"Clang!"
Gu Yuan’s mind stirred, and the Cyan Lotus Treasure Seal instantly activated, a lotus phantom shimmering with green and golden hues blocking the front.
Yet the silver fist, with immense power and sharp sword qi, showed signs of overpowering the Cyan Lotus Treasure Seal in one glance. The lotus phantom trembled continuously, its radiance rapidly dimming.
"Roar!"
Without any hesitation, Gu Yuan triggered a trace of power from the Little Giant God Seal, infusing an invisible force into the Lotus Treasure Seal, stabilizing it.
"Boom!"
"Clang!"
The silver fist struck several more times, the momentum was astonishing, but under the enhancement of the Little Giant God Seal, the Cyan Lotus Treasure Seal seemed as if cast in gold and iron, completely blocking the attacks.
"A puppet?"
After these exchanges, Gu Yuan could finally see clearly his attacker.
It was a human-shaped puppet about ten feet tall, with smooth lines, complete limbs, and entirely cast from silver metal, resembling a dazzling suit of armor.
On the silver armor, sword-shaped Dao Patterns covered its surface, giving the entire puppet a sharp aura as if it could blind one’s eyes.
"A puppet?"
"Boy, puppets can’t move freely in the Land of Annihilation!"
As Gu Yuan expressed his surprise, a cold voice emanated from the silver puppet.
The voice was incredibly familiar, and Gu Yuan couldn’t help but frown: "Three Dharma Daoist?"
"Heh heh, boy, you still have some insights to recognize this old man!"
The silver puppet’s eyes flickered continuously, its mouth seemingly displaying a human-like cold smile.
"You didn’t die?"
Gu Yuan’s eyes grew heavier.
"Didn’t die? The Foundation Establishment Limit is four hundred and fifty years; this is destiny, who can stop it? What’s more, in this Land of Annihilation, even Golden Core Cultivators can’t escape suppression, surviving no more than one hundred and fifty years!"
"I merely used a cunning method to leave a trace of residual soul and Spiritual Sense in the puppet, granting it a semblance of living traits."
"After all, I don’t wish for stray cats and dogs to trespass into my Cave Mansion and take my final legacy."
"I’ve killed countless people in my lifetime and respect only heroes. Dying by Shao Xiaoyang’s hands was due to my inferior skills, and I do not complain; such is the fate of a Tribulation Cultivator!"
"Yet, some nobodies think they can take my Three Heart Seal, that’s sheer delusion!"
"Boy, kill me, you can take everything of mine, including this Silver Sand Sword Spirit Puppet. Lose, and you’ll end up like the dead bones outside!"
The silver armor puppet appeared to retain Spiritual Wisdom, but after these words, the light in its eyes faded drastically, becoming akin to a dead object.
However, its movements grew even swifter.
With each swinging punch, the sword-shaped Dao Patterns on its silver armor shone brightly, condensing into extremely sharp sword qi, turning its entire body into a giant porcupine of sword qi, charging directly at Gu Yuan.
"Swish!"
Gu Yuan saw this, swept his large sleeves, and fully activated the Cloud-Walking Seal, instantly enveloping the entire Cave Mansion in dense fog.
Yet, within the silver armor puppet, brilliant light flared anew, seemingly resurrecting Three Dharma Daoist, whose sharp gaze pierced through the thick fog, as its massive body continued its assault on Gu Yuan unaffected.
"Residual soul and Spiritual Sense..."
Gu Yuan simply whispered softly and then turned cold, fully unleashing his Spiritual Sense.
In the void, an invisible silver Flood Dragon clawed its way toward the silver puppet.
"Top-grade Spiritual Sense!"
From within the silver armor puppet came Three Dharma Daoist’s astonished voice, which soon turned into frenzied laughter.
"Interesting, interesting, stronger than when I was young!"
Following that comment, the silver armor puppet ceased moving, every Dao Pattern on it lighting up, transforming into a stream of light flowing into its eyes, culminating in a vague old Daoist shadow, pointing like a sword to face the airborne silver Flood Dragon.
"Roar!"
"Cling!"
The old Daoist’s fingertips sparkled with dazzling sword light, incredibly sharp, yet the silver Flood Dragon was equally frenetic, growling relentlessly, fighting desperately.
An invisible yet fierce battle erupted within the Cave Mansion.
Although the silver Flood Dragon was fierce, the old Daoist’s sword light was seasoned, and its position seemed a notch superior. Though a mere shadow, it steadily suppressed the silver Flood Dragon, shattering its scale armor inch by inch, eliciting continuous lamentations.
Gu Yuan’s expression remained unchanged, fully activating the Little Giant God Seal within his Dantian, pouring all his Mana into it.
The silver Flood Dragon immediately roared with excitement, as if ingesting a Great Nourishing Pill, its scales fully restored, its body swelling, and icy gleams shimmering from its claws.
"Little rascal, abusing my old age..."
"However, you are indeed worthy. Remember, Three Heart and One Thought, Illusion Breaking brings clarity!"
Upon seeing this, the old Daoist’s shadow could no longer withstand it, letting out a helpless sigh. Then, its entire form entirely dispersed, vanishing like bubbles in the world.
With the disappearance of the old Daoist’s shadow, all the Spiritual Light on the silver puppet also fully extinguished, resembling a dead object, unable to move anymore.