Chapter 330: I, the One Who Questions the Void

Yan Buji glanced at the dragon‑pattern furnace at his waist and suddenly understood something.

So that's how it is.

It's your doing!

The dragon‑pattern furnace said nothing and made no move, as if it were deliberately leaking the conversation.

If it weren't so, Yan Buji wouldn't have fallen into such a passive situation.

Alas!

Yan Buji gritted his teeth and took out a pill!

"Act!"

Yan Buji instantly swallowed the pill, and his cultivation realm surged dramatically!

His magical power surged like a rushing tide, repeatedly washing over Yan Buji's flesh; in the blink of an eye his body filled with mana, and the mighty force and newly expanded spirit consciousness shocked everyone.

"Human Origin Great Pill?!" the young man's pupils narrowed as he recognized the pill Yan Buji had taken.

So what of it?

Just a mere Foundation Establishment Stage.

Law‑Cover Splendid Body!

Yan Buji's technique integrated in an instant, and a brand‑new Foundation Establishment Stage method manifested within him!

"Heaven Gate Five Elements!"

He employed every means at his disposal—postnatal steel Qi, Sha Qi armor, dual spirit shields, layered armor, and again the Blood Heaven Ascension Degree surged, pushing his realm higher!

Boom!

A light gate formed under the five attacks; Yan Buji, dragging his battered body, activated Instant Shadow Step, electric flash, and the Wind‑Adjusting Secret Technique to surge through it, evading part of the lethal damage before vanishing!

The young man scowled, "Heaven Gate Law?!"

Song Ziyue frowned, "How does this guy have so many hidden tricks? He's as slippery as a mud loach!"

"Fine, he took our attacks; even if he escaped with his life, he won't be safe. Let's go to Wenxu Palace first!"

"Cousin, you're really impressive, you actually saw that guy's rebellious heart!" Song Ziyue praised.

The young man squinted, "What if I say the furnace's pendant deliberately told me?"

"Hm? Why? What is that furnace pendant?"

"If I'm not mistaken, it should be the Eight‑turn Immortal Accumulation dragon‑pattern furnace left by that saint."

Song Ziyue and the others were startled, "Eight‑turn Immortal Accumulation?!"

"But the real dragon‑pattern furnace should still be inside Wenxu Palace; that furnace is probably just a replica. That's why I acted, because I didn't know how much he truly knows about Wenxu Palace."

"Since that's the case, why not use his knowledge of Wenxu Palace, enter it first, then strike?" Song Ziyue asked.

The young man's eyes flickered, "Bringing an outsider brings too many unpredictable variables; the point is I don't want to cause trouble. If we rouse the nearby demon king or demon emperor, that'd be bad. Let's go!"

"Alright, I'll follow your lead, cousin!"

But the young man also had many doubts, such as where that mere Foundation Establishment Stage dragon‑man got the Human Origin Great Pill? It's one of the Three Talents Celestial Pills, extremely rare even in the Dongxing Sea Region.

The key is why that replica dragon‑pattern furnace would leak their conversation.

It seemed as if it were deliberately luring him to act, to kill that dragon‑man.

Could it be… that the fabric was bound by a secret spell from the dragon‑man, but not fully controlled, so it seeks to break free from his control?

Still, it's hard to imagine a mere Foundation Establishment Stage hiding so many tactics.

First using the Human Origin Great Pill to break the realm, then a series of defenses and various speed‑boosting secret arts, plus Heaven Gate Law, and he actually escaped!

"Fine, next time we meet, we kill him!"

The young man didn't appear as arrogant as he seemed; rather, he was meticulous.

On the other side.

Yan Buji slipped through the Heaven Gate, arrived at another spatial node, and grasped the dragon‑pattern furnace, "What exactly are you trying to do?"

"You who act wickedly with impure hearts may not enter Wenxu Palace," the furnace's voice came, yet it turned into a detached will responding to Yan Buji.

Yan Buji took a deep breath, "Who are you?"

He could no longer worry about his injuries; honestly, staying alive was something he was somewhat grateful for.

Ask yourself, who could escape with a Foundation Establishment Stage strength under five Golden Core real persons?

Had Yan Buji not possessed foresight, having focused on defensive and speed techniques since stepping into the cultivation world, he might indeed have died on the spot.

If you can escape, escape; as for severe injury, compared to death it's hardly worth mentioning.

Yan Buji consecutively swallowed numerous self‑made healing pills, still gripping the dragon‑pattern furnace, awaiting a reply.

The dragon‑pattern furnace was silent for a moment, then said, "I, the one who questions the void."

Lord of Wenxu Palace?!

Yan Buji's pupils narrowed, "You are the saint who attained Dao in Wenxu Palace?"

"Correct. You… you are not predetermined, yet you are entangled. I advise you to stay out of this, hide peacefully in the mundane world; no one will trouble you."

Yan Buji clenched his teeth in anger, stared at the nearby vortex, and hurled the dragon‑pattern furnace into it, "What a joke! Absolutely the biggest joke ever!!!"

Yan Buji covered his left eye; the intense emotional fluctuations caused his Mutant Force to show signs of runaway, so he hurriedly summoned his limited magical power to suppress it, only then calming his mind again.

"My own path, I walk alone. Indeed, I shouldn't have trusted those who offered me benefits, only to stab you when it mattered, and I don't even know why they did it." Yan Buji clenched his fists, feeling waves of dizziness.

Escaping in the first place had already consumed eighty percent of Yan Buji's magical power; suppressing the Mutant Force drained the rest of his scarce mana.

His body gradually sank into the sea floor, swallowed by that strange vortex.

Before losing consciousness, Yan Buji was extremely unwilling!

All it's done is use fate, predetermined, future—such words to placate oneself. What does that even mean?

What is my cultivation for, after all?

Isn't it simply to escape the helplessness and resentment of being mortal, even in the cultivation world this same resentment, at least he is moving forward!

He no longer wants to hear any talk of the future or destiny, of what should belong to whom, of where people ought to be!

This is sheer nonsense!

I cultivate not to fight for life, but instead believe in the so‑called destiny's favor, believe in these ancient Existence that benefit me, repeatedly coating them with sugar to lower the cultivator's instinctive vigilance, and finally this result arrives.

But what can he do?

He can do nothing.

"If... everything about me had already been seen by others... if only... I didn't die!"

At that moment, a flame suddenly ignited in Yan Buji's heart; it was his unwillingness, his discontent.

It was his struggle against destiny, and also a flame of hatred and retaliation toward those who thought they had seen destiny clearly and could command it!

This twisted, inverted world, this world that obsesses over the cycle of destiny!

This world where mortals can only be mortals, this world where effort yields no reward!!

It is absolutely wrong!!!

"One day I will break this damned destiny, even if I do not know what that destiny is. I will also stand above everyone in the most powerful, most glorious stance and proclaim to them....."

Yan Buji raised his fist and sank into the vortex.....

"My desire is that all people and all things obey my desire!"