Master of Strange Dao

A small confrontation had a far-reaching impact; the vast majority of people wouldn't sense anything.

Those who were not involved, even those of the Ninth Tier, might not detect anything.

Those who could perceive a trace or feel a slight ripple either possessed immense strength like a giant or had some connection to the path of confrontation, typically those on the threshold of the Tenth Tier.

Within Jinlan Mountain, You Zhen had a solemn expression as he stood in the courtyard, his whole body seemingly burning with Qi-blood.

In a haze, he seemed to sense something; he didn't clearly know what it was, but his instincts prompted him to stand and do something.

In the void, a brawny man napping on a meteor suddenly opened his eyes; before his consciousness even returned, his whole body erupted with Qi-blood, transforming into a long river of blood spiraling above the meteor.

As the brawny man groggily awakened, the river of blood abruptly retracted, and the meteor shattered into dust beneath him.

The man stood in mid-air, scratching his head.

"What happened?"

He carefully sensed around, suddenly letting out a laugh.

"Hey, that's rather interesting. Is there a Tenth Tier Body Cultivation appearing?

That can't be right; how could anyone reach the Tenth Tier now?

Even that big guy back then only advanced to the Tenth Tier in the void.

So what's going on?"

The man's sensing was vague, but he seemed to perceive that the path he would take was trembling violently.

A tremor that shook his soul emerged, barely detectable; it seemed like a fierce collision between paths.

He didn't quite understand—how could there be someone with the strength to cause such a pure collision when cultivators couldn't even advance to the Tenth Tier now?

Moreover, it seemed like more than two were involved in the collision.

"Forget it. This void is useless; I better go back and see what happened."

The man looked around, finding nothing but emptiness. Unsure how far he'd drifted, he closed his eyes, sensed momentarily, then flew toward a direction with his eyes still closed.

The surrounding void, lacking reference points, made his rapid speed appear as though he were stationary.

Time passed unknowingly until a faint glimmer suddenly appeared in the void; the man extended his hands, shouted, muscles bulging, his body expanding as Qi-blood roared, ripples spreading outward from him.

Yet, the dissipating force was forcibly reined back, gathered together, then with his fingers bladed, he thrust toward that point of light.

In an instant, that faint glow expanded in his sight.

The point where his hand blade pierced happened to be an imperceptible seam.

With a crack, a branch-like fissure appeared; the man forcibly pried open a crack and leaped into it, disappearing.

At an undersea place in the East Sea, a space rift manifested, and the man emerged from it.

Upon emerging, sensing the aura around him, the man frowned slightly.

"I only left for a few years, and these sea monsters dare to be so rampant?"

With a wave of his hand, the sea before him was forcibly parted, and he walked forward over the air.

Emerging from the void, he saw in the near distance a great demon with a shark head and a human body grappling with several cultivators, its true body towering a thousand feet.

In the sky, three warships were swiftly approaching.

The man raised an eyebrow, discerning his location; it turned out to be the Dali East Sea region.

Returning from the void, only offset by tens of thousands of miles wasn't too much deviation.

However, according to his sensing, there shouldn't have been such a large deviation.

It was only when the giant shark demon turned around that he noticed something familiar hanging from the shark's waist—a pendant that looked strikingly familiar.

It seemed to be a temple...

The man grinned, laughing aloud.

It wasn't that his sensing was wrong; someone had taken away the beacon he left behind.

Bursting into laughter, the man flew into the sky.

"These guys really have a short memory. I just took a nap, and they dared to dig out the life temples the common folk set up for me; fine, that's fine."

The man laughed heartily, but as he advanced, his body rapidly expanded.

In a few steps, he transformed into a giant over a thousand feet tall, his skin covered in cracks, steam rising from his body as his feet plunged into the sea, generating vast plumes of steam.

Qi-blood was like a furnace, and his physical body resembled a divine devil, grinning ferociously with divine light shining in his eyes.

The giant shark demon, suppressing the human cultivators, turned to look and trembled violently. Its small eyes full of aggressiveness instantly widened; the aggressiveness vanished instantly, its eyes quaking in terror.

"Peeling!"

A scream, altered in tone, erupted; the giant shark hesitated not a second, its figure shaking as it turned and fled, wasting no time.

"You damned beast, dare to dig my temple! If I don't peel your skin today, everyone will think they can bully me."

Peeling roared fiercely, his face savage, veins bulging on his forehead, his breath like scorching wind. With a shrug of his shoulders, four thick arms suddenly grew from beneath his ribs and shoulders.

A bulge of his neck produced another head.

Two faces wore fierce expressions simultaneously.

As the giant shark fled madly, it threw the pendant from its waist.

"Misunderstanding, it's a misunderstanding, I didn't do it, it really wasn't me, I just found it! I really just found it!"

The giant Peeling extended a hand, catching the life temple, seemingly slow in pace, yet in a few strides, he caught up with the giant shark.