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Feng Zhi's divine sense probed into the deepest part of Ni Lin, which was a boundless chaotic void.

A blurry, enormous phantom seemed to be evolving a supreme magical technique.

Go deeper.

Feng Zhi finally saw the illusory figure clearly; it was a black dragon! It had five claws!

He dwells amidst the sea of ​​stars, his form stretching as far as the eye can see, his scales as black as ink, his two horns reaching for the sky.

The true dragon was constantly evolving. It clenched its dragon claws into a fist and then threw a punch.

Where the fist passed, the Milky Way was turned upside down, the void in the starry sky was annihilated, and wherever the light passed, stars, meteorites, everything turned into nothingness under that punch.

"It really is the True Dragon Fist!"

Feng Zhi wasn't too surprised; this was the beginning of the mysterious and profound power of destiny.

Since it was a choice made by fate, it meant that this precious technique was very suitable for him. Feng Zhi no longer hesitated and focused all his attention on the illusory figure, intending to comprehend it.

Soon, he fully comprehended the Daoist principles and operating laws behind each punch.

Feng Zhi opened his eyes, and within his pupils, it seemed as if endless fist light shone.

The technique recorded in the Reverse Scale is indeed the True Dragon Fist, and the requirements for talent and physical strength are extremely demanding to master.

However, this did not stump him.

It's a bit of a pity... Without the core principles of the precious technique, the forbidden power of this punch cannot be unleashed, and its power is much weaker.

That's normal.

The True Dragon Clan can tolerate the loss of individual chapters, and even allow outsiders to learn them, but if someone truly masters its core principles...

Once they find out... they will definitely fight them at all costs! The core truth has been revealed; this is a cause and effect conflict that will last until death! There is no room for reconciliation!

This is also an unspoken understanding and ironclad rule among many races, and no one dares to violate this rule.

By chance, the supernatural powers contained in the Emperor's Scripture or the Treasure Technique were leaked between the two parties. You can steal them and learn them, each according to your own abilities.

However, once the core techniques are discovered, the Imperial Weapon will sense the cause and effect.

In an instant, an ancient and terrifying monster, which has been dormant for who knows how long, will burst forth from the earth! Wielding an imperial weapon, it will descend across the endless void, obliterating and destroying everything in its path!

Take, for example, his physical path in the Holy Land of the Big Dipper.

As for supernatural abilities like the world in the palm of your hand, once they're lost, they're gone. We can deal with them slowly later.

However, if anyone dares to touch the essence of the Supreme Emperor Scripture, the entire Holy Land will be filled with envy.

Of course, the core methods are not so easy to reveal. No matter how you look at them, they are useless if you don't get the approval of the Emperor's Scripture and Great Dao.

Feng Zhi suppressed the regret in his heart.

That's fine, it's enough. From now on, every punch he throws will carry the power of a true dragon.

Combined with his offensive techniques and physical strength, he has taken another small step closer to becoming a god-level warrior.

……

Early the next morning.

Good morning, Holy Son.

"Your Highness, Holy Son."

"Where is the Holy Son going? Should we accompany him...?"

Feng Zhi walked toward the mountain gate, and the disciples greeted him with bows.

He felt a little embarrassed; these people were too enthusiastic. He waved his hand and declined their invitation.

He didn't bring anyone with him on this trip. It was a rare opportunity to return to his homeland, and it was a way for him to reflect on his experiences.

The wind stopped at the mountain gate, and gazing at the distant world, he felt a sense of感慨 (gǎnkǎi, deep emotion/reflection).

Beidou City is only a little over a hundred miles from the holy land, but it used to take me two days to walk there when I was just an ordinary person.

On the way, one still has to worry about bandits and villains. Thinking back to those days, one would look around every now and then, afraid of being killed by the aftershocks of some powerful figure.

Feng Zhi couldn't help but shake his head and smile, rubbing his forehead.

There was no other way; he had the confidence to cultivate back then, but it was precisely because of that confidence that he became even more cautious.

Death would end everything, but to die before you even get started, knowing you could accomplish something great, is truly frustrating.

With his thoughts gathered, the wind ceased, and he walked on air, the mountains and rivers, the sea of ​​clouds beneath his feet flowing with his steps.

This short distance is nothing more than the time it takes to drink a cup of tea for him now.

But he wasn't in a hurry; his eyes and spiritual sense were constantly scanning, as if he were looking for someone.

Unfortunately, the journey was uneventful.

Feng Zhi didn't encounter any of the alien assassins he had imagined.

He sighed inwardly.

He traveled alone, without even a protector, yet he still didn't dare to make a move?

Don't be afraid just because the Imperial Weapon suppressed an area of ​​100,000 li. What if we can deal with him before the Northern Divine Wind arrives?

He couldn't help but laugh, and Feng Zhi felt he deserved a beating.

There was no way around it; he was a cultivator with boundless energy. Ever since he had a few matches with them, he had been itching to fight, his blood and qi were surging, and he really wanted to find someone to spar with.

Well, it's a good thing no one's coming. I'll finish this and go back to my cultivation soon.

In the distance, the outline of an incredibly vast and ancient city came into view.

The lively sounds of the market could be heard even from above.

This was the first time Feng Zhi had seen the scale of Beidou City. He had previously thought it wasn't very big, proving that his limited perspective had indeed played a role.

Feng Zhi flashed and landed outside the city. He could see that the city was protected by a Transcendent-level array.

Within holy lands and sects, over 90% of the people are ordinary people with no background. If they want to pass on their legacy and receive fresh blood, they have to rely on ordinary people.

They can also set up auctions, black markets, and shops within the cities they manage... these are all sources of income.

Therefore, sects will send people to set up large formations or similar structures within their territory.

People aren't stupid; they'll naturally gravitate towards living near powerful sects and aristocratic families. Otherwise, if they live too far away, they might be targeted by evil cultivators one day.

Feng Zhi's aura subsided, and he looked like a young master from a family of cultivators.

As they walked over, the other party, seeing that Feng Zhi's clothes and demeanor were not those of an ordinary person, did not dare to search or stop them, and simply entered the city gate.

Seeing the familiar Beidou City once again, Feng Zhi felt a pang of nostalgia, and the scene was different.

Before, when he was still a mortal, he was on the outskirts of the city and had only heard that there were cultivators inside, but he had never seen them many times.

But now, after sensing something, they discovered that there was an elder from a sacred land presiding over the central area, along with countless purple auras.

These people include independent cultivators and families of cultivators...

The elder who was meditating in the center snapped out of his daze, noticed Feng Zhi, and was about to come over.

Feng Zhi waved his hand to indicate that nothing was wrong, and the man then gave up.

After getting a general idea of ​​Beidou City, he walked towards the edge.

Saint and Wind's homes are very close, both located on the outskirts of the city.

The center is the domain of cultivators; ordinary people are not qualified to enter, and it is best not to.

Arriving at the familiar home, it was already empty. Three years had passed, and strangely, everything inside was intact, suggesting that someone had taken special care of it.

He touched the wall and turned to go to the neighboring Shengwu family's house.

……

At this moment, the family of three in Shengwu's home was bustling with activity, the courtyard was covered with red cloth, and the sound of cannons rang out.

Two days ago, Shengwu was chosen by a senior cultivator from the sect, who planned to take him to the sect for cultivation today.

Feng Zhi had already arrived outside his courtyard, and with his keen hearing, he naturally overheard the discussions among the various families.

He wanted to see if this was some wicked, unorthodox cultivator trying to swindle and deceive him.