Divine Root Bone

The entire room fell silent.

All the disciples of the Qingyun Sect and the remaining rogue cultivators were still deeply shocked, their minds blank, their bodies stiff, unable to recover from the incredible battle they had just witnessed.

He was at the sixth level of Foundation Establishment, yet he fought against the first level of Golden Core. He killed evil spirits with a single finger and wiped out all the evil puppets and cultivators in the entire old alley!

This extraordinary act has completely overturned everyone's understanding of cultivation.

In the deathly silent crowd, Lin Wanqing, protected by layers of disciples in the center, stared blankly at the young man kneeling on one knee, covered in blood. Her eyes were already red, and crystal tears were swirling wildly in her eyes, instantly blurring them.

The despair and fear she felt when the evil spirits attacked and she was trapped in a desperate situation were all crushed by the young man's figure, who disregarded his foundation and defied the heavens to slay evil.

Seeing Zhang Yang's disheveled appearance, weak and vomiting blood, Lin Wanqing felt a sharp pain in her heart. She could no longer care about the sect's etiquette or the rules of the disciples. She bit her red lips and suddenly pushed her way out of the stunned crowd. She rushed towards Zhang Yang, who was on the verge of exhaustion. Her eyes were filled with extreme urgency and heartache.

At this moment, Zhang Yang was already completely exhausted.

Forcibly overdrawing his divine-grade physique, activating the forbidden technique Reversing the Heavens Finger, and enduring the overwhelming pressure of the Golden Core evil spirit, his meridians were throbbing with pain, his limbs were weak and powerless, all his strength was drained away, and his knee could no longer support his body. He swayed and almost collapsed into the dust.

"Zhang Yang! Hang in there!"

Lin Wanqing rushed to his side. Seeing the boy's blood-stained and swaying appearance, her heart tightened. Without hesitation, she leaned forward and steadily supported his weak body.

Knowing that Zhang Yang was in excruciating pain and his meridians were damaged, making it impossible for him to even stand, she steadily supported his arms, using her slender yet steadfast body as a support, allowing his heavy body to lean against her shoulder, thus relieving his weight and minimizing the excruciating pain in his meridians caused by the movement of his limbs.

The girl, with her slender figure, steadily supported the severely injured and exhausted boy, carefully avoiding all the wounds on his body. Her movements were gentle and steady, her eyes filled with lingering fear and tenderness.

If Zhang Yang hadn't risked his life to intervene, everyone here, including herself, would have perished under the claws of the evil spirits. Now, seeing the young man covered in wounds while protecting all living beings, she felt nothing but bitterness and gratitude, wishing she could share even a fraction of his pain.

After a moment, everyone slowly awoke from the astonishing phenomenon, and their tense minds calmed down slightly.

Su Qingyao, along with a group of Qingyun inner disciples who were still heavily injured and catching their breath, gathered around the boy on the ground, their eyes filled with awe and gratitude.

Everyone's attention was focused on Zhang Yang, who was severely injured and exhausted, yet had defied the heavens to save the world; no one paid any attention to the ground.

Unbeknownst to anyone, while Zhang Yang was engaged in fierce fighting and his body was trembling, a heavy, diamond-shaped black token that had been lying quietly in his storage bag and had been acquired unintentionally earlier had already slipped out and was now lying quietly in the dust beside him.

This token is entirely black and ancient, with a thick and cold texture. In the very center of the token is engraved a demonic character with ferocious strokes and a profound and eerie quality.

The scalding blood that Zhang Yang had just gushed out splashed all over the ancient black token, turning the entire token a deep, glistening crimson.

The moment the token was stained with blood, a strange and unexpected change occurred.

The crimson bloodstains on the token's surface did not dissipate with the flow of dust; instead, they were slowly devoured and absorbed by the dark token at a visible speed, as if a dried-up pond had found a source of water.

Strands of blood-red light traveled and spread along the patterns of the demonic characters, seeping deep into the token.

As the blood was completely absorbed, the token, which was originally just dark and black, became even more deep and deathly dark, faintly revealing a faint, almost imperceptible dark red light. The aura that had been dormant within for who knows how long quietly awakened.

The entire process was completely silent and extremely secretive.

The crowd gathered around, filled with awe and concern, unaware of anyone peeping or noticing.

……

At the same time, on the back mountain of Black Stone Ridge, there was a desolate graveyard.

A cold wind howled, the lingering mist dissipated, and the evil spirits that had lingered in this place for so long were forcibly suppressed, imprisoned, and locked by a reclusive old man with his supreme cultivation.

The old man stood with his hands behind his back atop the chaotic graveyard. He had no imposing aura around him, but he possessed a transcendent air that looked down upon the world. Just as the source of the evil spirit was completely sealed, the old man's originally peaceful eyes suddenly narrowed. He turned his head sharply, his gaze piercing through layers of mountain forests and clouds, locking onto the direction of the old alley of Black Stone Ridge.

His eyes churned with utter astonishment and disbelief, and his aged voice, tinged with doubt, murmured to himself:

"The secret art of time and space..."

"Judging from this fluctuation of spiritual energy, the user is only at the Foundation Establishment stage, yet he can still activate spacetime techniques?"

The old man raised an eyebrow slightly, the surprise and doubt in his eyes fading, replaced by a strong sense of curiosity and amusement.

"Interesting, truly interesting. The technique is top-tier and rare, but it's a pity that the caster cannot unleash its true power. Such a heaven-defying young talent has actually emerged from the Eastern Region."

As soon as he finished speaking, the old man lowered his head, his gaze returning to the evil source beneath his feet, which was imprisoned by layers of spiritual light and was constantly twisting and howling.

This very source is the root of all evil in the Black Stone Ridge chaos. If left untouched, it will always be a hidden danger in the Southern Region, with endless future troubles.

The old man's eyes turned cold. Without hesitation, he raised his foot and stomped down on the face of the struggling evil spirit!

The instant his foot landed, terrifying spatial cracks suddenly appeared, and the dark spatial tearing power instantly enveloped the entire evil essence.

Before the piercing, ear-piercing wail could even erupt, the remaining trace of the evil essence was completely torn apart and annihilated by the power of space, leaving not even a speck of dust or a trace of residue.

The root of the evil and chaos in Black Stone Ridge in the Southern Region was eradicated in one fell swoop.

Having eliminated the hidden danger, the old man did not linger. With a sway of his body, a piercing sonic boom suddenly erupted from the void beneath his feet!

boom--!

A loud bang echoed throughout the entire cemetery on the back hill.

The old man's body transformed into a blurry afterimage, walking through the air at a speed so fast it tore through the air, accompanied by the sound of thunder cutting through the air. In an instant, he sped towards the direction of the old alley of Black Stone Ridge, wanting to personally investigate and see the heaven-defying youth who had the cultivation of Foundation Establishment and the ability to use the secret techniques of time and space.

An encounter that will determine Zhang Yang's fate, and is fraught with both opportunity and crisis, is quietly approaching.