After Xuan Zi finished speaking, he and Wang Nan ascended into the sky. Even after a night had passed, the spatial rift continued to emit evil energy.
Despite Xuan Zi's cultivation, he still felt a slight discomfort when sensing this aura.
Composing himself, Xuan Zi extended his hand, and a ball of yellow light appeared out of thin air in his palm.
The yellow light orb was like a solid entity, with numerous tiny spatial rifts constantly appearing around it.
Wang Nan observed the light in Xuan Zi's hand, feeling the powerful force contained within. This was the solidified spirit power of a Titled Douluo.
Although he knew that, as one's cultivation gradually increased, the spirit power within the body would transform in this direction, knowing about it and seeing it firsthand were two different matters.
Now, feeling Xuan Zi's spirit power up close, Wang Nan subtly gained some insight.
Seeing this, Xuan Zi made no further moves but allowed Wang Nan to carefully observe the spirit power in his hand.
Only when Wang Nan nodded slightly did he circulate his spirit power, causing the light orb in his hand to gradually collapse inward.
Soon, the spatial rifts surrounding the yellow light orb began to rapidly expand, and a small black hole quickly formed. An invisible force seemed to draw everything around it into its depths.
Similarly, the spatial rift in the sky, influenced by the same spatial force, gradually widened.
A more concentrated evil aura surged out from it. Wang Nan's mental force enveloped the rift, blocking the aura, and the surrounding mist seemed to thicken.
A moment later, the spatial rift was large enough for one person to enter, and only then did Xuan Zi stop his actions.
"Alright, that's enough," he said.
Wang Nan nodded and followed Xuan Zi into the spatial rift. The Evil Breaking Dragon circled once in the sky, then drilled into the rift and disappeared.
Although Wang Nan was no longer controlling it, the surrounding mist showed no signs of dissipating, still blocking the continuously emanating evil aura.
Crossing through space, Wang Nan was familiar with this sensation. However, when his vision brightened again, he found that he seemed to be in the same place. He was now in the sky, with Jialing Pass not far ahead of him.
However, Jialing Pass at this moment showed few signs of time's passage. The city walls were bustling with people, many standing there.
Xuan Zi stood beside Wang Nan, looking up at the sky.
Wang Nan first looked back and saw that the spatial rift was still behind him. On the other end of the rift, he could vaguely sense the mental force domain he had left behind.
Only then did he look up at the sky.
There, a dark purple light cluster floated in the air, emanating all sorts of malevolent thoughts.
"It seems this is the source of everything," Xuan Zi sighed lightly. Just as he was about to fly toward the light, a flash of light appeared in the sky, and a dark purple figure appeared out of thin air.
The dazzling light obscured his appearance; all that was visible was that he held a long weapon and had scythe blades on his back.
The figure swung the long weapon in his hand and attacked Xuan Zi. Only then did Wang Nan see clearly that the weapon in the figure's hand was also a huge scythe, its blade emitting an unsettling light.
Xuan Zi let out a low shout, and yellow light illuminated behind him. His spirit, the Taotie Divine Ox, appeared in the light.
Immediately, the Taotie Divine Ox's body rapidly grew, and a brilliant white light, like diamonds, lit up between its horns.
This light collided with the figure's long scythe, and only then did Xuan Zi block the figure's attack.
The figure swung the long scythe again, and a giant purple blade, hundreds of meters long, descended toward Xuan Zi.
Xuan Zi's expression was shaken. He clasped his hands in front of his chest, and behind him, the Taotie Divine Ox suddenly let out a heaven-shaking roar.
A thick, earthy yellow light orb appeared in his hands.
This light orb was extremely peculiar, emitting different lights from various places, resembling a planet. On the ground around it, specks of yellow light rose and converged toward the orb.
The two attacks collided, sending a huge shockwave outward. The distant city walls of Jialing Pass began to collapse under the impact, and figures on the walls fell, buried in the dust.
However, both Wang Nan and Xuan Zi knew that the figures on the city walls were merely illusions, so neither of them paid them any attention.
This was a battle between two top-tier masters. Whether it was the dark purple figure or Xuan Zi, both were peak powerhouses on this continent. From their battle, Wang Nan would certainly learn a great deal.
But he could no longer just watch. Wang Nan already had a guess about the dark purple figure. Even if it was just an illusion, Xuan Zi might not be her opponent. If they continued fighting like this, Xuan Zi probably wouldn't last much longer.
Thinking this, his figure floated higher, getting closer and closer to the dark purple light cluster.
Below, the figure fighting with Xuan Zi seemed to notice Wang Nan's actions. He swung his long scythe repeatedly, and a strange demonic rune array appeared.
A purple-black palm, like a vengeful ghost claiming a life, shot toward Wang Nan.
Xuan Zi's hands instantly clasped together and stretched forward. The nine spirit rings around him lit up with brilliant light, as if burning, and a weapon, wide at the top and narrow at the bottom, appeared in his hand.
He swung the weapon with all his might, shattering the ghostly hand. Only then did he take several steps through the air, arriving before the dark purple figure and becoming entangled in battle with her.
Wang Nan had no more reservations. A golden light flashed in his hand, and the Coiling Dragon Staff appeared in his grasp. His first spirit ring lit up, and his figure was already beside the dark purple light.
Besides the concentrated evil aura, Wang Nan also felt a sharp aura from within. Not daring to reach out, he swung his hands, and the golden Coiling Dragon Staff struck toward the dark purple light cluster.
Wang Nan felt as if the Coiling Dragon Staff had landed on metal. The tip of the staff connected with the light cluster, producing a crisp sound.
Xuan Zi, who was entangled with the dark purple figure, suddenly felt that his opponent had weakened slightly. His heart settled, and the earthy yellow light around him became even more concentrated as he smashed his weapon toward the figure.
On the other side, Wang Nan's second strike landed. This strike finally had an effect; something seemed to have shattered, and the light around the dark purple cluster immediately dimmed, falling toward the ground.
The dark purple figure in front of Xuan Zi instantly vanished. He looked up at the sky and saw something falling from it.
With a wave of his right hand, the huge figure of the Taotie Divine Ox behind him also extended its right claw and caught it.
Xuan Zi frowned. He extended his right hand, revealing a dark red bloodstain in his palm, as if cut by something. With a slight tremor of spirit power, the mark quickly disappeared.