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 with caution, then abruptly cupped his hands in its direction.
The white goat clearly got startled, yet it soon hopped around in delight, the savage gleam in its gaze fading away at once.
Leaning against a massive tree, Zhao Sheng rapidly etched a message into the dirt: "I am Zhao Wuming, are you... Yao Lan?"
"Baa baa!" The goat bobbed its head with thrill, lifted a hoof, and started pawing at the earth.
Right then, a savage spark lit up in Zhao Sheng's eyes, and he vaulted onto the goat's back without any hint.
In the instant after, he thrust out both arms swiftly, seized the goat's head tight, and wrenched it with utmost power.
A sharp snap rang out, twisting the goat's head a complete one hundred and eighty degrees. Eyes brimming with astonishment stared back at Zhao Sheng, baffled by his abrupt ferocity.
Slap!
The goat's corpse toppled to the earth, and abruptly, threads of mist rose from the remains, surging rapidly into Zhao Sheng's frame.
A rush of ease flooded Zhao Sheng's body as a cozy stream poured in, his build clearly hardening before his eyes.
Suddenly, his stature rocketed from three feet to beyond six feet, sinews swelling massively, giving him a look of tremendous power and solidity.
Thrill and insight sparked across Zhao Sheng's gaze, and he abruptly fisted his hand, slamming into a nearby dead tree.
Bang! A hollow five or six inches deep cratered the trunk's bark, fringed by spidering fissures like from a thunderous blow.
Right after, Zhao Sheng bounded upward with might, soaring several feet skyward and settling lightly on the dead tree's crown, one hand lifted to shade his brow, eyes alight as he scanned the area.
From the black void echoed sporadic animal snarls, mixed with sporadic beast clashes, and from time to time, enormous silhouettes streaked above, trailing chills of wind laced with a dense bloody tang.
Baa baa!
The goat's remains slowly dissolved and vanished, quickly giving way to a feeble, scrawny white lamb.
Terror gripped the lamb as it glanced around, issuing faint bleats.
Curiously, Zhao Sheng acted totally oblivious to it, still peering out from the tree's peak.
Soon enough, a mighty gibbon thudded down to the soil, glanced below, but spotted no oddity on the surface.
Zhao Sheng creased his forehead faintly, puzzled and lost on how the goat vanished from plain sight.
Without his knowledge, the goat stayed "right before him," mere inches under three feet apart. Still, each overlooked the other, as though dwelling in separate realms, parted by otherworldly barriers.
After an exhaustive hunt with no trace of the goat, Zhao Sheng reluctantly dropped the effort, directing his stare southwest.
The very next beat, he melted into the shadows like a specter, slinking quietly toward the jumbled boulder cluster to the southwest.
Even with his Mana and Will locked away, his Martial Arts Realm held firm.
Though he couldn't tread snow traceless yet, dropping without a whisper came naturally.
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A little time passed, and on the rock pile's eastern edge, brutal combat boiled fiercely.
A tiger-headed humanoid colossus gnashed savagely at the throat of a colossal wolf pinned below, his steel-like knuckles battering the beast's ribs and gut in a frenzy.
The buffalo-huge white wolf yelped without cease, its talons clawing vast gouges in the dirt while gore streamed from its throat, staining a vast patch.
Awoooo!
The huge wolf's cries softened, its thrashing growing limp, teetering on the edge of blackout.
Spotting that, the tiger-headed colossus's eyes blazed with wild ferocity, eagerly clamping the wolf's throat and swiftly ripping free its full cranium.
Roar!
The tiger-headed colossus hawked up clumps of wolf pelt, bellowing in ecstasy to the heavens.
Amid the roar, crimson vapors billowed from the wolf's carcass, wafting lazily to the tiger-headed colossus.
The tiger-headed colossus dipped his head, slurping hungrily and drawing in the red vapors nonstop, his face twisted in sheer rapture.
Plainly, his frame swelled bigger and loftier, his canines hardening and honing to deadlier points.
In that split second, a pale blur shot from the rock mound's rear, perching instantly on the tiger-headed colossus's shoulders.
Zhao Sheng, face blank, molded a hushed Fist Seal in his right grip, hammering the colossus's head from behind.
The following heartbeat, the colossus's skull burst open like a cracked gourd, its gray matter pulping into sludge.
These primal, muscle-bound Beastmen lacking any cunning intellect fell to Zhao Sheng in heaps with ease, offering zero peril.
Instead, taming the surging savage drives in this animal guise posed a real test.
Once he inhaled the crimson vapors, his form ballooned fast to above thirty feet high, his bulk closing in on ten thousand pounds, crouched like a colossal meat heap, eyes searing with paired blood blazes, his whole presence radiating raw, feral menace.
At this juncture, his might wasn't just colossal, letting him rend lions and tigers apart without effort, but his eyesight shifted in bizarre ways, disclosing haunting views never glimpsed till now.
Among the boulder mess, stray rocks oddly morphed into wads of yielding meat, dotted with thin bristles on top, swelling and deflating like rhythmic breaths.
Over the soil sprouted knots of twisted limbs, lined with jagged maws, caked in grime and shadow.
Through the air, bunches of raking spectral blazes hovered, spewing a steady unearthly green glow.
The spectral blazes took shapes of creatures, tigers, leopards, badgers, wolves, all twisted in evil snarls, shrieking like damned souls.
Stifling his craving for slaughter, Zhao Sheng surged with power, vaulting hundreds of feet off, slamming down with a tremor that shook the ground.