178: Dou Zi Mi!

After arranging Xue Changming and the others from the Holy Emperor Sect into a bronze gate, Lin Yang once again braved the Ten Thousand Blades God-Slaying Formation's bombardment and returned to the deepest part of the Heavenly Palace.

Whoosh!

With a gentle push, Lin Yang entered the world behind the golden palace gate without any obstruction.

"What is this place?"

However, not long after Lin Yang stepped inside, he was instantly horrified, his hair standing on end.

Because, unlike the imagined land of Opportunity,

the interior of the golden palace was covered in mottled bloodstains, various scales, and blood-stained hair, as if left by prehistoric creatures, enduring through the ages and exuding an exceptionally terrifying pressure.

Just standing here, he felt his body was about to collapse.

Fortunately, the hazy field previously activated by his Saint Body reappeared, and Lin Yang felt a bit better.

Soon, Lin Yang understood that this was definitely the blood and feathers of ancient supreme figures!

Moreover, he saw a huge stone tablet in the center of the palace.

The stone tablet was ancient, inscribed with dense, strange patterns, as if it contained the secrets of creation.

At the very top of the stone tablet, a large "Dou" character manifested.

"Dou Zi Secret!"

What was recorded on the stone tablet was the Dou Zi Secret technique, one of the Nine Creation Secrets.

When the Dou Zi Secret is Cultivated to its Major Achievement, it can evolve all kinds of offensive and killing techniques in the world, ever-changing and unfathomable.

It can even simulate the attack methods of others.

It is known as the number one offensive secret technique of all ages!

"Dou Zi Secret!"

Lin Yang was pleasantly surprised; he had not expected the God King's Opportunity left in the golden palace to be such a powerful offensive secret technique.

"If my Saint Body reaches Major Achievement, and I also Cultivate the Dou Zi Secret, then in this Lower Realm, I will have no rivals!"

Lin Yang muttered to himself, and in his joy, he immediately sat down before the stone tablet and began to decipher the Dou Zi Secret Cultivation method recorded on it... At the same time.

Central Continent, Holy Emperor Sect.

Above the clouds, Ji Ru Qianlong stood barefoot, her snow-white dress fluttering, her beautiful hair flowing, her lovely eyes gazing into the distance, a hint of worry seemingly appearing between her slender brows.

"You should leave!"

Just then, an inexplicable voice echoed in her mind, as if coming from an unknown Void Realm.

"Can't I wait a little longer?"

Ji Ru Qianlong whispered.

"One era cannot tolerate two Saint Bodies; your existence has disturbed spacetime. As long as you remain in this era, his Saint Body cannot reach Major Achievement," the voice said again.

Ji Ru Qianlong fell silent.

After a long while, she softly said, "I understand."

...Upper Realm.

In the boundless sea of sand.

Nangong Xueli's jade hand tightly gripped a heavy flame ruler, and she bore a pair of brilliant spiritual fire wings on her back.

Not far opposite her, a black-faced old man with somewhat scorched sleeves was looking at her with a rather grim expression.

"A mere one-star Saint, yet she can make this old man so dishevelled?"

The black-faced old man never expected it.

The Nangong Xueli before him, who looked so delicate, possessed such formidable combat power.

He, a dignified Quasi-Emperor, was unable to subdue this tender woman before him; instead, he was severely injured by a strange flame lotus she wielded.

On the other side.

Nangong Xueli was also considerably exhausted at this moment.

Although after two and a half years of tempering in the Upper Realm, she had successfully advanced to the Saint Realm, and with her Immortal Wrath Fire Lotus, she was invincible within the Saint Realm!

But her opponent was a Quasi-Emperor who had half-stepped beyond the Saint Realm, only one step away from the true Emperor Realm.

Without the help of Yao Mu's power, it was already quite remarkable that she could fight a Quasi-Emperor to a draw.

"Little girl, to be able to push this old man to such a point, I admire you greatly. But alas, the spiritual fire in your hand is something this old man is determined to obtain! Today, you must hand it over, whether you want to or not!"

As the black-faced old man's shout fell, he suddenly extended his large hand, which transformed into a heavenly prison, and enveloped Nangong Xueli from above.

"Young people, after all, are young people. In the face of this old man's Quasi-Emperor strength, they still lack some experience..."

Just as the black-faced old man thought Nangong Xueli was exhausted and no longer able to resist.

Swoosh!

Suddenly, he saw Nangong Xueli take out two Medicinal Pills from her bosom and swallow them.

Immediately after, Nangong Xueli's jade hand tightened its grip on the heavy flame ruler, and a vast spiritual Qi flowed into it through her palm.

In an instant, firelight soared from the heavy ruler, and flames surged.

"Fire Wave Flame Splitter!"

Nangong Xueli lightly shouted, swinging the heavy ruler in her hand with force.

Boom!

On the desolate sand dune, a thunderous explosion rang out.

Immediately after, a colossal wave of intensely surging flames, like a ten-thousand-foot tsunami, rapidly spread out.

With a "crack," the black-faced old man's palm prison was shattered by the immense flame wave.

The old man himself was forced to retreat repeatedly by this astonishing fire wave, looking even more dishevelled.

"Damn it, where did this little girl come from? How does she have so many endless tricks?"

The black-faced old man was both shocked and enraged.

He originally thought Nangong Xueli was just a lucky little girl who had obtained the spiritual fire of heaven and earth by chance.

He never expected Nangong Xueli's mastery of flames to be so uniquely gifted; she was simply an expert at playing with fire.

The spiritual fire in her hands was like an extension of her arm, its power almost 120% unleashed.

"No! This little girl is too strange!"

The black-faced old man's eyes flickered slightly. If this stalemate continued, he might end up capsizing in a ditch and giving Nangong Xueli a chance to escape.

"I can only call a few old brothers to lend a hand."

The black-faced old man pondered for a moment. No matter what, he was unwilling to give up the Origin of the spiritual fire on Nangong Xueli's person, so he immediately took out an ancient token, preparing to call friends to assist in the battle.

"Not good, he's calling for people!"

Nangong Xueli's beautiful eyes narrowed slightly, feeling anxious.

"Swoosh!"

Suddenly, a streak of colorful lightning shot out from her sleeve, striking towards the black-faced old man.

"Bang!"

The colorful lightning was incredibly fast; the black-faced old man didn't even have time to react before he was blasted into a cloud of blood mist.

However, upon seeing the black-faced old man die on the spot, Nangong Xueli showed no joy; instead, her pretty face turned slightly pale for a moment.

Because she knew that monster had awakened again...