One person: He secluded himself for eighty years and cured Tian Jinzhong.

Chapter 96 My king is rich and powerful, but you're a fake!

"Ughhhhh!!"

Zhang Chulan felt like he was a balloon.

The Qi outside is like blowing air into a balloon.

"I'm going to explode!!!!"

Zhang Chulan gritted his teeth, not only refusing to stop but actually increasing the suction force.

It was precisely at times like these that Zhang Chulan's inner ruthlessness was brought out:

"Come on! Don't you want to eat me?"

"Let's see who eats whom!!"

Centered on Zhang Chulan, an absolute purification domain with a diameter of ten meters was formed.

Any monster that is generated within this realm will instantly be reduced to its most primordial form of Qi.

"What...what kind of method is this???"

Wang Ye was stunned.

This method of restoring "all things" to "qi" is simply unheard of!

This is... the true nature of the Eight Extraordinary Techniques Qi Body Source Flow?

"Huff... huff..."

Zhang Chulan was surrounded by white smoke, looking like a freshly steamed bun.

He opened his eyes, golden light swirling within them. Looking at the cleared area around him, he grinned, though the smile was somewhat sinister.

"Everyone, don't be afraid."

"As long as I haven't died from overeating..."

"These monsters and demons won't get close!"

however.

Just when everyone thought it was safe for the time being.

The bronze divine tree seemed to be angered by Zhang Chulan's actions.

It no longer creates physical monsters, but instead suddenly shudders.

Click click click!!

The branches of the sacred tree began to twist and fold.

The surrounding space suddenly shattered like a kaleidoscope.

"Oh no! It's trying to divide the battlefield!"

Wang Ye shouted, "Hold on tight to each other!!"

But it's too late.

The ground cracked, and space became displaced.

Before anyone could react, the ground beneath their feet split open as if a cake had been sliced, taking them plunging into different spatial layers created by the divine tree!

"Zhang Chulan!!!"

"Old Wang!!!"

The shouts were swallowed up by space.

......

Space interlayer, unknown territory.

That nauseating feeling of weightlessness disappeared.

Wang Ye suddenly opened his eyes, and before he could even see his surroundings clearly, his body instinctively assumed a defensive posture.

"Old Zhang? Sister Bao'er?"

No one responded.

All around was a pure white space, and what was underfoot was not soil, but a huge, slowly rotating Bagua disc.

Countless golden lines intertwined in the air, constructing an extremely intricate yet cold world.

"Where...is this place?"

Wang Ye quickly suppressed his shock, sat cross-legged in the "Li" position, squinted, and stared ahead:

"Is this the Bagua compass, a space exclusively for sorcerers?"

"It seems that the sacred tree has 'categorized' us."

"A warlock like me, who relies on his brain, was thrown into this..."

Wang Ye looked around and muttered to himself:

"This enormous space is like a Bagua diagram."

Just as Wang Ye was about to get up, he suddenly felt a chill run down his spine.

He instinctively reached out to unleash the Chaotic Golden Clapper.

"Buzz!"

But before he could even make a hand gesture, the flow of time around him suddenly changed!

It's not that it's slowed down, but rather...

Stagnation!

Wang was horrified to discover that he had been frozen in place!

In this field he excels at, he was caught off guard and pinned down!

"This is... a chaotic golden clapper?"

Wang Ye's eyes darted around as he looked ahead.

In the center of the Bagua plate, a dark shadow slowly emerged.

That was not a person, but an outline composed of pure black Qi.

The dark figure on the left stood lazily, even holding a black thermos in his hand.

"That's...me?" Wang Ye's face was grim; he knew his own appearance all too well.

That lazy, listless look was clearly him.

"No."

Wang Ye bit his tongue, using the pain to forcefully break free from the restraints of the chaotic golden clapper, and gasped for breath:

"That is me as understood by the divine tree."

"Or... the perfect me."

Before he could finish speaking...

The "shadow king" moved.

It made no unnecessary movements, simply stepping lightly.

"The character '乾' (Qian) signifies a riot of flowers."

Instantly, countless spatial rifts opened around Wang Ye.

A hand reached out from every crack, attacking his vital point!

This is the ultimate application of space in Feng Hou Qi Men, and even Wang Ye himself rarely uses it so smoothly!

"Holy crap! It's also Feng Hou Qi Men? You even know this?!"

Wang Ye dodged awkwardly, channeling his Tai Chi energy to its fullest extent, deflecting the attacks like a spinning top:

"This is unplayable! Doesn't it need to calculate directions? Doesn't it have a cooldown period?"

"Is this the logic of the Divine Tree?"

"If it's theoretically possible, it can be made into a reality... That's practically cheating!"

For a moment, Wang Ye, this top-tier sorcerer, was forced to flee in terror by his own "perfect mirror image".

Here, the mirror does not need to calculate good or bad fortune, does not need to consume Qi, and does not even need to replenish Qi.

It is a sophisticated killing machine.

Wang Ye dodged a teleportation technique with a lazy roll, and was furious:

"This thing is way too hard to fight!!! In terms of magic, this thing is the ceiling! It represents the theoretical limit of Feng Hou Qi Men! How can I win? How am I supposed to win?"

"Theoretical limits..."

Wang Ye suddenly paused for a moment.

He remembered what Su Wuxian had told him in the valley:

"While Feng Hou Qi Men is powerful, it is a 'technique,' while this... is the 'Tao.'"

"Trying to use computing power to calculate nature? That's suicide."

"Technique... Dao..."

Wang Ye stared at the expressionless, even lifeless "shadow Wang Ye".

It's perfect.

Its position is on the most auspicious spot in every direction.

Each of its attacks conforms to the operating principles of the Great Dao.

But precisely because it conforms to the rules so well, it actually... looks very fake.

"We can't go head-to-head with him anymore!"

Wang Ye gritted his teeth, hardened his heart, and simply dissipated the Qi in his body, sitting down on the ground with a thud.

Seeing this, "Shadow King Ye" did not reduce his attack at all. A huge Chaotic Golden Array descended from the sky, intending to completely seal King Ye.

"Come on! Block me!"

Wang Ye pointed at his own nose and cursed loudly at the dark figure:

"You counterfeiter! Do you even know the price of Feng Hou Qi Men?"

"It's madness! It's chaos! It's fucking being trapped in the inner world and unable to escape!"

"You use it so skillfully, so rationally, so calmly... you freaking don't understand Feng Hou Qi Men at all!!"

hum-

The shadowy figure suddenly stopped moving.

The magic array, about to fall, hovered in mid-air, trembling slightly.

"really!"

Wang also made the right bet.

"The sacred tree is visualized through 'logic'."

"In its logic, Feng Hou Qi Men is a perfect technique."

"But in reality, Feng Hou Qi Men has flaws and goes against the natural order! The more perfect it is, the more it violates the 'chaotic' nature of Feng Hou Qi Men!"

"This is a logical paradox!"

Wang Ye stood up, pointed at the dark figure, and approached step by step:

"You are not me."

"I, the king, am also a lazy bum who hates trouble, loves to sleep, and wants to lie down."

"You're so diligent, so precise, so tireless..."

"You're a fake!"

Snap!

As Wang Ye roared in anger, a crack appeared on the body of "Shadow Wang Ye".

It was confused.

"Besides, I, Wang Ye, am incredibly wealthy, worth billions. Show me two million in cash now? It's a fake!"