My Scales Can Make Equivalent Exchange
Chapter 1012 - 794 - : A Parallel Space-time Where History Collapses?

Chapter 1012: 794 Chapter: A Parallel Space-time Where History Collapses?

Until Wang Zijia drifted up to him, the other monk remained completely unaware, still seated quietly in meditation.

Wang Zijia did not reveal his form or wake the other.

Instead, with a beckoning gesture, demon spirit light appeared, transforming into invisible particles that, like spiritual power, were inhaled through the nose into the monk’s body.

However, the next moment, Wang Zijia’s brows furrowed.

Ever since he had completed his marks, when he condensed the Demon Seed for demon seeding, he had been able to actively call upon the Balance Scale’s Dao power to a certain extent, no longer just passively extending it.

This method of demon seeding was an ultimate enhancement.

Not to mention a Tribulation Crossing Cultivator, even a Profound Immortal from the Nine Realms, if they carelessly fell for it, would find it very difficult to resist.

But the Tribulation Crossing Cultivator before him, who had been completely unsuspecting, did not immediately succumb to the demon seeding after Wang Zijia’s power entered his body; instead, Wang Zijia felt resistance.

The special ’pollution’ power that the Demon Seed turned into, when infecting the other, gave Wang Zijia a sense of void, as if... the person before him was a real fake?!

It was an extremely contradictory feeling!

This sensation caused Wang Zijia to pause.

An incarnation of someone?

Or something else?

His pupils shimmering with golden light, he scrutinized the other, but could not find any anomalies; this was indeed a genuine Tribulation Crossing Cultivator.

He saw no manifestation of any incarnation techniques!

Frowning in anticipation, it took the Demon Seed almost half a moment to erode completely before it finally neared its end.

Demon seeding him was even more difficult than demon seeding an Earth Immortal, and it was even comparable to the difficulty of quietly demon seeding a Celestial Immortal.

To be precise, it wasn’t the kind of difficulty encountered when facing resistance, but more like pushing against something impalpable, as if this person didn’t exist at all.

Fortunately, aside from the slowness and strangeness of the process, there were no other problems.

Although it felt a bit like a true falsehood, in the end, the other was completely infected bit by bit by Wang Zijia, utterly unaware throughout the process.

"Sigh!"

As the demon seeding completed, Wang Zijia quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

However, before he could check the other’s status, he stiffened.

The Tribulation Crossing Cultivator before him, in the instant that Wang Zijia completed the demon seeding, became rigid!

Not in the subjective sense of discovering Wang Zijia and becoming stiff, but rather, he became completely immobile.

He seemed to lose all signs of life in an instant, turning into a statue.

Although Wang Zijia had completed the demon seeding, he could no longer feel the other’s Chaotic Sea of Knowledge, or rather, the person had turned from a living being into an object in the blink of an eye!

Soon after, the colors on the other’s body became more and more monochromatic, more and more distorted, and finally turned into a black and white statue.

"Clang!"

With a soft sound, the black and white statue shattered into a heap of jumbled runic symbols in front of Wang Zijia.

The runes flickered like grains of sand scattering on the ground.

Then, one by one, the runes began to fade, all the chaos gradually vanishing.

In a matter of mere breaths, a living person disappeared without a trace in front of Wang Zijia.

Not dead, for before disappearing, Wang Zijia was certain that the fellow was truly human, but now, it was as if he’d never existed at all.

Only after all the chaotic symbols had disintegrated did those fading runes seem to coalesce into specks of Spiritual Light, flying into Wang Zijia’s eyes.

Wang Zijia dodged in surprise, then failed to avoid it.

His golden pupils flickered for a moment, with no other changes, and he sensed his Chaotic Sea of Knowledge but no new weights emerged.

"What on earth is this?"

Wang Zijia, gazing at the empty Cultivation Room before him, was caught in astonishment, speechless for a long while.

A living person had just disintegrated into runes and become nothingness without any warning!

...

After a moment of silence, Wang Zijia began to carefully study the area where the disintegration had occurred.

After scrutinizing it for a while, he could not discern any rationale, and with insufficient information, he couldn’t even hazard a guess, leaving Wang Zijia no choice but to give up.

Without alerting anyone, he once again slipped out of the Cave Mansion.

Standing in front of the Cave Mansion and hesitating for an instant, Wang Zijia did not proceed to the other two Tribulation Crossing Cultivators to attempt demon seeding again.

For the time being, it was better to clarify the general situation of the world, to at least confirm if it was really Shen Hong, if he had indeed come to a parallel space-time.

Then, on that basis, he could begin to sort out the other irregularities.

...

With the Identity Token left by the Tribulation Crossing Cultivator who had vanished, Wang Zijia quietly headed for the Scripture Pavilion.

He moved as if he was entering an uninhabited domain.

For a Celestial Immortal, or even a Great Cultivator akin to a Profound Immortal, infiltrating the home of a Tribulation faction, especially one skilled in Array Dao, was akin to a place with no defenses!

He could come and go thrice without anyone noticing!

All sorts of defenses were useless against Wang Zijia.

In just a moment, he breezed through the Main Peak and arrived at the foot of the Back Mountain, nestled between several mountains lay a small Canyon.

Here there were several core buildings, considered the Forbidden area of the Taishi family, where the most important items were kept.

Wang Zijia headed straight for one of the seven-story jade Pavilion, ignoring the host of guards and layers of protection, and entered the Pavilion.

Inside the Pavilion was a traditional arrangement of bookshelves, which relieved Wang Zijia.

He was afraid it would be some unknown peculiar arrangement, making it difficult to quietly examine the Classics, in which case he would only have been able to use the obtained Identity Token to try another method.

He stealthily entered the first floor of the Pavilion, not bothering to go higher.