Elderly Martial Saint: Sixty Times the Cultivation Speed ​​at the Start

After packing everything up, Yi Yang didn't return the way he came. Instead, he climbed over the broken wall and went into another alley.

The eastern side of Hengyue Town was still burning, the flames making the clouds overhead appear red. In the distance, intermittent shouts of battle and muffled sounds of clashing internal energy could be heard, indicating that the battle was not yet over.

Looking up, one could still vaguely see that the demonic figure created by the Nine Evil Sect's Grand Elder was still fiercely fighting amidst the onslaught of swords and spears, clearly indicating that the battle among these top experts was not yet over.

Yi Yang circled three streets, making sure there were no tails behind him, and slipped into a house with the door half open.

The room was empty; it looked like it had been vacant for a long time.

Yi Yang locked the door from the inside, then sat cross-legged in the corner. He planned to heal his injuries first; most of his internal energy had been depleted, and returning now wouldn't allow him to fully recover.

He took out two spirit crystals from his storage ring and held them in his palm, circulating the "True Yang Scripture of Wood". The energy in the spirit crystals flowed into his depleted Qi Sea along his meridians, and the Xuan Guang Seed lit up again under the infusion of energy, emitting a faint blue-green light.

The meridians in the body were sore and swollen from overworking. The warmth of the Yi Wood True Qi gradually dissolved the soreness and swelling.

With his eyes closed, Yi Yang recovered while reviewing the previous battle.

This was his first time fighting against someone at the Dharma Body Realm.

Not long ago, after Han Ji transformed into that three-zhang-tall blue-faced divine general, his combat power more than doubled.

Strength, speed, and defense—all are being unleashed.

Even more troublesome is the mental suppression brought about by the Dharma Body—the very existence of that deity exerts pressure on everything around it, interfering with Yi Yang's five senses and divine consciousness, slowing down his reactions and impairing his judgment.

If his divine sense hadn't already reached the "Breaking Illusion" realm, the suppression would have been enough to make even an ordinary first-stage Profound Realm cultivator unable to hold a sword steadily.

Yi Yang recalled the key moments of the entire battle and realized that he had used a variety of methods to defeat Han Ji.

This victory was only achieved because Han Jishi initially underestimated Yi Yang and ultimately didn't have time to unleash the true killing move of the Dharma Body Realm.

As Yi Yang thought of this, a layer of cold sweat seeped out of his back.

If Han Ji hadn't underestimated his opponent from the start, if he had directly engaged in battle in his Dharma Body form, if he hadn't let Xie Tinglan make the first move but instead fully activated his Dharma Body...

The person who dies tonight might be me.

Yi Yang kept this lesson in mind.

The Dharma Body Realm is the true watershed of the Profound Realm; Han Ji was right.

He needs to break through to the second realm, "Manifestation," as soon as possible, to nurture his Mystic Light Seed so that he can manifest a part of his Dharma Body.

Otherwise, if they encounter an enemy at the Dharma Body Realm next time, they might not have such good luck as they do today.

However, Yi Yang was still a little confused as to why Han Ji's Dharma body was a blue-faced deity. Could a person really transform into that appearance?

After absorbing most of the energy from the spirit crystals, Yi Yang's true energy in his dantian recovered to about 40%. He replaced the spirit crystals with two new ones and continued to circulate his energy, while also diverting a wisp of his mind to prepare to count the spoils of war.

Just as he recovered to 50% of his true energy, Yi Yang's consciousness suddenly began to drift.

It wasn't the kind of lightheadedness caused by fatigue, but a familiar pull from the spiritual weapon Xuan Yuan beside him.

"here we go again."

Yi Yang cursed inwardly, then watched as the houses, tables, chairs, and everything else in front of him faded, became blurry and transparent, and finally turned into pitch black.

Instead, there was that dark body of water.

The depths of ink and brush.

The last time he was pulled in was when he had just arrived in Hengyue Town. He managed to leave after killing a giant unicorn fish at the first level of the Tongxuan realm.

This time, it was because Xuan Yuan's spiritual weapon power was fully activated during the battle, and the price was to come back in and kill another "evil thought". It was also for this reason that Yi Yang did not rush to leave.

Yi Yang's consciousness was suspended below the water's surface.

All around him was still pitch black, just like last time, with only a faint blue light shining up from the depths, as if something on the seabed was glowing. The water was icy, but it wasn't real water; he didn't need to breathe, nor could he feel any water pressure.

Compared to last time, he is in much better condition this time.

After his divine sense expanded to the "Breaking Illusion" realm, his perception range was nearly twice as large as before, and he could detect the movements of the water within a ten-zhang radius.

We won't be ambushed like last time.

Yi Yang didn't wait in place, but dived deeper. The blue light at the bottom of the lake grew brighter and brighter, but the surrounding water temperature dropped.

He swam for about half an incense stick's time before his divine sense finally detected the aura of a living being.

It's about sixty feet to the lower right.

Yi Yang adjusted his direction and silently moved closer. Under the blue light, he could see what the thing looked like.

It is an eel.

To be precise, it was a giant eel that was entirely grayish-white and over two zhang long.

Its body is as thick as a bucket, and its skin is covered with a layer of slippery mucus that gleams with a silvery-gray luster under blue light.

Its head is flat, with two small, bean-sized eyes set on either side of its head. Its mouth takes up half of its head, and when it closes its mouth, you can see rows of fine, barbed teeth between its lips.

Its strength is at the first level of the Profound Realm, on par with the giant unicorn fish from last time.

Yi Yang didn't waste any words or try to probe. He was still lying in a house outside where someone could break in at any moment, and the longer he stayed, the more dangerous it would be.

Quick fight.

He accelerated and charged forward, his right fist, imbued with solid force, smashing down on the eel's head.

The perfected "Martial Dragon Elephant Body" works just as well in this body of water.

The fist slammed into the eel's head, causing the giant eel's head to droop downwards and its entire body to bend into an arc.

But he didn't die.

The eel reacted faster than he expected.

Its two-zhang-long body suddenly lashed out, like a giant whip striking Yiyang's waist. The speed was extremely fast, and the water flow was stirred up and churned.

Yi Yang dodged to the side and punched again, this time hitting the eel's belly.

The eel was flipped over, its grayish-white belly facing upwards, letting out a sharp hiss as its mouth opened, revealing a dense array of barbed teeth.

Yi Yang didn't give it a chance to turn things around.

He leaned in close, grabbed the eel by the neck with both hands—if that could be considered a neck—and used his strength to press the flat head firmly against the rock at the bottom of the water.

The eel struggled frantically, its tail whipping against Yi Yang's back and legs, leaving him covered in slime. Yi Yang gritted his teeth and endured the blows, his fists pounding repeatedly on the eel's head.

Ten punches.

Twenty punches.

The eel's struggles grew weaker and weaker, its skull collapsed under the fist, and its grayish-white body began to convulse.

Just as Yi Yang was about to deliver the final punch.

The eel's eyes changed.

It's not a reflection; it's light shining through from inside the eyeball.

Yi Yang's fist stopped in mid-air, and his "Breaking Illusion" realm divine sense detected an unusual fluctuation in that breath.

The fluctuation didn't originate from the eel's body; it came from the abyss beneath it, flowing into the dying eel through some unseen passage.

The eel's previously dissipated aura began to rise steadily the moment the golden light appeared.