Daily Intelligence System: Don't Kill Me, Honey! Chapter 1650 - 381: Du Zundao: Chen, Chen 94, How Can You Be This Strong!

Beyond the Central Island, Du Zundao fixed his stare on it across the Yin Yang circulation at this very moment.

Perched cross-legged atop a slab of Xuanbing, his eyes gleamed with frosty chill and his murderous aura weighed heavily; clearly, fury blazed within him, barely held back as he mused inwardly, Fine, I can’t breach this Yin Yang circulation, but if you try to return? It won’t be simple at all.

You can’t hide on the Central Island eternally, right? The instant you step out, you’re finished.

I’ll stand guard here—the Qiankun Great Method is surely mine, no escape for it!

I’ll bide my time, just waiting patiently like this!

Du Zundao pondered darkly, his visage grim as ink, his sinister gaze locked on the far side.

The depths of this Central Island remained utterly obscured, enveloped by dense fog; this haze fully concealed everything within the Central Island.

Du Zundao wondered what secrets lay inside this island; it was forbidden territory he’d never trod, the private retreat for successive Sect Hierarchs’ seclusion, accessible solely to the Sect Hierarch.

Du Zundao yearned deeply to enter; this occasion had seemed his prime opportunity, yet Chen Jiusi’s abrupt interference midway shattered all his schemes.

The deeper he dwelled on it, the more his temper flared; given the chance, he’d shred Chen Jiusi into a thousand fragments!

Du Zundao vowed silently, when suddenly a massive quake erupted from the nearby Central Island, shaking with tremendous force. Moments later, the dense fog inexplicably surged toward the core area.

It resembled a colossal whirlpool at the heart, greedily swallowing the mist; Du Zundao stared in complete shock—what in the world was happening!

He leaped to his feet involuntarily, and suddenly a realization struck him; his face twisted in dismay.

He remembered Ming King (Han Shantong) mentioning that even the fog encircling the Central Island in the Ruins stemmed from condensed Spiritual Energy, deeming this Central Island the ultimate paradise, the genuine holy ground of their Zoroastrian Sect.

At this realization, his countenance shifted dramatically. If it matched the Dharma King’s words, then the rampant Spiritual Energy surge on this Central Island signaled dire trouble. But what exactly?

One scenario flashed in his mind: Chen Jiusi had seized the Qiankun Great Method, and only practicing it demanded such immense Spiritual Energy!

This idea darkened his expression further.

What sort of freak was this Chen Jiusi, mastering the Qiankun Great Method at such speed? Even for a Melt God Realm powerhouse like himself, swiftly advancing in the Qiankun Great Method would require one or two months; how could anyone achieve Divine Skill Mastery in mere hours? Utterly inconceivable.

Indeed, he wasn’t mistaken. Chen Jie’s rapid progress in the Qiankun Great Method stemmed from heavenly fortune.

This fortune consisted of three key elements, starting with a treasure’s boon.

That treasure was the golden mat beneath Chen Jie. Its lineage was extraordinary; the Zoroastrian Sect’s founding patriarch, Mao Ziyuan, had taken it from the Buddhist Pure Land Sect—a Martial Arts Treasure, the golden-thread mat.

The golden threads in this mat derived from the cores of Seven-colored Treasure Lotus flowers, once the Pure Land Sect’s supreme guardian artifact, inherited by generations of Pure Land Sect Buddha Heads.

To craft this single mat, the Pure Land Sect devoted two centuries to nurturing Seven-colored Treasure Lotuses; annually, they harvested mere traces of the cores, processed via Secret Techniques, amassing just enough over two hundred years for one mat. Ultimately, they enshrined it as the Buddha Head’s protective treasure.

Yet Mao Ziyuan infiltrated the Buddhist Pure Land Sect, shifted from Buddhism to Daoism by joining the Fire Virtue Sect, mastered both paths, shone with peerless talent, served as both Pure Land Sect Buddha Head and Fire Virtue Sect Dao Venerable. Eventually, he merged their strengths to establish the Zoroastrian Sect.

Naturally, the Pure Land Sect Buddha Head’s treasure became his possession too.

Such was the golden mat’s heritage—a hidden supreme treasure of the Zoroastrian Sect’s Sect Hierarch.

This treasure's prime role was preserving mental clarity and wisdom; cultivating atop this mat kept the mind perpetually sharp and aware, while also purging Heart Demons to stop them from invading one's thoughts.

It's crucial to grasp that at advanced Martial Arts stages—like beyond the Melt God Realm—the deadliest threat turned out to be the Heart Demon.

Cultivators seeking to practice typically entered seclusion, devoting over half their time to mastering entry into that selfless, object-forgetting meditative trance. Utterly vital, yet countless failed to attain it.

Remarkably, this golden mat made entering meditation as simple as sitting upon it.

Your mind sharpened instantly, meditation struck in a mere second, untouched by outer Demons—this was without doubt a supreme treasure.

Chen Jie cultivated directly on this golden mat. Empowered by the mat's grace, he entirely bypassed the drawn-out ritual of achieving meditation.

One key factor behind Chen Jie's blazing cultivation speed was this.

Next came the blessed land: Central Lotus Island amid the Ruins. The Ruins' extraordinary setting rendered the Spiritual Energy here so thick it bordered on liquid form.

Cultivating the Qiankun Great Method required massive Spiritual Energy reserves to drive the transformation.

And this Spiritual Energy? None other than the island's heavy mist.

That dread mist propelled Chen Jie through the Qiankun Great Method's hardest hurdle—the Yin Yang Qi conversion—which demanded an ocean of Spiritual Energy. Drawing from external sources would've meant a whole year just refining it.