Immortality Begins with Breathing Exercises

Chapter 763: Chapter 263: Witch God Skill

Bang!

A deafening roar erupted as Lin Zheyu stamped the ground, unleashing a terrifying force with each step, causing the entire earth beneath him to tremble.

This was power, pushed to the extreme, recklessly driving his body to dash at incredible speed, leaving destruction in its wake.

This was why Lin Zheyu always muttered about the crude Martial Artists.

Rumble——

Powerful True Essence surged through his meridians, while in his blood vessels, the energy-laden blood flowed rapidly, echoing with a deafening roar.

As his strength advanced and his physique transformed, True Essence was no longer the sole source of immense power for Lin Zheyu.

The true strength of a Martial Artist lay in the physique, closely linked with blood, muscles, skin, and bones.

Blood was the most fundamental energy source for Martial Artists.

Be it the genuine force of a Martial Artist or Lin Zheyu’s True Essence, it was merely a transition.

This was most vividly exemplified in Bai Lin.

When Lin Zheyu clashed with Bai Lin, he realized that Bai Lin’s strongest power came from fully unlocking his internal Divine Treasure, unleashing potential, and igniting physical strength.

The immense Qi Blood reached an astonishing level.

However, for the current Lin Zheyu, the True Essence remained the strongest energy source in his body, apart from the mysterious golden energy.

He had laid an astounding foundation in the realms of Qi Blood and Bone Marrow Refining, resulting in a terrifyingly powerful quality of True Essence after cultivation.

Even after several physique transformations, the energy contained in his blood increased significantly, but still fell short compared to True Essence.

Perhaps only after unlocking his internal Divine Treasure, his physique undergoes another transformation, and the energy contained in his blood would completely surpass True Essence Power.

"There!"

Lin Zheyu’s speed was incredibly fast, reaching the shaman who had ambushed him in the blink of an eye at seven times the speed of sound.

The man was a middle-aged figure who appeared to be around thirty or forty years old.

He wore a robe made from the fur of an unknown Exotic Beast, with its hood covering his face, making it indiscernible.

Seeing Lin Zheyu rapidly approaching, the man’s expression remained eerily calm.

"Die!"

Lin Zheyu’s cold voice rang out.

True Essence within him exploded, as he swung his right hand, sending a blade light like lightning slicing through the darkness, mercilessly aiming for the man’s neck.

Witnessing this scene, the man lightly tapped his toes, his figure swiftly retreating.

As he retreated, his body started to blur, as if it was about to turn into an intangible bubble.

"Illusion!"

"Dream!"

The man’s mouth opened slightly, quietly uttering two words.

Though his speech was slow, the sound reached Lin Zheyu’s ear the moment he made his move.

As the words fell, the man became illusory, his bubble-like body burst with a pop, and his form suddenly vanished into the endless darkness.

It was only then that Lin Zheyu’s sharp blade light belatedly swept through the fierce wind.

"What kind of power is this!"

Lin Zheyu’s eyes narrowed slightly.

The moment the man’s voice fell, he sensed a strange change in his perception.

The surrounding dark wind, mountains, hills, even the sounds and sights, started to distort, some anthropomorphized into bizarre creatures.

Some seemed to melt, the massive mountains turning soft, plopping down, flattening into a puddle-like landscape.

...

"The Shaman’s Witch God Skill, Mr. Xiao is in trouble," Soi Mulan said gravely.

She and Bai Lin stood together, vigilantly watching the surroundings to prevent others from taking advantage of the situation.

"Using two major Witch God Skills in succession, I didn’t expect the Barbarian Race to send such a powerful genius this time."

Bai Lin’s expression also turned somewhat grim.

However, he wasn’t overly worried either.

He had fought against the Shamans of the Barbarian Race; though their methods were strange, Martial Artists fighting appeared rather crude.

Yet, Martial Artists weren’t easy prey either.

Even if the perception and rules were distorted by the Witch God Skill, a Martial Artist’s strong Martial Arts Intuition allowed them to handle the Shaman’s subsequent attacks.

This, however, would make things very passive.

An isolated Shaman’s ambush wasn’t too worrying; the real fear was that the opponent wasn’t alone.

The Shaman’s greatest strength lay in support; their Witch God Skills were extremely bizarre, providing strong combat support.

"It seems Mr. Xiao has fallen into the opponent’s Illusory Dream Realm. Should we go help?" Soi Mulan asked gravely.

Facing a Shaman, a rash attack wasn’t a good choice; one wrong move could lead to falling into the opponent’s trap illusion.

"There’s no need. If Mr. Xiao truly awakened a Mental Divine Technique, the Illusory Dream Realm won’t trap him for long."

"We just need to support him and prevent others from making a move."

Bai Lin shook his head.

Their exchange was brief.

The moment Lin Zheyu’s strike failed and he fell into the Illusory Dream Realm, it ended.

Feeling the bizarre changes around him, Lin Zheyu realized he might have fallen into an illusion.

This illusion differed from ordinary ones; it appeared extremely realistic, capable of deceiving his perception.

Even by deceiving the five senses, it directly influenced the fields of Spiritual Sense and perception.

Lin Zheyu stood in place, his face a mix of confusion and helplessness.

Many onlookers in the shadows shook their heads slightly, a hint of scornful mockery on their faces.