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Chapter 1363: Chapter 734: Great Saint’s Hair_2
Zhao Yanguo rose with the wind, arriving at the center of the ’Tai Chi’ in an instant. With one hand representing yin and the other yang, he embraced his chest simultaneously, then closed his eyes, sinking his whole being.
In the next second, the ’Tai Chi’ formation fell to the earth below, engraving a massive yin-yang Tai Chi circle on the surface.
As Zhao Yanguo closed off his life-or-death gate, the world of these layered mountains underwent subtle changes, countless law fluctuations undulated in the void, continuously converging toward the Tai Chi yin-yang circle.
The change in the fifth layer left Zhao Sheng feeling conflicted, but he couldn’t just leave it unchecked; he had to move the others in the same layer away.
"Opportunistic means won’t forge a climate! However, this determination to find rebirth in a place of death is indeed admirable."
"Well, after all, he is a descendant of mine, I might as well send a few opportunities his way and see his fortune."
With these thoughts, Zhao Sheng flicked a spirit light, which flashed and vanished into the light screen before him.
Meanwhile, above Zhao Yanguo’s head, a black-and-white light ball suddenly appeared. The light ball flew meteor-like into his brow, instantly imprinting a yin-yang Tai Chi pattern on his brow, and his aura began to transform bit by bit...
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High tower, seventh layer,
"Impossible, this is impossible! I clearly repaired the ’leaks’ in the heavens and earth. Why can’t I get out? Is what I’ve done not perfect enough? Hmph, I don’t believe it..."
This is a boundless sea, where giant waves tower above the surface, thunder roaring in the sky, electric snakes and thunder jiaos wildly dancing.
Standing on a peak of a wave, Zhao Changhu looked up to the sky, shouting angrily and incredulously, his face full of disbelief.
At that moment, on a calm part of the sea hundreds of miles away, Zhao San Yue stood barefoot on the sea surface, expressionlessly watching Zhao Changhu’s frantic "performance," and suddenly spat out two cold words: "Idiot."
Finishing, Zhao San Yue slowly rose, flying towards the vast thunder cloud, disappearing into its depths in a blink of an eye.
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Time passed day by day.
In the blink of an eye, the fifth day arrived, and the first elimination appeared!
Zhao Qiongjin was meditating just a moment ago; the next moment, he was thrown out of the tower.
After the world spun around, he opened his eyes dizzily, immediately seeing a stern, elderly face.
Zhao Qiongjin was startled into alertness, quickly stood up, and anxiously greeted the ancestor, "Qiongjin, paying respects to Ancestor Ji!"
"Hmph, useless thing! Get out of my sight, lest you sully the eyes of an old man."
By blood relations, Zhao Qiongjin barely qualified as a descendant within the third generation of Zhao Xuanji.
Zhao Xuanji had always valued him, yet he was the first to be eliminated, utterly losing face.
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"...I understand now, thunder is born of the clash between heaven and earth, inherently possessing both destructive and life-giving sides. I was on the wrong path before, focusing too much on its destructive side, forgetting that destruction begets creation, and all things are ultimately caught in a ’cycle’."
A look of joy appeared on Zhao Xiandu’s face as a small tree rapidly grew in his hand, quickly sprouting more branches and leaves, then visibly blossoming and fruiting, only for the branches and leaves to wither...
During this time, a thunder cloud about a meter large appeared behind him, continuously shooting out lightning that seemed greenish and reddish.
As the fruits from the tree fell to the ground, the grass at the spot began to fade and disappear, spreading around, as a layer of crystal-clear jade-like white ground appeared gradually.
Next, the disappearing area of the grassland rapidly expanded, growing faster and faster, the surroundings quickly returning to their original form.
The conjured world soon faded completely into oblivion...
Until the Spirit Tree in his hands disappeared with the wind, Zhao Xiandu realized he had left the Illusion Realm, returning to the sixth layer of the tower.
He looked around, seeing a portal appear on the wall not far away, with a stone staircase leading upwards into the unknown heights.
Zhao Xiandu took a deep breath and stepped into the portal, his figure soon vanishing at the end of the stone stairs...
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A month,
Two months,
After three months, already more than seventy Zhao’s Nascent Soul cultivators have been eliminated.
Currently, only thirty-seven remain within the tower.
Among these people, the one with the highest cultivation has reached the limit of Nascent Soul Perfection, like the three elders, while the one with the lowest cultivation barely reached Nascent Soul Second Layer, like Zhao Fuque.
However, the only one who has been able to reach Zhao Sheng is Zhao San Yue!
In terms of cultivation, this woman’s level isn’t the highest. In terms of perception, she isn’t outstanding either, but when it comes to comparing will and the firmness of the Taoist heart, she is truly a sight rare in a millennium.
"March, pay respect to Ancestor!"
Zhao San Yue bowed gracefully, yet was lifted by a great force out of thin air, unable to complete her bow.
"No need for formalities!" Zhao Sheng looked at Zhao San Yue a few steps away with an appreciative gaze and said: "You are quite remarkable! In all honesty, if I were your age, I wouldn’t be able to achieve clarity of heart and steadfastness in one’s own path as you have. That you could reach the Ninth Layer so quickly is indeed beyond my expectations."
"Ancestor, such praise is exaggerated! March is simply attached to her heart." Zhao San Yue’s expression was calm, yet her gaze inadvertently swept around, seemingly searching for something.
Zhao Sheng immediately noticed her unusual behavior, feeling a joy within, and laughed: "What, can you sense it?"
"Ancestor, what do you mean by ’it’?" Zhao San Yue felt a stir inside and immediately asked.
"Haha! Although I have never seen ’it’, I have seen its record in the notes left by the Qiong Tian Ancestor. It is a golden hair, of extraordinary origin, beyond words."
At the end, Zhao Sheng suddenly showed a hint of expectation, and asked: "March, this matter involves an unparalleled opportunity that comes once in ten lifetimes, not to be missed! Or else you will regret it for life."
Upon hearing this, a flicker of heat appeared in Zhao San Yue’s eyes, and she suddenly sat cross-legged in front of Zhao Sheng, closing her eyes to fully sense the "whereabouts" of the Great Saint’s hair.
Zhao Sheng held his breath and gathered his aura completely, afraid to disturb her.
As time passed, Zhao San Yue’s complexion turned pale, her forehead covered with cold sweat, her expression shifting from calm to nervous, and finally to restless.
The Divine Thought fluctuations pervading the entire space gradually became extremely agitated, seemingly unable to find the "landing place."
In the midst of everything, Zhao San Yue sensed a strand of golden light drifting and wandering in the darkness, appearing and disappearing.
Despite her utmost attempts to capture it, she failed repeatedly, unable to grasp this strand of golden light.
At this moment, Zhao Sheng realized something was amiss, and suddenly remembered something, smacked his forehead, showing an annoyed expression.
The next second, a brilliant Divine Light emanated from his brow, sweeping out in all directions, enveloping the entire Nine Nether Tower.
The Divine Light shot to the sky, and the Nine Nether Tower suddenly transformed into a stream of flowing light, instantly breaking through the barriers of space-time and falling into the depths of the dark and chaotic sky.
In an instant, Zhao San Yue "saw" the strand of golden light in the darkness suddenly halt.
Seeing this scene, she endured the turbulence within her heart and, with lightning-like Divine Thought, captured the strand of golden light.
In the blink of an eye, she vanished without a trace, leaving Zhao Sheng shocked, then overjoyed.
The Divine Thought fluctuations pervading the entire space gradually became extremely agitated, seemingly unable to find the "landing place."
In the midst of everything, Zhao San Yue sensed a strand of golden light drifting and wandering in the darkness, appearing and disappearing.
Despite her utmost attempts to capture it, she failed repeatedly, unable to grasp this strand of golden light.
At this moment, Zhao Sheng realized something was amiss, and suddenly remembered something, smacked his forehead, showing an annoyed expression.
The next second, a brilliant Divine Light emanated from his brow, sweeping out in all directions, enveloping the entire Nine Nether Tower.
The Divine Light shot to the sky, and the Nine Nether Tower suddenly transformed into a stream of flowing light, instantly breaking through the barriers of space-time and falling into the depths of the dark and chaotic sky.
In an instant, Zhao San Yue "saw" the strand of golden light in the darkness suddenly halt.
Seeing this scene, she endured the turbulence within her heart and, with lightning-like Divine Thought, captured the strand of golden light.
In the blink of an eye, she vanished without a trace, leaving Zhao Sheng shocked, then overjoyed.