Following a Hundred Years of Cultivation, I'm dying Before I Got Cheats Chapter 849: Yun Yizhen Takes Action, 30,000 Years of Cultivation Gone

Chapter 849: Yun Yizhen Takes Action, 30,000 Years of Cultivation Gone

Editor: Henyee Translations

At that moment, Saint Skywhite recognized the ident.i.ty of the newcomer.

It was none other than the current master of Thunderclap Valley, Yun Yizhen, hailed as the strongest valley master in its history and highly likely to ascend to Mahayana.

Facing such a person, even he, Saint Skywhite, who was also a Dao Integration Saint, did not have any confidence.

Just like the Abyssal Demon just now.

If Yun Yizhen really wanted to do something to him, he would not be able to resist at all.

Swoos.h.!.+

With a flash, Yun Yizhen appeared before everyone.

Shen Ruyan immediately approached and respectfully called out “s.h.i.+fu,” while Jiang Chengxuan greeted him with great respect as “Martial Uncle Yun.”

Yun Yizhen smiled and nodded at the two of them.

However, upon noticing the condition of Jiang Chengxuan, his brows furrowed slightly.

“Martial Nephew Jiang, what happened to you?

These injuries don’t seem to be caused by that Abyssal Demon, do they?”

His question immediately made Saint Skywhite’s heart skip a beat.

However, before he could react, Shen Ruyan, who was beside Jiang Chengxuan, said to Yun Yizhen,

“s.h.i.+fu, the injuries on my husband’s body were all caused by the Saint of the Qiankun Hall.”

As she spoke, she told Yun Yizhen everything.

“Oh no!”

In an instant, Saint Skywhite, who was on the other side, exclaimed inwardly.

As expected.

Yun Yizhen’s originally calm face turned frosty as he s.h.i.+fted his gaze towards Saint Skywhite.

“Saint Skywhite, you’ve really outdone yourself.

Sent to aid, not only did you fail to confront the Abyssal Demon first, but you also targeted the younger generation.”

Saint Skywhite’s forehead immediately broke out in cold sweat as he hurriedly tried to explain,

“Valley Master Yun, this is all a misunderstanding.

It’s not as you think. In a moment of desperation, I lost control of my emotions, leading to…”

Boom!

Suddenly, a bolt of lightning streaked across the sky, heading straight for Saint Skywhite.

Clearly, Yun Yizhen had no interest in hearing the other’s excuses and chose to take action directly.

In that instant, Saint Skywhite felt disaster was imminent.

Facing the sudden lightning strike, he was completely powerless to resist and could only shout in terror,

“Valley Master Yun, you can’t kill me! I am a member of the Righteous Alliance.

If you kill me, you won’t be able to explain yourself to the Alliance!”

“Oh, daring to use the Alliance to pressure me?”

The cold light in Yun Yizhen’s eyes intensified.

The descending lightning, instead of diminis.h.i.+ng, grew even more terrifying.

Saint Skywhite felt a chill run down his spine, realizing that anything he said now would be futile.

With no other option, he gritted his teeth and conjured a dark-hued disc.

As soon as it appeared, it emitted a powerful aura.

Yun Yizhen’s gaze momentarily sharpened.

“I didn’t expect you to possess a Heaven-connecting Spiritual Treasure.

But do you think that with a Heaven-connecting Spiritual Treasure by your side, you can block my attack?”

Rumble!

The lightning in the sky multiplied exponentially, from one to two, then four, eight, sixteen, until it became countless.

The thunderous roars that followed were continuous, overwhelming everyone present who couldn’t even begin to count how many bolts there were.

Soon, the disc that Saint Skywhite had conjured dimmed rapidly before flying back into his forehead.

“Arghh!”

At the same time.

Saint Skywhite spat out a mouthful of blood, his aura plummeting drastically in an instant.

His face turned pale as he looked at Yun Yizhen with eyes filled with terror.

He was well aware that if Yun Yizhen wished to kill him, it would require no effort at all.

Even with a Heaven-connecting Spiritual Treasure, which surpa.s.sed ordinary Spiritual Treasures, by his side, it would be of no use against Yun Yizhen’s might.

Indeed.

Yun Yizhen raised his hand and pressed it down.

Boom!

In a flash, a blood-red bolt of lightning struck Saint Skywhite, disintegrating his body into pieces.

When Saint Skywhite reconst.i.tuted his body elsewhere, his aura had plummeted yet again.

At this moment, his heart was filled with terror and regret.

Had he known this would be the outcome, he would never have attacked Jiang Chengxuan and Shen Ruyan, no matter the circ.u.mstance.

Not only had he tarnished his reputation by bullying those younger and weaker than himself, but as a Dao Integration Saint, his attack on the younger cultivators hadn’t yielded any worthwhile results.

Now, he was being openly chastised by Yun Yizhen, without any room for retort.

“In consideration of your efforts against the Abyssal Demon just now, I will spare your life today,” Yun Yizhen’s voice slowly resonated.

“However, while death can be avoided, punishment cannot be escaped.

As a Dao Integration Saint, to act against my disciples and engage in such bullying, I shall erase thirty thousand years of your cultivation as punishment.”

With that, Yun Yizhen reached out and grasped, pulling three strands of white qi from Saint Skywhite’s body, which then absorbed into his palm.

Saint Skywhite’s complexion turned even paler, his body uncontrollably trembling.

He hadn’t antic.i.p.ated Yun Yizhen would directly strip away thirty thousand years of his cultivation.

This weakening of his strength was definitely visible to the naked eye.

Considering the true lifespan of a Dao Integration Saint, how long is it?

For those in the early phase of Dao Integration, the lifespan, at most, amounts to two to three hundred thousand years.

This isn’t because they can’t live longer, but rather because the heavenly tribulations do not permit it.

By this realm, if one’s potential is average, most tribulation-avoiding treasures would have been used, leaving them with little to face future tribulations unless they encounter against-the-heaven opportunities.

But who could say for certain if there would be such an opportunity?

Thus, losing thirty thousand years of cultivation essentially meant losing thirty thousand years of life.

For Saint Skywhite, this was a heavy blow.

Yet, with such an outcome, he dared not show any disrespect. At most, he could only bury this hatred deep within his heart, waiting for an opportunity..