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With just one move, he frightened away the Yaksha Clan expert, who was also a top-tier Mahayana. Truly invincible.
"Teacher... Senior Brother, your 'Extre Point Shatter' is really powerful," Yang Ji relaxed inwardly and quickly transford into an adoring junior brother, moving forward with a smile to offer his complints.
"The 'Primordial Annihilation' you've comprehended is not bad either. Like my 'Extre Point Shatter', both are Immortal Techniques derived from this stele. Study it well, and when you reach my level of cultivation, you too can shatter it with one punch!
Oh right, from now on just call Senior Brother, no need to call Senior." The middle-aged man patted Yang Ji's shoulder before returning to the stone platform.
"Yang Ji, they're willing to take action for you, which ans they recognize you. With these several experts by your side, who would dare to trouble you in the future?" The Immortal Elder communicated telepathically.
"It seems this is my chance!" Yang Ji said with a smile, casting a grateful look at the five experts.
"Primordial Annihilation? Extre Point Shatter? Could it be that person?" Suddenly, the Rot Wooden Box muttered to himself.
"Senior, who exactly?" Yang Ji asked curiously.
"Unspeakable, unthinkably, this person is sowhat extraordinary, and we have so grievances. If I were to inadvertently think of his true na, I estimate he would sense , and then my situation would probably be dire," confessed the Rot Wooden Box with so trepidation, "His techniques are quite formidable, all of them are Immortal Techniques with extre lethality.
Even in the Immortal Realm people wish to learn but can't, yet he has actually established a legacy stone stele in this Lower Realm. Interesting indeed."
"Oh?" Hearing what the Rot Wooden Box said, Yang Ji was quite curious, wanting to see the information displayed above his head but also not daring to look.
Fearful that just like the Rot Wooden Box said, thinking or speaking his true na might allow that person to sense him from afar.
If he really did co to take the Rot Wooden Box away, it would indeed be... a great loss.
After all, Yang Ji was still coveting the invincible Immortal Techniques and the Evil Ancestor True Scripture that the Rot Wooden Box possessed.
Right then and there, he resisted the urge to look while his heart couldn't help but be wildly agitated.
The person even the Rot Wooden Box holds in awe must certainly be a Giant Immortal King with invincible Immortal Techniques, maybe even a Supre Titan.
Such a figure would be far stronger than ordinary Immortal Kings like Qingyang Immortal King, those who fear death. The Immortal Techniques left behind by such a person would certainly be extraordinary.
No wonder the Yaksha Clan's top Mahayana, using the Immortal Technique 'Night Emperor Divine Fist' against 'Extre Point Shatter', was so easily defeated.
I expect the creator of that Night Emperor Divine Fist, in terms of his mastery of the Great Dao, falls far short compared to that figure.
In this mont, Yang Ji was imnsely relieved. Thankfully, he didn't receive the inheritance of that old goat Qingyang Immortal King. If he had learned the techniques created by him, he probably would have been tainted with his fearfulness, and his invincible aura might have been eroded away.
At this mont, he couldn't help but feel a silent sigh for Bai Bi.
In the blink of an eye, he was smiling again and sat back on the stone platform, continuing to study the Immortal Techniques conveyed within.
Ti flew like a shuttle, swift as an arrow.
Another thirty years passed in the blink of an eye.
During these thirty years, the smooth-skinned elder occasionally brought destined people here, but none could truly comprehend the techniques from the stele. It was too difficult.
How could people lacking in understanding ever hope to comprehend it?
Not to ntion invincible Immortal Techniques, even ordinary Immortal Techniques were beyond their grasp.
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Years passed, one after another.
In the blink of an eye, another fifty years went by.
Yang Ji had now spent a full hundred years in this small world.
In those hundred years, he had successfully brought 'Primordial Annihilation' to the minor achievent stage, yet he still was unable to ascend to the second layer of stone platforms.
It was on this very day, in this very year, that the five individuals on the stone platforms all opened their eyes simultaneously, standing up in a rare move, and descended from Stone Mountain.
"Little Junior Brother, don't just stand there, co down the mountain!" The young man with the tranquil deanor passed by Yang Ji, patting his shoulder.
"Senior Brother, why is this happening?" Yang Ji was puzzled but seeing everyone rise and descend from Stone Mountain, he followed suit.
"This small world is about to close. We must leave," the young man explained.
"About to close?" Yang Ji was confused.
"This small world opens once every eight hundred years, and after eight hundred years, it will conceal itself, only to reappear in the next cycle. And to allow more fated individuals to see it, the location of the small world is unknown; it will randomly appear sowhere in the Myriad Realms," the young man said.
"Is that so?" Yang Ji looked towards the stone stele, feeling sowhat reluctant, "If this small world is closing, why should we leave? Why not stay and continue to study the Immortal Techniques? Wasting eight hundred years in between seems too regrettable."
"Little Junior Brother is not aware, once the doorway to this world closes, the stele will also vanish. If you stay in this world where spiritual energy is scarce, not only will you be unable to comprehend any Immortal Techniques, but you will also have wasted eight hundred years for nothing.
Eight hundred years is neither long nor short, but to sit idly for so long would surely be wasteful," laughed the young man.
"Is that how it is?" Yang Ji was startled.
"Little Junior Brother, where do you plan to go?" asked the young man.
"? I don't know!" Yang Ji glanced at the stele once more. In truth, he wanted to stay in this small world for eight hundred years, quietly awaiting the reappearance of the stele.
Because once he left, and the small world reopened at random, he didn't know if he would be able to find it again.
But just as the young man said, eight hundred years was indeed too long. At the mont, every minute was precious to him; he still needed to amass the essence for achieving the title of Daoist.
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