Cultivating for a hundred lifetimes to ascension

In the intermittent narrative of Wang Yingling, time passed bit by bit.

Half a day later, Wang Yingling suddenly stopped speaking and fell silent.

Having gone so long without anyone catching up, it meant that they had successfully escaped to the heavens.

The heavy pressure in Wang Yingling's heart suddenly dissipated, leaving her without the desire to speak.

Zhao Sheng didn't know how far the two of them had escaped, but he estimated in secret that they must have already gone at least three thousand miles.

"Stop!"

So much time had passed, and it was only now that Zhao Sheng spoke for the first time.

Wang Yingling was startled, immediately turning her head to look at him, asking, "What's the matter?"
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"Let me leave!"

Zhao Sheng's expression was as still as water, slowly rising from the shell, with each hand pressing on a skull-sized Thunder Ball emitting electric light, filled with a destructive aura.

"You don't want to return with me to the Void Spirit Abyss? Don't you know what a tremendous opportunity this is?"

Wang Yingling looked at Zhao Sheng with an incredulous expression.

She could not understand how anyone could be so "foolish."

"Miss Wang, in this world, a twisted melon isn't sweet," Zhao Sheng said in an even tone.

Upon hearing this, Wang Yingling's expression turned exceedingly cold.

"You want to leave? Hmph, I just won't let you!"

Saying this, Wang Yingling gave up control of the turtle shell, and with a flip of her hand, she now held a Crystal Spirit Ball in her palm, within which was a miniature ocean illusion.

Massive waves surged on the ocean, the sky was covered with dense clouds, and thunder roared with columns of tornadoes connecting heaven to earth, ravaging the vast ocean in a scene like the apocalypse.

This Crystal Spirit Ball was also known as the Thunder Cloud Storm Pearl, a top-grade Spiritual Artifact of the wind, water, and thunder attributes, capable of amplifying spells of these three types and embedded with three Divine Ability Level Treasure Techniques. It was extremely rare and precious.

"Zhao does not wish to be your enemy! Let me leave!"

As the words fell, a talisman plate brimming with spiritual light leapt from Zhao Sheng's embrace, with Water Mine Talisman, Fire Thunder Talisman, Heavenly Sword Talisman, Ice Sealing Talisman, and several other Second Order True Talismans affixed to its three layers.

Wang Yingling's pupils constricted, and she no longer took Zhao Sheng lightly.

The space inside the turtle shell was cramped, and if all the True Talismans on the talisman plate were activated simultaneously, the consequences would be unthinkable!

Poor her, she had a defense talisman treasure stored in her Storage Bag, but at this moment, she dared not take it out.

Because she saw a resolute determination in his eyes.

Wang Yingling couldn't fathom why such a great opportunity was being repeatedly refused and treated as worthless.

"Fine, I will let you go!"

Though Wang Yingling said this verbally, she had other plans in her mind.

Upon hearing this, Zhao Sheng's lips curled into a smile, slowly dissipating the Thunder Balls in his hands, his right hand supporting the Five Elements Talisman Plate.

Pop!

The light film at the exit of the turtle shell suddenly disappeared, and a large amount of seawater poured in.

Zhao Sheng stomped on the ground, his figure shooting out backward like an arrow, escaping through the tail opening of the turtle shell.

Wang Yingling's gaze turned cold, a miniature "tornado" suddenly appeared inside the Thunder Cloud Storm Pearl in her hand.

However, before she could act, she saw the five outlets of the turtle shell suddenly blocked by a thick layer of ice.

Although this layer of ice could only delay a moment or two, for Zhao Sheng, it was enough time for him to escape.

Pfft!

Zhao Sheng spat out a mouthful of essence blood, his entire person instantly enveloped in a layer of blood light.

The next moment, the blood light sped away rapidly, disappearing into the pitch-black depths of the deep sea in the blink of an eye.

Bang!

Two moments later, the ice wall shattered, and Wang Yingling burst out from inside the turtle shell.

She looked all around but could no longer see Zhao Sheng's figure.

Seeing this, Wang Yingling's eyebrows inverted in anger, a flash of rage passing through her eyes, yet a smug smile appeared on her face.

A mere Qi Refining Practitioner, ignorant of the formidable methods of a top power...

Wanting to ascertain the whereabouts of a bloodline family member, there were plenty of tracking spells available.

Wang Yingling herself had mastered more than three types of Bloodline Tracking Techniques.

In a thought, Wang Yingling chanted a spell as her fingers flexed and snapped, abruptly forming a blood-red light between her fingers that stretched far away, connecting to someone who was escaping in the distance.

...

On the other hand, Zhao Sheng spat out three mouthfuls of essence blood, using the Blood Escape Technique to flee swiftly toward the distance.

In the blink of an eye, dozens of miles flashed by.

Just then, his heart skipped a beat, suddenly filled with a foreboding feeling.

Zhao Sheng couldn't help but look back, only to see that no one was pursuing him, yet his heart thumped wildly.

Danger!

He had not yet escaped from peril!

Zhao Sheng's eyes flickered, and he fiercely spat out another mouthful of essence blood, suddenly increasing his speed by a fraction.

A quarter of an hour later, his sense of crisis slowly diminished, but it still remained at a considerably high level.

This feeling of possibly being caught up at any time was all too familiar and deeply engraved in Zhao Sheng's heart.

In previous years, he had been chased by a Foundation Establishment Cultivator for three whole months until he erased the Divine Soul Mark and finally escaped safely.

"Could the opponent have done something to him?"

However, he tried every method and found not a single abnormality on his body.

Sensing the rising sense of crisis in his heart, Zhao Sheng's expression subtly changed.

Though the speed of Blood Escape was fast, it greatly harmed his primordial Qi. He couldn't keep using it indefinitely.

"Since that's the case, there's only one option left!"

With that thought, Zhao Sheng's eyes flashed, and he reached into his robe to pull out the Sea Shell.

Then, his body turned, and he suddenly dove toward the seabed.

Moments later, Zhao Sheng successfully found a speckled whale around thirty to forty feet long.

He quickly burrowed into the whale's stomach through its mouth.

Hum!

Inside the whale's stomach, the Sea Shell's surface shone brightly, swelling from the size of a palm to that of a millstone in an instant.

Zhao Sheng's body shrank, and he suddenly slipped inside.

Bang!

The shell of the Sea Shell snapped shut, slowly sinking into the whale's acrid stomach fluids.

Meanwhile, far away, spanning several dozen miles, Wang Yingling's expression changed.

For the tracking spell had just suddenly been interrupted, signaling its failure.

Wang Yingling's expression turned grave as she switched through several tracking secret techniques, yet still failed to pinpoint his whereabouts.

Now her expression grew even graver, almost distressed.

The adversary had somehow rendered all her tracking secret techniques useless.

This person...had actually escaped from her grasp!

For someone of Wang Yingling's esteemed status and position, this was a major blow.

Grinding her teeth with rage, Wang Yingling said, "Zhao—Sheng—he! Miss remembers you now!"

...

Ten days later, in the Bei Mansion Cave Heaven,

Zhao Sheng slowly walked into the backyard hall.

Here, the traces of the last fierce battle were still visible everywhere.

But Zhao Sheng didn't mind that.

He stopped at the entrance of the hall, touched the storage bag at his waist, and lightly tossed it forward.

Suddenly, a humanoid wooden puppet, seven feet tall with limbs and a head, all constructed from century-old Dark Wood, fell into the hall.

Zhao Sheng formed a spell, and streams of Spiritual Power shot out, linking with the puppet's limbs.

Under his mental command, the puppet clicked and clacked step by step toward the charred corpse, reaching out to remove the golden Imperial Tablet from the right hand of the charred body.