Chapter Eighty-two: Further Derivation

  The crimson claw of the forehead bone drew a long scar and chopped it on the head of the stone man.

  Buzz!!

  It sounded like something had been smashed against a stone tool.

  The stone man's dull eyes suddenly snapped back to life, a burst of killing intent erupting from his body. His dry yellow hair stood on end, and the tattered clothes around him rustled ominously. As he gazed at the skull, a fierce glint appeared in his eyes. On his right arm, a dark grey aura materialized. The right arm, which had just regained its vitality, seemed to turn back into stone in that instant.

  The right hand stretched out, with five fingers grasping towards the skull's cranium.

  Crack!

  The powerful and ferocious skull was like a paper-thin thing in front of the stone man, its head bone was directly pinched to explode, the gray gas shook violently, and the remaining body of the skull was shaken into powder. Countless broken bones splashed out, even the original position where the skull stood was shocked by the residual wave, forming a huge pit.

  The ground of the city, although not as good as the city wall, also contains many defensive restrictions. When Ding Yan entered the city, he had tried to probe it before. With his current cultivation, even with full force, he could only leave a mark on it. But the stone man just made a casual strike and caused such a terrifying consequence, its strength can be imagined.

  After killing the skull, the gray aura around Shi Ren gradually faded away, and his arm returned to normal. After a moment, he regained his previous dazed expression, muttering to himself as he walked towards the depths of the Dead City, eventually disappearing from sight...

  ......

  After Shi Ren left, Ding Yan walked out of the alley and his gaze fell on the black city wall. There was only a huge hole there, the Ghost Gate had disappeared. The cracks around it were constantly flashing with black runes, as if trying to restore it.

  "What brought Shi Ren to Wang Si Cheng as well?" Ding Yan muttered to himself.

  In the place where the city wall was broken, a nameless force surged and confronted the runes. No matter how distorted the runes were, they could not repair the broken place.

  "Now that the city wall is broken, many people will probably take advantage of it to enter the inner city. In that case, this inner city may not be peaceful anymore." After glancing at the broken part of the city wall, Ding Yan swung his sleeve and walked in the direction he came from.

  The monks outside the city are all here for the relics of Huang Quan Lao Xian. Previously, they couldn't enter because of the demonic skull's guard, but now that the demonic skull has been killed by Shi Ren and a big hole has been opened in the city wall, those people will definitely rush in once they find out.

  Before this, Ding Yan must find Huang Quan Old Immortal's mausoleum, then eliminate the heart demon and leave this place.

  When Ding Yan returned to the original place again, he found that the Wheel of Rebirth had disappeared and only a very ordinary house was left at the original location.

  After observing for a while, he pushed open the door and entered.

  Inside, there is nothing, the ground is all black bricks, and the windows next to it have long been torn and tattered, with a chilly wind blowing in through the windows, making it feel somewhat gloomy.

  "The yin and yang shift, the five elements transform. It seems that the old ancestor of the Mo family left behind a residual map, which records the method of leaving this place. But where is the tomb of the Yellow Spring Old Immortal...?" Ding Yan crouched down, his right hand touching the ground, a thread of coolness feeding back into his mind.

  Ding Yan naturally wouldn't believe that Old Ancestor Mo would leave behind a completely useless residual diagram.

  All along the way, he followed the map and did not encounter any danger or see any relics of his predecessors, which made him wonder about the true purpose of the map.

  He sat down with his legs crossed, and Ding Yan took out the remaining picture from his sleeve and placed it in the palm of his right hand, then closed his eyes.

  The innate power in the body operates silently and quietly, with a yin-yang wheel gradually emerging behind. With the possession of the Qiankun Dao Jing, Ding Yan's Tuyuan technique can exert the most advanced technique's power, infinitely close to the existence of Taoist magic. After reaching this level, Tuyuan technique can deduce many messages that were previously invisible.

  Of course, divination techniques are not Taoist techniques after all, and there are still many constraints, such as the need for residual images, and also where Ding Yan is sitting at this time.

  A series of complex hand seals were constantly being released from Ding Yan's right hand, and the yin-yang wheel behind him also began to rotate. Gradually, a faint aura enveloped Ding Yan. The residual image on the palm of his right hand also floated up silently, suspended in front of his chest.

  Suddenly, Ding Yan's eyes snapped open.

  His eyes suddenly stopped spinning yin and yang, and a series of scenes kept flashing before Ding Yan's eyes.

  Crunch...

  A crisp sound was followed by a thread of fresh blood oozing from the corner of Ding Yan's mouth, and the remaining painting that had been suspended on his chest suddenly exploded into powder and scattered away.

  "Wiping away the blood from the corner of his mouth, Ding Yan slowly got up and walked out of the house."

  Outside, the cold wind still exists.

  As far as the eye could see, Ding Yan saw two Qi-refining cultivators fighting each other. During this time, many people discovered the broken city wall and took advantage of it to enter the inner city. The two Qi-refining cultivators who were fighting saw Ding Yan and slightly changed color, their fight becoming more intense before gradually moving further away.

  One loose immortal is enough to kill both of them.

  Ignoring those two people, Ding Yan stood far away, took a deep breath, and his eyes fell in the direction where Xiang Shi had disappeared.

  "There, what exactly exists......" In his previous deduction, Ding Yan saw many things, including the location of Huang Quan Old Immortal's mausoleum.

  At the same time, Ding Yan also saw many unexpected scenes. However, just as he was about to further deduce, a force forcibly interrupted his deduction and even caused a backlash. The source of that force was in the direction where the stone man disappeared.

  "Never mind, let's leave this place early after finding the relic of Huangquan Old Immortal." It wasn't that he didn't have curiosity, but compared to curiosity, Ding Yan understood better what to take and what to give up.

  With a thousand years of cultivation experience, Ding Yan was no longer that kind of naive and curious young man who had just left his hometown.

  Curiosity can be fatal before absolute power.

  If it weren't for the fear of being haunted by the memories of his previous hesitation and the Wú Chén Dān recorded on that piece of paper, Ding Yan would never have entered the city of Wrongful Death.

  After two hours of searching according to the scene he had seen in his deduction, Ding Yan finally found the location of the Wheel of Rebirth again.

  "Who would have thought that the hidden tomb was within this mobile cycle of reincarnation?" With a glance at the entrance where the black door had already shattered, Ding Yan brushed off his sleeve and stepped inside.

  In the cycle of reincarnation, everything remains the same.

  On the tripod stove, blue smoke is swirling around.

  "Huh? Who are you? Why have you come to Lunhui Guan?" A voice sounded from behind Ding Yan.

  "As expected..." A hint of understanding flashed in Ding Yan's eyes.

  Turning back to look, it was still the green-clothed girl.

  Fresh and elegant, bright eyes in the middle, without any impurities.

  "Why aren't you speaking?" The girl looked at Ding Yan curiously, as if she had never seen him before.