards were merely casual strikes in their hands.

Compared to these great powers that had accumulated heritage for centuries, the Yang Family was still far too insignificant.

It was only with the assistance of the Immortal Venerable that they could barely step onto the stage today.

Yet this was merely touching the starting point of entering this chaotic, grand tide.

"One must remain diligent; one must still strive."

Yang Lingrui silently recited the words in his heart.

These were the instructions the two ancestors had given to the three of them on the day they entered the Dao.

Now, after experiencing so much and looking back, those simple sentences carried a deep taste of bitterness and helplessness.

Back in the clearing, Feng Lingyue took the initiative to advance, forcing Wang Weiming back a hundred zhang away from everyone to avoid affecting her sister and the others.

Both were at the Qi Gathering sixth-layer realm, both trained in Spirit Communion grade techniques, and their mastery of arts was comparable.

Thus, without revealing their true trump cards, neither could gain the upper hand.

Just as the two were locked in a fierce stalemate, the Spiritual Qi of the entire treasure land suddenly shifted.

"This is..."

"The omen of the spirit insects' emergence!"

"The larvae are about to transform into adults!"

Many cultivators within the treasure land realized what was happening.

After ten days of incubation, they had finally awaited the day of the spirit insects' emergence!

On the Feng Family's side, a total of five spirit insect colonies began to emerge simultaneously at this exact moment.

Yang Lingrui could not afford to waste time. He quickly sat cross-legged on the spot, calming his mind to perceive the area, terrified of missing any feedback from the clear wind.

Seeing this, Feng Linghua drew a white-tipped brush. Condensing her spiritual power, she sketched a golden bell in the air, shielding Yang Lingrui within to prevent any external interference.

The Feng Family had prepared here for many days just to harvest the Mayfly Essence on this day.

Yet, right at this critical juncture, Wang Weiming had come to cause trouble.

If their fight disrupted the larvae's emergence and resulted in a failure to obtain the Mayfly Essence, all their efforts would be for naught.

Realizing this, Feng Lingyue's anger flared. She immediately offered up a wordless book, unleashing a killing move.

An incantation symbol burning with gray flames rose steadily into the air.

Sensing the thick killing intent approaching, Wang Weiming's expression turned serious. With a flip of his palm, he summoned a snow-white jade ruler to meet the attack.

As the jade ruler lifted lightly, a full moon emerged in response.

"Annihilate!"

"Bright Moon Shines High!"

Two techniques flew out at the same time.

Boom!

The power of annihilation collided with the bright moon, producing a thunderous roar.

The destructive force of this strike would have made even a Qi Gathering eighth-layer cultivator flee at the sight of it.

Fortunately, thanks to Feng Linghua's golden bell barrier, Yang Lingrui was not overly disturbed by the shockwaves of their battle.

"Nothing..."

"Nothing..."

"Nothing here either..."

As streams of clear wind brought back feedback, fine beads of sweat formed on Yang Lingrui's forehead from the strain of ensuring no omissions.

"There it is!"

He suddenly opened his eyes, looking toward the third spirit insect colony.

There, within a single Mayfly Spirit Insect, a wisp of Mayfly Essence had been born!

With Wang Weiming currently suppressed by Feng Lingyue, this was the perfect opportunity to seize it.

Thinking this, Yang Lingrui prepared to head over to harvest the Mayfly Essence.

But the moment he stood up, the scene before his eyes suddenly became blurry.

Not just him, but Feng Linghua, the three Feng Family guards, and even Feng Lingyue and Wang Weiming fighting in the distance all noticed the anomaly.

Due to the spirit insects' emergence, the spiritual mechanisms within the treasure land had shifted, triggering many previously hidden illusion formations to activate.

And as ill luck would have it, the area where the Feng Family stood was right inside a large-scale illusion formation.

"Linghua!"

Feng Lingyue forced Wang Weiming back with a heavy blow. When she turned to look for her sister, the surrounding scenery had already changed drastically.

"Damn it!"

She cursed under her breath. Turning back around, she found that Wang Weiming had also vanished.

Large-scale illusion formations often contained nested teleportation formations. Cultivators entering them would first lose their bearings, then gradually lose their perception of time under the influence of the illusion.

The clan had prepared a Spiritual Treasure for Feng Linghua to handle illusion formations, but she was only at the Qi Gathering fourth-layer realm and had not yet cultivated spiritual resonance. If she fell into a dangerous trap, she could still end up in grave peril.

Feng Lingyue felt a surge of anxiety, but she had no better options at the moment. She could only focus on breaking out of the illusion formation as quickly as possible before searching for her sister.

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