Cultivating for a hundred lifetimes to ascension Chapter 1447 - 784: Reincarnation Gate
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Zhao Sheng retreated a few paces, eyeing the far-off goat cautiously, then abruptly cupped his fists in its direction.
The white goat clearly got a fright, yet it soon hopped around in delight, the savage gleam in its gaze fading away at once.
Leaning his back on a towering tree, Zhao Sheng hurriedly inscribed words on the earth: "I am Zhao Wuming, are you... Yao Lan?"
"Baa baa!" The goat bobbed its head with thrill, lifting a hoof to start scraping at the soil.
In that instant, a savage spark ignited in Zhao Sheng’s gaze, and he sprang onto the goat’s back without any sign.
The following moment, he extended both arms fast, seizing the goat’s skull and wrenching it forcefully.
A snap echoed, twisting the goat’s head a complete one hundred and eighty degrees. Its eyes, brimming with astonishment, stared at Zhao Sheng, baffled by his sudden brutality.
Slap!
The goat’s form tumbled to the earth, and abruptly, strands of mist rose from the remains, rushing straight into Zhao Sheng’s frame.
A wave of ease washed over Zhao Sheng’s entire being as a cozy stream circulated within, his build noticeably toughening up.
Right away, his stature shot up from three feet to more than six feet, his sinews swelling, rendering him immensely sturdy and powerful.
A spark of thrill and insight lit up in Zhao Sheng’s eyes, and he abruptly balled his hand into a fist, slamming it into a close-by dead tree.
Boom! A depression five or six inches deep formed on the trunk, fringed by spreading fissures like it had suffered a blasting blow.
Immediately after, Zhao Sheng vaulted with power, soaring several feet into the air and touching down smoothly on the dead tree’s top, lifting his arm to cover his brow, his gaze shining as he scanned the area.
Out from the gloom’s core rang sporadic animal growls, along with sporadic clashes between beasts, and now and then, huge shapes darted across above, carrying gusts of chill breeze laced with a thick bloody odor.
Baa baa!
The goat’s remains slowly dimmed and vanished, shortly giving way to a feeble and delicate white lamb.
Trembling in fear, the lamb glanced around its environment, emitting soft bleats.
Strangely, Zhao Sheng acted as if he didn’t notice it at all, persisting in his watch from the tree’s crown.
Soon enough, a mighty gibbon plummeted to the dirt, peered below, but spotted no irregularity on the surface.
Zhao Sheng creased his forehead a bit, puzzled and lost on how the goat could have escaped just beneath his watch.
Without his knowledge, the goat stayed "right before him," the gap between them under three feet. Still, each ignored the other’s presence, like they occupied separate realms, divided by unseen barriers.
Following an extended hunt that yielded nothing, Zhao Sheng reluctantly gave up the pursuit, shifting his sight to the southwest.
Right then, he merged with the shadows like a specter, creeping quietly toward the jumbled boulder cluster in the southwest.
Even though his Mana and Will stayed locked away, his Martial Arts Realm endured unchanged.
Though he wasn’t able to tread on snow without tracks yet, alighting without noise came effortlessly.
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Not long afterward, a brutal clash unfolded on the rock heap’s eastern flank.
A colossal figure with a tiger’s head and a man’s torso savagely gnawed at the throat of a huge wolf pinned underneath, his metal-like fists hammering the wolf’s torso and belly in a frenzy.
The snow-white enormous wolf, sized like an ox, wailed nonstop, its talons carving deep gouges in the soil while crimson spilled from its throat, drenching a broad patch.
Awoooo!
The howls of the giant wolf weakened, its resistance waning, teetering on the edge of blackout.
Noticing this, the tiger-headed colossus’s eyes flashed with ferocity, eagerly chomping deeper into the wolf’s neck, promptly severing its whole head.
Roar!
The tiger-headed giant ejected globs of wolf hair from its mouth, bellowing triumphantly toward the heavens.
As the roar faded, the wolf’s body released bursts of red mist, wafting toward the tiger-headed giant.
The tiger-headed giant bent its head down, swallowing greedily, steadily drawing in the crimson vapor, its face showing pure ecstasy.
Clearly, its frame expanded in size and height, its teeth turning more solid and keen.
Just then, a pale blur shot from the rear of the stone mound, striking the tiger-headed giant’s back in a flash.
With a calm look, Zhao Sheng shaped a quiet Fist Seal using his right hand, pounding the rear of the tiger-headed giant’s cranium.
In the blink of an eye, the giant’s skull burst apart like a ripe gourd, its brain matter pulping into a mess.
Beastmen like these, savage and mindless brutes, Zhao Sheng could slaughter by the handful with ease, presenting zero danger.
On the flip side, reining in the mounting feral drives of this animal shape turned out to be a real struggle.
Once he took in the red mist, his form ballooned swiftly to beyond thirty feet in height, his mass approaching ten thousand pounds, crouching like a colossal heap of muscle, his eyes aflame with dual crimson fires, his whole presence radiating raw, untamed fury.
Now, he possessed tremendous might, able to rip apart lions and tigers without effort, and his sight shifted in a weird way, uncovering bizarre visions never glimpsed earlier.
Amid the boulder pile, loose rocks oddly morphed into lumps of pliable tissue, dotted with thin bristles on top, pulsing and heaving like they respired.
Across the terrain emerged bunches of twisted tendrils, circled by jagged mouths, grimy and charred.
Hovering in the sky, bunches of grasping spectral flames floated around, giving off a steady ghostly green glow.
The spectral flames took shapes of beasts, tigers, leopards, badgers, wolves, all bearing malevolent faces, shrieking like tormented spirits.
Stifling his craving for slaughter, Zhao Sheng pushed off with strength, bounding hundreds of feet distant, crashing down with a tremor that shook the ground.