Chapter 1211: Chapter 345: Returning to the Origin and Merging with the Truth, Sword Executes the True Body (Part 2)

Feng Haiyang continually utilized mana to manifest his form, repeatedly thwarted by Zhang Yan. After several dozen attempts, he gradually felt his mana waning. However, as he looked around, he noticed Zhang Yan was still full of vigor, showing no sign of exhaustion, realizing in his heart that he must possess some ability to replenish his mana.

However, his expression remained calm, unperturbed. For him, even if he had only a trace of mana left, as long as he seized an opportunity, he could turn defeat into victory.

After a moment, a sharp light suddenly shot from his eyes, and he formed a spell with his hand, then transformed and charged forward again.

Seeing him reappear from the Tribulation Water, Zhang Yan immediately sensed it and launched a punch. But at that moment, a pale white light came flying from the void, instantly arriving before his face. He didn’t dodge but instead spat out a purple thunder light as thick as an arm, striking the "Dawn Yin Axe" straight on. With a booming sound, the Dharma Treasure was shattered to pieces. However, at this moment, a shadow suddenly flew out from inside, rushing in with incredible speed, entering through his mouth and nose.

Feng Haiyang witnessed this scene, his eyes flashing brightly. The black shadow was a wisp of the elder’s Divine Soul attached to the Yin Axe. All he had done earlier was to buy time to help that elder unseal the axe.

The Power Technique, though granting a strong physical body, is not without its flaws. As long as one remains in human form, there are seven apertures, which serve as entrances and exits. With the right technique, one can use this path to harm an enemy’s Divine Soul.

For instance, his "Scattering Soul Triple Annihilation Qi" is such a Divine Skill. With just a glance, a cultivator could easily fall into a daze.

The Divine Souls of Xuanmen practitioners often do not match those of Demon Sect Practitioners. After the elder’s Divine Soul entered Zhang Yan’s body, a battle between the two souls was inevitable. If victorious, that would be best; if not, it did not matter. As long as they held each other at a standstill for a moment, he would have a chance to exploit.

Feng Haiyang thought this plan had a high probability of success. Zhang Yan had already been struck twice by the Yin Axe without any harm, so he would not take this treasure seriously. Even if he were wary, he would never expect a Nether Spring Sect elder to be hiding inside.

Sure enough, as soon as the shadow entered his body, Zhang Yan’s body suddenly convulsed, seeming to freeze in place.

Feng Haiyang’s eyes lit up. He would not miss such an opportunity. With a sneer, he lifted the last wave of Tribulation Water, forming a great wave a hundred feet high, rushing towards his formidable enemy’s body. Then, with a leap forward, he summoned the remnants of mana within, raised his sleeve, and released a massive, swirling, dark wind.

Yet, at this moment, Zhang Yan suddenly opened his eyes, his pupils glinting with profound dark light, seemingly unaffected. With a burst of laughter, his form reverted, sending forth a sword light, evading the oncoming Nine Nether Great Compassionate Wind. Ascending into the clouds, he suddenly turned, like a rapid rainbow, charging down from the sky.

Feng Haiyang’s expression drastically changed, watching the magnificent sword light in midair in shock. At this point, he had exhausted all his tricks and had no chance of turning the situation around.

But even at this stage, he refused to resign to fate. Closing his eyes, a booming sound resounded. Suddenly, he transformed into a wisp of ethereal smoke, soaring away at unprecedented speed.

"Returning to the Origin and Merging with the Truth?"

Zhang Yan immediately recognized it. Feng Haiyang was using a ritual to summon his Nascent Soul.

Although a Nascent Soul Third Realm Cultivator can send out their Dharma Body to fight, the physical body itself has no defense capability. Thus, in dire situations, one can activate their Essence to call back their Dharma Body.

Once this technique is employed, the user transforms into light smoke, returning to their shell swiftly.

Feng Haiyang intended to escape!

Zhang Yan’s gaze sharpened, immediately employing the Little All Heaven Moving Technique to pursue. Yet, even though several spells were continuously cast, that wisp of smoke ahead became increasingly swift, on the verge of escaping his sight.

He remained exceptionally calm. If he were Feng Haiyang, he would calculate the timing, activating the token talisman just in advance, so once the Dharma Body entered, they could escape using the Star Stone.

Should it come to that, it mattered not. With a semi-crippled body, Feng Haiyang could not hope to deploy any more Divine Passage Skills. The Nether Spring Sect Protective Elders had all been slain by him, and he could command Dragon Carp Siren to try to eliminate him using his Heart and Spirit.

However, as Feng Haiyang had already seen his many Cultivation Techniques, it would be best to slay him here. But despite the capabilities of the Little All Heaven Moving Technique, catching up with him immediately seemed unlikely.

Zhang Yan’s mind shifted, thinking, "I initially thought I wouldn’t have to use this, but now it seems I have no choice."

Muttering a spell, with a flick of his finger, a Clear Light flew out, transforming into a square, ten-foot-high jet-black Flying Pavilion, utilizing a spell to summon the "Demon Storage."

With a sweep of his sleeve, he entered the pavilion, drifting up to the third floor, pressing a control point, filling it with mana. With a booming sound, the Flying Pavilion suddenly relocated, appearing over twenty miles away.

When he was in the Xuan Guang Realm, the Demon Storage could move six or seven miles in one go. Now, driven by his Nascent Soul Cultivation, it was extraordinary. After activating it several times, he caught up with Feng Haiyang’s Dharma Body, preparing to strike when suddenly sensing something, he looked up to see a man in a yellow robe with wide sleeves standing atop a mountain over a hundred miles to the west, a token talisman floating beside him.

Zhang Yan’s eyes suddenly became sharper, directing the mana, causing the Demon Storage to shiver before it ascended directly above. With a loud shout, he leaped, merging body and sword into one, transforming into a streak of bright sword light slicing through the void.

Feng Haiyang’s expression changed drastically, then he coldly declared, "Within a thousand years, there are three great tribulations. Can fellow Daoist Zhang avoid them?"

Before he finished speaking, that sword light came near, his head already flying into the air. Zhang Yan caught it, held it before him, and laughed, "The great tribulations in your eyes are the Great Dao in mine. Why must I evade them?"

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