Chapter 3442: Extinguishing the Great Vehicle

A vast, boundless forest. From deep within, a loud explosion echoed, causing the ground to tremble slightly.

With a thunderous roar, a massive crimson fire pillar shot skyward, highly conspicuous. Numerous trees toppled as roaring flames engulfed them. The blaze reached for the heavens, and thick smoke billowed.

Deep in the dense forest, Yan Zheng stood in a clearing with a cold expression. Not far from him, a giant mantis, charred black all over, lay lifeless.

"Finally, it's done!"

Yan Zheng breathed a sigh of relief and put away the giant mantis's corpse.

He transformed into a streak of light and sped through the air. Before long, Yan Zheng landed in another clearing. In the distance, a tree glowed faintly with spiritual light.

"Glazed Wood, at least over 100,000 years old," he muttered. "Refining several sets of top-grade defensive spirit treasures for transcending tribulations won't be an issue. This is a great opportunity for our Fiery Spirit clan."

Yan Zheng's eyes were filled with fervent excitement; he was overjoyed.

He had just entered the Dao Field and already obtained a Mahayana-level spirit item. Although he had been chased by an eighth-rank demonic beast and forced to separate from his clan members, the discovery of this 100,000-year-old Glazed Wood made all his previous suffering worthwhile.

Top-grade defensive spirit treasures for transcending tribulations were extremely rare; even in the Thousand Spirits Continent, they were scarce and considered significant cultivation resources.

With this Glazed Wood, he could refine top-grade spirit treasures for transcending the Grand Heavenly Tribulation or exchange it for other cultivation resources with fellow Mahayana cultivators.

The void above Yan Zheng's head rippled, and a vast, azure hand appeared out of thin air. On its surface, a lifelike Qilin phantom shimmered.

A sound like a tsunami roared in Yan Zheng's ears. Simultaneously, the azure hand slammed down, causing the void to vibrate with a buzzing sound and numerous cracks to appear.

The azure hand appeared weightless, but Yan Zheng knew very well that enduring this blow directly would either kill him or leave him severely wounded.

A woman's loud cry rang out, spreading for tens of thousands of miles around and echoing endlessly across the sky.

Yan Zheng's head sank. Simultaneously, a powerful gravitational force emerged from the ground, binding him to the earth. He felt as if a mountain weighing billions of jin had been placed on his shoulders, and his legs trembled.

The red jade lock on Yan Zheng's chest lit up with a dazzling crimson light, and a shimmering crimson light screen appeared, protecting his entire body.

The azure hand slammed onto the crimson light screen, emitting a dull thud. The spiritual light of the crimson screen dimmed, the ground around Yan Zheng shattered, and dust billowed.

A vast, azure halo descended from the sky, accompanied by a piercing immortal melody. The nearby void ripped open, revealing numerous cracks.

Yan Zheng felt an unbearable stinging pain in his eardrums, and his face turned beet red.

The azure halo swept past the crimson light screen. The crimson light screen flickered wildly, then cracked like tortoise shells and shattered piece by piece.

The azure halo swept over Yan Zheng. He let out a miserable shriek, fell to the ground, and lay lifeless.

With a flash of spiritual light, Yan Zheng transformed into a palm-sized, shimmering four-colored jade—a Five-Mystery Jade. The golden domain of the four-colored jade shattered, turning it into a three-colored jade.

Hundreds of miles away, a cluster of crimson flames emerged from the void, transforming into Yan Zheng's figure. He broke out in a cold sweat.

With a flash of spiritual light, the three-colored jade appeared above Yan Zheng's head.

He saw Wang Changsheng and Wang Ruyan in the distance, and his expression turned grim.

"Fairy Sky Qin, you've advanced to the Mahayana stage!"

Yan Zheng said with a gloomy face, completely surprised that Wang Ruyan had advanced to the Mahayana stage.

What surprised him even more was how Wang Changsheng and Wang Ruyan had appeared. It was strange that he would encounter them in such a vast Dao Field.

Wang Changsheng offered no explanation. He raised his right hand, and a blue-glowing command flag flew out. After circling the Glazed Wood once, it transformed into a thick blue water curtain, enveloping the tree.

Countless crimson flames erupted from Yan Zheng's body. With a muffled bang, his body exploded, turning into nine equally sized flames that shot off in different directions.

This was the Nine Flames Spirit Division technique, a unique secret art of the Fiery Spirit clan. Yan Zheng had escaped from powerful enemies multiple times using it; he had even relied on this secret art to escape when he was chased by the Evil Eye clan in the Thousand Spirits Continent.

Last time, fighting alone, he was almost killed by Wang Changsheng. This time, facing two opponents, he was even less of a match.

Retreat was the best strategy.

Just then, the ground trembled slightly, and a powerful gravitational force emerged out of nowhere, slowing the speed of the nine flames.

The sound of surging waves filled the air as countless blue seawater emerged over a radius of tens of thousands of miles, transforming the entire area into a small ocean.

The seawater churned violently, surging from all directions. Wherever it passed, the void distorted and warped, its astonishing momentum akin to ten thousand galloping horses.

One cluster of crimson flames flared brightly and transformed into Yan Zheng's appearance; the other eight clusters of flames dispersed.

Yan Zheng's expression darkened. He had no doubt that he would be crushed into a pile of minced meat.

He flicked his sleeve, and a crimson-glowing banner shot out. After circling him once, a vast expanse of crimson flames surged forth, spreading in all directions to meet the incoming seawater.

With thunderous roars, the seawater collided with the flames, erupting into a vast expanse of white mist.

An immortal melody resounded, and the mist around Yan Zheng dispersed as a vast, azure halo descended from the sky. Before it even landed, he felt an unbearable stinging pain in his eardrums. Numerous cracks appeared in the nearby void, and the surrounding flames flickered wildly before vanishing.

Yan Zheng summoned his Dharma Idol, which merged with him. His entire body engulfed in flames, he slapped his right hand towards the void above his head, and a giant crimson-glowing palm flashed forth to meet the incoming attack.

The azure halo collided with the crimson giant palm. The palm shattered into pieces and dispersed into scattered flames that vanished.

Yan Zheng conjured a crimson-glowing short blade and cleaved the azure halo.

The mist in front of him condensed, transforming into Wang Changsheng's figure. A massive humanoid phantom appeared above Wang Changsheng and merged with him.

Wang Changsheng's fists moved, slamming towards Yan Zheng.

Being approached by a Mahayana-stage body cultivator had severe consequences.

Yan Zheng's face contorted into a ferocious grimace. He opened his mouth and spat out a stream of crimson flames, while simultaneously his body rapidly expanded, intending to self-detonate. Even if he couldn't kill Wang Changsheng, wounding him would be acceptable.

Roaring flames engulfed Wang Changsheng, but he remained unaffected.

A blue light shot out from Wang Changsheng's glabella, striking Yan Zheng's body. Yan Zheng let out a miserable shriek, his body shriveled, and he felt as if his sea of consciousness was splitting in two.

By the time he recovered, Wang Changsheng's fist had already slammed into Yan Zheng's head.

With a dull thud, Yan Zheng's head shattered. As soon as a miniature Nascent Soul left his body, a blue-glowing talisman shot over and stuck to it.

The miniature Nascent Soul's expression became dull, and it remained motionless.

Wang Changsheng opened his mouth and spat out Glazed Ice Flame, which landed on Yan Zheng. The flames on Yan Zheng's body flickered wildly and extinguished. The seventh-rank spirit flame Yan Zheng had spat out was a great supplement for the Glazed Ice Flame.

The flames completely dissipated, and the headless corpse fell. Yan Zheng, who had roamed the Mysterious Spirit Continent for tens of thousands of years, thus met his demise. Strictly speaking, he would only truly perish and cease to exist when Wang Changsheng destroyed his Nascent Soul.