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Bai Xu shook his head, indicating that he was now powerless against everything in the illusion and could only go with the flow. Although his tone remained as calm and indifferent as ever, the flickering light in his eyes revealed the tension within him. Qian Mo was undoubtedly the most formidable soul he had encountered in millennia; if he couldn't succeed, it was likely that he would never achieve his desires and would forever remain a confused soul.
At that moment, he noticed Qian Mo's peculiar demeanor and was momentarily taken aback. "This kid is indeed strange... but it shouldn't be due to exhaustion or injury... it seems like he's in Transformation!"
Regardless of whether they were Embalmers or exotic beasts, no matter what path they had taken in their cultivation, they all ultimately revolved around one word—heart. Yet, the path of the heart was the most unfathomable. The vast majority of strong practitioners refined their hearts through trials and tribulations, honing a steadfast heart suitable for themselves over long periods. However, during this lengthy process of refinement, there were always some fortunate individuals with exceptional talent who, after experiencing certain stimuli, would enter a peculiar state. In this state, it was as if they were interrogating their own souls; if they could see through their obsessions, they would achieve clarity of thought and tranquility of spirit, solidifying their hearts like rock and standing firm as a mountain. But if they failed to break free from their cocoons, they would fall into suffering, forever submerged; at best, their cultivation would stagnate, and at worst, they would fall into madness and bring calamity upon the world. This realm was known as Transformation.
In the Time Illusion, the five individuals who had just clashed fiercely were now forced back by the shockwave, spitting blood and struggling to maintain their breath. Yayu, being one of the stronger members on their side and having numerical superiority, was only slightly disoriented. E Lai relied on the power of the Azure Jade Crocodile Eagle and sustained only minor injuries; however, a tiny crack had appeared on his jade sculpture, causing him great distress. Qing Tong had expended much of his ancestral power during this collision and could no longer maintain his external manifestation; his physical condition was relatively good, but he could no longer unleash attacks as powerful as before.
On the opposing side, however, Zhen and Jiao were not so fortunate. They had to guard against Yayu and his companions attempting to ambush Bai Yin while adopting a defensive stance. Despite possessing some combined attack techniques, they still failed to gain an advantage.
At this moment, between their manifestations floated a ten-meter-long Demon-Subduing Pestle. The upper part of the pestle was crimson while the lower part was pitch black; its surface was smooth and devoid of any decorative patterns. It gave off an air of simplicity and a return to nature. Only at its pointed ends did there appear reliefs of a Fierce Hound and a cheetah's head. This simplicity was tinged with a hint of ferocity.
Strange waves emanated from it continuously, as if it could devour life and spirit alike. Feeling its terrifying aura sent chills down Yayu and his companions' spines. During the earlier clash, this bizarre pestle had transmitted a terrifying force that seemed intent on grinding them all into nothingness. Even though they had numerical superiority, they still paid a price: E Lai's jade sculpture was struck hard by it; part of Qing Tong's bloodline power was instantly obliterated; Yayu felt his internal organs shaken violently; had it not been for their superior strength, they might have faced dire consequences!
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