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Boom!

Yang Ji burst out from the ground, causing the middle-aged man who had followed his sensing to be taken aback for a moment.

"You little guy sure knows what's best for you," the middle-aged man sneered. "I was just about to tear open the ground and grab you, but you coming out is perfect, die!"

The middle-aged man smirked, Dao Principles surging within him, and in an instant, a giant black claw materialized, snatching at the air towards Yang Ji.

Yang Ji's expression was cold and indifferent, Spiritual Light flashed behind him, and with a light tremble of the Wings of Time-Space, he uttered a single word: "Stop."

In an instant, the time-space around the middle-aged man was imprisoned.

Boom!

A burst of explosion followed, and the middle-aged man was shocked to find his body erupting into pieces.

His lingering consciousness quickly dissipated as well.

The blue-robed young man had appeared out of nowhere in the void, and with a smirk forming on his lips, he morphed his hand into a large shape and plucked a Token from the blood rain.

"Another Token in hand, another head taken, not bad! Worker Leopard, keep it up!"

The blue-robed young man playfully looked at Yang Ji, eyeing the wings on his back with greed, yet he did not strike.

Because Yang Ji was good bait!

Yang Ji looked back at him impassively and without a word, burrowed back into the ground.

He continued refining his Magical Treasures within the Mountain Sea Pearl.

Shen Yin continuously attracted Origin Divine Thunder, and he kept infusing Dao Runes into the Wings of Time-Space.

Four hundred and fifty-three.

Four hundred fifty-four.

Four hundred fifty-five.

Four hundred and fifty-six.

Five hundred.

A year had passed like this.

One day, Yang Ji's ears once again heard that familiar voice.

"Worker Leopard, time to work!"

Yang Ji's expression didn't change much, and with a tremor of his wings, he broke through the ground and surged out.

With no excess words, he simply uttered the word "die" to the newcomer, who hadn't even had the chance to react before being immobilized.

As usual, the blue-robed young man emerged like a specter and struck from the side.

With the Star Plucking Hand, capable of capturing the stars and the moon, he directly took the newcomer's head and along with it, his Token.

In high-level confrontations, victory or defeat is often decided in an instant; even more so when the enemy is unable to move, it's a fatal finisher.

The blue-robed young man, already exceedingly strong, faced a peer he could butcher at will; with a powerful move, almost none could withstand it, even a Dao Child would have to shed a layer of skin.

Seeing the young man succeed, Yang Ji didn't linger to watch, his figure flickered, and he dived back into the ground.

The blue-robed young man glanced at the spot where Yang Ji disappeared, his lips curving into a meaningful smile: "My hunch must be right, everyone who comes is from the Absolute Death Ancestor; it seems this pitiful guy was marked by the Absolute Death Ancestor the moment he entered, aiming for his men to pick up an easy advantage, but unsuspecting that I am the one who benefited!"
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"Well, this is interesting now; it seems this time, not only can I obtain one or two Immortal Techniques, but I'll also get plenty of Pure Yang Waters."

"This prize in everyone else's eyes has turned out to be a stroke of luck for me, Lan Xiaosheng!"

A smile hinting at total control spread across the blue-robed young man's lips.

How could Yang Ji not know what he was thinking, but the more Lan Xiaosheng acted this way, the better it suited him.

He was more than happy to have time drag on with an enforcer to protect him; it was truly convenient.

Allowed him to peacefully refine his Magical Treasures.

Everything remained as it was.

Days continued to pass, one after another.

In the blink of an eye, another year had passed.

Six hundred Dao patterns.

Seven hundred Dao patterns.

The forging of the Wings of Time-Space continued unabated.

In the meantime, another unwary soul found its way there.

Yang Ji, without a word, burst forth from the ground, immobilized the intruder, and then without looking back, plunged into the depths again.

Lan Xiaosheng followed suit as he had grown accustomed to, eliminating the newcomer.

The silent cooperation between the two grew even more in sync.

Another year went by.

That year, three more came.

Without exception, all three were immobilized by Yang Ji, and then slain by Lan Xiaosheng.

It was during that year,

That the Time-Space Dao Patterns incorporated had reached eight hundred.

Eight hundred and forty.

Eight hundred and forty-seven.

Adding the previous one thousand one hundred and fifty-three patterns he had infused during the refinement process, with three thousand Dao Runes in total, he had now infused two thousand patterns.

At that moment, the Wings of Time-Space could no longer integrate any more Dao Runes.

This was their maximum capacity for Dao Runes.

At this point, the grade of the Wings of Time-Space had successfully ascended to that of a Superior Dao Artifact.

It contained an endless Power of Time and Space, making time-space imprisonment even more formidable.

But Yang Ji didn't reveal this; in case someone came looking, he would still display only the level of ability that the Wings of Time-Space had shown before, not letting Lan Xiaosheng become aware.

This delicate balance continued to be maintained like this.

Three years.

Ten years.

In the blink of an eye, fifty years had passed.

During these fifty years, Yang Ji, multitasking, not only refined the two gourds of Pure Yang Water he had obtained from the Old Man of Ten Thousand Calamities, expanding his Inner World to a vast expanse of thirty-two thousand li.

But he also mastered four Immortal Techniques: "Yunlai Immortal Domain," "Sun Spirit Divine Fist," "Taixuan Divine Finger," "Nine Transformations of the True Spirit."

Over these fifty years,

Yang Ji and Lan Xiaosheng cooperated to send away a total of twenty-eight enemies.

In the outside world, unknown to them,

The Absolute Death Ancestor was fuming with rage.

For fifty years,

Every time one of his people was resurrected, his brows furrowed, his gaze deepened, and the atmosphere around him grew colder.

Until the twenty-eighth person emerged,

He couldn't hold back any longer, and grabbing the middle-aged man who had just been resurrected outside, he asked in a low tone, "How did you die?"

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