Transmigrating over ten thousand years late, I was forced to become a mighty presence

Just as he had decided to flee Luliang City, Bai Zhao was chased by the Return-to-Void Great Ghost King, feeling a mixture of fear and fortune.

The opponent acted so swiftly, proving that the Return-to-Void Great Ghost King had long set his sights on him. If he did not flee Luliang City, he would have faced certain death.

Bai Zhao's original plan in the face of the Great Ghost King's pursuit was to run desperately. The main goal of the other party was to conquer Luliang City, and they would not spend too much time on him.

As long as he persisted until he left the territory of Luliang City, there was a great chance to shake off the pursuit of the Great Ghost King.

All these thoughts were wonderful until Bai Zhao had just left Luliang City, when he saw a powerful expert break through space and descend, annihilating all the Hell specters with a single sword strike.

Shattering Void, that was a technique only the Void Refining powerful experts had. The arrival of a Void Refining powerful expert could determine the outcome of the entire battlefield.

Regret began to rise in Bai Zhao's heart, but what happened next made him regret even more.

The Return-to-Void Great Ghost King, seeing the projection of Hell's tributary severed, realized that with the arrival of a Void Refining powerful expert, he could no longer escape in the face of the power to shatter voids and decided to pursue Bai Zhao even more desperately in a final bid to take someone down with him before his death.

Bai Zhao, who was at the Spirit Refining Peak and whose birth sign spirit treasure Destiny Selection Compass had been lost, had also had most of his Natural Divine Power crippled by Shen Yuan and had not yet recovered. How could he withstand the pursuit of the Return-to-Void Great Ghost King who was burning his Spirit Soul?

In utter panic, Bai Zhao completely abandoned his dignity and turned to rush towards Luliang City, seeking help from the Void Refining powerful expert.

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Shen Yuan, observing the rapidly approaching Bai Zhao, couldn't help but feel a hint of surprise in his eyes.

When he first arrived, he had only noticed Bai Zhao choosing to flee and did not pay much attention to him. It was not until now, when he focused on Bai Zhao, did Shen Yuan see through to his true identity hidden beneath his appearance.

"The reincarnation of Demon Saint Bai Ze, I merely crippled your Natural Divine Power last time. I did not expect you to have come to Ying Island."

As a smile deepened in his eyes, Shen Yuan chose not to intervene, letting Bai Zhao continue his frantic escape.

Seeing this, the Return-to-Void Great Ghost King, with Netherworld energy transforming into a gigantic ghost claw, struck down at Bai Zhao with a sky-obscuring might.

Bai Zhao, gritting his teeth, bit his tongue tip and sprayed out a mouthful of blood, which turned into a blood shadow clone appearing dozens of miles away.

"Boom!"

The mountains trembled, destroying everything, but just before the ghost claw fell, Bai Zhao switched places with his blood shadow clone, allowing him to narrowly escape death.

As his lifeblood drained rapidly, Bai Zhao's face turned pale at a visibly quick pace.

Despite this, he could only grit his teeth and forcibly rouse his spirit, continuing to approach Shen Yuan.

"You wish!"

The Return-to-Void Great Ghost King, with a furious expression, unsheathed the broken samurai sword at his waist. The countless dispersed Yin spirits and killing intent from the entire battlefield converged, forming a manifestation over a thousand feet tall.

With a single slash, the ground immediately cracked, and the clouds in the firmament scattered, as if a gigantic rift had been cut through the sky and earth.

Beads of sweat stood on Bai Zhao's skin as he felt the presence of death become so intense it could not be heightened further. His innate instincts told him that the figure clad in white like an immortal was his only chance for survival.

In his fearful state of mind, Bai Zhao spoke loudly:

"I hail from the lands of Great Xia, privy to many of its secrets. If you could lend me a hand, I would be willing to serve before you like an ox or horse!"

As his voice spread in all directions, a gentle chuckle sounded nonchalantly.

"Had you said so earlier, wouldn't you have avoided trouble?"

Shen Yuan, now already standing before Bai Zhao, slowly raised a fair forefinger, easily parrying the shining slash of the sword.

The several-hundred-feet-long sword was immense, yet it could not disturb that single forefinger in the slightest.

Bai Zhao watched this scene, feeling as though he had narrowly avoided death, with shock evident in his eyes.

Indeed, there was a vast gap between the Return-to-Void Realm and the Void Refining True Monarch, but the slash of the Return-to-Void Great Ghost King, forged by hundreds of thousands of Wandering Souls from the entire battlefield, was comparable to a strike from a Void Refining True Monarch.

However, such force was thwarted by Shen Yuan with a simple forefinger, sufficient to prove that the person before him was far from a simple Void Refining True Monarch.

The next moment, cracks began to spread from the tip of Shen Yuan's finger, with the Wandering Souls' forged sword shattering in an instant.

But it did not end there. The cracks continued to spread to the body of the Return-to-Void Great Ghost King as the tremendously powerful figure of the battlefield shattered like a statue.

And from the beginning to the end, Shen Yuan had only lifted a forefinger, having not used any Divine Skills or Spells.

Looking at Shen Yuan's back, Bai Zhao subconsciously shivered, a sudden, unexplained fear rising within him.

Suppressing the unease in his heart, Bai Zhao forced a smile on his face and respectfully said to Shen Yuan:

"Thank you for your help, may I know your honored name?"

Shen Yuan slowly turned around, looking at the reverently behaving Bai Zhao with interest.

"It seems the Demon Saint truly has a poor memory!"

Bai Zhao's heart skipped a beat, almost picturing the familiar sensation that filled his eyes at that moment; a terrifying name suddenly rose in his mind.

"Supreme Taoist!"

Bai Zhao instinctively thought about escaping, but reason immediately dismissed that foolish thought.

Years ago, the Supreme Taoist could almost cripple him across thousands of miles; it would be all the more certain now.