This was the power of the Divine, honed to the zenith of perfection. Under the drawing force of this power, the surrounding Heaven and Earth energy seemed to begin to stir in concert.

Mu Zilong’s face, which had been adorned with a rich smile and appreciation, was suddenly struck with an expression of utter astonishment as he sensed the shift in the surrounding elemental forces.

With his insight and strength, he naturally perceived that He Yiming was attempting the Spatial Art he had just demonstrated.

Yet, it was precisely this realization that filled Mu Zilong with an almost unbelievable sense of incredulity.

The Spatial Art belonged exclusively to the domain of the Divine path; successfully executing it demanded supreme mastery over Divine power and an authoritative control over the surrounding might of Heaven and Earth.

More critically, to unleash this profound secret technique required the instantaneous conversion of Divine Power. Only when a surge of overwhelmingly potent Divine Power was converted in a split second could the massive output required to tear open space and achieve the objective of the Spatial Art be achieved.

But how easy was it to reach such a pinnacle?

Mu Zilong himself was a genius fluent in both Earth and Wind elemental powers, possessing unparalleled aptitude for the Spatial Art. Nevertheless, after advancing to the Divine path, it took him nearly ten years before he finally mastered this skill of unimaginable difficulty.

And now, He Yiming, having only heard the description once, was recklessly attempting it—a move that struck Mu Zilong as simultaneously astonishing and slightly rueful.

Shaking his head slightly, Mu Zilong harbored no intention of intervening. After all, given He Yiming’s current martial cultivation, failure would absolutely not result in any fatal harm.

This kind of young man, traversing the martial path, must surely have met with uninterrupted success. If he wasn't made to taste a bit of bitter failure, he would never truly absorb the lesson.

However, as the currents of air flowed through the surrounding space and a vast convergence of Heaven and Earth power began to accumulate, Mu Zilong’s expression gradually grew solemn.

He sensed it: this youth, on his very first attempt at the Spatial Art, was mobilizing the power of the Five Elements simultaneously.

The Flower of Five Elements Reincarnation was the foremost Divine Art of the East; built upon this foundation, its potential far surpassed what Mu Zilong could achieve using only his Earth element technique as a base. Conversely, the difficulty in achieving instantaneous conversion among these five distinct Divine Power attributes increased exponentially.

He let out a soft sigh, his brow furrowing slightly. Youthful arrogance, even at the Divine realm, could hardly be described as seasoned or prudent.

Suddenly, a faint breeze stirred, almost imperceptible beneath the overwhelming presence of the Five Elements.

Mu Zilong’s face snapped taut, his eyes widening again in overwhelming shock.

Yes, that sensation—it was the power of Wind...

He sensed it clearly: a current of Wind power had woven itself into the fabric of the Five Divine Powers. The moment this power began to integrate, the entire spatial field erupted completely.

Vast streams of Heaven and Earth energy surged toward He Yiming’s form like a tidal wave; in both quantity and quality, it seemed to surpass what Mu Zilong had just wielded.

Under Mu Zilong’s dumbfounded gaze, an incomparable force violently burst forth from He Yiming’s core. A potent shockwave pulsed outwards in all directions, forcing even Mu Zilong to raise both hands, unleashing his own Divine Power shield to repel the onslaught.

But as he lowered his hands, his expression was infinitely close to utter vacancy.

He Yiming was gone. In his place remained only empty, yawning void, causing Mu Zilong’s eyeballs to nearly bulge from their sockets.

He took a deep breath, the scene of moments ago spinning ceaselessly in his mind.

He Yiming—he had succeeded.

Upon his first encounter with the Spatial Art, utilizing the Great Reincarnation Flower of the Five Elements as a foundation and augmenting it with the power of Wind, he had successfully executed the technique.

A wry, inexpressible smile touched Mu Zilong’s lips. What manner of monstrous anomaly had he encountered?

He swept his gaze around, attempting to pinpoint the direction He Yiming had been transported, but the space here was saturated with all Five Elemental energies, making any tracking or searching utterly impossible.

He shook his head in resignation. His own tracking methods had proven utterly useless against the might of the Great Reincarnation Flower of the Five Elements.

Now, only one course remained: he had to wait here for He Yiming’s return.

Having encountered such a young Divine realm powerhouse today, Mu Zilong had firmly resolved to forge a positive connection. Under no circumstances could he afford conflict with this anomaly.

A quarter of an hour passed, and He Yiming remained vanished.

Mu Zilong felt a prickle of doubt. To which remote corner had this boy teleported? Could the combination of the Flower of Five Elements Reincarnation and the Wind power have flung him directly into the stronghold of the Death Beings?

As unease mounted in his heart, the Divine Puppet suddenly moved. It approached Mu Zilong, nodded once, and then swiftly flew off in a specific direction.

Mu Zilong paused, his eyes instantly brightening, and followed without hesitation.

Yet, the further he flew, the more alarmed he became. Moving in this direction inevitably led toward the main encampments of the Death Beings’ armies. Could He Yiming truly have gone there and become trapped, unable to return?

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The void shimmered with a strange ripple, and a massive wave of power radiated outwards, centered on that spot.

In an instant, the space there seemed to collapse inward, immediately followed by a figure violently appearing from the center.

This figure was naturally He Yiming. After learning Mu Zilong's Spatial Art, he couldn't resist the urge to try it out immediately.

The Spatial Art required a minimum cultivation of the Divine realm to execute, and its most critical component involved the rapid conversion between different attributes of Divine Power to generate the immense force necessary for the transition.

For most Divine cultivators, this was a process requiring gradual acclimatization.

In the Human realm, merely absorbing a single type of Divine Power marked one as an extraordinary talent; even if one could absorb more, few would dare attempt it.

Upon advancing to the Divine realm, the initial step was to absorb more Divine Power compatible with one's own attribute. Only after these powers achieved equilibrium within the body could the gradual process of learning rapid conversion begin.

Even for the most gifted individuals, this demanded a minimum of ten years.

But for He Yiming, none of this presented an obstacle. Not only did his body house Divine Powers of multiple attributes, but more significantly, he possessed the Chaos Dantian.

The conversion of Divine Power, so arduous for others, posed no difficulty for him, as the Chaos Dantian inherently possessed this very capability.

Thus, when He Yiming successfully executed the Spatial Art, the shock delivered to Mu Zilong was unprecedented.

However, stepping out of the nothingness, He Yiming was unaware of Mu Zilong’s turmoil. He was still immersed in the profound joy of successfully mastering the Spatial Art.

Once he calmed slightly, a single question settled heavily in his mind:

Where am I?

This world was entirely dominated by an endless expanse of yellow sand. Locating any target based on terrain was an utterly impossible endeavor.

If he had flown there personally, He Yiming would not have lost his bearings, but the nature of this teleportation meant he now had no idea of his precise location.

Suddenly, He Yiming’s ears twitched sensitively, for he sensed three powerful auras rapidly approaching from a distance.

These three auras felt distinctly strange. He Yiming analyzed them briefly and dimly perceived that the combination suggested entities both humanoid and bestial.

Humans and Divine Beasts entering this domain would never mistake themselves for the Death Beings, as the latter possessed a unique, icy cold aura that even He Yiming could not imitate.

Moments later, three sharp sounds of piercing the air echoed from afar.

He Yiming narrowed his gaze. Before him stood a man, a woman, and a massive White Tiger with broad, feathered wings.

Blinking twice, He Yiming felt a great surprise. These two individuals were fully clothed, though their style—ornate and somewhat archaic—clearly reflected fashion from many centuries past.

But undoubtedly, their garments were intact, a stark contrast to Mu Zilong’s appearance, which resembled that of a savage.

A slight pause crossed his mind. He was certain these two were connected to Mu Zilong, yet the fact that their clothing had survived five centuries was truly astonishing.

“Roar…”

The Winged White Tiger let out a deafening roar. Although the sound carried a hint of challenge, He Yiming discerned a deep sense of excitement in the beast’s eyes; it seemed devoid of malice.

He offered a slight cupped-fist salute toward them, saying politely, “I am He Yiming. I greet the three of you.”

The leading man possessed a handsome countenance, appearing only about thirty years of age, yet his hair was entirely silver, tied back at the nape of his neck, and his expression was a subtle, ambiguous smile.

The woman stood intimately beside the man, her gaze intensely sharp, though a faint trace of Fire elemental power emanated from her.

“Brother He looks unfamiliar. Have you only just entered this place this time?” the man asked with a smile.

He Yiming nodded without hesitation. “Indeed. I entered this domain not long ago with some companions.” He paused. “I have yet to learn your names.”

The man spoke with proud authority: “This old man is Linglang Mayu…”