My Scales Can Make Equivalent Exchange
Chapter 643 - 553

Chapter 643: 553

"Transformation using a prosthetic body isn’t anything like the Painted Skin technique."

With that, Wang Zijia said no more, and the sleeve also ceased its movement.

For now, Wuyouzi wasn’t much of a help, but it was good to have him around as a precaution.

Having checked himself, Wang Zijia hesitated no longer. Along with the Skin Demon, representing two disciples, they returned the way they came.

Upon arriving at the entrance area of the underground palace from before, he reached into his sleeve and pulled out his Identity token.

The array waves fluctuated, the main gate opened again, and Wang Zijia cautiously stepped inside.

As soon as he entered, he felt scanned, causing his body to tense slightly.

Luckily, nothing unexpected happened, and he was able to blend in successfully, which allowed him to breathe a quiet sigh of relief.

Past the main gate, Wang Zijia found that the core area was still a labyrinth of tombs in the underground palace.

The whole place was grandly decorated, but the core place seemed too towering.

The outer tomb area of the underground palace was also quite large, but the height of five to six meters wasn’t beyond human scale. Now, with the height a bit under ten meters, it didn’t seem like it was built for people.

"This style... It reminds me of ancient temples, doesn’t it?"

This style was something Wang Zijia had seen before in the relics of the Tianhong Dynasty.

It was then that he had a fierce battle with the Fox Taoist and acquired the Demonic Bone Skin-Painting Art. Through continuous cultivation, he had possessed the Skin Demon Instrument Body, a sneaky means that was comparable to having a second incarnation.

"So, is this also one of the Relics of the Ghost God which was buried during the Divine Dao Extinction Period?"

In this train of thought, Wang Zijia stealthily moved towards the various temples in the palace.

Wuyouzi has no knowledge of this place, and the two disciples Wang Zijia had chosen were only responsible for delivering things.

Even after doing so every three days for over a decade, aside from the route of delivery, they knew nothing else.

The entire Hall Area bore few traces of people. Wang Zijia constantly explored around, but most places seemed to be empty?

His eyes twinkled with golden light. Guided by his cultivation of the array, Wang Zijia estimated the direction of the formation eye and continued to probe forward.

The next moment, Wang Zijia, while moving around a corner, collided head-on with another person.

Both of them were stunned.

Wang Zijia looked at the young man in front of him who had appeared when they collided. According to his divine thought perception, this person was non-existent.

The young man’s face was vague, he was dressed in full gear, looking like a mundane martial artist, with impressive stealth means.

The young man also looked at him, pupils contracted. At this moment, Wang Zijia appeared even more terrifying to him. Even after bumping into him, only a vague outline emerged, his body remained invisible, like a non-existent ghost.

The next moment, both their eyes flashed cold simultaneously.

"Demon Eye: Soul Locking!"

"Mind’s Eye: Controlling the Soul through Seven Apertures!"

Both of them surprisingly chose the Mind Way spells that create minimal disturbance but possess terrifying power.

"Huh!"

"Hmph!"

Their divine lights collided, and both of them let out a muffled grunt.

Their cultivation level was almost the same, both were peak Infant God monks.

The next moment, Wang Zijia slightly tilted his head, narrowly avoiding a sword light that sought to decapitate him.

However, the young man’s figure was struck like lightning, and his chest was pierced by an invisible Streaming Light.

"Horrk!"

The man spat out a mouthful of fresh blood and retreated explosively. A gaping wound appeared on his chest, and blood flowed out.

"Mother-Child Shadowless Sword? No, this power belongs to Primordial Magnet. Are you a direct disciple of Liangyi Sword Sect?"

’Huh? An outsider? How did he get here?’ Wang Zijia, on the other hand, was taken aback and was about to make a move again.

"Wait, since you aren’t from the Magic sect, we don’t need to fight to the death. I snuck in here too, what happened just now was a misunderstanding, I’ll accept defeat for this sword blow. If we fight here, neither of us will come out ahead!"

Seeing Wang Zijia’s intent to attack again, the man quickly spoke up.

Wang Zijia paused, his aura still locked onto the man, and asked, "You aren’t from the Spirit Suppressing Realm, are you? Who are you, which Domain are you from, and how did you get here?"

"You’re no different, brother Daoist. I didn’t expect that the Liangyi Sword Sect has produced another Primordial Magnet disciple. I haven’t heard about it in recent years!" The young man looked at Wang Zijia but didn’t reveal his identity.

Aside from his understanding of the Spirit Suppressing Realm, Wang Zijia’s knowledge of the other eight Domains in Shen Hong could only be described as scanty.

Let alone the other major Immortal Domains, even within the Southern Spirit Three Domains of the same Immortal Domain, he only had an understanding of the Spirit Suppressing Realm.

The primary reason is that his cultivation period was too short. His everyday review and accumulation of all sorts of knowledge was still far too insufficient.

He had no idea about the Liangyi Sword Sect, but he could tell from the his opponent’s words that it was probably an ancient Major Sect that was built around the Liangyi Primordial Magnetism Sword as its core inheritance.

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Both of them stared at the other with their bodies tensed, neither daring to act rashly. This was far from an ideal place for a fight.

The young man carefully controlled his injuries, afraid of causing a misunderstanding which might provoke Wang Zijia to attack again.

The wound on his chest was constantly healing and then distorting again. His flesh and blood rolled outwards, charred, torn open and even slightly exploded from time to time, making him grind his teeth in pain.

Such a soft stroke, besides the Primordial Magnet, there were so many negative aspects to it that they inflicted significant injury to him, causing him a toothache!

Under such a quiet and oppressive atmosphere, silence lingered for a few dozen breaths.

Wang Zijia suddenly asked, "How long have you been sneaking around?"

His words no longer tangled with identity and origin.

The man let out a quiet sigh of relief, and keeping in line with the unspoken agreement, he didn’t ask about Wang Zijia’s origin. He replied, "For about five days!"