Liu Ping raised an eyebrow in surprise.
Wang Cheng couldn't recall how he died. At this realization, Liu Ping flashed a harmless smile and respectfully said, "Greetings, fellow Daoist. I too have just erged from the depths below, unaware of who might have brought about my death."
Wang Cheng fixed him with a steady gaze and remarked, "...I sense traces of your involvent in my death."
Liu Ping's smile faltered montarily as he sighed, "It was rely an act of self-defense, fellow Daoist. Please don't hold it against . By the way, may I inquire as to your origins? And perhaps, would you be open to resolving any lingering hostility between us? I am willing to make ands."
Wang Cheng's expression darkened, a hint of nace creeping into his deanor. "To have a Qi Refinent Stage individual slay one of Foundation Establishnt Stage is indeed a peculiar occurrence" he stated gravely. "It warrants my personal investigation."
Liu Ping took a deep breath, his mind racing to find the right words, when suddenly, sothing strange occurred.
The fierce expression on Wang Cheng's face froze in place, and the surroundings beca eerily still. Liu Ping, too, found himself unable to move, trapped in a state of suspended animation.
In an instant, everything seed to co to a standstill, as if ti itself had paused.
What...is ...happening?
In Liu Ping's heart, a sense of awe welled up as he witnessed sothing extraordinary.
Suddenly, within the void, a twinkling script erged, transforming into countless intricate and mysterious runes that flowed like a cascading waterfall.
In rapid succession, rows of burning characters appeared, each blazing like flas:
[Ti: Unknown.]
[First confirmation successful, second confirmation successful, third confirmation successful.]
[Confird: Unable to assess the current situation with this Sequence.]
The revelation left Liu Ping stunned, realizing he was witnessing sothing beyond his comprehension.
[This condition is exceptionally rare.]
[Attention!]
[This Sequence will initiate the first investigation.]
[You must make physical contact with a resurrected corpse for this Sequence to analyze it.]
Liu Ping gazed at the lines of burning characters before him, and he exclaid softly, "Can you be activated then?"
Several more lines of burning characters appeared: "This Sequence must remain concealed; it will not activate."
The situation grew more mysterious and complex, leaving Liu Ping with more questions than answers.
[If you allow this Sequence to analyze a resurrected corpse, it can provide you with assistance without revealing itself,]
Liu Ping murmured, his mind racing with possibilities. He reached for his piggy bank, intent on making the necessary arrangents.
But before he could act, a new line of text appeared in the void, catching his attention.
[Please pay special attention.]
[The entity before you is not Wang Cheng.]
[It is temporarily restricted to Wang Cheng's level of strength.]
[Revealing the piggy bank before it may expose the existence of this Sequence, leading you into a perilous situation,]
the sequence warned.
[To exercise caution, this Sequence will seal all its powers and remain silent. You will be unable to utilize the piggy bank function.]
[Naturally, this Sequence lacks the authority to compel you to act. If you feel overwheld by the current circumstances, you are free to flee this place imdiately. The choice to fight or flight rests solely with you.]
As the small characters disappeared, everything returned to normal.
Ti resud its forward march, and Liu Ping found himself gazing at Wang Cheng.
The prompts referred to Wang Cheng as "it" In other words, Wang Cheng was not a person but sothing else entirely.
Realizing the magnitude of the unknown entity he was facing, Liu Ping hesitated to confront such a formidable opponent as a re Qi Refinent Stage cultivator.
The lack of information left him uncertain of what he might be up against. Uncertain of what the outco of a confrontation might be, Liu Ping decided that discretion was the better part of valor.
Deciding that fighting was not the wisest course of action at the mont, Liu Ping made a quick resolution.
He determined that waiting until his body had fully recovered and advancing to the Foundation Establishnt Stage before confronting this mysterious entity would be the best course of action.
With a heavy heart, Liu Ping bid Wang Cheng farewell, expressing his gratitude and requesting not to be concerned for his safety.
"Fellow Daoist, I must bid you farewell. Please take care, and do not worry about " Without hesitation, Liu Ping swiftly retreated towards the Transmission Formation.
However, despite the short distance separating him from the Transmission Formation, Wang Cheng remained dozens of ters away, too far to stop Liu Ping in ti.
"Youngster, if I were you, I wouldn't be so quick to run away."
Before Liu Ping could fully process Wang Cheng's words, the entity surged forward with sudden speed, hurtling towards Liu Ping with alarming velocity.
Realizing he was on the brink of death, Liu Ping paid no heed to Wang Cheng's words.
With determination in his heart, he took a single bold step into the Transmission Formation, clutching the token tightly in his hand.
As the token hovered in the air, a surge of spirit light emanated from the Transmission Formation, enveloping Liu Ping and the token. Within the span of just two breaths, the formation began to activate.
At that mont, Wang Cheng remained several feet away.
From afar, Wang Cheng's voice echoed urgently, "Fellow cultivator, surely you have ntors, brothers, and lovers. Do you not desire knowledge of their resurrection? I can provide you with that information!"
The concept of resurrection... Liu Ping's mind raced as he contemplated the potential consequences. The dead returning to life could result in the creation of monstrous beings.
In a swift turn of events, the once vibrant auras surrounding the teleportation circle dimd ominously.
With resolve, Liu Ping firmly grasped the token, severing its connection with the teleportation circle interrupting the Transmission.
Standing at the center of the formation, Liu Ping bowed his head, his gaze steady on the token in his hand.
With a resolute determination, he forcibly halted the transmission, rendering the disposable token useless.
"Master..." His voice choked with emotion as he spoke, a bittersweet pang of longing echoing in his words.
Suddenly, the sky above rumbled with a deafening roar, and a torrential downpour ensued, the rain cascading down like a veil of tears.
As the rainwater accumulated, the potential for flooding between heaven and earth grew steadily. Wang Cheng's gaze bore down on Liu Ping, filled with a sense of superiority and mockery.
"Pitiful mortal," Wang Cheng taunted, his voice dripping with disdain, "your nurous attachnts are your weaknesses. They will only serve to expose you to the full bitterness and harshness of destiny."
Liu Ping lifted his head slowly, his gaze eting the roiling dark clouds above. The rain continued to pelt down upon his face, each drop a poignant reminder of the tumult within his heart.
"You are correct" Liu Ping admitted, his voice tinged with regret. "I tried countless thods to save him from the grasp of death, only for him to ultimately sacrifice himself to save ... It was my failure."
Wang Cheng's taunting laughter filled the air. "It matters not," he sneered. "I will claim your body and soul, ensuring you taste the bitterness of failure in your final monts."
Liu Ping's response was resolute. "No, I will change that fate."
Wang Cheng's disdainful chuckle echoed, dismissing Liu Ping's defiance. "It is re wishful thinking. The fates of all cultivators are predetermined."
With a heavy heart, Liu Ping hung his head in silence, his resolve unwavering despite the bleak outlook.
The dim light of the night sank lower, casting a heavy and somber mood over the surroundings as the sounds of wind and rain grew louder, enveloping the world in a cacophony of nature's fury.
In the darkness, Wang Cheng's figure disappeared into the shadows, his movents swift. With each stride, he accelerated, his speed increasing with every mont. Reaching into his Storage Bag and swiftly put on a pair of gauntlets as he darted.
The distance between him and Liu Ping rapidly diminished.
20 ters remained between them. In front of him, not far away—
Liu Ping suddenly brandished a blade in his hand. It was an ordinary long blade, yet it bore faint traces of rough spirit marks, making it slightly superior to regular artifacts.
With a firm grip on the blade, Liu Ping let it hang by his side, its tip tracing lightly along the ground.
Ka...Cha!
The long blade transford into an afterimage, deftly and swiftly carving runes into the stone of the Transmission Formation. Each stroke of the blade etched out the intricate patterns with precision.
One by one, swift and fierce rifts began to tear through the fabric of space, manifesting as seams in the void.
The once-stable Transmission Formation now faltered, its strength waning as it approached collapse.
With a final stroke, the blade ca to a halt.
Liu Ping lifted the blade slowly, taking a mont to steady his breath.
Throughout the entire process, he had not once glanced at Wang Cheng.
As the distance closed to a re ten ters, a palpable aura of malevolence emanated from Wang Cheng, as though transforming into a ferocious beast.
"Speak your final words" he snarled, a savage grin twisting his features "or you'll run out of ti."
With a silent flicker of his hand, Liu Ping spoke in a low voice, "My actions co at a great cost."
With lightning speed, he tore down his sleeves, covering his eyes with them.
In the darkness, the wind and rain intensified, raging with even greater ferocity. The relentless downpour pounded against the blade, creating a cacophony of crowded and slight sounds.
With only five ters remaining between them, in the midst of the torrential downpour, Wang Cheng leaped high into the air, resembling a hungry wolf pouncing on its prey, aiming to strike down Liu Ping.
With both hands clenched into fists, Wang Cheng's palms emitted a faint red light, ready to unleash an aggressive strike at any mont.
anwhile, Liu Ping's face was obscured by cloth, rendering his expressions unseen. However, he swiftly retreated into the Transmission Formation, stomping his feet with all his might.
Ka Cha!
Imdiately, the formation shattered, and the cracks in the space emanated from the shattered formation, Liu Ping's long blade attempted to redirect them, but they remained intangible.
From the blade, bursts of sharp, fragnted cries pierced the air.
"Speak your final words" Liu Ping murmured softly, gripping the long blade tightly.
Suddenly, the wind intensified, and the downpour grew even fiercer.
Through the curtain of rain, Wang Cheng soared high, his form transforming as he launched a devastating attack. With a fierce roar, he thrust both fists forward, unleashing roaring flas aid ruthlessly at Liu Ping.
In response, Liu Ping held his blade out, directing the space cracks toward Wang Cheng's attack. The cracks sward around the blade, emitting sharp, thin cries as they surged toward the heavens.
In an instant, the two opponents clashed.
Bang!!!
A startling crack of thunder ripped through the sky, slicing through the darkness and hurtling toward the distant horizon in a long-range raid. The formidable thunderclap illuminated the dreadful rainwater with fleeting flashes of light.
Shortly afterward, everything returned to its previous state.
One breath passed.
Two breaths.
Three breaths.
The rainwater continued to fall incessantly, creating a gentle patter as it struck the ground.
Liu Ping stood at the edge of the Transmission Formation, his half-length clothes scorched and his body adorned with nurous wounds.
Kā chā ——
His blade, now in two pieces, fell to the ground, embedding itself fully into the muddy earth. From the broken blade, streams of ice-cold space slits continued to appear, only to vanish suddenly as raindrops crashed into them, creating splashes of water.
Wang Cheng's fist tightened as he regarded Liu Ping with caution. "Destroying the formation array, utilizing the remaining power of the space gap to face ... Boy, are you an array master?"
Liu Ping nodded. "That's correct."
Wang Cheng acknowledged Liu Ping's skill with a nod. "No wonder you devised such a thod to deal with , but... why are you blindfolded?"
Instead of answering, Liu Ping responded, "I have sothing to ask you."
In the past, Liu Ping's blindness was incurable, and he had grown accustod to navigating the world without relying on his sight.
Now, with his vision restored by the divine pill, he found himself struggling to adapt to using his eyes to confront the enemy in battle.
Blindfolding himself allowed him to bypass the distraction of sight and focus solely on the task at hand: ruthlessly defeating his opponent with undivided attention.
This strategy was not sothing he felt compelled to reveal to a monster like Wang Cheng.
Wang Cheng wore a pensive expression as he muttered to himself, "Despite being in the Foundation Establishnt Stage, Wang Cheng has yet to awaken his supernatural powers. With your mastery of formation techniques killing him is not impossible."
With a decisive clap, Wang Cheng concluded, "Your combat abilities are rather ordinary. I may have been overly concerned."
Snap...
As if a dam had burst, Wang Cheng's entire body suddenly transford into a cloud of blood.
The shattered space shards burst from his form, whirling like a tempestuous wind with a piercing whistle before dispersing after a few breaths.
Unable to sustain his corporeal form any longer, Wang Cheng collapsed to the ground.
Liu Ping advanced, his voice low as he demanded, "You ntioned the dead returning to life. Is it true?"
Wang Cheng smirked and replied, "Why should I tell you?
Liu Ping's voice turned cold as he declared, "If you refuse to tell , I will crush your body to dust and scatter them. Once your body has turned to ashes, I doubt any resurrection ability will be of use."
Wang Cheng's expression darkened with rage as he snarled, "Wang Cheng's body and soul belong to ! You are nothing but a cultivator in the Qi-Refinent realm. How dare you lay a hand on my possessions?"
Liu Ping was taken aback by Wang Cheng's ferocity.
'What is this monster, capable of stripping everything from its victims.'
Wang Cheng's monstrous hand rose, pointing accusingly at Liu Ping. "You have incurred my wrath. soon, you will understand the true aning of regret."
Liu Ping remained composed, seeking resolution. "We have no grudges against each other. Answer and I will trouble you no further. We can part ways amicably."
Wang Cheng regarded Liu Ping with a mocking smirk, observing his nervous expression. "You're nothing but a tiny ant, unworthy of knowing any answers. Rember this—"
"In the not-too-distant future, I will personally seek you out for further investigation. At that ti, I will show you true pain and despair. And mark my words, it won't be long now."
With those words, Wang Cheng's voice faded away.
His eyes lost their spark, his body lying motionless on the ground as though life had truly departed from it.
The rain continued to fall relentlessly as Liu Ping stood amidst the downpour, his gaze fixed upon the lifeless corpse before him, his mind consud by silence.
Ti passed by in solemn quietude.
Wang Cheng remained lifeless, showing no signs of resurrection.
Liu Ping's brows furrowed in frustration, and he snapped his fingers with determination.
A small ball of fla ignited at his fingertips, a manifestation of the basic five-elent spell, the spirit fire spell.
"I am a man of my word," Liu Ping declared solemnly. "Since you refused to provide the answer, I will indeed fulfill my promise."
With a gesture, Liu Ping prepared to hurl the fla at the corpse.
But before he could act, Wang Cheng suddenly sprang to life, shouting out.
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