The First Demon of the Chan Sect

In the land at the Eastern Extremity of the Ancient Star, the scorching sun hung high in the sky, melting all the snowflakes in the Eastern Extremity into icy water, which flowed along the grooves and gullies on the ground into the thawing Endless Star Sea.

Slowly turning around, Xuan Tian looked at Li Qingming with a hint of confusion and annoyance, saying, "Qingming Fellow Daoist, what do you mean by this?"

Indeed, that green light shadow was cast by the hand of Li Qingming.

In fact, Li Qingming found it very strange that the Soul Searching Technique, when mentioned in Pangu's Great Thousand World, could be considered one of the most rudimentary magic. Why was it completely different in the Central Heaven World?

It seemed that none of the beings of the Central Heaven World used the Soul Searching Technique. Every time they failed to obtain the desired answers, they would simply exterminate their enemies. This approach was not good, causing a lot of trouble.

Li Qingming held the Jade Clear Light Ball that enveloped the Primordial Spirit of Demon Night and said, "Fellow Daoist, do not be anxious! I can obtain the answers you want from him!"

"Oh? What clever method do you have, Fellow Daoist?" Xuan Tian's eyes lit up as he asked eagerly.

Li Qingming chuckled and said, "I have a technique called Soul Search!"

"Soul Search? I seem to have heard of it from somewhere..." Xuan Tian murmured with furrowed brows, thinking for a long while, then asked again, "Fellow Daoist, what exactly is this Soul Searching Technique?"

Li Qingming tossed the green light ball in his hand, saying, "Fellow Daoist! As the name implies, Soul Search is about searching souls. It uses the Power of Primordial Spirit to probe all memories of a being, including those memories discarded in the corner, the ones they are least willing to recall. However..."

"However, what?" Xuan Tian quickly pressed for an answer.

"However, this Soul Searching Technique also has its drawbacks; it can potentially cause memory confusion in the being, or they might even become a complete idiot!" Li Qingming pondered for a moment before revealing the truth.

"Oh? No matter!" Xuan Tian slapped his thigh and bowed to Li Qingming again, saying, "Please, Fellow Daoist, cast your spell!"

Li Qingming nodded and said, "Fellow Daoist, please wait a moment!"

He placed the green sphere mid-air, with green light surging on his hands, preparing to insert the Seal Formation into the light ball.

"Po Suo you thief, meet your death!"

Suddenly, a robust voice, from far to near, interrupted Li Qingming's magic casting.

A giant azure dragon appeared in the distant sky, turning into a beam of light, and with furious roars, it fiercely rammed towards Po Suo.

Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be Zhan Long, who had returned once again!

"Not good!"

Po Suo, who had already quietly broken free from Xuan Tian's spatial shackles, was instantly alarmed and quickly dodged.

After all, the injuries on his body had not healed, and at the moment, he was only equivalent to a Great Power at the Quasi-Saint Middle Stage.

The War Dragon, full of vigor and at a clear Late Quasi-Saint Stage in cultivation, would have dealt a deadly blow if it struck him now.

Thus, his only option was to dodge, to evade as swiftly as possible.

"Whoosh!"

Po Suo retreated like a streak of golden lightning, but Zhan Long's speed was equally astonishing.

The Dragon Clan naturally had an advantage in speed, and furthermore, as a War Dragon that existed in the First Epoch, he possessed the Power of Time Law, akin to the innate ability granted by Pangu's Great Thousand World, just like the Candle Dragon extinguished by Li Qingming.

And the uniquely gifted Zhan Long, after being confined for more than an epoch, had gradually integrated the Power of Time Law with space, thus touching upon the domain of time.

Now, with the Late Quasi-Saint realm's prowess, his speed was utterly terrifying, shattering the Cycle, as if time itself was flowing backward.

Zhan Long, like a shadow tracing its form, pursued Po Suo swiftly and, when he was about a hundred paces away, reached out a claw to grab forward!

Zhan Long understood that he could not compete with his opponent in terms of Primordial Spirit. After all, there was a major realm of difference between them, and even though Po Suo was injured, the power of his Primordial Spirit was undeniable, making Po Suo's magic attacks certainly more formidable than his own.

However, Zhan Long believed that with his own unscathed physical body, he could definitely destroy Po Suo's injured body in close combat.

Many magics have to rely on the physical body to be cast. Without it, what big waves could a mere Primordial Spirit of Po Suo make?

It must be said, Zhan Long was also a very treacherous guy!

Unfortunately, what Zhan Long could think of, Po Suo apparently did not. Frightened out of his wits by everyone and Xuan Tian, Po Suo had only one thought—to flee, to leave this place, to escape this ancient star, and never to return!

"Po Suo, don't you fucking run!" Zhan Long closed another fifty zhang to Po Suo, his sharp Dragon Claw carrying a ruthless aura, almost touching Po Suo's skin.

"Hm?"

Po Suo felt a shiver on his skin and was scared out of his wits! If that claw had caught him, he would have definitely been left without even remnants.

Thinking of this outcome, an inexplicable strength erupted from Po Suo's body, and his figure suddenly accelerated.

"Damn it! I told you to run!" Zhan Long, driven by fury, actually spat out a mouthful of red Heart Blood Essence.

Bolstered by the essence blood, Po Suo's speed increased again, and in the next instant, he was already thirty zhang away from Po Suo.

"Swoosh!"

At this moment, Zhan Long decisively struck with his claw. The huge claw, mercilessly swinging, was like a blue mountain—dense and sharp, indestructible, viciously grabbing Po Suo's back.

"Splat!"

Blood splattered, bones broke, and muscles snapped. There wasn't the slightest suspense; Zhan Long's claw was simply too heavy, smashing him thoroughly through.

The huge, sharp claw pierced through Po Suo's back, emerging through the chest and abdomen. Aside from his head, Po Suo's upper body was nearly hollowed out.

Crimson blood, white bones, colorful intestines, fragments of blood foam... all mixed together, splashing everywhere!

Po Suo's miserable appearance was quite shocking!

"Ah!"

Po Suo let out a piercing scream, and suddenly a glistening Power of Faith began to overflow from his body, attempting to heal his damaged frame.

"Thinking of recovering? Go fuck yourself!" Zhan Long sneered coldly, opening his mouth to spray out a dense wave of Kui Water Yin Power, shattering the pristine Power of Faith.

"Buzz!"

Po Suo tried to regather the Power of Faith but found it incredibly difficult. Sensing imminent disaster, he hurriedly channeled his consciousness, Primordial Spirit, and soul into the relic golden core.

"Whoosh!" In a flash, it fled from the Sea of Consciousness in his mind, attempting to depart from the body and escape elsewhere.

However, the reality was much more brutal than his dreams.

"I've been guarding against this trick of yours!" Zhan Long bellowed, once more opening his mouth to spit out a small Seal Formation with a dragon carving.

The small seal expanded upon contact with the air, quickly growing to the size of a human head, and smashed down towards Po Suo's relic golden core.

"Ah..."

The dragon-carved Seal Formation, regardless of its grade as a Spiritual Treasure, managed to shatter the relic golden core at the Sub-Saint Peak level with just a single blow.

"Die!"

Madness flickered in Zhan Long's eyes as he directed the Seal Formation to press down once more. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to Qidian (qidian.com) to vote for recommendation tickets and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users, please visit m.qidian.com to read.)