When Qin Yanzhi saw Jing Yue being tormented so badly by the Yao poison and his face so pale that it was almost translucent, he inadvertently thought of the other party’s unconscious appearance in the Void Sword Tomb after evoking the 33 Heavenly Delimitation Curse.
At that time, Jing Yue was covered with blood and had no consciousness at all, while Qin Yanzhi had just obtained Taiqing and at the same time, unlocked the memories about the World of Seven Continents.
The moment he held the Taiqing, he had a kind of indescribable completeness, as if all that was lost had been recovered, all that was missing had been found, and as if he had inherited something unknown.
Even with the Daoyi Sword Technique, he suddenly had a new insight.
Too much information impacted his soul, but what ultimately magnified was his concern for Jing Yue and the anger at his own incompetence.
Qin Yanzhi's eyes were cold—he was too weak back then, but now, he won't let Jing Yue suffer this sort of serious injury again.
Taiqing went up against the lightning spewed from Shan Lei’s mouth. That bolt of lightning was as thick as an adult man’s waist. After colliding with the Taiqing Sword, there was a deafening explosion. The Taiqing Sword broke into several pieces and the fragments shot toward Shan Lei.
Shan Lei only thought that he had defeated Taiqing, and the fragments of Taiqing flying in front of him were only due to the impact of inertia, so he didn't pay attention to it. It spread its wings and opened its mouth wide to pounce on Qin Yanzhi, but the moment Taiqing reached it, it suddenly formed a complete longsword, drilling directly through its mouth and piercing right through its body.
Shan Lei was cut into two parts, but without Taiqing’s ability to put itself together again, it perished.
At the same time when Taiqing attacked, Qin Yanzhi had already flown to Jing Yue's side to shield him from the lightning. When Shan Lei died, the surrounding lightning also disappeared in a flash.
Jing Yue breathed a sigh of relief, but the Yao poison in his body was still boiling, and he had to sit down and regulate his breathing to suppress it.
Qin Yanzhi once again fed Jing Yue a pill, but even the pill had no effect this time. The poison frantically hit Jing Yue's meridians and the backward flow of spiritual energy caused Jing Yue to spurt a mouthful of blood.
Qin Yanzhi said anxiously but saw that Jing Yue barely stabilized his body when he activated his spiritual energy again.
He didn't dare to disturb and could only wait aside while Jing Yue experienced endless pain.
At first, Jing Yue wanted to wait for the Omnispirit body to expel the poison on its own, but he was now in the Yao altar. Allowing the poison to lurk in the body was too big a hidden danger, so he decided to take advantage of the time now to force out all the poison.
Fortunately, he had received Wen Chan’s help before and his flesh was flushed with spiritual energy. Now that his body was full of spiritual energy, he was still able to fight against the poison.
The battle between the Yao poison and spiritual energy made Jing Yue feel like he was being lynched all the time, repeatedly, never-ending, like falling into a living hell.
No, it was still too little.
He needed more spiritual energy!
Jing Yue made every effort to squeeze his dantian, focused on expelling the poison, and had forgotten everything around him.
Suddenly, he felt the warmth between his lips, and a pure and aggressive spiritual energy poured inside. Jing Yue opened his mouth subconsciously and tasted the metallic sweetness.
A thick stream of heat gushed into his body from his throat, and Jing Yue kept consuming it. The stream of heat in his body gathered more and more, and the spiritual energy contained in it swam throughout his body like small fish. With the support of this spiritual energy, Jing Yue finally suppressed the Yao poison completely and forced it out of his body little by little.
After another unknown period of time, Jing Yue felt that the poison was gone and slowly opened his eyes.
At this moment, Qin Yanzhi was sitting next to him. Jing Yue, who was already awake, only had to think about it for a moment and he realized what the heat from just now was.
“You…” He looked at Qin Yanzhi's wrist, but unfortunately, it was blocked by his sleeve robe, and he couldn't see anything.
But he knew that what he had just swallowed was the blood essence that Qin Yanzhi had deliberately compressed his spiritual energy. Not to mention the importance of blood essence to the strength of cultivators, but once the cultivator sacrificed the blood essence, it was equivalent to handing over life and death.
Because not only could the person who got the blood use it to kill the owner, but he could also set up evil sorcery to control the owner’s mind and turn a living person into a puppet.
Although Qin Yanzhi was pale, he said nonchalantly, “Let's go, there is still one last altar left.”
But Jing Yue knew that Qin Yanzhi had suffered great losses and felt guilty. “You should recuperate for a while longer. We don't know how dangerous the last altar is.”
Qin Yanzhi thought for a while. “Okay then.”
After speaking, he closed his eyes.
Jing Yue maintained the posture just now and quietly watched Qin Yanzhi for a moment. Seeing his breath gradually stabilize, he stood up and looked around.
Just now, Shan Lei was beheaded without even having a chance to release its natal magic weapon, so the weapon should still be here.
Sure enough, Jing Yue quickly found a mirror nearby and immediately recognized it as the Primal Lightning Mirror. It could create a boundless sea of lightning and a treasure that could even block lightning tribulation. Of course, even a treasured weapon couldn't withstand a heavenly lightning strike, but at least it could share some of the burdens with the Tribulation Passage cultivator.
The reason why Jing Yue recognized it was because the Primal Lightning Mirror was not originally owned by Shan Lei, but refined by a certain mighty being from the snake tribe.
More than 10,000 years ago, the mighty snake being was seriously injured by his previous self and managed to escape back to the Yao world. Now that this treasure was in Shan Lei’s hands, it was most likely that Shan Lei took advantage of its weakness to kill it and grab the treasure, which was a common occurrence for the Yao race. Yao believed in the survival of the fittest, with no moral righteousness to speak of. As long as you are strong, everything you do is correct.
After getting the Primal Lightning Mirror, nothing else was left. Even the previously scorched pit had flattened out.
After a few more days, Qin Yanzhi finally ended his meditation. As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw Jing Yue handing him a mirror. “This is the Primal Lightning Mirror. You can take it and use it to block lightning tribulation. I still have a long way to go before reaching that stage.”
He was afraid Qin Yanzhi wouldn’t accept it if he didn’t add the last sentence.
But Qin Yanzhi didn’t refuse. He put the Primal Lightning Mirror into the Sumeru ring and said half-jokingly, “Your lightning tribulation came earlier than mine.”
Of course, he was referring to the assessment at Nine Heaven Academy many years ago.
Jing Yue thought of all the things that happened that day, and when he met Qin Yanzhi's smiling eyes again, suddenly had an illusion that it was like a world away.
By some miracle, he asked, “What were you doing in Frore City before?”
Only when he asked the question did he realize that he had been thinking about this matter all the time.
Qin Yanzhi was very frank. “I missed you a little, but it’s not appropriate to disturb your seclusion, so I just looked around in the city.”
Jing Yue, “…”
Qin Yanzhi, “I’m done resting. Shall we go then?”
Jing Yue, “… Mm.”
The location of the restriction was just on the hillside where Shan Lei was sleeping just now. Although the restriction was not difficult to break, they must use lightning to break it. But the lightning here had disappeared with Shan Lei, and the Primal Lightning Mirror had not yet been refined and couldn’t be activated for the time being.
So, Jing Yue had to create lightning.
He flipped his hand and a palm lightning struck the restriction, but there was no response.
Jing Yue was not anxious. He folded two palms across the chest, the palms turned in opposite directions before stretching flat. Accompanied by a sizzling sound, a silver net interwoven by lightning gradually appeared.
This was a new trick Jing Yue learned after he was promoted to the Golden Core—Encompassing Net, used to entangle, bind, and paralyze the enemy with a lightning net.
Of course, the encompassing net was much stronger than the palm lightning. The net covered the restriction and exploded violently, and the restriction broke apart.
When the two of them entered the third altar, they saw at a glance that there was a cliff wall towering into the sky in the center, while the ground was covered in red, and the bodies of thousands of monsters were floating in the water.
Did the Yao beasts manage to break in? Jing Yue’s heart jolted. So many beasts would be enough for a half-saint to recover its strength!
But then he realized that the monsters in the blood water were only illusions.
After a false alarm, Jing Yue breathed a sigh of relief and looked at the ten-thousand-foot-high cliff. Although nothing could be seen, he knew that there was an old acquaintance of his at the top of the cliff wall. No, it should be an old acquaintance Yao.
Eagle tribe—Zhan Xian-yaozu.
Yes, of the three half-saints, one happened to have fought with Jing Yuan 10,000 years ago.
Back then, when he went up the World Mountain to slay 100,000 Yao, the one he really wanted to kill was none other than Zhan Xian’s Shixiong. His Shixiong was already the emperor of the tribe back then, equivalent to a Return to Void cultivator, while Zhan Xian was only a Yao King, equivalent to a Heavenly Grotto. In the end, his Shixiong died under the Canglan Sword, but Zhan Xian who came to help out escaped with the corpse, and Jing Yuan didn’t chase after them.
Unexpectedly, after more than 2,000 years, Zhan Xian had become a half-saint. Needless to say, he must have devoured his Shixiong’s Yao core.
The Yao race really lived a rough life.
At this time, a sharp and piercing whistle sounded, and a giant eagle descended from the sky. The wings were huge, spread out like the night descending, and just one flap could set off a raging wind.
The giant golden eagle's vertical pupils were full of biting chills. Obviously, after 8,000 years of decline, it still retained self-awareness. At this time, it stared at Jing Yue, and said, “Human, your breath is very familiar.”
Jing Yue's heart trembled when he saw Zhan Xian suddenly turn to Qin Yanzhi and roared furiously, “Taiqing! I sense Taiqing’s aura! Frostcloud Sect! Jing Yuan! Yi Wang!”
“Human race! Frostcloud Sect! Die!!!”
The originally calm Zhan Xian suddenly went berserk and looked like it had lost all its sanity, which could be seen that its spirit had been severely damaged.
There was too much information in Zhan Xian’s words. Jing Yue and Qin Yanzhi both glanced at each other in surprise, but it was not convenient to say more at this time, because Zhan Xian had stretched out its eagle claws to grab them!
At the same time, the resentment in the bloody water soared, and ten thousand grievous Yao souls roared in unison.
Jing Yue thought in amazement—what the hell? Were these resentful souls the 100,000 Yao he killed in the past? Could his karma be here?
Wait a minute, could it be that Zhan Xian not only swallowed his Shixiong’s inner core but also later refined the souls of 100,000 yao? He really… made the best use of everything.
No wonder Zhan Xian was clearly the last to become a half-saint, but the strength was stronger than Wan Se and Shan Lei.
While spewing sarcasm and avoiding Zhan Xian’s attacks, he judged that the other party still retained the power of a Return to Void, which was one realm higher than Qin Yanzhi, while compared to him… Forget it, he’d better not make a fool out of himself.
Return to Void against a Golden Core… no matter how arrogant Jing Yue was, he didn’t think he had any chance of winning, even though a Return to Void with a damaged soul might be very weak. On the contrary, without his obvious dragging down of his teammate, Qin Yanzhi should have a fighting chance, so he blurted without thinking, “Qiankun Sleeve me!”
Qin Yanzhi, “…”
After that, Jing Yue’s vision went dark and he arrived at a familiar place again, but he came here on his own volition this time.
Qin Yanzhi's technique was really poor indeed, especially when he was fighting at this time, and Jing Yue was dizzy from being swayed around too much.