The dream had finally reached its fourth scene.
"I have killed Li Xin," Fang Yuan said.
The old man stood before Fang Yuan and nodded slightly: "It seems you've achieved considerable proficiency with the Flying Blade of Time. However, what you've mastered is merely the Sixth Transformation level of the Flying Blade of Time. Next, I will teach you the Seventh Transformation killer move, the Flying Blade of Time. Listen carefully."
Fang Yuan immediately steadied his mind and committed every detail to memory.
The Seventh Transformation killer move was several times more complex and variable than the previous Sixth Transformation version!
Just listening to the steps already made Fang Yuan's head throb faintly. This was the most complex killer move he had ever seen, bar none.
When the old man finished his instruction, he left Fang Yuan with one final remark: "When you have mastered this Seventh Transformation killer move, come find me."
Once again, only Fang Yuan remained alone in the dream.
"So this fourth dream scene still requires me to master a killer move," Fang Yuan understood.
Having realized this, he buried himself in diligent practice within the dream, training tirelessly without pause.
The killer move was complex and immensely difficult, but Fang Yuan had patience in abundance.
His temperament had long been forged by the wandering fates of both his past and present lives into a piece of dark iron—steadfast and unyielding.
These minor setbacks could never make him feel disheartened, let alone cause him to give up.
While Fang Yuan was exploring the dream and drilling the killer move through relentless practice, inside his Supreme Immortal Aperture, his Wisdom Path clone sat cross-legged before the Wisdom Gu, using the Wisdom Halo to continuously perform calculations as well.
Before long, he slowly opened his eyes and murmured, "The grand formation's initial calculations are complete. Next comes the Flying Blade of Time killer move."
Come to think of it, there was something strange about this.
The Flying Blade of Time killer move was powerful and exceptionally refined, yet why was there no record of it in the Spectral Soul True Inheritance?
After all, this Wisdom Path dream originated from Demon Venerable Spectral Soul. By all reason, the Spectral Soul True Inheritance should have documented the Flying Blade of Time killer move.
But in truth, the content was absent from the inheritance Fang Yuan had received.
"You still haven't calculated Fang Yuan's location?" The Grand Elder of the Xia Family had a face dark as murky water.
Before him, a group of Southern Border Gu Immortals sat in silence, their expressions equally grim.
Because Fang Yuan had previously destroyed the Lüeying Ditch and seized all the dreams within, the righteous factions of the Southern Border had joined forces, pooling their resources and manpower to form a special unit dedicated to hunting Fang Yuan down.
The leader of this unit was the Grand Elder of the Xia Family, Xia Cha.
Xia Cha was white-haired, her face layered with wrinkles. Though she was an old woman, her bearing was dignified and she carried an effortless authority. As her gaze swept across the room, it silenced everyone.
The Southern Border immortals lowered their heads one after another.
Who among them didn't want to find Fang Yuan's whereabouts? The trouble was that Fang Yuan possessed the Yan Di killer move to protect himself—even the current Heavenly Court's Wisdom Path great power, Fairy Zi Wei, was temporarily powerless against it. How could these hastily assembled Southern Border Gu Immortals fare any better?
Of course, the Southern Border righteous factions' foundation was deep and should never be underestimated. These people were not incapable of calculating Fang Yuan's location. All they needed was a few more clues—say, if Fang Yuan appeared again and attacked some resource point.
With enough clues gathered, given their various methods and collaborative efforts, there was still a good chance they could crack the Yan Di killer move.
The Yan Di killer move was powerful, but it was always the same trick. If subjected to relentless calculation, it would eventually be deciphered.
Xia Cha knew this as well: "But that damned thief Fang Yuan—he hasn't shown his face even once since robbing the Lüeying Ditch!"
Xia Cha felt considerable pressure herself.