Chapter 155

Wang Shan felt something in his head explode with a boom, like the opening of chaos, and like all things returning to silence. That indestructible Foundation Establishment Barrier, under his near-self-destructive final strike, finally shattered with a sound.

A surge of unprecedentedly vast Spiritual Power, like a bursting dam flood, instantly filled his dried dantian, and with a violent posture surged and roared through his limbs and bones.

Ah—!

Inexpressible comfort and severe pain intertwined; Wang Shan couldn't help but look up and let out a long whistle. The whistle pierced the depths of the cave, actually carrying the aura of a newborn calf, making the entire cavern tremble.

Foundation Establishment, achieved!

At the moment he entered the early stage of Foundation Establishment, the black jade slip in his bosom, which had constantly resonated with his Spiritual Power, suddenly burst forth with a suction far greater than before. Wang Shan didn't even have time to react; his Spiritual Sense was forcibly pulled by this power, linking him with the jade slip, and even with some far older, deeper node deep in the cave, for an instant.

Buzz—!

Countless bizarre, fragmented images and broken information surged into his mind like a tide.

It was mountains of corpses and seas of blood, the tragic cries of myriad beasts, towering figures controlling heaven‑shattering, earth‑rending demonic beasts, only to be Counter-Devoured by those very beasts, their flesh blurred, body and spirit destroyed……

Beast Taming Sect……destroyed……Myriad Beasts Devouring Master……forbidden……legacy Counter-Devouring……

Fragmented words, horrifying images, flickered wildly in his mind.

"This… this is…" Wang Shan's mind and spirit shook violently; originally this jade slip, this Beast Taming Sect's legacy, was actually so perilous! The so‑called beast taming could end up drawing fire upon oneself, self‑destruction.

"Counter-Devouring…" he chewed on those two words, a chill rose from his heart.

Boom! Crack—!

Outside World, that ancient invisible barrier finally, under the joint attack of Wan Honghai and the Black‑clad Leader, emitted a strained groan, cracks spreading everywhere, about to collapse completely.

"Hahaha! Break it for me!" Wan Honghai's wild laughter rang out again.

Wang Shan snapped back to his senses, his eyes filled with bloodshot veins, yet deep within a raging fury ignited.

He could clearly sense the faint, almost extinguished life aura of Li Hu and Zhang Mei at the Cave Entrance, as well as the desperate cries of his grandson Wang Zhitao.

"Courting death!"

Wang Shan's body flickered, and he shot straight out of the stone room of Closed Meditation! His speed was far beyond what a Body Refining stage could match.

At this moment, although he had just achieved Foundation Establishment, his Spiritual Power was not yet fully stabilized, and he was still somewhat affected by the impact of the legacy information, but the might and strength of a Foundation Establishment cultivator were already worlds apart.

An aura far more solid and sharp than Wan Honghai's erupted from him, instantly filling the entire cave.

"What?!"

Wan Honghai and the Black‑clad Leader, who were preparing to deliver the final blow to shatter the barrier, both felt this sudden powerful aura and paused in their actions.

They saw an old man with disheveled hair, his body soaked in blood, yet his eyes sharp and his aura like a rainbow, stepping out step by step from the depths of the cave.

"Old thing, you… you actually achieved Foundation Establishment?!" Wan Honghai's face, which had been filled with wild joy, instantly froze, replaced by disbelief.

How could an old man whose oil lamp has run dry possibly achieve Foundation Establishment in such a short time, in this environment?!

The Black‑clad Leader's pupils also contracted slightly; he sensed more clearly that although Wang Shan's aura was somewhat impure, it was undeniably the pressure of early‑stage Foundation Establishment.

"Grandfather!" Wang Zhitao, seeing Wang Shan, burst into surprised joy in his despairing eyes, shouting with a sobbing tone.

Wang Shan's gaze swept over the cave entrance; when he saw Li Hu and Zhang Mei's miserable state, and Wang Zhitao holding the unconscious Wang Zhitao in his arms, the anger in his heart erupted completely.

"You hurt my family, took my grandson… you all must die!" Wang Shan's voice was hoarse, yet carried a bone‑chilling cold.

Wan Honghai saw Wang Shan's fierce aura, but didn't take it too seriously, sneering: "Just a newly minted Foundation Establishment, foundations unsteady, yet you dare act presumptuously before me, brat! First hand over the jade slip in your hand!"

He still kept his eye on the black jade slip in Wang Zhitao's hand; his body shifted, his big hand reaching again for Wang Zhitao. In his view, Wang Shan was nothing but a spent arrow, while he himself was a late‑stage Foundation Establishment cultivator!

"Hmph!" Wang Shan gave a cold snort, not retreating but advancing, moving as fast as a ghost, actually arriving first to block in front of Wang Zhitao.

"Courting death!" Wan Honghai, seeing this, did not change his claw stance but made it even more vicious, aiming straight for Wang Shan's face.

At that moment, a flicker of strange color flashed in Wang Shan's eyes; the fragmentary images of "Myriad Beasts Devouring Master" in his mind flickered past. Inspired, the Foundation Establishment Spiritual Power that had just condensed within him began to circulate in an extremely strange way.

Command!

Wang Shan neither dodged nor blocked; he simply thrust out a fierce palm!

This palm was plain and unremarkable, with no discernible technique, yet the palm wind seemed to mingle with some esoteric rune incomprehensible to ordinary people.

Wan Honghai saw Wang Shan daring to clash head‑on, a flicker of contempt in his eyes. Yet the instant Wang Shan's palm was about to contact his eagle claw, the Spiritual Power within him—especially the mixed demonic beast aura tainted from practicing his family's art—suddenly erupted uncontrollably!

Pfft!

Wan Honghai, as if struck heavily, spat out a large mouthful of fresh blood; that Counter-Devouring power surged wildly inside him, causing his meridians to flare with pain, as if countless tiny worms were gnawing at his five viscera and six bowels.

His whole body was further shaken by an invisible force, flying backward and slamming with a "thud" against the cave wall, landing in a sorry state.

"What… what kind of demonic technique is this?!" Wan Honghai turned pale with shock, clutching his chest, unable to believe his eyes as he stared at Wang Shan.

How could a cultivator who had just achieved Foundation Establishment possibly cripple a late‑stage Foundation Establishment cultivator with a single palm, and in such a bizarre way!

"Demonic technique? Hmph, perfect for dealing with you beasts!" Wang Shan's strike landed, yet he also felt a surge of qi and blood churning within him.

The so‑called "Myriad Beasts Devouring Master" was indeed domineering, but its consumption and control demands on Spiritual Power were extremely high, and it truly seemed to have… a hint of Counter-Devouring. He could feel that, by forcibly activating this incomplete forbidden art, he himself also received a slight jolt.

"Come on together, kill him!" the Black‑clad Leader, seeing this, could no longer remain calm.

He saw that Wang Shan's condition was off; this old fellow seemed to have used a secret technique that harms the enemy a thousand while damaging himself eight hundred.

He shifted his body, and a fierce black blade of light sliced down toward Wang Shan's head.

Wang Shan's eyes narrowed, his footwork shifting illusorily; he barely dodged the blade, then struck back with a palm aimed straight at the Black‑clad Leader's chest and abdomen.

This palm still carried that strange flavor.

The Black‑clad Leader had prepared in advance; black energy surged on his body, forming a protective shield. Yet the instant Wang Shan's palm struck the shield, he likewise felt a latent power within him being drawn, though not as severe as Wan Honghai's, it still caused his posture to lag and his qi and blood to churn.

"Good opportunity!"

Wang Shan seized this fleeting opening, lunged forward, and delivered a heavy punch packed with the vast Spiritual Power of early Foundation Establishment, smashing hard into the Black‑clad Leader's shoulder.

"Crack!" the sound of breaking bone was clearly audible.

"Pfft!" the Black‑clad Leader also spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, his body staggering backward; his eyes toward Wang Shan were filled with doubtful uncertainty.

In just a few breaths, the two great Foundation Establishment powerhouses—one a late‑stage cultivator, the other of unknown strength but at least mid‑stage Foundation Establishment, the Black‑clad Leader—suffered successive major losses at Wang Shan's hands.

Just what kind of monster is this old fellow?!

Li Hu and Zhang Mei, who had originally sunk into despair, now saw Wang Shan display god‑like might, suppressing the two powerful foes single‑handedly, and their eyes lit up with the exhilaration of having survived a catastrophe.

"Master..." Li Hu's voice hoarse, yet filled with excitement.

Wang Shan stood arrogantly, though his breath was somewhat unsteady and his face somewhat pale, yet that aura of disdain made Wan Honghai and the Black-clad Leader both feel a sudden pang of palpitation.

"Cinnabar Fierce Elder... no, now probably should be called Foundation Establishment Fierce Elder!" Wan Honghai gritted his teeth, yet in his heart already arose a desire to retreat.

This old thing, too sinister!