My Scales Can Make Equivalent Exchange
Chapter 512 - 456: Will we meet again?

Chapter 512: Chapter 456: Will we meet again?

However, Wang Zijia did not intend to stop. His eyes gleamed with a golden light as he quickly observed each of the old man’s avatars.

Simultaneously, he cracked a grin as his flesh eerily began to wriggle. Like shedding skin or discarding clothes, his skin split open from the bridge of his nose, peeling off layer by layer as new avatars emerged one by one.

Aside from a crack on the front, each of the avatars appeared identical to Wang Zijia’s original body, even their aura was the same.

In the blink of an eye, dozens of individuals emerged, each governed by a divine thought, equipped with sinister smiles, and purely resembling real people.

A moment ago, he had been a solemn practitioner of the Earth-element Dao from the Profound Sect Orthodox School, yet in a span of seconds, he had transformed into this bizarre manifestation. This sudden change induced a momentary rigidity in the Bloodsmoke Old Daoist’s actions and expression.

In this instant, he realized that he had encountered a tough opponent.

As a Big Shot of the Heterodox Dao, he knew better than anyone that those who could master the Heterodox Dao to this extent were not normal.

Hence, the Big Shots of the Heterodox Dao dreaded encountering each other the most.

After all, when two crazed individuals clashed, the fight would undoubtedly become unreasonable!

Moreover, the opponent was from the Wanyu Sect, a Heterodox Dao Monk from the Profound Sect Orthodox School. If they deviated from the righteous path to tread on the Heterodox Dao, there could only be one possibility— such skills in the Heterodox Dao were nearly demonic in nature!!!

The old man was slightly startled within, no longer daring to be reckless.

In the next moment, one of his avatars rapidly expanded, morphing into an enormous headless giant. Adjacent to him, a flying skull floated idly, its bizarre Dharma Idol watching Wang Zijia with cold eyes.

"Hmph!"

Wang Zijia’s original body also inflated as his Demonic Child technique manifested his Dharma Idol, joining the headless old man in combat.

The avatars also began intertwining in battle, with three to five Skin Demon avatars ganging up on each Bloodsmoke Phantom.

Amid the collision, Wang Zijia gradually gained a clear understanding of himself.

Compared to this Bloodsmoke Nascent God of the Heterodox Dao, he was slightly inferior in cultivation; however, the gap was no longer substantial.

As for his techniques...

In the midst of the combat, at one moment, Wang Zijia’s eyes burst forth with a dazzling golden light. Suddenly ignoring the massive headless Dharma Idol, he stared at a broken magic treasure lying on the ground within the ruined hall.

The next instant, the figure of an old Daoist emerged. The moment the opponent attempted to pick up something, he was struck by the divine light produced by Wang Zijia, resulting in a momentary stiffness.

Wang Zijia’s gaze was slightly cold. Ten pages flew out quickly, instantly fusing into one.

"Sealing Technique: Fusion·Magma Fireball!"

Ten near Nascent God-level Magma Fireball spells were fused into one and activated by Wang Zijia the next instant.

A dark red, human-head-sized fireball targeted the old man with a powerful lock, the ominous force of the fireball far exceeded the Dao Law strength of a Nascent God initial stage monk.

The old man’s body was only stiff for a moment before regaining freedom, but he had already been locked on by the fireball, and it was fast approaching.

Feeling the terrifying power of the fireball, the old man’s expression slightly changed.

A bloody light flashed, and a mottled, decayed-looking giant blood turtle shell emerged from illusion to reality, quickly condensing.

The old man completely withdrew into the turtle shell like a turtle, spinning the shell while residual bloody light emerged.

"Bang!"

In an instant, the Magma Fireball exploded. Instead of the expected earth-shattering explosion, the movement and noise were very minimal.

The entire human-head-sized fireball exploded into a pool of writhing molten rock, engulfing the turtle shell.

"Sizzle!"

Smoke began to rise in waves as a burnt smell permeated the surroundings.

"Hmph!"

With a sudden grunt of pain, the turtle shell shattered, and a streak of light plunged into the void. Space rippled mildly, and the old man disappeared without trace, leaving behind only a few bloodstains.

"This isn’t over! Although we’re headed in different directions now, we will meet again!"

A somewhat weak voice with a hint of gloom echoed as the old man fled to an unknown location.

Wang Zijia didn’t give chase but coldly gestured, summoning the puddle of blood on the ground. He carefully sealed it away.

’It’s still uncertain who exactly will be left unsettled, indeed we will meet again. I look forward to seeing if you’re still as arrogant the next time we meet!’

"Father, shouldn’t we give chase! If we let this old ghost escape, we might not be able to live in peace afterward!" After observing the battle from a distance, Chu Ziyu couldn’t help but speak out at last.

Wang Zijia turned to look at him and asked, "Do you recognize that old guy?"

Chu Ziyu shook his head, then nodded, "He should be a notorious heterodox cultivator in Changbao, known for hundreds of years: Feng Yingzhong. In his time, he made a name for himself in Changbao with his Bloodsmoke Illusion Technique, earning him a fearsome reputation."

"As he progressed to Nascent God, he gradually became a legend, and his whereabouts have not been known for nearly a hundred years."

"This man has a vengeful nature, and he is proficient in the Bloodsmoke Illusion Technique of the Dao of Illusion, a demonic practitioner who manipulates souls."

"Once he targets someone, and if he’s given time to work his magic, that person often suffers endless tortures. It becomes hard to distinguish between illusion and reality, ultimately leading to a loss of self."

Hmm, with his level of cultivation, he hardly sounded convincing. It seemed that he had either read or heard about it somewhere!

"Hah, manipulate souls? I want to see how he could make me not recognize myself!" Wang Zijia mocked unconcernedly.

Not to mention that the old man could not defeat him now, it would be even less likely after some time.

Moreover...

Wang Zijia glanced at the blood in his hand, revealing a hint of a smile as he kept it aside.

Who knows what the situation might be when they meet again!

...

Without further ado, Wang Zijia headed to the place where the old man had been, picking up a string of Buddha beads from the ground.

This was a fourth-grade ancient treasure, and it still had a hint of a spiritual light. If nurtured properly, given a few hundred years, it might just be restored to its former glory.