Wait a minute, where is my master?

There is also Little Jin, and then there's the Demon Lord inheritance from the Nine Provinces, you, a person whose cultivation has reached such a level, to...

Forget it, these are actually quite acceptable. But how could a master as terrifying as you be trapped for months in a Formation by an Ant Tribe, oh no, by a part of the Ant Tribe under Little Jin's control!?

"I admit what you said earlier, what that young fellow in the Nine Provinces Realm did with my inheritance can be blamed on me, and I have no complaints."

"But, your master being trapped by an Ant Tribe for months, aren't you joking a bit?"

Honestly, Ye Fudao felt that the other party was somewhat bending the rules.

While he was contemplating and speaking, he saw that although the little Taoist priest had already stepped onto the small platform, he seemed not to have noticed his covert actions. Therefore, he began to control three runes, continuing to spread beneath the platform.

At the same time, Ye Fudao's gaze swept over the space passage opened in mid-air, and he thought to himself,

"Those four beasts don't want to deal with me, but couldn't they sense such a glaring space passage opened within their prohibition?"

"Do I look like I'm joking? Also, what do you plan to do with those three runes?"

Jin Xu said, already gathering the light of the "Truth-Telling Skill" in his palm, and with a swoosh, it went straight towards the opponent's face.

"Saying the Chaos Clan is an Ant Tribe, does that not mean that the master trapped by the Chaos Clan's Formation is... "

Unable to tolerate the insult to the old Taoist, Jin Xu decisively chose not to waste words any longer, first exposing the opponent's slight movement, then striking fiercely while the other was still dumbfounded.

"!!!"

Ye Fudao, having his covert action exposed, was startled at first but, with his copious practical experience, barely hesitated for a fraction of a second before fully activating the three runes to sink down, aiming directly for the core of the formation that constructed the prohibition at this location.

Meanwhile, seeing the white light gathering in the palm of the Taoist priest in front of him coming towards him, he shook his white hemp robe, and thousands of hemp fibers flew out, wrapping around Jin Xu's arm like a spider capturing its prey.

Swish swish swish!

The rapid wrapping of the hemp fibers produced a sharp, air-slicing noise.

These hemp fibers appeared ordinary, but each had been soaked in the sharp rune by Ye Fudao for many years. In the Four Symbols Great Thousand Realm, even High-Grade Immortal Treasures, if not defensive in nature, could easily be sliced into pieces.

However, Ye Fudao, knowing the terror of the young Taoist and vaguely aware of the fierceness of his golden spiritual power,

did not expect these thousands of hemp fibers to block him at all.

After executing this close-range tactic, the seated Ye Fudao's face suddenly aged, followed by a younger version of himself emerging from his body.

Drifting backward, he landed on the edge of the platform.

For a moment, there were two Ye Fudaos on this tiny platform.

Turning to Jin Xu's side, after noticing the thousands of hemp fibers wrapping around his arm, his face remained calm as he gathered a thin layer of golden spiritual power outside the robe on his arm.

Then, the sharp, air-slicing noise and the snapping of the fibers alternated.

The thousands of hemp fibers, capable of easily slicing through High-Grade Immortal Treasures, didn't even last a breath... no, they had no obstructing effect whatsoever.

"Snap!"

The Taoist priest's hand, glowing with white light, solidly hit the aged Ye Fudao's face, having even held back his strength.

If he had struck with full force, Jin Xu feared that he wouldn't even need to use the "Hand Palm Thunder"; this slap alone could have sent him away.

The white light entered the aged Ye Fudao's face.

At the edge of the platform, the young Ye Fudao, seeing his aged body unharmed, clearly flashed a look of astonishment in his eyes.

[・ヘ・?]

"That magic you just used wasn't an attacking method?"

"Hmm."

Hearing Jin Xu admit it, a sense of absurdity couldn't help but rise in the young Ye Fudao's heart.

"You were prepared to sacrifice one of your lives just to buy time for the actions beneath the platform, and now you're telling me that imposing-looking white light was not an attacking method?"

"Then what was the purpose of using this white light?"

At the edge of the small platform, the young Ye Fudao cautiously spoke up.

Meanwhile, Jin Xu raised his eyebrows and glanced at the other, speaking in an intrigued tone.

"You will soon find out what this magic is. Tell me, how far can that ink jade fishing rod cast, and what people or objects can it reach? Also, why did you want someone to steal it?"

"Soon..."

As the young Ye Fudao was muttering the Taoist's words, no sooner had he spoken two words than the mouths of the two bodies began to move involuntarily.

"It can fish in the three thousand small worlds, including some lower-level small worlds, any person or object it reaches. However, the distance and success rate actually depend on the strength of the Spiritual Power that the user infuses into the rod."

"As for why I wanted to command someone to steal back this item, it's because this ink jade rod was also one of the fallbacks I set up back then. It can, during its use by the holder, steal a portion of power to store in the prohibition I set up in the Chaos Space."

"But since this rod fell into your hands, I discovered that it couldn't steal power anymore, which is why I commanded someone to investigate and steal it, wanting to see what exactly had happened."

"What have you done to me!!? Is this the advanced magic of 'Sincere Thousand Questions'?"

After obediently answering the questions, Ye Fudao immediately spoke again, both shocked and enraged.

"No, this is a weakened version of 'Sincere Thousand Questions,' the 'Truth-Telling Skill.'"

Jin Xu's lips slightly curled up, and after seriously correcting him, he paused thoughtfully for a moment.

"According to what this person says, was the place I originally lived actually in a Small Thousand World or even a lower-tier small world? If that's the case, then I..."

He halted his thoughts and was about to continue asking something.

However, before he could open his mouth, the Taoist suddenly looked down at the small platform. Golden spiritual power suddenly spread out, enveloping both himself and the old and young Ye Fudao standing on the platform.

The two Ye Fudaos, seeing this, had an expression of astonishment on their faces for less than an instant.

"Hum!"

A tremendous trembling sensation first transmitted from the four-colored pond water. Then, countless invisible sharp auras began to surge upward.

On top of the four-colored pond water, huge sword-shaped splashes burst forth one after another.

At this moment, beyond this space which was invisible to Jin Xu's bare eyes,

The skies and clouds changed, dark clouds mixed with wind and thunder began to gather continuously.

With a booming thunderclap, dark golden sword-shaped raindrops fell from the clouds, and a series of long, mournful, and desolate wails sounded throughout the heavens and the earth.

As the raindrops fell, some of the softer ground in the Four Symbols Great Thousand Realm began to be pierced with one deep pit after another.

And the cultivators living in the Four Symbols Great Thousand Realm sensed this massive cosmic change.

Those with lower cultivation hurriedly deployed Immortal Law and treasures, heading to the nearest cities, buildings, caves, and other places that could shelter their bodies. Those with higher cultivation stood firm against the sharp dark golden raindrops, took flight, and gazed toward the place where the raindrops fell the most violently.

Fortunately, the range of these sharp dark golden raindrops falling was limited, and the area enclosing Ye Fudao was sparsely populated.

Thus, there were no mortals harmed by this dark golden rainfall.

"Brother Zhao, could this phenomenon be..."

In the half-raining sky, a male cultivator with small eyes tentatively asked his companion beside him, a long-bearded cultivator but bald on top.

"Junior Brother Sun, you guessed right. This phenomenon of heaven and earth sharing grief indicates a Great Master has actively shattered his own cultivated principles! Moreover, by observing this dark golden rain, it appears the shattered principle seems to be the sharp principle."

"The sharp principle!? Wasn't that abolished by the Four Divine Monarchs thirty thousand years ago..."

The male cultivator with small eyes stopped talking abruptly, his mouth hanging open.

Inside the Four-colored Pond Space.

The violent Four Symbols Power, together with ubiquitous sharp aura, had completely filled the space.

However, at the center of this stormy and chaotic scene,

Jin Xu was watching the ashen-faced Ye Fudao with a playful expression.