My Scales Can Make Equivalent Exchange
Chapter 894 - 740: The Great Chase in the Forbidden Land

Chapter 894: Chapter 740: The Great Chase in the Forbidden Land

The floating altar in the void before him rapidly shrank and was caught by Wang Zijia, cradled in the palm of his hand, slightly levitating.

Countless golden silk threads moved upon it, with their other ends piercing the void, leading to the unknown.

Wang Zijia’s body was enveloped in silver energy, following the guidance of the silk threads, he stepped forward, and the thunder, as if a servant, vanished with him.

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Wang Zijia disappeared abruptly, leaving behind the crowd in the sky, bewildered and dumbfounded.

From the appearance of Zhu Xinghe to now, it was only a moment, whether it was the low-level monks underground or the immortals in the sky, everyone was dumbfounded at this moment.

They hadn’t yet grasped what had specifically happened.

All they knew was that two awe-inspiring peak Celestial Immortals had suddenly come looking for trouble.

However, just as the battle had begun, that most awe-inspiring old man, as if having a spasm, started to flee desperately in the sky.

Red Sun Immortal Venerate just smiled and waved his hand, doing nothing else.

And that awe-inspiring old man, as if encountering a great terror, kept flickering in the sky.

After letting out a cry of despair, a mass of blood burst from his body, and the man suddenly died as if he had been dead for many years!

After the blood escaped, the remaining Black Robe also fled.

The Immortal Venerate seemed to have no intention of letting his target go, held rituals, and pursued.

Everything seemed clear, yet inexplicably left everyone in bewilderment.

The low-level disciples are one thing; the Immortal Venerate is so powerful, being able to enlighten more than a dozen immortals, so driving off two immortals should be easy, but a group of immortals were somewhat dumbstruck.

"Uh... were the two who just arrived really Celestial Immortals?"

"They should be, even peak-level existences of Celestial Immortals. Didn’t you see how they completely ignored the dozen or so of us?"

"What is this the Alliance Leader is doing?"

"It seemed like the Alliance Leader really did just casually perform some minor spell?"

"Could it be that the Alliance Leader invited them to perform for us?"

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"The one who arrived seems to be the Patriarch of Xinghe Valley!"

"I looked into it recently and it seems to be a top-level Celestial Immortal with a Mysterious Immortal Fruit Position!"

"What exactly happened just now?"

"Tao Fruit? Could it be a battle related to the Dao?"

"Tao Fruit... Could our Alliance Leader actually have been a sage back in the day?"

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A group of immortals were helplessly talking after Wang Zijia disappeared.

And below, after a brief silence, there was an uproar, with the disciples discussing excitedly, their voices filling the sky.

The group of immortals looked at each other, and Ding Haiping turned to Frost Road, "What do we do now?"

"Let’s wait and see if the old man needs support."

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In the northern part of the Spirit Suppressing Realm, a certain desolate mountain, space fluctuated slightly, and a blood-colored light group flew out.

The blood-colored light group paused for an instant, and then activated some kind of space treasure, a corpse emerged, and without any hesitation, the blood-colored light group dived into it.

The corpse writhed rapidly, vitality continuously emerging, and in just a few breaths, it turned into a living person.

Moreover, it was as if the corpse itself was resurrected, no longer Zhu Xinghe, nor having the aura of the blood mass, completely the original corpse revived.

Or rather, as long as he had a corpse, Blood Cicada could be anyone.

Therefore, at this moment, he merely possessed the cultivation of an Earth Immortal and was only at the Middle Stage, not even at the Late Stage, let alone being a Celestial Immortal.

Clearly, the enemy possessed incredibly miraculous parasitic characteristics, but as a result, lost the potential to have a powerful fighting force of its original body.

"Damn it, how could this happen, what kind of method did Li Shenghong, that old scoundrel, use?"

After being resurrected, the corpse looked terrible, quickly checking itself.

His eyes flickered with blood, his unique Dao power being compulsorily employed, but still, he found no problems.

He was sure that there was something wrong with himself, but he just couldn’t find it.

Just as he was about to use some method to check again, he suddenly paused, frowning, his bloody eyes scanning his surroundings.

"Nangong Old Ghost, come out, it’s no fun like this."

The gaze of Blood Cicada’s blood-colored eyes finally settled on a certain spot as he spoke indifferently.

As he spoke, specs of black smoke moved, and a black-robed old Taoist, Nangong Shaolian, emerged from the void.

It was none other than the one Zhu Xinghe had called to assist, that old Taoist.

Neither took reckless action, and after sizing each other up for an instant, Nangong Shaolian suddenly spoke, "You’re not Old Monster Xinghe, who are you exactly?"

"Who I am, is that any of your business? We’re even now, right?" Blood Cicada said.

"Yes, we’re even now." The black-robed Nangong Shaolian spoke, still scrutinizing Blood Cicada, with increasingly presumptuous eyes, "You seem to be in bad shape?"

Blood Cicada smiled complacently, calmly saying, "You can try making a move if you like."

Nangong Shaolian looked at Blood Cicada, his aura pausing, still not making a move, saying:

"During the fight earlier, you said that guy had a Tao Fruit? And you were afflicted by his Dao Law, yet now it seems you’ve shaken it off? Can you share what method you used? Let me, Old Daoist, broaden my horizons."

"Hmph! With just you..." The Blood Cicada was about to say something with a smirk of contempt.

Suddenly, he felt a terrifying chill and his pupils flashed with bloody light as he abruptly looked up.

Above him, not far away, a dense mass of silk threads emerged from the void, entangling him directly.

His figure flickered again, but these threads were even more terrifying than the golden light spots before and, with his problem of cultivation, he was entangled by the threads after only a few flickers.

The next moment, the threads penetrated his body, and that horrifying erosion came upon him again.

"Damn it, what method is Li Shenghong using to track me down like this!"

As the Blood Cicada roared in desperation, his struggles were fruitless, and he gritted his teeth once more.

A blood-colored light group emerged, and a living person once again turned into a corpse and fell. And the light group split again, leaving behind a blood pearl before the larger portion fled into the void and disappeared.

Nangong Shaolian, unable to see the silk threads, could only stare in astonishment at the Blood Cicada’s spasms.

He guessed that Wang Zijia might have caught up to them, but also feared that the Blood Cicada was feigning to trick him into running away, thus he hesitated.

It was just that moment of hesitation, the swift-moving Blood Cicada had already abandoned the corpse and the vegetable-like sub-body, disappearing into the void.

Then he saw Wang Zijia and Lei Ting suddenly appear out of thin air.

...

As soon as Wang Zijia emerged, he saw the blood pearl that had completed the Demon Seeding due to his curse.

Certainly, it was another division of body.

He reached out and grabbed the blood pearl, not immediately doing anything, but turned his head to look to the side.

At this moment, Nangong Shaolian was looking at Wang Zijia with uncertainty.

"What now, fellow Daoist, are you ready to stand up for Zhu Xinghe and have a fight against me?" Wang Zijia didn’t intend to engage in combat, but asked in this manner.

The tense Nangong youth immediately shook his head and gave a bow to Wang Zijia, saying, "I apologize for today’s transgression. I too was deceived by him!"

Wang Zijia looked at him, remaining silent.

The Nangong youth said no more and disappeared in a decisive flash.

Wang Zijia did not take any further action either.

Strictly speaking, there was no enmity between him and the other party, certainly not to the extent of fighting for their lives with a Celestial Immortal. Emotional and material interests did not reach that level.

Killing a Celestial Immortal was no easy feat without special circumstances!

Lei Ting was a very good example. Even though there had been so much preparation initially, it was ultimately successful due to Wang Zijia’s prior manipulation of the sixth operation.

...

After the other party disappeared, Wang Zijia looked at the second blood pearl division in his hand again.

"Hah, I really want to see how many times you can split!"

You should know, this is not as simple as when Wang Zijia threw out Paper Figures, just leaving a decoy.

It was due to the special nature of the other party’s body, parting a segment of their essence and severing the connection, letting it transform into another complete existence.

It was a strategy of sacrificing a piece to save the whole—an action surely not without great cost.

As Wang Zijia spoke, he gestured with his hand, and the second blood pearl flew into the mini altar held in his hand.

In an instant, the mini altar held aloft by Wang Zijia flickered and released more threads, rushing into the void like a giant web.

Wang Zijia was shrouded in space-time energy, disappearing in another flicker with Lei Ting following closely behind.

...

In the southern regions of the Spirit Suppressing Realm, in a wilderness, the blood-colored light group once again broke through the air.

A spatial treasure fluctuated once more, and he pulled out another coffin, which also contained an Earth Immortal. However, the corpse was not perfect; there was a large hole in the chest.

No, this time it wasn’t a corpse, but rather a critically ill person in slumber.

It was probably the Patriarch from the Xinghe Valley, with the Earth Immortal Peak cultivation.

The sinful aura of the Blood Cicada fluctuated as it first unlocked the external seal of the coffin. However, before he could enter and undertake parasitism, his entire body went rigid.

He decisively packed away the item and his figure flickered, disappearing from the spot.

When he broke through the air again, he was ten thousand miles away, incredibly bedraggled as he fell from the void.

Behind him, dense golden threads, as if alive, relentlessly pursued him.

No matter what method of escape he used, the threads could follow the guidance of the void, tracking him and constantly closing the distance.

Within moments, the blood-colored light group was once again enveloped in threads.

This time, the erosion was even more exaggerated and twice as fast as before; in the blink of an eye, he was immobilized.

Resisting by all means available, yet unable to remove them, he could only slow the process slightly with his Dao power.

Resigned, the Blood Cicada split off another blood pearl, forming another self, while his original body flickered and disappeared once again.

The threads completed the Demon Seeding with the new self instantly, and as the blood group disappeared, Wang Zijia had already pursued rapidly due to completing the Demon Seeding on the new blood pearl.

The two barely missed each other as they left one after the other, passing by simultaneously.

"Hah, you sure can run!"

Unchanged in emotion, Wang Zijia tossed the blood pearl into the blood-colored altar in his palm, and as more mediums were added, the resulting karmic threads became increasingly extravagant.

They spread into the void like a blanket, and once more, Wang Zijia disappeared.

In the wilderness to the east of the Spirit Suppressing Realm, the southern town, the uninhabited northern areas, and the mountains to the west, he kept appearing and disappearing...