Chapter 595 - 604: Dao of Nothingness

The man who had first seen the bone finger, his face contorted with rage, strode forward and threw a punch at Xiaoo Zuilan.

"Courting death!"

A cold glint appeared in Xiaoo Zuilan’s eyes as she watched the punch fly toward her.

SHING!

The divine light shooting from her eyes was like two blades of absolute frost, stabbing straight forward.

PFFT! PFFT!

The man’s body felt as if it had been struck by a heavy hammer. He collapsed onto the Evil Land, sliding for dozens of yards before coming to a stop.

"Aargh!"

Before anyone could react, the man shot to his feet, his body invaded by the Evil Qi. He looked as if he were being consumed by black flames, and his bloodcurdling screams sent a chill down everyone’s spines, setting their teeth on edge.

"Heavens, who is this woman? She defeated Xiang Long, a master at the Destruction Realm Eighth Layer Heaven, with just a single glance!"

"Such a piercing gaze... What Dao was that?"

"This woman is not to be trifled with. We should just watch and see what happens for now."

...

The crowd now looked at Xiaoo Zuilan with terror in their eyes and began to back away.

’The Dao of Nothingness?’

Wen Qingye was inwardly shocked. Others might not have recognized the Law she just used, but how could he not?

The Dao of Nothingness ranked thirty-third among the Three Thousand Great Dao and had always been exceptionally mysterious. Nothingness represented death and destruction, so the Dao of Nothingness was also known as the Death Dao or the Dao of Destruction.

’But how could someone here comprehend such a profound Dao? This woman’s identity is definitely not simple. She must have an incredibly powerful force backing her,’ Wen Qingye thought, taking a deep breath.

Xiaoo Zuilan paid no mind to the stares from the crowd. She looked down at the Sumeru Mustard Seed ring, but a moment later, a hint of disappointment crossed her face.

Xiaoo Zuilan tossed the Sumeru Mustard Seed to Wen Qingye and said with a smile, "Little brother, this Sumeru Mustard Seed is for you. Consider it a greeting gift from your big sister."

Wen Qingye watched it fly through the air in an arc and subconsciously caught it. Then, he sent his Heart Spirit inside to inspect the treasures within the Sumeru Mustard Seed.

Seven thousand Top-grade Primordial Stones, two Emperor-level Intermediate Spiritual Artifacts, and a considerable amount of other ores. As for the pills and Heavenly and Earthly Treasures, they had long since turned into a pile of dust, completely useless.

Since Xiaoo Zuilan was treating him like some naive fool and using him as a shield, Wen Qingye was more than happy to accept the benefits. As for what came later, he’d deal with it when the time came.

Qingg Ruo’ai pouted and said, "This woman is such an idiot. To think she has you all figured out."

At that moment, more people in the area began to find Sumeru Mustard Seeds.

"Hand over the Sumeru Mustard Seed, and I’ll spare your life."

Xiaoo Zuilan strode up to a master at the Life and Death Realm First Layer Heaven and demanded with a cold snort.

A master who had cultivated to the Life and Death Realm was no pushover. He wasn’t about to hand over his Sumeru Mustard Seed so easily. He snorted coldly, "If you want this Sumeru Mustard Seed, you’ll have to prove you’re strong enough to take it."

Xiaoo Zuilan reached her palm forward. Though she was still several yards away, the man suddenly looked as if an invisible hand were choking him. Terror filled his eyes, and then they rolled back in his head as he collapsed to the ground.

She acted as if she had just done something utterly insignificant. Then, with a slight droop of her eyelids, she glanced at the Sumeru Mustard Seed in her hand.

"Here, it’s yours."

Finding nothing of interest inside, Xiaoo Zuilan abruptly tossed it to Wen Qingye.

Wen Qingye caught the Sumeru Mustard Seed and, without any ceremony, pocketed its contents.

In just a short while, Xiaoo Zuilan had tossed Wen Qingye seven Sumeru Mustard Seeds. All of them contained large quantities of Primordial Stones and some Magical Artifacts, but there were no higher-grade artifacts or other special treasures.

But this was all a free windfall, and Wen Qingye certainly wasn’t going to be shy about taking it.

’This woman... what in the world is her background? To think she knows the Dao of Nothingness,’ Wen Qingye thought as he watched Xiaoo Zuilan move through the Evil Land.

Suddenly, a series of loud shouts erupted from up ahead.

"You think you can just take my Sumeru Mustard Seed?"

Wen Qingye looked toward the sound. A burly man stood before Xiaoo Zuilan, dressed in a peculiar fashion with a simple cloth shirt on top and tight-fitting warrior’s leggings below. His cultivation was also quite high—he was at the Life and Death Realm Second Layer.

’A master from the Great Zhou Imperial Dynasty?’

In the entire Eastern Profound Domain, people from only one place wore such strange attire: the Great Zhou Imperial Dynasty.

Xiaoo Zuilan pointed at Wen Qingye, her smile radiant. "My little brother wants the Sumeru Mustard Seed you’re holding. If you hand it over, we can be civil. But if you don’t... well, he said he’ll have to take it from you personally."

"Take it personally?" the master from the Great Zhou Imperial Dynasty roared, his voice like a clap of thunder that sent a tremor through everyone nearby.

This man was considered one of the top experts present, and at the sound of his voice, everyone couldn’t help but turn to look.

"Little brother, you’ve taken so many Sumeru Mustard Seeds. Isn’t it about time you pulled your weight? I’ll leave him to you," Xiaoo Zuilan walked over to Wen Qingye and whispered. With that, she walked off toward another person who had just found a Sumeru Mustard Seed.

Wen Qingye couldn’t help but think, ’Just as I expected. Her Sumeru Mustard Seeds don’t come for free.’

"Kid, I’m actually quite interested in all those Sumeru Mustard Seeds you’re carrying," the master from the Great Zhou Imperial Dynasty sneered at Wen Qingye, cracking his knuckles with a sharp, popping sound.

"This kid is done for. No one targeted by Ping Gui of the Great Zhou Imperial Dynasty has ever lived to tell the tale."

"I wonder how long he’ll last?"

"That woman is clever. A brilliant move, sacrificing the chariot to save the king."

"Still, that kid... he looks a little familiar. How strange."

...

The people nearby pointed at Wen Qingye and the master from the Great Zhou Imperial Dynasty, their hushed words all tinged with pity.

Not far away, Xiaoo Zuilan held a newly acquired Sumeru Mustard Seed. Staring in Wen Qingye’s direction, she muttered to herself, "Now then, kid, let’s see what you’re really made of."

Ping Gui raised his head arrogantly and declared, "Hand over every Sumeru Mustard Seed you have, and I’ll let you live."

"If you want the Sumeru Mustard Seeds in my possession, you’ll have to prove you have the skill to take them." Wen Qingye’s eyes grew cold as Primordial Qi gathered around him like a surging, roaring tide.

"Fine! Then I’ll teach you the law of the jungle: the strong devour the weak!"

Ping Gui let out a great roar and, under the countless gazes of the onlookers, threw a devastating punch at Wen Qingye.

A terrifying wave of Primordial Qi swept out from his arm, like a tidal wave a thousand layers deep, thundering through the world and causing the very void to tremble.

Ping Gui stood atop the thousand-layered wave of Spiritual Power, his already burly figure swelling to the size of a giant as he lorded over this patch of land. The pressure from his Primordial Qi was so immense that, let alone ordinary people, even the many Life and Death Realm experts in the crowd had to narrow their eyes in shock.