781: Chapter 782 If you can't catch me, I'll outrun all the geniuses!

Behind them, the figures of Ao Zhan and Gu Shitian appeared in the distance, their gazes cold as they fixed their eyes on the two small figures fleeing.

"Found them."

Ao Zhan's dragon pupils were bone-chillingly cold as golden Dragon Qi swept across the sky, forcibly sealing the entire airspace in an attempt to lock down the two's escape trajectory.

Gu Shitian stood in the Void Realm, glazed light swirling around him as his Heavenly Eye pierced through illusions, coldly locking onto the duo's erratic auras.

The two operated the Cant Catch Me Cultivation Technique at full power, their figures trailing elusive afterimages in the air, moving so fast they seemed to teleport in the eyes of those at the same level.

Boom!

A dragon palm slammed down, instantly leveling the dense forest where the two had just been, shattering rocks and sending dust billowing into the sky.

But within the dust, there was no longer anyone there.

The two figures were already hundreds of miles away, their movement techniques elegant as they teleported with every step.

"This is ridiculous! Why are these top prodigies clinging to us like mad dogs?"

Shen Jinghong complained without looking back as she fled at her limit, her scalp tingling slightly as she caught glimpses of golden and glazed light in the sky from the corner of her eye.

Behind them, not only Ao Zhan and Gu Shitian, but also Huang Jiutian, the Daoist Son of Myriad Phenomena, and Xuan Yi were all closing in from all directions.

Lin Mochen remained calm, precisely avoiding each Seal as he spoke softly.

"dao seeds not only stabilize the dao foundation but are also Supreme resources for future enlightenment and Breakthroughs. With one hundred and four dao seeds out in the open, anyone would go crazy."

"I have to say, this Cant Catch Me Cultivation Technique is really useful!"

Shen Jinghong couldn't help but marvel, her movement technique nimble as she dodged the divine beams streaking across the sky.

"Martial Uncle Gu is indeed reliable!"

Lin Mochen agreed while running, "Naturally. Anything produced by Martial Uncle Gu is bound to be of the highest quality."

The two moved erratically, weaving freely across the ancient wilderness.

Behind them, the crowd of prodigies chased with gritted teeth. Ao Zhan repeatedly solidified the space, but could only capture afterimages.

Gu Shitian used his glazed Heavenly Eye to see through illusions, yet he was always one step away from locking onto their true bodies.

"Dammit! What kind of bizarre movement technique is this?!"

Ao Zhan's dragon scales bristled as fury surged in his heart. He, a dignified Dragon Clan Supreme and an Immortal Sovereign powerhouse, actually couldn't catch up to two low-Realm Cultivators.

Gu Shitian's face was cold, the glazed light flashing repeatedly. His voice carried a bone-chilling coldness, "Erratic and illusory, without root or trace. This technique is extremely sinister."

Even though they were clearly within sight and detectable by Divine Sense, they could never be touched or caught.

And yet, the two actually had the leisure to chat?

And this was only the beginning.

Next, within the Ancient God Burial Plain, a scene of extreme absurdity appeared.

Everywhere one looked, five powerful streaks of light spanned the sky, relentlessly chasing two erratic, small figures.

Whether it was Cultivators in the heat of battle, prodigies hiding in the shadows, or Loose Cultivators scavenging for resources, as long as they looked up, they could see this ridiculous sight.

Ao Zhan's golden Dragon Qi, Gu Shitian's glazed divine light, Huang Jiutian's World-Incinerating Phoenix Flame, the Daoist Son of Myriad Phenomena's profound dao patterns, and Xuan Yi's roar—five peerless powers that should have crushed all living beings—bombarded the plains over and over again.

Yet those two pale figures always drifted on the edge of danger, dispersing like wind and vanishing like light, seemingly within reach but forever untouchable.

Countless prodigies stopped to watch from afar, their actions subconsciously halting as they stared wide-eyed and dumbfounded.

In the center of the broken cliff, Xiao Ruobai flicked his fingertips, gathering a Quasi-Immortal Emperor dao seed into his spatial treasure, applying layers of Seals to properly store it.

He raised his eyes, his gaze piercing through the chaotic flames of war to look far across various parts of the Ancient Plains.

His gaze swept over the top prodigies being led around in circles by Shen Jinghong and Lin Mochen, then over Fang Hanyu following in the shadows. Seeing that everyone was safe, a faint smile tugged at the corner of his lips.

"Cant Catch Me... then let them keep chasing."

In the following days, the Ancient God Burial Plain completely devolved into a lawless purgatory on earth.

The five top prodigies—Ao Zhan, Gu Shitian, Huang Jiutian, the Daoist Son of Myriad Phenomena, and Xuan Yi—held back their fury and pursued relentlessly for two whole days.

But no matter how they exhausted their escape techniques, spread their Divine Thought, or sealed the airspace, they couldn't even touch a corner of Shen Jinghong or Lin Mochen's clothes.

That bizarre and unpredictable movement technique was like a phantom in the wind or light on the water; visible and lockable, yet forever unreachable and uncatchable.

After two days of futile pursuit, their patience exhausted and fury reaching its Peak, the top prodigies no longer had the heart to continue the hunt.

Since they couldn't catch those two, they simply vented all their frustration and hostility on the other prodigies in the Ancient Plains.

From then on, the top powerhouses like Ao Zhan, Gu Shitian, and Huang Jiutian no longer deliberately hid their strength or ferocity.

Immortal Sovereign-level pressure swept recklessly across the land, their Divine Sense covering the entire Ancient Plains like a dragnet, and every strike was a world-destroying crushing Divine Ability.

Anyone who stood in their way was instantly eliminated, and all the dao seeds on them were confiscated and plundered.

The three fierce forces of the Demon Ape, Mo Cha, and Xia Wudao were even more unrestrained, plundering and killing without scruple.

Weak prodigies suffered calamities, becoming pawns for them to vent their anger and harvest opportunities. The elimination rate skyrocketed, and the slaughter in the Ancient Plains grew even more intense and bloody.

Especially Xia Wudao; within seven days, he repeatedly intercepted and killed various prodigies. The number of dao seeds in his possession surged, and his arrogance reached its Peak.

He thought he could roam freely with no one to keep him in check, completely unaware that the gloomy Ao Zhan had already locked onto his aura and marked him as a target.

The afternoon of the sixth day, deep within the plains.

Xia Wudao had just forcefully killed an Immortal King Cultivator and seized five Luck dao seeds. He was laughing triumphantly, blood-colored flames swirling recklessly around him in a domineering display.

Buzz—!

Without warning, a towering dragon pressure suddenly crushed down from the void. The entire world froze instantly, and even the air solidified.

Ao Zhan appeared out of thin air in the void, his golden dragon pupils cold as iron. He was expressionless, without a single word of nonsense.

A sky-blotting golden dragon palm slammed down, his Immortal Sovereign power unleashed without reservation. Brilliant golden light suppressed all obstacles in every direction!

Xia Wudao's pupils constricted sharply. The blood-colored flames around him instantly surged to their limit, and the Imperial Dragon Qi hidden within his body exploded without reservation as he boldly met the strike head-on!

"Ao Zhan, you actually came for me!"

He shouted sternly, pushing his Peak Immortal King cultivation to the limit. The Imperial Dragon Qi condensed into a dragon, rising against the tide to meet the crushing golden palm!

"There aren't many prodigies left here. If you want to blame someone, blame yourself for having too many dao seeds!"

The blood-colored dragon shadow collided with the golden palm, and a world-shaking explosion echoed across thousands of miles of the plains!

A violent shockwave swept across the land. The earth cracked into deep, spider-web-like ravines, and debris and dust danced wildly in the sky.

Xia Wudao's entire body shook violently. The webbing between his thumb and forefinger instantly split, and his internal blood surged like waves. He was sent flying as if struck by a mountain, spitting out several mouthfuls of scarlet blood.

His Imperial Dragon Qi was powerful, but before a true Immortal Sovereign powerhouse, there was ultimately an absolute chasm of a major Realm between them.

The two fought for dozens of rounds in the sky above the plains, their Moves ruthless and their killing intent endless.

Ultimately, Xia Wudao had nowhere to run. Filled with extreme unwillingness and disbelief, he was forcefully crushed by Ao Zhan and sent directly out of the Secret Realm.

Xia Wudao, out!

Meanwhile, in another quiet, desolate valley.

Xiao Ruobai was fighting several prodigies, his War God Halberd sweeping across the battlefield, when a ripple suddenly appeared silently in the void.

Xuan Yi's figure suddenly appeared, stabbing directly at Xiao Ruobai's vital point in his back, a killing Move from the start.

"Die!"

Just as the sharp claws were an inch from his body, Xiao Ruobai seemed to have already anticipated the sneak attack.

Majestic War God power instantly exploded. Golden light soared around him as he swung his halberd back in a sharp upward strike, accurately clashing against the pitch-black claws!

Clang—!

A piercing metallic screech rang out as sparks flew everywhere.

Xuan Yi was shaken back three steps, his claw bones faintly cracking. His eyes were filled with unbelievable shock.

He never expected that Xiao Ruobai's Divine Soul perception would be so sharp!

Having failed his strike, Xuan Yi knew there was no further chance for a surprise attack. Without lingering, his figure flickered, turning into a black shadow that vanished into the depths of the void, not daring to engage further.

He knew clearly that since the sneak attack had failed, staying any longer would only put him at a disadvantage.

Over the seven days, dramas like these—ambushes, fated encounters, powerhouses crushing opponents, and counter-kills in desperate situations—were playing out every moment in the Ancient God Burial Plain.

Gu Shitian had once intercepted Mo Cha, fighting for a hundred rounds and leaving him heavily injured and fleeing;

Huang Jiutian had also battled several veteran Immortal King powerhouses for half a day, forcefully crushing them with his World-Incinerating Phoenix Flame and aweing the region.

The Disciples of the Azure Profound Sect also faced numerous attacks, but fortunately, they were powerful and agile, easily holding their ground.

Shen Jinghong and Lin Mochen remained mysterious and erratic, their tracks untraceable, yet the number of dao seeds in their hands continued to rise steadily.

Seven days passed in the blink of an eye. The endless slaughter finally ceased, and the turbulent and violent Ancient God Burial Plain was now heart-stoppingly silent.

Of the over a thousand prodigies who had entered the Secret Realm, fewer than a hundred remained at the end.

At this moment, the heavenly pride list, which had been silent for days, suddenly erupted with ten thousand feet of blinding golden light, piercing through the clouds and the heavens.

On the list, the names and dao seed counts that had been jumping chaotically now solidified. Each name was wrapped in a halo of light, and the rankings were clearly defined, carrying a heavy sense of pressure.

After seven days of bloody battle and life-and-death competition, the final rankings of the Ancient God Burial Plain Secret Realm slowly solidified and appeared amidst the gaze of the masses and the trembling of hearts!

At this moment, no matter where they were in the plains—whether healing, hiding, or still engaged in a final struggle—

Everyone stopped their actions in unison, looking up and fixing their gazes on the sky.