Chapter 95

Sitting in the cave, Zhang Yan crossed his legs and closed his eyes, focusing his mind and entering a state of tranquility.

He did not hastily try to activate the mystic light coiled in his chest but immersed his mind in it, slowly searching for the spiritual essence within.

This vast expanse of mystic light was now like a stagnant pool, seemingly clumped together, refusing to stir even the slightest ripple.

But Zhang Yan was not impatient. He knew that he had to gradually stir this expanse of mystic light, to awaken the spiritual essence within. The first few steps were the hardest, not because there was no movement, but because the timing was not right. It was like boiling water or melting iron; one needed sufficient patience.

Days passed, and he had been motionless like a statue for four days.

Su Yiyang, who was keeping watch at the cave entrance, suddenly became inexplicably tense. After cultivating the Source Seeking Scripture and consuming over a hundred demons, he was now extremely sensitive to even the slightest change in the aura. He had issued warnings several times before.

Now, although nothing had changed, he could sense that trouble was coming, and the sense of danger was growing closer, almost forcing him to jump up. He anxiously glanced at the motionless Zhang Yan and whispered, "Master, he's coming."

Zhang Yan did not react.

Su Yiyang called out a few more times, but Zhang Yan remained still.

After a while, Su Yiyang's voice became increasingly urgent, "Master, Master, he's here, he's here!"

Zhang Yan heard his words but was completely unmoved. He had entered a wondrous realm, feeling his soul merge with the mystic light, almost becoming one with it.

It seemed that just a gentle push would yield the result he desired.

He also sensed the dangerous aura drawing closer, but he remained calm and ignored it.

At that moment, the long-stagnant mystic light suddenly moved, like boiling water, first trembling slightly, then beginning to churn and rotate, and the speed increased, eventually becoming a frenzied surge.

He knew that he had reached the most critical moment, and whether he could break through depended entirely on this!

"Master, he's here, he's here! He's right above us!"

There was a hint of panic in Su Yiyang's voice. Without looking, he knew that Li Weide was standing above, looking down, but for some reason had not yet rushed in.

Zhang Yan remained silent, his mind following the mystic light in his chest, like a great tide crashing against a dam.

After several impacts, the barrier seemed to loosen slightly. He did not force it but let the waves rise and fall, continuously surging upward.

Finally, his mind rose with a surge of power, and he heard a loud "boom," as if something had been opened. His body trembled, and two beams of light, one red and one golden, shot out from his head, rising into the air. The red light was like molten lava, and the golden light was like the sun, the two mystic lights intertwining and grinding against each other, creating a scorching and sharp aura, like a furnace melting iron and a grinding wheel sharpening a blade.

The mystic light illuminated his mind, and the spiritual essence became clear!

As soon as this light appeared, it spread out like a newborn stretching its limbs, dancing and rotating, radiating a brilliant glow. The golden and red lights burst free from their restraints, and wherever they passed, the rocks crumbled like rotten powder.

Zhang Yan opened his eyes, and two beams of light flashed like stars in the night. The entire cave was bathed in light, revealing every detail. He knew that he had entered the first level of mystic light, the "Initial Illumination" realm!

He couldn't help but laugh heartily and recite, "Golden wind stirs, fierce flames dance, mystic light surges, blood clouds roll."

After reciting, the mystic light enveloped his body, and the cave shook as a golden and red light shot up into the sky!

Li Weide was originally very excited when he found Zhang Yan, ready to rush in and kill him. However, after several battles with Zhang Yan, he had a deep impression of him and couldn't understand why he would suddenly dig his own grave and put himself in a dead end.

This was extremely illogical, so he suspected that Zhang Yan was up to something. He cautiously circled the area twice, confirming that there was nothing amiss, and then prepared to attack.

At that moment, a fierce and sharp light suddenly rose, and even before it approached, it made his mystic light tremble and his aura become chaotic. He was greatly alarmed and quickly dodged to the side, a blood-red hand appearing above his head to block the light.

To his surprise, this mystic light was so powerful that it instantly cut off half of his blood-red hand. Li Weide felt a searing pain in his heart, and a trickle of blood appeared at the corner of his mouth. He retreated in the air, his face pale.

Upon closer inspection, he saw that the person standing before him was the very junior disciple he had been chasing!

At this moment, Zhang Yan's eyes were like lightning, and a cloud of golden and red light, about twenty feet wide, hovered above his head, blazing and fierce. Just being near it made one feel a scorching heat, causing one to hold their breath.

Li Weide's face showed shock, and he involuntarily exclaimed, "Mystic light?"

Clearly, this was just a Qi practitioner, but how had he suddenly become a mystic light practitioner of the same level as himself?

Zhang Yan felt an indescribable sense of satisfaction in his chest and wanted to test the power of the mystic light. The Blood Soul Sect practitioner was the perfect test subject, and this person had been chasing him for days, providing a good opportunity to vent his frustration!

Therefore, he did not use any magical treasures or sword pills. With a thought, the vast and fierce golden and red mystic light above his head surged forward, like a waterfall, rushing toward Li Weide.

The sharp and fiery aura forced Li Weide's skin to ache and his eyes to sting. He was greatly alarmed and quickly raised his hands to shield his eyes, involuntarily retreating. A blood-red hand also appeared above his head, trying to block the light. However, not only did it fail to stop it, but the blood-red hand was also ground down by the golden and fiery light, losing a large part of it.

The pain from the mystic light, which was connected to his life force, was excruciating. Li Weide screamed and spat out several mouthfuls of blood, his heart filled with shock and anger. "Impossible! This person just cultivated mystic light, how can he be so powerful?"

If the previous defeat was due to Zhang Yan's surprise attack, this time the clash of mystic light was no less than a real battle, and he was clearly at a disadvantage. He knew that a direct confrontation was not an option. He leaned back, enduring the pain, and pulled out a gray-white bracelet from his sleeve, throwing it at Zhang Yan. He shouted, "Junior, I won't let you run rampant!" The bracelet grew larger as it flew forward, emitting a heavy and dull sound, as if it had the weight of ten thousand catties, and it spun, creating a powerful momentum, heading straight for Zhang Yan's head.

Zhang Yan was about to retrieve a magical treasure to meet it, but he hesitated, thinking, "It is said that the mystic light from the Taiyi Golden Book can rival magical treasures and flying swords. I wonder if it's true?"

He paused his hand in his sleeve and, with a thought, the vast and fierce golden and red mystic light above his head surged forward, wrapping around the bracelet. A series of hair-raising sounds followed as the golden wind and fiery light ground the bracelet.

In a moment, the mystic light retracted, and the bracelet had been completely ground away, leaving not a trace behind!

Seeing this, Li Weide was dumbfounded, his eyes filled with disbelief and a chill running down his spine. "This person must have cultivated some superior technique. The mystic light is so powerful, it would be unwise to continue the fight!"

This mystic light had brought the power of gold and fire to its peak! In battle, there was no need for any special technique; a simple sweep was enough. Unless one was a third-level mystic light practitioner, who had condensed the mystic light into a single entity and transformed it into a true spirit, who could resist it?

Thinking of this, he lost his fighting spirit and dared not stay a moment longer. He enveloped himself in mystic light and fled.

Zhang Yan's face showed a hint of mockery. After a moment's thought, he did not release the Dragon Tooth Flying Boat. The golden and red light above his head descended, enveloping him, and he flew off like a blazing comet, chasing after Li Weide.

With the mystic light enveloping his body, his speed was incomparable to the Qi practitioner stage. He moved without any hindrance, effortlessly maneuvering in all directions, feeling a sense of freedom and power.

Li Weide's flying speed was not fast, and within a moment, Zhang Yan caught up, even without using his full strength. He smiled and increased his speed, blocking Li Weide's path.

The mystic light on his body surged forward, enveloping Li Weide. Li Weide shouted in alarm, knowing that his skills were all based on mystic light. Even though he knew that Zhang Yan was relying on the power of mystic light to overpower him, he had no choice but to use his mystic light to block.

Zhang Yan's mystic light did not fall in one sweep but attacked from the left and right, tearing Li Weide's blood light to shreds.

With each loss, Li Weide's face became paler, and blood continued to trickle from the corner of his mouth. He did not know that Zhang Yan was using him as a practice subject after entering the mystic light realm and was reluctant to kill him immediately. He thought that Zhang Yan was toying with him, and a hint of madness and determination appeared in his eyes. He roared and unleashed all his remaining seventeen blood worms, transforming into a blood shadow and charging at Zhang Yan.

From a distance, it looked like a small cluster of withered blood clouds rushing toward a large mass of golden and fiery light, like moths drawn to a flame.

Zhang Yan coldly snorted, "Since you seek death, I will grant it to you."

He waved his sleeve, and a vast expanse of golden and fiery mystic light swept across, engulfing everything within ten feet in front of him.

When the mystic light retracted, the surroundings were empty. Whether it was flesh and bone or flying swords and robes, everything had been ground away, leaving no trace behind.

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