Gou Zai Sect Beast Taming Longevity

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh..."

A wind, seemingly from nowhere, swept across the land, settling over the desolate desert. It brought waves of heat, and like an invisible hand, slowly smoothed the desert, scattering sand and dust, quietly burying all traces of the past in the annals of history.

The desert was ravaged, riddled with potholes and streaks of fire. Although it was rapidly recovering its calm, the lingering effects on the landscape were not disappearing so quickly.

The faint sword energy still lingered in the void. As the storm subsided, Yu Changsheng's figure was revealed. He was holding a sword in one hand, supporting himself on the ground, panting heavily. His forehead was covered with sweat, his face was extremely pale, and his breathing was somewhat unsteady.

However, his eyes were very bright, and they seemed to be sparkling with a sense of enlightenment.

"As expected of a Saint-level technique, it is terrifying. This attack almost drained all my mana, physical blood and soul power. Within my Purple Mansion, there should be no one who can withstand it."

"Even without first using the sacrificial mirror to remove Meng Xiangrui's golden light shield, we should be able to break through his defense directly. However, in that case, it would be difficult to guarantee that we could kill him in one blow."

Yu Changsheng murmured softly for a long time, then patted his chest, exhaled a breath of turbid air, and stood up with some difficulty. He looked at the place where Meng Xiangrui had passed away, seemed to be deep in thought, and after reflecting on his own condition, he smiled bitterly.

"It's not entirely unworthy of it. It's just a remnant of a divine weapon, which can't be used many times anyway. If it's destroyed, it's destroyed."

"Besides, that thing originally belonged to Meng Xiangrui. It's likely that something was tampered with by higher-ups, which is why he found me. Destroying it also avoids this potential threat. It's like putting its last bit of light and heat to good use. It's worth it."

Yu Changsheng pondered inwardly, not feeling distressed about the destruction of the sacrificial mirror. Instead, he recalled the traces he and Elder Wei had taken together and had some guesses in his mind.

"Both my master and I possess the Xuan Turtle's concealment technique. Together with so many people in the entire Myriad Manifestations Sect, our auras and causal connections can be completely isolated by the Xuan Turtle, making us impossible to trace."

"Not to mention my master and me. Even if Meng Xiangrui is a Nascent Soul cultivator, he should have difficulty perceiving our changes. But just now, when we first met, it seemed that Meng Xiangrui already trusted my master and me to the most extent."

"But later, I don't know if it was because of my identity, he suddenly turned back, which made him confident enough to attack me rashly. Since my master and I have the Xuan Turtle's concealment technique, which he can't see through, then what did he base his judgment on to determine that I am Yu Changsheng?"

Yu Changsheng swallowed hard, and after a long while, his chest heaved as he slowly exhaled a breath of stale air.

"The only explanation is that this sacrificial mirror does not belong to me. It was originally given to Huangpu Yuanji by him. It is not impossible that he has some way to determine the location of this object."

"Therefore, keeping the sacrificial mirror is also a source of trouble."

Yu Changsheng thought to himself that, in fact, his guess was indeed correct.

Both he and Elder Wei possessed the aura of the Xuan Turtle, making it difficult to discern their cause. Even Meng Xiangrui couldn't see through it. Therefore, he used a secret method to sense the location of the sacrificial mirror and finally confirmed that the two men's identities were suspicious.

However, this method is only effective within a certain range and can only pinpoint a vague location. Moreover, each time it is used, it is a considerable burden for Meng Xiangrui.

Therefore, it was not used at the beginning.

After a moment of contemplation, Yu Changsheng swallowed two pills to restore his magical power. At the same time, his body swayed, and the Golden-Winged Roc cried out, taking the initiative to lower its body and approach Yu Changsheng.

"Master, are you alright?"

The Golden-Winged Roc let out a soft, affectionate cry.

"fine."

Yu Changsheng shook his head, a smile appearing on his face. He patted the Golden-Winged Roc's head, then flipped over and leaped onto its back.

"Let's go, head to Lanzhou, to the estuary!"

Yu Changsheng grinned, then sat upright on the back of the Golden-Winged Roc and began to meditate and recover.

The Golden-Winged Roc nodded, then suddenly flapped its wings, crackling with lightning and whipping up a great wind. Amidst the howling wind and thunder, it transformed into a streak of light and sped toward the horizon.

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Meanwhile, just as Meng Xiangrui's clone was completely annihilated by the Primordial Creation Sword, on the other side, somewhere tens of thousands of miles away from the Cloud Wave Desert, a long rainbow rose into the sky and sped towards the Cloud Wave Desert at lightning speed. Like thunder, it tore through the void, with the wind howling. Its speed was so fast that it could not be detected by the naked eye.

Within the rainbow, a figure emerged, his face gloomy, his aura as deep and unfathomable as the ocean, surpassing even the Purple Mansion realm and reaching the Nascent Soul stage.

It was Meng Xiangrui's true form!

At that moment, Meng Xiangrui suddenly stopped, his eyes widened, revealing a look of pain. He suddenly lowered his head and spat out a mouthful of blood. His face turned pale instantly, his breathing became unsteady, and he even collapsed.

"How could this be... The connection between me and my clone has been completely severed..."

"The clone has perished?!"

Meng Xiangrui murmured, his expression astonished, his eyes filled with disbelief. With his brows lowered, his heart sank, and he was also very puzzled.

"I have put so much effort into creating this clone of myself. In order to make it more realistic, I even separated a part of my divine soul cultivation onto it. Although it has not reached the realm of the Nascent Soul stage, it has reached the peak of the Purple Mansion stage."

"Yu Changsheng only recently broke through to the Purple Mansion realm. How did he manage to kill my clone and erase the causal link between my main body and the clone? How is that possible?"

Meng Xiangrui murmured to himself, his face grim, his gaze shifting between light and shadow. His face paled again, and he spat out another mouthful of blood. His breath suddenly changed, becoming weak and feeble, a sense of incompleteness emanating from him. A sharp pain surged through his heart, spreading from the depths of his soul throughout his entire body.

The pain caused Meng Xiangrui to groan instantly, beads of sweat streaming down his forehead, his face contorted in agony. After a long while, he finally gasped for breath, drenched in sweat. His aura as a Nascent Soul cultivator was clearly weaker than before.

"What happened to my clone? He was just a newly promoted Purple Mansion cultivator. Even if he was exceptionally talented, he couldn't have made me look so pathetic."

"A portion of my soul that I placed on my clone was completely annihilated, and all the cause and effect within it were annihilated as well, so much so that I have no idea what happened when the clone was destroyed... How could Yu Changsheng possibly do something like this?"

Meng Xiangrui murmured softly for a long time, then took a deep breath to calm himself down. After sensing the situation, he looked towards the direction of the Cloud Wave Desert, gritted his teeth, and continued to unleash his full speed, flying rapidly towards the Cloud Wave Desert.

However, its speed has clearly decreased compared to before.

"Ordinary clones cannot possess the cultivation of the peak of the Purple Mansion realm. In order to ensure the combat power of the clones, I sacrificed a portion of my own cultivation and separated a small amount of my soul into them for control."

"Originally, my plan was to hold out as soon as I discovered any trace of Yu Changsheng, stall him, and wait for my main body to arrive. Then, my main body and clone would merge, and I would capture Yu Changsheng in my strongest form, ensuring absolute success..."

"Now, my clone has been destroyed, and its soul has been ruthlessly erased. This part of my cultivation has also been lost... Although I don't know what happened, it must be related to Yu Changsheng. Yu Changsheng, once I capture you, I will tear you apart and refine you to make up for the loss of my soul!"

Meng Xiangrui roared, his eyes blazing with murderous intent, so intense it seemed impossible to contain, and he sped off towards the Cloud Wave Desert at breakneck speed.

Just two hours later, in the Cloud Wave Desert, at the place where Yu Changsheng and Meng Xiangrui's clones had fought, Meng Xiangrui's true form suddenly appeared.

"It is here... that my soul was utterly annihilated, along with its karma."

Meng Xiangrui lowered his head, reached out and grabbed a handful of sand, released his divine sense to sense every detail of the desert, and as he pondered, a sharp light flashed in his eyes.

"There are traces of Daoist magic remaining, and an extremely strong sword intent lingers. Even I feel a vague unease about its sharpness. Who killed him? Yu Changsheng? But he only recently advanced to the Purple Mansion realm..."

Meng Xiangrui pondered, sensing the traces left in the desert. After a long while, he gently exhaled, his hand gestures constantly changing. A yin-yang symbol appeared, rotating, and a mysterious wave instantly swept across the desert.

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"Tracing back to the source! Cause and effect are manifest!"

But then Meng Xiangrui let out a low cry and touched the crescent moon mark on his forehead. Instantly, a bit of Daoist energy transformed into a point of light and merged into the rotating Yin-Yang fish diagram in front of him. As a result, the Yin-Yang fish shone with even stronger radiance, enveloping the desert.

As the light fell, grains of sand floated in mid-air, trembling constantly. A gentle breeze blew, and countless auras surged chaotically in the void, slowly coalescing and twisting as if in a blurry painting, being resurrected and reflected from the past.

"Let's see who can destroy my peak Purple Mansion stage avatar and sever my divided soul! If it's Yu Changsheng, how did he manage to do it!"

Meng Xiangrui's expression was indifferent. He snorted coldly, and the power of heaven and earth was drawn in, enhancing the scene before him.

Instantly, the yin and yang fish spun and dissipated into tiny specks of light, merging into the scene. Then, the light rapidly condensed, gradually becoming clearer from its blurry state.

Meng Xiangrui stared intently at the image, his lips clenched and teeth clenched. The painting became clear, and the next moment, a dazzling light rippled out from the picture. The light was gentle yet domineering, clearly carrying the meaning of hope, yet also possessing the power to create the world.

"Um?"

Meng Xiangrui frowned immediately, and the next moment, his expression changed drastically.

But then they saw a burst of light in the scene, which spread beyond the frame and, with a buzzing sound, transformed into a powerful sword beam. With extreme sharpness, it transcended the frame and shot towards Meng Xiangrui!

Meng Xiangrui's heart skipped a beat, and his eyes widened suddenly. He tried to defend himself, but in an instant, as if the sword was too terrifying, the scene collapsed with a bang, and the sword light also collapsed unwillingly. Meng Xiangrui stood there stunned, spitting out a mouthful of blood. His already somewhat unstable aura became even weaker.

"puff……"

Meng Xiangrui coughed, casually wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth. He stared blankly at the bloodstains on his palm for a long time before finally letting out a long breath.

"What was that? That sword, just by being projected, gave me a feeling that it could cleave through space and time..."

Meng Xiangrui lowered his eyes, suppressing the pounding in his heart, and his gaze darkened.

"Although it's just an illusion, who could have unleashed such a domineering sword strike? Yu Changsheng? Unfortunately, this sword strike was too overpowered, erasing all traces of cause and effect, making them untraceable. However, I also observed Yu Changsheng's battle with Meng Xiangrui back then. Although he can use a sword, he shouldn't be able to reach this level..."

Meng Xiangrui remained silent, shook his head, pursed his lips, and his eyes flickered with uncertainty.

"This sword strike, even I, a Nascent Soul cultivator, felt a faint threat from it. It shouldn't be something a newly promoted Purple Mansion cultivator like Yu Changsheng could unleash. So, who could it be?"

As Meng Xiangrui pondered, he looked up into the distance. Through the desolate desert, a fiery red sunset was slowly sinking below the horizon, dyeing the clouds red and painting the desert with a layer of shimmering flames, a truly magnificent sight.

"Beyond the Cloud Wave Desert lies the territory of Lanzhou... Once we get there, it won't be so easy to continue the pursuit... However, there's one thing I still don't understand."

"The entire Myriad Manifestations Sect disappeared without a trace. There are so many people in the sect, yet I couldn't sense any of them using my causal detection... How did they manage to do that?"

Meng Xiangrui pondered, his expression cold yet revealing a strange look of utter bewilderment. After a long while, he took a deep look at the setting sun, then slowly turned and walked towards Wuzhou, beyond the Yunbo Desert.

"Fine, escaping from here is quite an achievement, Yu Changsheng. If you leave, I hope I'll never see you again in this lifetime..."

The afterglow fell upon the vast desert, also bathing Meng Xiangrui in its light, casting his shadow across the sand. Each grain of sand, illuminated by the afterglow, seemed to glow like fire, enveloping Meng Xiangrui's shadow and setting it ablaze…

Meng Xiangrui knew in his heart that once they left Wuzhou, continuing to hunt down Yu Changsheng was a pipe dream and almost impossible.

Since that's the case, he was too lazy to waste any more time and hoped that Yu Changsheng would never return to Wuzhou.

"If you don't die, you'll always be a major threat, making me uneasy..."

"If one day in the future you never set foot on this land again, and die far from home, that would be the best outcome."

Meng Xiangrui murmured, suppressing the last trace of unease in his heart, then swayed and turned to leave.

The setting sun was like blood, the desert like a sea, and occasional gusts of wind whipped up the sand and gravel, like waves being torn apart, shattering the afterglow and burying the past...

(End of Wuzhou Chapter. Next chapter: The Wind Rises in the North Sea!) (End of Chapter)