Cultivating with Bragging System-Chapter 660 - 307: The Killer! Wang Xiu!_1
The Zhulong. When its eyes open, it is day; when they close, it is night. It can control time itself!
The Law of Time is undoubtedly one of the most profound laws in the world. Across the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, few beings possess such a divine ability. As it happens, the Zhulong is one of them.
Having fused with the Origin of Zhulong, Wang Xiu also gained some power to manipulate time. Previously, in the Cangyuan Realm, he had used this power to alter the flow of time and shorten his breakthroughs. However, this was the first time he had ever demonstrated the ability to stop time in front of others. It had to be said that while stopping time might seem similar to altering its flow, the two were, in fact, worlds apart.
The Mana in Wang Xiu’s body was draining at an astonishing rate. Even with his almost monstrous reserves, he could not sustain it for more than a few breaths. Nevertheless, that was more than enough!
* * *
Yi Tu’s protective Magical Treasure was still active, but it was frozen in a state of suspension.
With a flicker of light in his eyes, Wang Xiu activated the Supreme Sensing Chapter, clearly perceiving every detail of the energy circulating within the barrier. He raised his sword.
The Asura Heaven Punishment Sword transformed into a dazzling beam of light that tore through the barrier formed by the Ancient Bell, obliterating every rune upon it before plunging straight into Yi Tu’s throat.
And in that exact moment, the suspension of time ended.
Before Yi Tu could even react, a nearly feral Sword Intent and killing aura swept through his body. His skin split open, and sharp glints of light seeped from the fissures on his skin, causing his entire body to erupt into a ball of light.
How can this be...
In his rapidly fading consciousness, he was filled with utter confusion. He had no idea how Wang Xiu had breached his defenses. It was as if he had lost his memory. One moment, his enemy was far away; the next, the sword was already buried in his flesh.
Strange! This is too strange!
"The Yi Clan... will not let you go... You will die a miserable death..." he bellowed as his body completely disintegrated.
A stream of light shot out from his shattered form at a stunning speed, tearing through space as it fled into the distance. That was Yi Tu burning his last ounce of strength to send a message, to convey everything he had just seen and heard to the Yi Clan so they could prepare.
Wang Xiu calmly watched this scene unfold. Suddenly, he raised his hand and made a clenching motion.
The void for a thousand miles around them twisted in an eerie fashion. The fleeing glimmer of light reappeared right in Wang Xiu’s hand, where it solidified into a dull gray rune.
SNAP!
He crushed the rune to pieces right in front of Yi Tu’s Divine Soul.
Then he spoke coolly, "Since you knew I obtained the Origin of Zhulong, did you not also know... that the Zhulong is the sovereign who controls the void?"
Yi Tu’s Divine Soul, enveloped in sword qi, could only glare with eyes full of bitterness and despair. "Don’t be smug! My clan’s legacy has lasted for eons. It’s not something a mere cultivator from the Lower Realm like you can hope to shake..."
Wang Xiu did not waste time listening to his nonsense. He simply crushed the Divine Soul in his hand.
"Don’t worry," he said. "I’ll deliver the rest of your message for you."
* * *
BOOM!
The vast Yi Clan outpost suddenly collapsed. All its buildings crumbled into a chaotic and terrifying ruin. Passing creatures all turned to look in the direction of the Yi Clan’s residence, their expressions a mixture of astonishment and confusion.
How could such a massive estate just collapse out of the blue?
"That’s the Yi Clan’s outpost! How could this happen?"
"Where is everyone inside? There’s not a single sound!"
"My gods! They’re all dead! Every last one of them is dead!"
"There are bodies everywhere! The Yi Clan outpost has been slaughtered!"
Finally, a few courageous souls ventured into the ruins to get a closer look. They saw only mangled corpses, torn and broken beyond recognition, and rivers of blood flowing beneath the rubble.
The entire Yi Clan outpost—three Saints and over a dozen Soul Travel masters—had been wiped out in broad daylight. And it had all happened in complete silence, without a single person noticing beforehand. It was like seeing a ghost.
* * *
A long time later, an extremely powerful elder of the Yi Clan arrived with a large contingent of experts. The elder’s face was as grim as still water as he surveyed the ruins. Sensing the residual aura in the air, his own presence became chillingly cold.
HUM!
The elder raised his hand and performed an ancient method. The light in the area twisted, faintly coalescing into a mirror that began to replay scenes of the past. This was a type of time-reversal Divine Skill that could recompose the residual energy in the world to reveal what had previously occurred. When executed by this elder, the effect was extraordinary; not even the most subtle trace of energy could escape his perception.
Just then, the elder’s pupils suddenly constricted.
A young man appeared in the vision. He was dressed in immaculate white robes, with a graceful figure, skin like jade, and the air of an exiled immortal. He turned around, his eyes staring intently forward, seemingly making eye contact with the elder across the river of time.
He gave the elder a faint smile, turned, and wrote several large characters in the air.
"The killer: Wang Xiu of Sanqing."
After writing the words, the young man simply waved his sleeve, and the vision shattered, dissipating into motes of light.
* * *
The surrounding Yi Clan fighters gasped, their eyes widening as if they had seen a ghost. They had never heard of or seen anything so bizarre. An image conjured by a time-reversal Divine Skill should be a record of the past. How could it feel as though the young man was seeing them from across time itself?
If that were true, what kind of inconceivable power would that be?
Such a display... I’m afraid only a legendary being who has comprehended the Great Dao could achieve something like this! one of the Yi Clan experts murmured, sucking in a breath of cold air.
"Nonsense! What kind of drivel are you spouting?" the leading elder’s face turned impossibly dark.
Comprehended the Great Dao? Wouldn’t that make him a Great Emperor? What a joke!
Ultimately, the time-reversal method worked by reassembling the residual energy that lingered in the world to form an image. If an expert with an exquisitely fine-tuned sense of the world’s power were to erase all other traces beforehand, leaving only the energy they wanted to be seen, they could easily create this seemingly bizarre scene. Of course, being able to do that was, in itself, a terrifying feat. Even Saints and Earth Immortal experts, who were said to be able to borrow the power of heaven and earth, could not perceive all forms of energy with such nuance. There were far too many hidden energies in the world that were difficult to detect, such as providence, or even the power of thought. One often needed to cultivate specialized techniques just to notice them.
"Wang Xiu!!!" the elder’s voice was low and filled with rage, his teeth clenched. "That brat actually survived and even made it to the Nine Heavens! Good... very good. So arrogant. If you have what it takes, then let’s see you keep it up!"
Just as he finished speaking, the expression of a nearby Yi Clan expert changed. He rushed forward, holding a communication Magic Artifact. "Elder Gu Yue, something terrible has happened! Our outpost in Qing Luo City has also been destroyed! The situation is identical to what we see here!"
Hearing this, the elder’s face changed dramatically, his expression turning ugly beyond words.
