Chapter 428: Chapter 220: Battle of the Great Dao—Who Stands at the Peak? Divine Soul Transforms into Dao and Becomes Void

Things that were once incomprehensible can now be easily grasped.

Systems that were once difficult to organize can now be built effortlessly.

It’s as if he has transformed from an ordinary person into an extraordinary genius.

And this is merely the beginning of the Divine Soul Puppet’s wondrous abilities.

The recently surged Divine Soul Power is so vast that when Zheng Yi fully settles down, there will be more mysteries to explore.

Having previously laid a very solid foundation, the fundamental insights of various arrays are ingrained in his heart. With the powerful computational ability of the Super Brain Main God, it can be said to be high, step by step.

He has created the outline of a personal knowledge system.

As they say, a skyscraper rises from the ground!

Once a foundation is laid firmly, it becomes quite easy to build upon it and construct the upper architecture.

Zheng Yi is like a huge sponge, quickly absorbing the array knowledge from the Tier Four inheritance, continuously reinforcing the learned array systems, ultimately establishing his own knowledge edifice.

After an indeterminate amount of time, Zheng Yi opened his eyes once more.

He calculated with his fingers, a light flashing in his eyes.

"Fortunately, it only took two months when expected."

"Now that my Divine Soul Puppet is stable, the Divine Soul in the Consciousness Space is completely formed, and I have preliminarily established the knowledge system for Tier Four array inheritance. This is the right moment to exit seclusion and meet that old fox, Venerable Blood Mist..."

Zheng Yi chuckled and stood up.

With a single step, he disappeared from his original location.

When he reappeared, he was already above Asura City.

He cast a Finger Technique into the Blood Lake.

Instantly, the lake’s energy fluctuated, and amidst the endless Blood Sea storm, a figure’s silhouette slowly emerged from the water, gradually taking form—Nether River Daoist clad in blood-colored robes.

"Friend, I grant you a chance for fortune."

Zheng Yi smiled, greeting his External Incarnation. 𝙧𝙚𝙚𝔀𝒆𝓫𝓷𝙤𝓿𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝙤𝓶

"Indeed, I rely on you, friend!"

Nether River Daoist laughed, clad in blood-colored robes, with blood-colored hair and eyebrows, giving off a somewhat sinister vibe.

...

"A year has passed. I wonder if that old fox has left!"

After preparing everything, Zheng Yi slowly opened his eyes, a trace of peculiarity on his face.

"From what I understand about such people, unless they see a rabbit, they won’t release the eagle. A heroic figure like him always has great faith in himself, so he’s probably waiting for me right where he was."

Zheng Yi sneered.

It was just as well; he was also preparing to give the other party a surprise.

It must be said, your enemy will always understand you best.

Only a madman can understand a madman.

Only a lunatic can understand a lunatic.

In a certain sense, Zheng Yi and Venerable Blood Mist are actually the same kind of person, both ruthless and decisive, willing to use any means to achieve their goals.

With deeper thoughts and scheming, outsiders often remain oblivious to their true intentions.

However, compared to Venerable Blood Mist, Zheng Yi has a slightly stronger sense of boundary, whereas the Venerable, having lived for centuries, has long transcended the realm of ordinary humans, making his actions more insidious and malicious.

The advantage Zheng Yi has is that he always remembers he’s a human.

The path of cultivation is high and distant.

The further he advances, the deeper Zheng Yi’s understanding becomes.

That the path of cultivation gradually transforms an ordinary person into a mighty, indifferent machine.

After all, cultivators have long lifespans, and if one has the fortune to reach great heights and wield formidable power, the family members around them have already passed away one by one, even if there are descendants remaining, they likely have little connection to the cultivator.

This naturally leads to Supreme Forgetting Emotions, where the mind often surpasses ordinary human limits.

One cultivates immortality but has ceased to be human.

According to the Super Brain Main God’s deduction, with countless Great Dao coexisting, Zheng Yi requires a guidepost to mark his identity as a human.

Only in this way, when he reaches the depths of cultivation, can he remember his essence and avoid becoming a puppet of the Dao, a plaything of Heaven and Earth’s will.

A demonic figure like Venerable Blood Mist can deceive Master Wei Xu into the scheme with a century of camaraderie, refine many Purple Mansion Cultivators into Blood Puppets; his methods and schemes are top-notch.

To achieve this, he planned for ten years to trap a number of Purple Mansion Cultivators in peril.

Unfortunately, he encountered Zheng Yi, this unyielding rogue.

There’s always a mountain taller than the next.

When the old fox meets the cunning fox, it’s a question of whose tactics are superior, whose confidence is greater?

Zheng Yi has never suffered such a great loss. If it weren’t for Wei Xu’s self-sacrifice to break the space restriction, he wouldn’t have been able to leave without paying a huge price.

Although he obtained the Fallen Soul Treasure Mirror, which was a blessing in disguise, successfully evolving the Divine Soul Space and forming the Divine Soul Puppet, his Spiritual Realm soared.

But Zheng Yi would never have favorable thoughts towards that old scoundrel, Venerable Blood Mist; given the opportunity, he wants nothing more than to tear apart this ancient monster.

One reason is to avenge Wei Xu.

On the other hand, he cannot bear to part with the Divine Extreme Hall, as that little world space is the greatest treasure left by the Divine Thought ancestor.

Venerable Blood Mist plotted for ten years for this; Zheng Yi has long coveted it too.

This is the struggle of the Dao.

Relentless until death.

There’s nothing more to say.

Furthermore, Zheng Yi carries the banner of revenge, a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

He worries that if given a few years, Venerable Blood Mist might truly obtain some treasure from the Divine Thought ancestor.

By then, if Venerable Blood Mist successfully advances to the Core Formation Stage, it would be ambiguous who’s the cat and who’s the mouse.

Thus, when it’s time to act, Zheng Yi does not hesitate or hold back.