I Can Fix My Talent in Hundred Lives

Chapter 558 - 459: Three Hundred Million Domains

The night wind was like a knife, sweeping across the desolate mountain path, stirring up pebbles and dry grass.

Mi Youdao and the figure in black sped through the night, two afterimages piercing the dark, chasing all the way to a dilapidated Mountain God Temple halfway up the mountain.

The man in black was already gasping for breath, black blood constantly oozing from the corners of his mouth, and his black clothes were soaked with sweat and blood, clinging tightly to his body.

In order not to be caught by Mi Youdao, he had performed three Forbidden Techniques along the way, each casting consuming a large amount of Essence Blood and Primordial Qi.

At this moment, his meridians were snapped, and his organs had shifted positions, sustained solely by sheer will to reach this place.

Just as he reached the temple door, he could no longer support himself, collapsing with a "thud" to the ground, his knees smashing into the bluestone slab:

"Dragon Leader! I’ve failed to retrieve the ’Tianyuan Divine Mountain Map’, the map... the map is in Mi Youdao’s hands!"

The voice of the man in black was hoarse and fragmented, his head stubbornly pressed against the ground, not daring to lift even slightly.

Meanwhile, Mi Youdao also arrived at the Mountain God Temple, abruptly halting his steps, stabilizing his figure several zhang away.

His sharp gaze swept over the temple, the door was dilapidated, covered in cracks, revealing a faintly dark scene inside.

The man in black was already a top-tier Great Success expert in the martial world, someone he revered as the "Dragon Leader" was definitely not ordinary.

"Could it be the Grandmaster?"

Mi Youdao’s heart skipped a beat, immediately giving rise to the thought of fleeing.

In the path of Martial Arts, beyond the outer scene is the inner scene Grandmaster, and above that, the legendary Martial Saint.

While outer scene martial artists can manipulate Primordial Qi to manner an area, they are like ants before a Grandmaster.

Mi Youdao’s Spiritual Power quietly extended, yet he could not detect a trace, the temple was silent, seemingly empty.

"Is there truly an unrivaled Grandmaster stationed, or is this the man in black’s bluff?"

Mi Youdao pondered in his heart, then coldly snorted, a hint of arrogance and confidence flashing through his eyes.

Even if there truly was a Grandmaster inside, so what?

He had support from his Master, whose strength was immeasurable, far beyond his imagination, a Grandmaster may not prevail before his Master.

Just as he prepared to step forward and explore, a gentle voice emerged from behind the temple door, like a mountain stream flowing slowly, yet carrying penetrating power:

"Didn’t you lead him here? Consider the task half-completed."

The voice paused, then spoke again with a few degrees of indifference:

"However, rules cannot be broken, failure in duty must be punished, return and face the wall in the Cyan Dragon Cave for half a month, a minor punishment with great warning."

"Cyan Dragon Cave!"

Upon hearing these three words, the man in black on the ground trembled violently, cold sweat instantly oozing from his forehead, his face turning as pale as paper.

Cyan Dragon Cave is the punishment place of the Cyan Dragon Association, filled with bone-chilling winds and devouring poisonous insects.

Ordinary martial artists entering would perish within three days, even he, as a Great Success practitioner, would lose a layer of skin after half a month inside.

But he dared not resist in the slightest, forced to endure fear, respectfully cupping his hands: "Subordinate obeys!"

At the same time, Mi Youdao’s pupils contracted instantly upon hearing that voice, unease spiking within, like being drenched in icy water, chilling him head to toe.

At such a close distance, he had failed to perceive the other’s presence, the other’s Spiritual Power was like a vast starry sky, completely concealing his breath, not leaking the slightest bit.

Escape!

Must escape immediately!

This was the sole thought in Mi Youdao’s heart at this moment.

Without hesitation, he abruptly turned direction, Primordial Qi surged madly within, feet pushing off the ground, his form shooting down the mountain like an arrow.

To gain more time to escape, he even resorted to the Blood Burning Forbidden Technique, fusing with Primordial Qi, his speed instantly increasing by several degrees, leaving a faint blood shadow behind.

But just as he rushed hundreds of zhang, a cyan shadow appeared beside him silently, not causing a trace of air fluctuation.

"Where can you possibly escape to?"

The gentle voice echoed again, right near Mi Youdao’s ear, as if the speaker had always been by his side.

Mi Youdao felt his scalp tingle, a chill from his feet to his crown.

Turning to look, beside him was a man in a cyan robe, wearing a fierce Dragon Head mask, the mask’s Dragon Scales vividly realistic, eyes flashing faintly cyan light.

The man’s presence was entirely undetectable, seemingly fused with the heavens and earth.

Yet such an existence instilled extreme fear in Mi Youdao, more terrifying than facing an army.

The Dragon Head man lightly shook his head, a hint of disappointment in his tone:

"Your heart is in chaos, afraid, chaos scatters the mind, scattering drains power, you are not even worthy of dying by my hands."

As soon as the words left his mouth, the Dragon Head man casually raised his right hand, lightly grabbing towards Mi Youdao.

In an instant, Mi Youdao felt an irresistible force enveloping him, as if heaven and earth had been solidified.

He tried to struggle, but found himself immobile, his Primordial Qi, like a frozen river, halted completely, his Spiritual Power firmly sealed, unable to mobilize.

His vitality was utterly frozen, with only his thoughts struggling to jump—Grandmaster’s might, terrifying indeed! Master, beware!