"You lowly True Immortal dare to disrespect an Immortal Sage, seeking death!" Zhuan Lun, the Immortal Sage, shot a piercing look from his eyes, his hand stretching forth like a spear from the heavens, intending to eradicate Yang Ji once and for all.
"In the Immortal Realm, you are an unmatched Immortal Sage, high above all, yet in the Lower Realm you are merely a shadow cast by a Clone Technique. Today, I will suppress you!" Yang Ji’s eyebrows twitched, brightness flooded his Inner World, and Primordial Qi merged into the "Sealing Formation." Transparent formation patterns suddenly activated, bursting with mysterious Dao Principles, centered around Yang Ji, forming a special "domain."
As the domain enveloped him, Zhuan Lun’s Dao Principles vanished in an instant, his mighty powers rendered useless like a frozen ocean abruptly stilled amidst its turmoil.
"What?" With his techniques thwarted, Zhuan Lun was taken aback with shock, "You can actually suppress my Dao Principles? How is this possible? What Sealing Technique is this?"
Yang Ji did not respond; instead, he answered with a pair of iron fists.
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Bang!
The unrivaled True Rigidity Iron Fist smacked atop the head of Zhuan Lun, sending him tumbling away like a punching bag.
Yang Ji pressed his advantage, relentlessly pummeling Zhuan Lun.
He sought to resolve this major trouble in the shortest time possible because his reservoir of Primordial Qi was limited, sufficient only to maintain the "Sealing Formation" for two hours.
Every extra moment was a waste, each second a hemorrhage of his heart’s blood.
As such, he showed no mercy with his attacks, summoning all his strength, wishing to thoroughly obliterate Zhuan Lun and to suppress him entirely.
Though Zhuan Lun was an Immortal Sage, at this moment he was but a power housed within a Realm Crossing Talisman. As long as the talisman was destroyed, Zhuan Lun’s struggle would be over.
Yang Ji unleashed a relentless onslaught, pummeling Zhuan Lun into disorientation.
"You..." Zhuan Lun was truly shocked. He was confined by such techniques, passive and struggling. He tried to activate the Profound Immortal Laws within him, not holding back his realm, but it was futile.
The Realm Crossing Talisman vibrated intensely, Zhuan Lun’s expression turned fierce, preparing to summon more power, yet even at the level of Ultimate Immortal, he still couldn’t draw upon his Dao Principles. The talisman, on the verge of reaching its stress limit, was riddled with cracks and seemed poised to shatter.
Zhuan Lun’s eyes deepened with a ruthless determination.
If this continued, he would eventually be annihilated by Yang Ji’s hand.
Rather than be passive, he decided to summon even more power, even if it meant the Realm Crossing Talisman would rupture under the strain of the Golden Immortal force. In that instant, as the talisman burst, he could strike, capturing Yang Ji, dragging him into the Immortal Realm, and wringing from him the secrets of the Sealing Technique.
As for the Six Paths of Reincarnation, they were left by the King of Reincarnation. He deeply understood how formidable the king was. Since the Primal Ancestor forbid him from obtaining it, it meant he could not have it.
His descent to the Lower Realm this time was driven by his unwillingness to concede, eager to discover exactly who the Primal Ancestor had chosen.
He intended to obliterate the Successor, to prove to the Primal Ancestor that he was the one more suited for the Supreme Treasure of the Six Paths of Reincarnation.
Yet, Zhuan Lun was disappointed. He couldn’t kill Wuji Zi; instead, he found himself trapped by a mere True Immortal.
At that very moment, he came to a stark realization; the decision of the Primal Ancestor was never within his influence. Even with his avatar descending, it was ineffectual.
The Six Paths of Reincarnation did not belong to him, nor was the Primal Ancestor’s chosen Successor someone he could touch.
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He quickly changed his focus, locking onto Yang Ji.
Yang Ji’s display of technique astounded him, yes, truly astounded.
Such a Sealing Technique could trap his avatar, and even with more Dao Principles descending, elevating him to the level of Ultimate Immortal, he still could not utilize a sliver of it.
This left him thoroughly shaken. One must know, the difference between a True Immortal and an Ultimate Immortal was like heaven and earth, the disparity as vast as a droplet of water compared to the ocean.
Yet at this moment, a True Immortal employing an obscure Sealing Technique could actually restrain his avatar endowed with Ultimate Immortal strength.
How could this not jolt his very being?
If he acquired such a Sealing Technique and studied it, could he perhaps suppress a Quasi-Imperial Monarch? Or even an Immortal King?
The moment this thought arose, it set him alight with madness, with fervor.
Wuji Zi was cast from his mind; Yang Ji became the new objective of his descent to the Lower Realm.
Yang Ji also noticed the message emerging above his head, his eyebrows subtly lifting. The "Sealing Formation" must have been deemed worth studying by the Rail Wooden Box, and indeed, it had now caught the covetous eyes of Zhuan Lun.
Indeed, a good thing always invokes envy. This was also the reason he did not use the "Destiny Slaying Art" on Zhuan Lun, preferring to utilize the "Sealing Formation" and squander Primordial Qi rather than expose the Law of Dao Destiny.
After all, Zhuan Lun was no Liu Xiaosheng; he was an Immortal Sage, worldly and learned. Although the Destiny Slaying Art could conceal the essence of Dao preventing detection, once recognized, it would spell serious trouble.
At that time, it would be a wonder if he wasn’t completely stripped bare by others.
Now that Zhuan Lun had made up his mind, he was determined to capture Yang Ji at any cost.
Once again, he summoned an even greater force, laws descending in infinite numbers, instantly reaching the level of Golden Immortal.
Yet his face was still one of utter disbelief.
"How is this possible? Even the Golden Immortal Laws are suppressed? What kind of Sealing Technique is this?"
Without time for further thought, the already cracked Realm Crossing Talisman reached its limit and burst into a shower of light, scattering apart.
Zhuan Lun was utterly unable to use his laws to capture Yang Ji, his avatar about to dissipate, leaving him sinking into despair, his expression twisting in the process.
"You may go, but Liu Xiaosheng stays behind."
Yang Ji saw that the broken gateway formed by the dissipation of the Realm Crossing Talisman sought to drag both Zhuan Lun’s power and Liu Xiaosheng into the Immortal Realm along with it.