Chapter 59: The Withering of a Hundred Flowers Decision

  At night, Yang Le and the two maids watched Xia Lin Qiu Meng sleep soundly until late at night. A heroic sentiment arose in his heart, and he decided to let them live a happy life forever. Whoever tried to ruin it, Yang Le would turn them into ashes.

  Expand perception, perception like mercury overflowing the guest room, through the treasure tower, sweeping in all directions, avoiding a few powerful divine power shields forming pseudo-realms, and some weaker divine power realms can also be silently penetrated with ease. Within a radius of 200 million li, almost everything is under perceptual control.

  However, within these 200 million li, the Lingwu City was only covering a small part of it, and most of the southern city was reflected in Yang Le's sea of consciousness.

  Within Yang Le's perceptual range, hundreds of divine officials and divine people were discovered, with various heavenly treasures and precious lights and auras floating in his perception like fireflies twinkling.

  He withdrew his senses and quietly peeked out from the top of the tower. He knew he was on the twenty-ninth floor of the Clove Tower, and any higher would be the floors where the gods' divine envoys cultivated and dined, which was not a place Yang Le could set foot in. The further up he went, the more keenly Yang Le's senses detected a captivating fragrance within the tower, as if he were surrounded by a sea of flowers, becoming increasingly enchanted and intoxicated.

  Yang Le's firm and resolute heart would not be bewildered by these fragrances, nor would it fall into a state of delirium. Don't forget that the primordial spirit he refined is a destructive divine weapon; all external desires such as the seven emotions and six desires are fundamentally unable to bewilder him, except for his own feelings that arise from within.

  Silently and stealthily, Yang Le bypassed many dense divine power seals or drilled through the weaknesses of various powerful divine power seals, invading the top floor of this treasure tower, the thirty-sixth layer.

  As soon as he stepped onto the top of the tower, the illusion changed. This was a vivid flower world. Each stem of fresh flowers faced the morning sun, carrying clear dew and thriving. Some were proud and aloof, some were elegant and noble, some were upright and unyielding, each one unique. But in the next moment, each stem of fresh flowers immediately withered and declined at a speed visible to the naked eye.

  In a world of silence, the withered seeds of flowers seemed to have gone through a long period of time. After a spring breeze blew by, they sprouted and grew one after another, each plant lush and vibrant. Later, buds that were about to bloom burst forth in brilliant colors, and this world was full of vitality.

  As flowers bloom and wither, through the baptism of years, the ocean of flowers interprets the ultimate truth of life and death, the mystery of vitality and reincarnation.

  Watching such a shocking secret of life and death, even Yang Le was moved, as if he had gained some insight, mysterious and inexplicable.

  In this world of flowers, Yang Le's perception carefully searched, and as he went deeper, in a vast sea of flowers, on a flowerbed about 10,000 feet high, a woman with a divine aura sat majestically. Her face was almost transparent, with a gentle and elegant appearance of over thirty years old. Her noble and dignified temperament matched her inviolable nobility, with a bright and clean complexion, smooth and lustrous skin, shoulders as slender as a willow branch, waist as delicate as a cicada's wings, full and plump, what an absolutely beautiful woman! Could this be the hundred flower goddess who created the Tingshan Building?

  The beautiful woman, immersed in deep meditation, sensed a prying gaze sweeping over her body, and her skin tingled involuntarily. A mixture of shyness, anger, and irritation flared up from the bottom of her heart, rousing her from her profound trance.

  "Ah", a soft cry, the woman in thin silk clothes transformed into a divine power, covering her incredibly seductive body with a skirt, flying towards Yang Le's senses.

  The sea of flowers that covered the sky would become Yang Le's perception, surrounding him. Yang Le let out a bitter laugh, never expecting to encounter such a sensual scene. "You're telling me you cultivate in clothes this thin? Isn't this making it hard for me to speak?" I'm really not doing this on purpose.

  Yang Le's perception was vast and boundless, far surpassing that of ordinary divine beings. Transforming into another unfamiliar man, Yang Le charged at the Flower Sea Prison with both fists. "Boom", the Flower Sea Prison shook violently, like a storm of flowers had descended, petals flying everywhere, as Yang Le forcibly blasted open a massive hole in it.

  Yang Le flew out of the hole, just as he was about to break through this world of flowers, the beautiful woman from earlier was already standing in front of him with her clothes tidy and a face full of shame and killing intent.

  "You little thief, how dare you...how dare you sneak into this deity's cultivation grounds with ill intentions? You'll be leaving your life behind! Flower Sea Frenzy Dance!" As soon as the words fell, all the petals in the entire flower world transformed into sharp blades comparable to top-grade divine artifacts, densely shooting towards Yang Le.

  Those petals that covered the sky and earth, Yang Le had no choice but to grit his teeth and knock them down one by one.

  "Flowers blooming profusely", seeing that move had no effect, another move was made. Only to see petals falling from the sky, a bewildering pink misty aura, permeating the entire flower world, completely submerging Yang Le in various illusions.

  Through the thick pink mist, Baihua Shenzun saw this ordinary man who had inexplicably entered her cultivation place, his eyes clear and scanning around, completely unaffected, and she couldn't help but feel a little shocked.

  Although the falling flowers are not a deadly move, they can make the opponent fall into an illusion and become bewildered. Even a master like Shen Zhen can only escape from the illusion after a moment of distraction, but this moment is enough for her to create a perfect attacking opportunity.

  Unexpectedly, I can sneak into the world she releases during her deep meditation without being affected by the illusion. Indeed, she is not an ordinary person. Although she has set up many powerful divine prohibitions outside when cultivating, and her flower world will automatically unfold to protect her, which reduces its power, it's still not something that a general divine can sneak into without her noticing, let alone a massive spiritual force similar to divine sense.

  But now she's furious and just wants to completely destroy the spiritual energy in front of her. Thinking that her icy body was being peeped at, she couldn't help but burst into flames, her anger hard to dissipate.

  "'Ten Thousand Flowers Withered and Fallen'!" A delicate cry echoed, and immediately, Yang Le found that all the pink flower petals around him had vanished. Thin, crystal clear ice flowers began to fall from the sky, slowly drifting towards Yang Le.

  A fierce gust of fist wind swept over, but these ice flowers were not affected at all, still floating towards Yang Le as usual. Yang Le naturally knew that this must contain great danger, and he quickly changed his shape to dodge around the periphery.

  However, the ice flowers seemed to be intangible, no matter what method Yang Le used, he couldn't touch them, and could only watch as they fell onto his body.

  These ice flowers fell on Yang Le, immediately revealing their tenacious vitality, taking root in Yang Le's body and rapidly growing and multiplying. In an instant, Yang Le's entire body was covered with ice flowers, constantly growing and withering. Yang Le's vast perception also transformed into nutrients that were quickly absorbed by the ice flowers on his body, and his vast perception decreased by a tenth in a short period of time.

  Yang Le tried every means but couldn't even touch that seemingly intangible ice flower, let alone remove it.

  On the verge of falling into crisis, Yang Le's true body felt the crisis and his mind stirred, a mysterious wave was emitted, and the 200 million li small world was controlled in Yang Le's hands.

  In the thirty-sixth floor of the top of the Toshin Tower, that seemingly boundless world of flowers suddenly shook with a single tremor, and a fissure just large enough for one person to fit through appeared beside Yang Le's transformed body.

  With a sudden leap, Yang Le was about to disappear into the crevice.

  "Little thief, report your name. This deity will come back to settle the score later." The Hundred Flowers Deity did not expect such a sudden change and asked hastily as she watched Yang Le about to disappear before her eyes.

  Although she had been hit by her "Wan Hua Jiao Ling" move, he was confident that only a quasi-sage who had grasped the laws of life and death could dispel it. However, thinking about how eerie he was made him feel somewhat apprehensive, and thinking that he still didn't know his opponent's true identity made him even more suffocated, so he casually asked a question.

  "It's Xiangyao Wuzun!" A voice came from far away.

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