The Only Chance

Familiar formula, familiar flavor.

When Yang Lingrui's vision first blurred, he knew it was the work of an illusion formation.

Although the illusion formation in the treasure ground was formidable, it was still somewhat inferior to the Su Family's "Sky Courtyard" from that day's Dharma Assembly.

"Yang Clan's prayer, Immortal Lord's blessing."

As the scenes around him continuously shifted, Yang Lingrui softly chanted the incantation.

The next moment, the strand of Chen Yang's consciousness preserved in his Sea of Consciousness was activated, spreading abruptly through his mind.

After that, Yang Lingrui released his Divine Sense and was able to discern his direction.

He discovered that he had been teleported to a location near the first spirit insect cluster, but the scene before his eyes was completely different from what his Divine Sense feedback indicated.

What he saw with his eyes was a ground covered in corpses, blazing fire, and scorched earth. Before him stood a giant corpse fiend, constantly roaring.

As if detecting Yang Lingrui's approach, the corpse fiend suddenly turned its head and charged at him with a strange howl.

Whether it was the sound, the visual, or even the stench of decay drilling into his nostrils, everything was indistinguishable from the real world.

If not for his Divine Sense clearly detecting that there was nothing in front of him, Yang Lingrui would have been unable to resist raising his hand to defend himself.

"Roar!!"

Pfft...

The corpse fiend bit down, but Yang Lingrui stood still, unmoving. He watched as the illusion passed through his body and then dissipated.

"Truly frightening. If an ordinary cultivator were to stumble in here, they would likely end up exhausted to death."

Yang Lingrui remarked, then headed toward the location of the third spirit insect cluster.

The Feng Family didn't yet know that Essence had appeared there. He planned to use the illusion formation as a barrier to go there first and collect it.

That way, no matter what the Feng Family did afterward, he could leave first and wait for the exit to open, departing the treasure ground at the earliest opportunity.

Protected by Chen Yang's consciousness, Yang Lingrui's perception of time did not become disordered.

He silently estimated the time. After about half a day, he arrived at the pond where the third spirit insect cluster was located.

The scene before his eyes at that moment was a rolling sea of molten lava.

Ignoring the scorching heat rushing toward him, Yang Lingrui stepped directly into it.

Once the illusion formation dissipated, he employed a technique, manipulating a clear breeze to extract the Mayfly Essence from within that adult insect.

"So this is the Essence?"

Yang Lingrui looked at the palm of his hand, where a wisp of crystalline energy, like a strand of hair, lay. He then took out a stone box, placed it inside, and carefully stored it away.

The purpose of this trip had been achieved. He could return now.

Yang Lingrui had no greed whatsoever for the so-called inheritance of this treasure ground.

With figures like Feng Lingyue and Wang Weiming present, he had no thought of competing with them for anything.

However, just as he was about to withdraw, he suddenly detected a powerful aura entering the range of his Divine Sense perception.

It was Wang Weiming of Lone Moon Mountain!

Recognizing the owner of this aura, Yang Lingrui's heart tightened. Then, as his mind raced, a plan formed.

"Wretched beast, accept your death!"

Bang! Bang! Bang!

"Stop your rampage! Surrender and die!"

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!-

Yang Lingrui immediately redirected his spiritual power, cast a technique, and began fiercely striking a large boulder in front of him.

As he struck, he shouted loudly.

Wang Weiming was drawn by the noise and saw Yang Lingrui "going mad" at the boulder.

At this moment, Wang Weiming was surrounded by drifting moonbeam ribbons, his gaze clear-clearly unaffected by the illusion formation.

His eyes swept over, pausing on Yang Lingrui for only a brief moment before looking elsewhere.

Since entering the treasure ground, Wang Weiming had only targeted cultivators at the sixth level of Qi Gathering.

In his eyes, a waste like Yang Lingrui, who couldn't even break an illusion formation, was no different from an ant and posed no threat to him.

Yang Lingrui threw himself into the act, even using several Talismans to make it more convincing.

Using the light of his techniques as cover, he secretly observed Wang Weiming a few times.

He noticed Wang Weiming looking around, as if searching for something.

A few breaths later, Wang Weiming's eyes suddenly lit up. He locked onto a spot and walked toward it.

To avoid revealing any flaws, Yang Lingrui didn't dare observe too closely.

He only vaguely saw Wang Weiming perform some technique there. Then, the ground beneath his feet trembled, and a stone door rose from the forest in the distance.

Seeing the rising stone door, Wang Weiming's face immediately lit up with great joy.

He hurried to the door, took a glowing, milky-white insect embryo from his pouch, and placed it into a gap in the stone door.

The insect embryo gradually dissolved, and the stone door slowly opened, revealing a teleportation formation that emerged like a mirror surface.

Yang Lingrui had planned to flee this place of trouble once Wang Weiming entered the formation.

But no one could have expected that the moment the teleportation formation took shape, it would generate an incredibly powerful suction force.

Wang Weiming, standing before the door, was instantly pulled in.

Yang Lingrui, not far away, was not spared either. After struggling to resist for a few breaths, he too could not withstand the immense force and was dragged into the teleportation formation.

His body floated up, and a feeling of weightlessness came over him.

Yang Lingrui passed through a bizarre, dazzling tunnel. Amidst the rapidly flashing scenes, he saw the moment of his birth and his childhood growth.

Then came his current grown-up appearance. But afterward, several fragments he had never seen before flashed before his eyes.

A yellow earth road exuding an ancient aura.

A bolt of purple thunder descending from the sky.

A woman in green robes.

And finally, a sword thrust into his own chest.

"Ha... ha..."

The scene stopped abruptly there. Yang Lingrui woke with a start.

He turned over and quickly felt his chest. Only after confirming it was unharmed did he breathe a sigh of relief.

It would be too galling to lose his life so inexplicably.

Yang Lingrui looked forward and saw a high platform not far away.

On the platform was a jade box, and inside the jade box lay an ancient stone tablet wreathed in curling smoke.

"Ugh... don't... don't come near me!"

"Die! All of you, die!"

At the same time, Wang Weiming, lying not far away, shouted.

Hearing his voice, Yang Lingrui's heart sank. But when he turned to look, he saw Wang Weiming sweating profusely, his brows tightly furrowed, his expression somewhat pained.

This indicated that he was experiencing the same dream state Yang Lingrui had just gone through. Judging by the struggle on his face and his half-open eyes, he might wake up at any moment.

Thump! Thump!

At that moment, Yang Lingrui's heart began to pound violently.

Almost without hesitation, in the next instant, Yang Lingrui abruptly channeled the spiritual power within his body to its limit, condensing his strongest strike!

Along with the only three Mountain-Splitting Talismans he had left, he threw them all at the still-unconscious Wang Weiming.

Yang Lingrui never harbored any wishful thinking.

He knew clearly that if Wang Weiming woke up, given this man's way of doing things-whether from the perspective of competing for a Fated Chance or keeping secrets-he himself would have absolutely no chance of survival!

If that was the case, then he had to strike first!

This was Yang Lingrui's only chance, and fortunately, he had seized it decisively!

Pfft! Crack!

Ka-

His body severely injured, Wang Weiming instantly woke from the dream.

"Cough-ha-"

Spitting out a mouthful of blood, he turned over in shock and rage, and saw Yang Lingrui.

"An insignificant ant! How dare you harm me!"

Wang Weiming raised his hand and summoned several moonbeam ribbons, sending them to kill Yang Lingrui.

"Pfft-"

But the next moment, he felt a surge in his abdomen and spat out another mouthful of blood.

As the Spirit-Commanding Method dissipated, his body staggered, and he nearly fell.

"How is this possible! You!"

He only then realized that his injuries were already severe, to the point where he couldn't even mobilize his spiritual power.

Whoosh!-

Five wind blades streaked through the air. After a flash of bloodlight, Wang Weiming's limbs were severed. With an expression of disbelief, he fell backward.

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