328: Is it you, Sword White Robe?

"Before death, it should have been a Peak Quasi-Emperor."

Ling Xi immediately made a judgment in her heart.

Although the enormous Taotie corpse before her had endured countless years, the lingering Dao Rhyme and pressure within it were incredibly condensed, far exceeding an ordinary Quasi-Emperor. It had clearly touched the threshold of the Emperor Realm, only lacking the final transformation!

The incredibly rich Origin power of Devour emanating from it, pure and dominant, actually surprised her, even with her knowledge as a Great Emperor in her previous life.

"The Taotie race, in the Tianlan Great World, has long since been annihilated in the river of time. In my previous life, to comprehend the Great Dao of Devour, I explored many ancient ruins but never saw its true form.

I never expected to encounter a nearly complete skeleton here."

This discovery filled her with joy.

She quickly extended her Divine Sense to scan every detail of the skeleton.

"It seems it didn't die in battle, but rather sat in meditation after its power was exhausted, or perhaps failed to break through to the Emperor Realm and suffered a backlash?"

The skeleton was intact, yet it contained a desolate stillness, exuding the sorrow of a hero at the end of their path.

She no longer hesitated and decided to go down and investigate.

"Break."

Ling Xi took out a long sword and struck downwards with force.

"Buzz—!"

A muffled cracking sound came from underground. The somewhat damaged Formation node slowly broke open, revealing a deep, secluded entrance just wide enough for one person.

A powerful Aura of Devour immediately surged forth.

Ling Xi circulated her Cultivation Technique, her Aura soaring, to cope with any sudden situations inside the cave.

Then, her figure flickered, and she disappeared into the entrance.

Soon, her feet touched solid ground, and she entered the underground space protected by the Formation.

Ling Xi walked to the Taotie remains, which resembled a giant mountain, feeling the immense oppressive force.

With Ling Xi's current cultivation at Peak Celestial Realm, even with her Great Emperor Divine Sense, she was suppressed by the pressure emanating from the remains. Every step was extremely difficult, showing how powerful this giant beast was in life.

She stopped, gazing up at this ancient existence, her clear, cold eyes gleaming with intense curiosity.

Both in her previous life and this one, she cultivated the Great Dao of Devour. All things in heaven and earth could be devoured and transformed.

For her, this Taotie Origin was an excellent resource, and an supreme treasure for verifying her own Great Dao.

Ling Xi slowly raised her hand, a wisp of devouring power she had cultivated condensing at her fingertip, and gently touched the dark energy core.

The Taotie Origin seemed to be stirred by this homologous yet higher-level power, trembling slightly. A pure Devour Dao Rhyme flowed back along Ling Xi's fingertip, verifying and merging with her own Dao.

In an instant, Ling Xi's mind trembled slightly.

She felt another kind of devouring power; this power was more primitive, more dominant, more inclined to plunder based on innate talent and instinct, but lacked a trace of flexibility and transformation.

This formed a stark contrast with her Devour Dao, which had incorporated countless cultivation wisdoms and emphasized refinement and control.

"It has more than enough dominance, but insufficient transformation. However, this true meaning, stemming from Bloodline instinct, is closer to the essence of Devour. Perhaps I can use this to gain insight and strengthen my own devouring speed."

Ling Xi had an epiphany, and a hint of anticipation appeared in her eyes.

She no longer hesitated, quickly sat cross-legged before the colossal Taotie remains, guiding the pure and ancient Taotie Dao Rhyme to a deeper level of Fusion and verification with her own cultivated Great Dao of Devour.

Her Aura gradually calmed down, and the devouring power naturally circulated, echoing the devouring pressure emanating from the remains.

In Ling Xi's mind, countless insights about Devour instantly emerged. Her cultivation experiences from past and present lives, her Revered Master's understated yet perfectly timed guidance, continuously clashed and merged with this primitive Dao Rhyme originating from the Taotie.

The Taotie's Devour was talent, instinct, a plunder almost like a rule, pure and extreme. Her Dao, on the other hand, was built upon this, integrating the wisdom, control, and evolution of a Cultivator, striving to gather all Daos into herself and move towards a more transcendent realm.

There was no absolute superiority or inferiority between the two; they were more like two sides of the same Dao fruit.

At this moment, with the ancient insights brought by these Taotie remains, Ling Xi gained a deeper understanding of the Dao of Devour. Her Cultivation Technique involuntarily began to operate, continuously evolving... At a plaza not far from the Old Site of the Demon Heaven Sect.

With the end of the great battle, most Cultivators had already left, or entered the Dao Rhyme Land to Cultivate and gain insights.

However, a few Cultivators still lingered, feeling the lingering effects of the battle and digesting what they had gained.

Watching the battle between top Prodigies had also given them considerable Harvest.

Just then, suddenly!

A majestic azure Qi and Blood burst forth from a deep pit, shooting straight into the sky!

The Qi and Blood surged, scattering the clouds in the sky.

At the same time, a powerful pressure, like a tangible tide, swept out, shaking the distant mountains slightly and knocking over the people standing nearby.

At the center of the Qi and Blood, a figure slowly stood up.

It was Wang Zhan!

His battle robe was still damaged, and there were still bloodstains where Xiao Ruobai had injured him.

But at this moment, his figure appeared even more sharp under the illumination of the azure Qi and Blood.

His already tall and straight posture now seemed even more domineering, as if he had merged with the surrounding heaven and earth, carrying an imposing majesty of controlling the firmament and looking down on all living beings.

His tightly closed eyes suddenly snapped open, and an azure flash passed through them, carrying an irrepressible sharp gleam from his improved cultivation!

"Hoo."

He slowly exhaled a turbid breath, which shot out like an arrow, turning a ten-thousand-jin boulder in front of him into dust.

Feeling the Azure Heaven Saint Blood surging like a great river within him, several times more abundant than before his seclusion, and the much closer connection with heaven and earth, as if a mere flick of his hand could stir a celestial phenomenon, Wang Zhan's lips curved into an uncontrollable, arrogant arc.

Wang Zhan's lips curved into an uncontrollable, arrogant arc.

The frustration from being defeated by Battle Asura seemed to have dissipated considerably with this advancement.

He looked up at the sky, his voice like rolling thunder, spreading with powerful confidence:

"Battle Asura! Today, my Heavenly Azure Sacred Body has advanced further, and my Foundation is complete! Once I have thoroughly settled, I will seek you out for another battle! At that time, I will surely wash away all past disgraces!"

The booming sound echoed over the ruins, filled with exhilaration and strong confidence in the future.

He seemed to already see himself in an invincible posture, trampling the figure who had brought him shame underfoot.

However, just as he was full of pride and ambition.

A voice suddenly clearly entered his ears, suppressing his surging Aura by a few points.

"No need to trouble Senior Brother."

The voice was not loud, but it carried a peculiar penetrating power, terrifyingly calm.

Wang Zhan's pupils suddenly constricted, and he spun around abruptly!

His surging Qi and Blood instinctively solidified, like a lion whose territory had been invaded.

He saw that at some unknown point, a figure had appeared on top of a half-collapsed palace ruin not far away.

The person wore white robes, clean and unblemished by dust, amidst the bloody sunset and fierce wind.

His posture was as straight as a pine, holding a sheathed longsword in his arms. The scabbard was ancient, showing no special features.

"It's you?"

Wang Zhan frowned, recognizing the newcomer.

Sword White Robe.

Battle Asura's Junior Brother.

Why was he here?

And, he hadn't even noticed his approach just now!