This was not the third Heavenly Writing power that Lu Zhou had recently comprehended.
What a familiar grand power, 'Scram'.
It boomed in everyone's ears like a clap of thunder.
With the Wisdom of Speech, one could understand the unspeakable and unspeakable words of all living beings in the Sha Sea. This was the power known as the Wisdom of Speech.
The densely packed energy swords that resembled golden needles were shattered by the soundwave like glass.
They vanished in midair and returned to the world.
The 1,000 energy swords closest to Lu Zhou's forehead seemed to be repelled as they shot upward.
Gong Yuandu's huge avatar only lasted for a breath. His golden avatar was like a bubble that was blown away by the soundwave.
Several energy swords shot toward Gong Yuandu.
Gong Yuandu did not expect this. His protective energy was pierced by the energy swords like a balloon.
Some of the energy swords cut his arms, face, back, and legs.
Gong Yuandu looked horrified.
He grunted in pain.
He plummeted.
Hua Wudao's Six Compatible Seal shattered in just a blink of an eye.
The others floated backward and fell to the ground in a parabola.
Even Duanmu Sheng and Little Yuan 'er who had experienced the grand power,' Scram ', were shocked.
However …
The power of Speech exceeded everyone's expectations. After the soundwave swept Gong Yuandu down, it continued to rise.
Boom!
The barrier, which had already become very weak, was like a bubble that was popped from the inside by the sound waves.
The barrier vanished into thin air.
Gong Yuandu landed on the ground.
The Evil Sky Pavilion fell silent.
Lu Zhou looked up at the sky. The barrier was nowhere to be seen.
'This …'
It seemed to be much more powerful than before.
'This is complicated.'
'My head hurts.'
Lu Zhou wanted to scratch his head.
He did not want this to happen.
What would the Noble Path think now that the barrier was gone?
Leng Luo and the others were speechless as well. They could not understand what had just happened.
The others rose to their feet and looked in Gong Yuandu's direction.
Lu Zhou looked at Gong Yuandu as well.
…
Gong Yuandu was still alive.
Although the barrier was weak, it was much stronger than a Nascent Divinity Tribulation realm elite's defense.
The grand power, 'Scram', instantly shattered the barrier, but it did not kill Gong Yuandu.
How did he do it?
After lying on the ground for a while, he propped himself up with difficulty and sat up.
He looked at the ground, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.
Defeated.
It was a complete defeat.
Gong Yuan was a man, so how could he cry in front of everyone?
He smiled.
After laughing quietly for a while, ignoring the pain in his body, he said, "I've lost."
"Have you thought it through?" Lu Zhou looked at Gong Yuandu.
"Figured out what?"
"The reason you lost."
"I can't figure it out."
Gong Yuandu shook his head.
He did not continue speaking. Instead, he looked at Lu Zhou with a hint of a smile in his eyes.
He picked himself up.
He hobbled to the table.
Lu Zhou walked to the opposite side and sat down.
The two of them poured wine for themselves.
"You still have 100 years to go … Are you really willing to give up?" Lu Zhou asked.
Gong Yuandu sighed. "Brother Ji, you might not know."
He picked up the wine jar and poured it into his mouth.
After drinking a few mouthfuls, he put it down and said, "I can't come back."
"Why?"
"I've already ignited my blood essence …" Gong Yuandu said.
Blood essence was the source of life.
Lu Zhou frowned slightly and said, "Just to improve your cultivation base?"
Cough!
Gong Yuandu coughed violently.
He spat out a mouthful of blood.
Lu Zhou wondered if he was injured by the grand technique, 'Scram', or if his old injuries were acting up.
The strangest thing was …
After spitting out the blood, half of his hair turned white.
Gong Yuandu did not seem to mind. He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and took another sip of wine. He forced a smile on his face. "Just a little bit more."
"Hm?"
"Just a little bit more … to the Nine-leaf stage."
The others who were standing nearby were shocked.
Anyone with the slightest knowledge of cultivation would know what the Nine-leaf stage represented.
The Eight-leaf stage was the limit of what humans could achieve.
Until now, no cultivator had successfully attained the Nine-leaf stage. At the very least, there were no known Nine-leaf elites.
Even in the Misty Forest where humans rarely visited or the whirlpools in the seas where no one dared to venture, there were no Nine-leaf elites.
There were no Nine-leaf elites in the books that humans could find as well.
"Just a little bit more … and it's an insurmountable gap," Lu Zhou said.
"Brother Ji, don't you feel it?"
"What do I feel?" Lu Zhou asked.
"The feeling of danger, the feeling of my life slipping away. It's mysterious and unpredictable …" Gong Yuandu lowered his voice as he said, "Every time my cultivation base rises … I feel like I'm growing old. I'm aging rapidly. I can't stop it … "
A hint of helplessness could be seen in Gong Yuandu's eyes. "If I try to stop it, the Primal Qi I've accumulated through painstaking efforts will leave my sea of Qi."
"When did you have this feeling?" Lu Zhou asked.
"The tenth year in the Mausoleum of Swords … and the thirtieth year."
"So, you stopped it the first time, but you didn't stop it the second time."
"I had no other choice."
If it were not for the dirt, his white hair would have been eye-catching.
Lu Zhou was thinking about this as well.
If Gong Yuandu was telling the truth, then the limit of human cultivation was the Eight-leaf stage.
Alas, Gong Yuandu was the only one who could do that. There were too few cases that could be used as reference.
Cough!
Gong Yuandu coughed again.
This time, he coughed.
Gong Yuandu's hair was completely white.
The dirt could not conceal his white hair.
The others were shocked. They did not know what was going on.
Lu Zhou looked at Gong Yuandu's white hair. He seemed to have understood something. He said softly, "Fool."
"If I didn't do that, I would've died immediately." Gong Yuandu laughed again. He was no longer drinking. His right hand was trembling. "Sometimes, it's not a bad thing to be a little stupid."
Gong Yuandu picked up the wine jar and poured it into his mouth.
The wine in his stomach churned violently.
He did not feel uncomfortable. In fact, he enjoyed it. It had been a long time since he had felt this way in the coffin. The stimulation from the wine made him feel that he was still human. He was still alive.
Alas …
Every time he drank alcohol, his hair would turn white.
The soil was peeling off.
His skin was wrinkled to the point that it no longer looked like normal skin. It would not be an exaggeration to call it tree bark.
Gong Yuandu chuckled as he said, "To be honest, when I made my move earlier … I had a feeling that I could kill you."
"If I didn't have some tricks up my sleeves, you would've been a dead man back in the Mausoleum of Swords," Lu Zhou said confidently.
Gong Yuandu nodded weakly.
He remembered the Seven Terminal Formation in the Mausoleum of Swords and his Demon Sword.
Lu Zhou could break the Demon Sword and the Seven Terminal Formation. It was nothing for him to defeat Gong Yuandu.
"Brother Ji, you're older than me, and your cultivation base is much higher than mine … It won't be long before you feel the same way I do." Gong Yuandu chuckled. "Perhaps, the seniors feel this way when they're seeking a breakthrough …"
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