Dual Cultivation: Omnipotent Villain with Reader System!-Chapter 60: What a time to fish! Dao bones, formation intent.
Hmm. Quite a headache on meaningless things, yet, it’s particularly interesting if his family could attract the attention of protagonists, death is but a subtraction of numbers within the family.
"I will think about it, Aunt Ningxue... The Hall meeting this time isn’t to discuss such matters, it’s the spirit root upgrade fruit. Once anyone reaches the Golden Core stage, you shall receive one..." Tianmo said, pausing for a moment so, they could comprehend the words coming out of his mouth.
Everybody became serious, their expressions shifting from grief-stricken to cold, calculating greed, yet, the mention of the Golden Core realm was a heavy anchor in the turbulent sea of their emotions. It will take decades. Primarily the old elders—low quality spirit roots, no extra benefits, and unlike women they can’t even get the supreme Yang. Life simply sucks. Yet it’s nonetheless better compared to before.
"Golden Core... Nephew, think about us as well, how can we reach the Golden core realm?!" Elder Wang Bo voiced his thoughts, jealousy evident in his eyes.
He was angry since, it was unfair but he couldn’t roar lest he wished for his life to end right away. He was just a mid-Fourth stage Foundation cultivator.
Tianmo ignored him and calmly stated, "Everyone should cultivate diligently, I will look after family matters. If you have any grievances, speak to me directly. I will not let the Wang family fall into the hands of others."
He stood up, his movement majestic and graceful, like a dragon ascending. The pressure in the hall instantly vanished, replaced by a respectful silence.
"Disperse," he commanded, his voice echoing with authority.
The elders and their wives bowed in unison, their heads lowered in submission. As they shuffled out of the hall, the heavy wooden doors closed with a dull thud, sealing the chamber once more.
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His system has been fully upgraded to level two unlocking more items in the shop.
He closed his eyes and a mental map of the Eastern region appeared in his mind, he quickly found the location of the Mystic Cloud Formation Pavilion.
Woosh!
Tianmo’s figure vanished from the main hall, leaving behind only a lingering scent of cold sandalwood and a disturbance in the air that rippled outward like a stone dropped into a pond.
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The Mystic Cloud Formation Pavilion was located in the farther southern district of the Azure Land, a place known for its chaotic energy and the sheer density of spiritual Qi. It was a towering structure of black iron, its surface etched with complex runes that were bending the very space around it.
Floating in the sky, he looked down on the Formation hall with cold glowing eyes. With his Dual Pupils, he easily found the weak point of the complex arrays engraved on the building.
Woosh!
He pointed his finger at the building, the Qi forming a spear of light in his fingertip, shaking the very space sending a massive energy outburst.
"What’s going on?!"
"What’s this?!"
"Attack! Someone is attacking..."
Woosh!
The golden beam, powered by dragon might, supreme aura, and blessings of stars, pierced the defensive formation like a needle through paper. The black iron walls of the formation pavilion groaned, the intricate array of patterns shattering into glowing motes of light that dissipated into the wind.
Boom!
Baaaaammmm!!
A loud explosion of spiritual energy erupted from the pavilion, shattering the windows of nearby buildings and sending debris flying in all directions. The protective array, once a formidable barrier of Earth-grade, was now nothing more than a shattered glass screen, the profound runes turning into dust.
Tianmo landed on the roof of the pavilion, his feet sinking slightly into the tiles. He looked down at the destruction with a cold, indifferent gaze. The building was in ruins, and the chaotic energy within was swirling like a vortex.
He raised his hand, and the Seven Shadow Needles materialized in his palm. They were black, sleek, and sharp as a razor, humming with a faint, deadly aura.
"Seven Shadow Needles, scatter!" he muttered.
Just then,
"Boy... who do you think you are?"
The old man’s voice was bone-chillingly cold, ancient, like frost grinding against stone. In the next breath, his figure blurred, stepping forward as if crossing the heavens themselves. His withered fist clenched, and golden radiance erupted, blazing like a newborn sun.
Runes surfaced one by one, ancient dao-symbols spinning around his arm, each carving its will into the air. The light twisted, condensed, and then, transformed.
A dragon was born from spiritual energy.
Its body coiled around his fist, scales forged from pure golden qi, eyes burning with sovereign wrath. Dragon might crushed the surroundings, the very air trembling under its pressure as if kneeling before a true lord of the skies.
Boom—!
He punched from afar.
The dragon tore free from his hand, shattering the distance in an instant. Space rippled as it surged forward, jaws spreading wide, releasing a roar that echoed like thunder from the nine heavens. Mountains quaked, spiritual energy fled in panic, and the dao itself seemed to recoil.
In a blink,
The golden dragon descended, a celestial catastrophe wrapped in scales, crashing down with the force of a collapsing mountain. The air screamed as the dragon’s maw snapped shut, aiming to crush the Tianmo into paste, with the full might of a peak Nascent soul realm cultivator.
Tianmo remained completely indifferent.
Bloom!!!!
Dust exploded outward, blinding the world in a gray haze. The shockwave of the collision rippled across the rooftops, shattering enhanced tiles and sending debris flying like shrapnel. When the dust finally settled, the roof of the pavilion was gone. In its place was a massive, smoking crater, the ground cracked like a spiderweb for miles.
And in the center of that crater, amidst the shattered remains of the defensive array, stood Tianmo.
His robes were pristine, untouched by the explosion. His glittering white hair floated around him in a golden halo, defying gravity. He stood with his hands clasped behind his back, his expression fully composed.
He looked like a god looking down at an ant.
"You..." The old man, the Hall Master of the Mystic Cloud Formation Pavilion, stood at the edge of the crater, his face pale. He was trembling, not from the fear, but from the sheer magnitude of the power Tianmo had just displayed. A Nascent Soul cultivator’s attack, reduced to nothing by a single finger? Impossible.
Tianmo turned slowly, his eyes cold. "You are the Hall Master?"
"I am the Hall Master, Zhuo Feng," the old man replied, his voice trembling. He took a step back, his hand reaching for a talisman at his waist, but he hesitated. "Who are you? Do you know who you are provoking?"
Too much chitchatting, Tianmo raised his finger, and the Heavenly Finger-I technique activated.
Concentrate the ocean into a drop. Compress the Dantian into a single meridian. The finger is not flesh; it is the spear of the gods.
The air around Tianmo’s fingertip distorted, the spiritual pressure in the room dropping to a terrifyingly low point. It was as if the atmosphere had been sucked into a black hole, leaving only a void where his finger rested.
Zhuo Feng’s eyes widened in realization. He knew that pressure. It was the death’s call.
Woosh!
The light shot forth.
Zhuo Feng’s face twisted into a mask of absolute horror. He tried to activate his defensive talisman, his hand trembling as he grabbed the jade slip, but the speed of the attack was too fast. The Heavenly Finger-I had bypassed his spiritual sense entirely, arriving before his mind could even process the threat.
Thud.
The sound was sickeningly wet. It was the sound of a finger piercing through a melon.
Zhuo Feng’s body froze mid-motion. His eyes, wide and bulging, stared blankly at the sky. A tiny, golden dot was visible at the center of his forehead, right between his eyebrows. A second later, a crimson arc of blood sprayed out, painting the pristine white robes of the Hall Master in a gruesome, artistic display.
His hand, still reaching for the talisman, dropped. The jade slip shattered on the ground.
Woosh!
His body was quickly burned by All-refining Devil fire, turning into a pile of ash that drifted away in the wind, leaving behind a pill, made from his existence.
Tianmo looked at the pill in his hand, then at the pile of ash. He tossed the pill into his mouth and swallowed it. The energy rushed through him, immediately refining into pure spiritual Qi, which flooded his meridians.
Woosh! Woosh!
The devil flares like tentacles of darkness, rushed forth wrapping any life force it could find.
"System... Can you find the protagonist nearby?"
[Ding!]
[Searching... Searching...]
[Result: No Protagonist detected within a 10,000-mile radius. The protagonist’s location is currently unknown.]
Tianmo frowned, his brow furrowing slightly. The lack of a "cheat" nearby was disappointing. He had come here expecting a battle, a struggle for dominance, a chance to test the limits of his new power against a destined hero.
Instead, he was faced with a pile of ash and a pill.
However, there was also a chance that this Chen was not a protagonist after all...
No sooner had the thought crossed Tianmo’s mind than—
Speak of the devil, and the devil arrives.
A sword tore through the sky, riding the winds of heaven. Upon it stood a man of decent appearance, clad in plain utterly mundane robes, his aura restrained yet unnervingly profound.
Beside him stood a little fairy no older than nine or ten, dressed in flowing, ethereal garments that shimmered like morning mist.
They were rushing straight toward Tianmo.
The man appeared ordinary at first glance, but Tianmo could instantly sense the formation intent.
And then... his eyes shifted to the girl.
His pupils showed a little reaction.
Despite her tender age, her body contained two Supreme Dao Bones, their resonance hidden beneath layers of sealing techniques so refined they bordered on divine artistry.
What a lovely day for fishing, Tianmo’s lips curved slightly. It was worth descending there.
’How amusing...’ Tianmo thought, his eyes narrowing as he watched the two figures approach. ’The heavens are truly kind. Just when I was thinking about killing the first person I see to relieve some stress, I find a treasure trove right in front of my eyes.’
Swish!
In a blur of motion, Tianmo vanished. Afterimages lingered where he previously stood, overlapping like shattered reflections. Before the man could even fathom the shift in space, Tianmo had already appeared before the little fairy.
His hand moved, ruthlessly without an ounce of pity—two fingers pressed against her chest, and a terrifying suction force erupted. Dao laws erupted as seals shattered one after another. A blinding radiance burst forth as a Supreme Dao Bone was forcibly torn free, ripped from its destined vessel by overwhelming force.
"Aaaah—!"
The child’s scream pierced the heavens, sharp and heart-wrenching, before her eyes rolled back and her body went limp, unconscious as the remaining Dao bone dimmed in shock.
Time seems to be frozen. What’s this?! No! No! No!
The man’s face twisted in fury, veins bulging as killing intent surged skyward. Steam-like qi erupted from his body as his cultivation flared, the sword beneath his feet trembling violently—
But he never got the chance. WEAK must understand their place.
Tianmo’s hand closed around his throat, and in that instant, the world darkened. A purple abyssal aura poured out from Tianmo’s body, flooding into the man like an invading demon tide. The man’s eyes widened in horror as something far deeper than flesh was seized from his soul.
"No... my formation—!"
The Formation Intent, painstakingly carved into his very existence, was torn out piece by piece. Dao patterns shattered, destiny lines snapped, and his cultivation foundation collapsed with a soundless wail.
By the time Tianmo released his grip, the man was no longer breathing. He died with no resistance.
The man collapsed, his body turning to ash as the All-Refining Devil Fire ignited from within, fed by the sheer terror of his soul.
Tianmo then looked at the little girl and pulled out another Supreme Dao bone, killing her in the process. There is no need for justification, everyone is but a stepping stone, they should feel honored that their measly existence was put to the greater good.
