Under One Person: Please Call Me Golden Flash

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"Almost there... Just a little longer! I can feel it! That 'door' is right in front of us!"

Wugensheng's voice trembled slightly and was filled with a hint of fanaticism.

His vision seemed to pierce through the chaos of others, locking onto a faint, ancient, and noble portal phantom deep within the inner chaos.

That was the place he had been searching for, the place that held the secrets of the Ziyang Mountain Man!
But just as Wugensheng was giving his all to guide everyone's power to break through that final barrier, a sudden change occurred!

Among the nine forces, the golden light belonging to Zhang Huaiyi suddenly stirred violently.

The ripple was extremely subtle, yet it was like a stone thrown into a calm lake, instantly shattering the delicate balance that was barely maintained.

"not good!"

The moment he noticed this anomaly, Wugensheng's expression changed drastically!

Click!

The sound of spiritual tearing resounded in everyone's soul.

That fragile connection to the Origin Returning Array has collapsed!
In an instant, the nine consciousnesses, like balloons forcibly popped open, crashed back into their respective physical bodies!

"puff!"

"Ugh!"

"cough……"

Almost simultaneously, all nine people coughed up a mouthful of blood, their faces instantly turning ashen, and their auras weakening to the extreme.

The mental backlash and chaotic Qi caused by the forced break from the connection severely injured them. The weakest, Ma Ben, collapsed to the ground with a limp body and unfocused eyes.

The others were also swaying precariously. Even a master of magic like Zhou Sheng was clutching his chest, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, his expression filled with pain and astonishment.

The entire Nine-Bend Cave was deathly silent, save for the heavy, chaotic breathing and the dripping sound of blood falling to the ground.

Failed!
The Guiyuan Formation, which carried all of Wugensheng's hopes and plans, failed in the very first step in an almost cruel way!
The forced mental effort not only failed to open the door to "immortal destiny," but also triggered a severe backlash from within the inner realm, severely injuring all nine people!

Wugen suddenly opened his eyes, his pupils contracting violently, filled with disbelief and an instant surge of despair.

His body swayed, and he forcibly suppressed the churning blood in his veins, but he couldn't hide the ashen look of utter dejection on his face.

His eyes were fixed on a certain point in the air, as if he could still see the phantom of the collapsing and dissipating "door".

"How could...how could this have happened..."

Wugensheng muttered to himself, his previous grandeur and ambition completely gone, leaving only a sense of bewilderment at having given his all only to end up in utter chaos.

Zhao Zhen slowly stood up and walked to the center of the field.

He didn't look at the distraught Wugensheng, but instead swept his gaze over the eight people who were coughing up blood, weak, and in a pitiful state, before finally settling on the quiet, cold coffin in the corner.

"Ugh……"

Zhao Zhen sighed heavily, his voice unusually clear in the deathly silent cave.

“Feng Yao… no, Wugensheng.”

Zhao Zhen looked at him with a complex expression, a mixture of sorrow for the injured and a clear understanding of the chaotic outcome.

"You see? A rope that is forcibly pulled up cannot bind a true restless mind. Man can conquer nature, but if people's hearts are not united, how can they see the 'heaven'?"

Zhao Zhen's words struck Wu Gensheng's heart like a heavy hammer, echoing deep within the consciousness of everyone present. A forcibly pulled rope cannot bind a truly restless mind… If the human heart is not united, how can one glimpse the "heaven"?

These words precisely dissect the essence of the devastating defeat just now—a lack of trust, an unstable mindset, and a desperate pursuit of opportunity.

Wugen suddenly raised his head, his eyes, which had been filled with fervor just moments before, were now bloodshot, churning with immense pain and a sense of bewilderment and resentment at being utterly rejected.

He opened his mouth, as if he wanted to refute, to defend his plan, to protest the injustice of fate, but in the end he only let out a low growl like a wounded beast, slumped down, his fists clenched so tightly that his knuckles turned white from the force.

The carefully laid plans of so many years were shattered in such a tragic and disastrous way from the very beginning, a blow that almost destroyed his pillar of faith.

Only suppressed breathing and the crackling of burning torches remained inside the cave.

After a full cup of tea's time, Zhou Sheng, who was the least injured, slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air, struggled to sit up, and began to slowly guide his qi back to its origin.

His eyes were equally complex, showing both the lingering fear of the backlash from the failed formation and the contemplation of Zhao Zhen's words.

"Chairman Zhao... is right..."

Zhou Sheng's voice was hoarse and dry. He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and then continued, "Forcibly connecting with the inner visions of nine people, their consciousnesses were mixed and conflicting. Let alone glimpsing the path to immortality, it was already a stroke of luck to keep their minds intact."

He recalled the momentary chaos of the stars and mysteries in his inner vision, and felt a lingering fear.

If it had been delayed even a moment longer, the backlash on the mind and spirit might have left indelible damage.

"Moreover, we did not come away empty-handed. Although we were only in the inner realm for a short time, it was enough for us to glimpse a trace of the power of the 'immortal'."

Recalling his insights from the inner realm, Zhou Sheng didn't say anything more. Instead, he immediately sat cross-legged on the ground and began to organize the information that had suddenly appeared in his mind.

Zhao Zhen glanced at the others and found that everyone was like this, except for Wu Gensheng.

"It seems that all your scheming has ultimately come to nothing, and you've only benefited others..."

Zhao Zhen spoke sarcastically without any mercy.

Wugensheng remained silent for a moment, then looked around at his sworn brothers.

"Will it all be for naught? Perhaps... With our current strength, we may indeed not be able to fully fathom the power of the legendary 'immortals'."

But even this is just the tip of the iceberg, it's enough.

"You still don't want to give up?"

"give up?"

A cold smile crept across Wugensheng's lips.

"Now that we've come this far, there's no reason to give up!"
Although we couldn't open that door, they each gained something from the interior, and that's enough!

Zhao Zhen remained silent. He knew that the "each person's gain" that Wu Gensheng mentioned was probably the Eight Extraordinary Skills that would be passed down to later generations.

Thinking of this, Zhao Zhen stopped speaking and, like Wugensheng, silently sat in place waiting for the other eight people to wake up.

The first to awaken was Ruan Feng. The moment he opened his eyes, a terrifying suction force suddenly erupted from his body, which had been limp on the ground.

The next instant, the few tiny mosses that had been stubbornly growing in the cracks of the cave wall withered and died at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Their life force was invisiblely drawn away by a pair of large hands, eventually slowly flowing into Ruan Feng's body, suppressing his surging blood and qi, and forming a faint but life-giving blood light on his body surface!
"So this is the Six Treasuries Immortal Thief..."

(End of this chapter)