Chapter 4518 — Either Get Lost or Die
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There was no time for further hesitation. The Xishan Old Sect hurriedly ascended, hoping to spot Wei Zhao by sheer eyesight alone—after all, if Wei Zhao really did slip away right under his nose, he would become a laughingstock.
Yet below stretched a primeval forest, dense and lush beyond measure. Wherever his gaze fell, there were only tall, tightly packed canopies; with eyesight alone, the ground was utterly invisible. The old adage "climb high and gaze far" was of no use whatsoever here.
With no other choice, the Xishan Old Sect cast aside all the dignity befitting a giant of the evil path at the Mountain-Opening stage. He lowered himself at last, plunging into the dense forest, and began searching madly in every direction. Every lift of his hand and step of his foot obliterated vast swaths of woodland—even if he had to dig three feet into the earth, he swore he would drag Wei Zhao out.
Listening to the tremendous commotion the Xishan Old Sect was raising not far away, Wei Zhao could not help but be overjoyed. Enraging a giant of the evil path like the Xishan Old Sect was dangerous in the extreme, but such a reaction also proved that he had finally won himself a thread of survival. Until now he had been on tenterhooks the whole time, terrified that the Xishan Old Sect might descend upon him from above once again.
"Rest easy. This swamp mud has no other use, but for cutting off divine consciousness its effect is superb. That evil cultivator can't lock onto you with his divine consciousness, so naturally he can't drop in on you out of nowhere the way he did before," the ghostly thing said with a chuckle.
"Swamp mud can be that useful? Truly, you can't judge mud by its look. No wonder you had me roll around in it, Senior. Had I known, I'd have scooped up some extra to take back—it might come in very handy someday." Only then did Wei Zhao catch on, and he could not help but click his tongue in regret.
It still stank foully and stung the nose, but compared with the heaven-defying effect of completely shutting out divine consciousness, a trifling smell was entirely bearable. With a layer of swamp mud smeared over his body, he was in a sense wearing an invisibility cloak—fooling divine consciousness was far harder than merely fooling the eyes.
In the eyes of a connoisseur like Wei Zhao, this reeking swamp mud was a true treasure, its value in no way beneath those heavenly materials and earthly treasures—it was only that its application was somewhat peculiar in style.
"You brat, you're not even bothered by the filth." The ghostly thing gave a strange laugh, then warned, "Swamps like this are everywhere. If you want some, you can scoop it up whenever you like, but right now running for your life comes first. Though he can't lock onto you directly with divine consciousness, that evil cultivator won't let you off so easily. If he catches up again this time, even I won't be able to help you."
"Thank you for the warning, Senior." Wei Zhao's heart went cold. The commotion behind him was drawing nearer and nearer—the Xishan Old Sect was plainly grinding and crushing his way forward. Without another word, he turned and ran.
Seen from high above at this moment, with the forest lake as the center, vast stretches of primeval forest could be clearly seen being rapidly destroyed. The Xishan Old Sect was attacking indiscriminately in every direction, and even so, his speed was still far faster than Wei Zhao's Super Butterfly Microstep. When a giant of the evil path at the Mountain-Opening stage truly lost his temper, he was indeed no trifling matter.