Volume Four: Renowned Everywhere Chapter 0158: Figures of Prominence From All Quarters

The formation experienced a violent tremor. Qin Yang looked around, initially expecting the array to be shattered. To his surprise, the Time-Space Sprite flickered its claws in the air, and the formation stabilized once more.

Watching the Time-Space Sprite playing merrily over there, Qin Yang was left utterly speechless.

Noticing Qin Yang staring at it, the Time-Space Sprite leaped up in a flash, prompting Qin Yang to immediately adopt a defensive posture.

Giggle, giggle, giggle.

Damn it, to think he was actually being toyed with by a sprite! Who would ever believe such a story if he told them?

Frowning, he noticed that the originally thin spiritual energy of heaven and earth was suddenly growing dense once again.

Swish—in an instant, the interior of the formation was flooded with spiritual energy once more. Qin Yang's eyes widened. "Heaven helps me. This Zhong family truly are good people."

Qin Yang instantly plunged into cultivation. The Time-Space Sprite, extremely bored, bounded through the air, displaying various spatial techniques.

Covering the sprite with his divine soul, he tried to sense its emotions and learn its techniques.

Half an hour later, a muffled sound echoed from within his body. After three attempts, he finally stepped into the intermediate stage of the Profound-Passing Realm, deepening his comprehension of the Dao intent.

He decomposed the Yin-Yang Dao intent into attractive and repulsive forces, continuing his research in this direction.

As for the Slaughter Dao intent, he went even further by comprehending the butcher's slaughter domain and the Blood Asura Dharma Seal, condensing the Asura domain. From then on, he possessed two distinct domains. Yet this was not the end, because he had just gained some understanding of space—though merely scratching the surface, the harvest was absolute and immense.

Time and space were supreme Dao; even comprehending a mere fraction of them was infinitely better than having none at all.

His current Yin-Yang Dao intent could hardly be called Yin-Yang Dao intent anymore, for he was already capable of sealing space. World Dao intent—this was the name he had given it himself.

The World Dao intent derived from the foundations of the Five Elements, wind, ice, lightning, heavenly demons, and giant demons, manifesting through methods such as attraction and repulsion, spatial sealing, and the illusions of a hundred lifetimes of reincarnation.

As long as he continued along this path, the World Dao intent would only grow more terrifying. Once the World Domain was unleashed, who could contend with him!

The World Dao intent encompassed far too many things, making its comprehension even more difficult, but he had no intention of giving up in the slightest. The tougher the nut to crack, the more rewarding the chewing.

He was comprehending two Great Dao simultaneously: the World Dao intent and the Asura Dao intent.

The Spatial Dao intent came along as a secondary bonus, while as for the Supreme Dao of Time, no matter how he tried to comprehend it, he could not grasp the slightest clue.

Time flew. Although the time within the formation had been short, it was more than enough for Qin Yang. Previously, he had been entangled by various trivial matters, leaving him no time to sort through his own martial arts. Seizing this opportunity, he continued to push open the gates of inheritance, receiving even more advanced martial arts techniques and cultivation methods.

As the sky gradually darkened, the Time-Space Sprite looked at Qin Yang, its large, bright eyes blinking rapidly, carrying a hint of reluctance in its gaze.

Qin Yang opened his eyes, a sharp gleam flashing through them. He now felt countless times stronger than before. Suddenly looking at the Time-Space Sprite, perhaps in a rather good mood, he chuckled, "How about I give you a name? Let's call you Little White, how does that sound?"

The Time-Space Sprite pondered for a moment, then clapped its hands as if to say it loved the name. Suddenly, it leaped onto Qin Yang's shoulder, rubbing its furry head against his cheek as if acting spoiled.

Before Qin Yang could figure out what was happening, a portal opened in the distance. A desolate landscape appeared, reflecting the terrifying figure of a demon. Qin Yang's eyes widened.

An eye emerged from within the portal, filled with endless coldness and bloodlust. The Time-Space Sprite leaped onto its head, looking as insignificant as a grain of dust.

Qin Yang felt that if this demon wanted to kill him, a single glance would be more than enough. Cold sweat broke out across his back, and his curiosity about what kind of place this truly was grew even stronger. Just as he wanted to keep watching, the portal suddenly slammed shut.

Goodbye, Little White! The image of the Time-Space Sprite looking at him flashed through his mind, and for some reason, a wave of sorrow welled up in his heart.

His mood turned foul. The surrounding spatial formation began to crack; without the reinforcement of the Time-Space Sprite, the fracturing accelerated rapidly.

Zhong Jingyu's face lit up with sudden joy. "This Qin Yang is formidable indeed, but now he is finally dead."

Those who had been fighting had already locked their gazes on this spot. If Qin Yang was dead, then they could seize the treasures.

"The treasures are ours!" Zhong Jingyu immediately lunged forward, while the other six set up a defense to block anyone else from snatching them.

Seeing this, the Blood Fiend abandoned his duel with Aotian and flew away instantly.

The formation shattered completely, and the charging crowd was instantly dumbfounded. There was no trace of Qin Yang to be seen inside; everyone's face was etched with shock.

"Are you kidding me? Could this Qin Yang have been swallowed whole and clean by the demons?"

"Looks like it, it must be."

People all around began to buzz with discussion. Hiding in the crowd, Song Yu turned pale upon hearing these words.

With a shriek, the treasured sword left its scabbard as she charged toward the Zhong family members. Yet halfway through her charge, astonishment washed over her face.

A blade materialized in the air, followed by a figure holding the weapon in one hand, advancing slowly.

With a swift spin of the body, the Star-Falling Blade swept through like a sickle harvesting crops.

Ah!

Ah!

Screams rang out, and the surrounding crowd was struck with absolute terror. Zhong Jingyu, despite being in the Profound-Passing Realm, was wiped out in a single move, along with several other Dao-Entering realm cultivators who all lost their lives simultaneously.

The Blood Fiend possessed formidable strength and decisively unleashed his blood escape technique to dodge the incoming attack.

Standing high in the void, Qin Yang looked at the other figure in the air, his face filled with utter shock and disbelief.

Song Yu!

Why would Song Yu appear here? And wasn't Song Yu supposed to have gone abroad?

Why did she possess such formidable strength—an intermediate Profound-Passing Realm cultivator? This was not something an ordinary person could achieve.

Song Yu had never expected that Qin Yang would be completely unharmed, and that the two of them would run into each other face-to-face.

"As long as you're okay." With that, she turned to leave, but how could Qin Yang be willing to let her go? This was the woman he had yearned for day and night. The reason he had kept himself pure and single until now was because one person was permanently engraved in his heart.

Back in college, if it hadn't been to give his parents peace of mind, he never would have taken on a girlfriend.

"Song Yu, don't go! Wait for me!" Just as Qin Yang prepared to give chase, the other peak Profound-Passing Realm experts suddenly launched an attack.

Seeing this, Song Yu's expression changed drastically, filled with inward self-reproach. If not for her, Qin Yang would never have been distracted, giving these martial arts masters an opening to exploit.

"Despicable!" Her pretty face chilled as she spoke coldly.

Facing the encirclement of the crowd, her expression remained unchanged. Her figure flickered, and she vanished from the spot once more.

Witnessing Qin Yang's miraculous methods, Zhang Kuang's eyes bulged in disbelief as he looked at Aotian beside him. "Aotian, what kind of trick is that?"

Aotian furrowed his tiger-like brows and said uncertainly, "That... seems to be a spatial technique."

"Damn it, when did this guy even comprehend the Spatial Dao intent? Ah, the heavens are truly unfair."