Mastering the Secret Technique, Joy Turns to Woe
The terrifying phenomenon sent shockwaves through the Three Thousand Dao Domains, stirring a massive uproar.
Most alarming of all, it wasn't caused by Dai Wangyang—but by someone else entirely!
This revelation left countless people reeling in horror!
Had another peerless terror emerged in the current era?
Yet, despite the efforts of many ancient masters, they couldn't divine who this person was.
Even the exact nature of this new extreme remained elusive.
Thus, speculation ran wild.
Judging solely by the phenomenon, this new extreme seemed even fiercer than ten divine wheels!
Could it be… eleven divine wheels?
"It's definitely not that simple!"
Someone declared.
This silenced many.
Likewise, a few insightful figures ventured bolder guesses.
But with the truth unrevealed, no one dared jump to conclusions!
The upheaval shook countless cultivators.
Ancient Heaven Sect was no exception.
The throngs of youths gathered for the trials buzzed with discussion.
Most of them were at the Divine Wheel or Spirit Nurturing Realms.
To them, ten divine wheels were already the pinnacle of terror.
Now, a new extreme?
What kind of divine being was this?
What sort of freak could pull it off?
A rare few aspiring to vie for the title of era's top prodigy felt an urge to spit blood.
Even Ancient Heaven Sect's leadership was deeply shaken.
On Moon-Gazing Peak, Granny Xi rose from her meditation.
"It couldn't be the little guy, could it?"
She suddenly glanced toward Jiang Yuqiong's secluded cave.
But Su Qingshuang's formidable restrictions blocked her divine sense.
After a moment's thought, Xi Wuqing leaned on her cane and hobbled into the cave.
One look, and she saw the little guy sitting there, diligently cultivating.
The outside chaos seemed unrelated to him.
"Guess I overthought it!"
"Yuqiong's been in seclusion for just half a year—it'd take years to reach ten divine wheels."
"How could he break a new extreme?"
Granny Xi shook her head with a chuckle.
She'd let her imagination run wild.
No wonder, though.
Yuqiong's pre-birth marvels were too numerous.
The moment a Divine Wheel extreme appeared, she'd thought of him.
"But something about this little guy's aura feels off?"
Granny Xi suddenly raised an eyebrow.
Now a Saint Ancestor, her perception was sharp.
She distinctly sensed a mysterious charm in Jiang Yuqiong's form—deep as the sea, vast as an abyss!
At a glance, his tiny body seemed to hold nine divine wheels.
Another look, maybe ten.
A blink, and it shifted—three, six, eight… sometimes none at all.
Ever-changing, impossible to pin down.
What was going on?
For a moment, Granny Xi was stumped.
If Jiang Yuqiong knew her confusion, he'd probably laugh.
That was the beauty of the Singular Divine Wheel!
He sought infinite variation, unbound by any fixed number!
"Maybe he's learned some aura-concealing technique?"
"Something Little Qingshuang taught him before leaving?"
Granny Xi smiled suddenly.
That was the only explanation.
She didn't dwell on it, quietly exiting.
The little guy was still cultivating—no need to disturb him.
She sat back outside, resuming her quiet vigil.
But the next day, a figure in his thirties materialized before her.
Broad-robed and imposing, he exuded authority and charisma!
Seeing Xi Wuqing, he bowed deeply.
"Yizong, you're here!"
Granny Xi nodded lightly.
The man was Jiang Yizong, the current Sect Master of Ancient Heaven Sect.
A peer of Su Qingshuang and Jiang Wu Xu, though older.
"Granny Xi, the Array Conference in a few days will be held at Ancient Heaven Sect."
"There are still some arrangements to finish—requiring multiple Saint Ancestors. Sorry to trouble you."
Jiang Yizong smiled.
Granny Xi nodded.
He'd mentioned this months ago.
"Alright, let's go!"
She waved her cane.
Jiang Yizong's gaze lingered on the restriction-laden cave.
"Little Martial Nephew… he's okay, right?"
He sounded faintly worried.
With Granny Xi gone, Moon-Gazing Peak would be unguarded.
What if the little guy hit a snag in cultivation?
Hearing this, Granny Xi chuckled.
"He's fine. I checked yesterday—he's meditating peacefully."
"With Little Qingshuang's incarnation here, nothing will go wrong. He won't emerge soon."
"Besides, I'll be back in a day or two at most."
Granny Xi assured.
Jiang Yizong said no more, and the two left Moon-Gazing Peak together.
Moments after their departure, Jiang Yuqiong's eyes snapped open inside the cave, his small figure leaping up.
His feet tapped the void rhythmically.
Mysterious patterns bloomed beneath them, glowing faintly.
They propelled him through the space, whistling like the wind, at blinding speed!
"Hahaha… the Art of Movement is incredible!"
He laughed heartily.
He'd grasped its basics.
This wondrous footwork made his movements elusive.
Each step seemed to tread the tracks of the Dao.
At that moment, he felt the heavens and earth were his to roam—no place was beyond reach!
No array, no forbidden zone could hold him!
And his speed reached an astonishing extreme!
"With the Art of Movement plus my Golden-Winged Peng runes—not even a Mercedes could catch me, let alone Highway 86!"
Jiang Yuqiong grinned, exhilarated.
As he wielded the Art, golden runes flared across his body!
"Chirp!"
A peng's cry rang out, and a pair of radiant wings sprouted from his back!
With a gentle flap, he vanished.
In a blink, he reappeared miles away at the cave's edge, and then—
BOOM!
"OW!"
A yelp echoed.
The void flashed with dense restrictive runes, bouncing him back, tumbling to the ground.
He scrambled up, a big bump swelling on his forehead.
Turning to the glowing restrictions, his face twisted in mock grievance.
Mom's barriers were too sturdy!
The Art of Movement plus his Golden-Winged Peng speed was too much—he couldn't stop in time!
He'd crashed headlong into the edge, triggering the restrictions.
"Mom's restrictions are way too tough!"
"Ouch!"
He grimaced, sucking in air.
From joy to woe in a flash!
After a while, he sighed and stood.
"Half a year in seclusion—it's time to stretch my legs!"
"Little treasures of the back mountain, did you miss me?"
He hollered, darting out of the cave in a streak.