Calamity of Tomorrow

Zhao Haomiao felt like his palm striking Zhou Bai's chest was akin to hitting a mountain, as the other's body was almost immovable, so the force he unleashed transformed into a powerful rebound force, exploding right in Zhao Haomiao's palm.

With a series of muffled crackling sounds, Zhao Haomiao felt his palm fracture.

He looked at Zhou Bai with a ghost-seeing-like expression, 'Isn't he practicing sword techniques? Why is his body so formidable?'

Without time to ponder further, Zhao Haomiao now reeling from both physical and emotional wounds, didn't want to face Zhou Bai any longer. With a flicker of his figure, creating dozens of illusions, he had already darted off in all directions.

'This Zhou Bai, he might also specialize in subconscious attacks, and his Body Refinement cultivation is unfathomably deep.'

'Better to retreat for now, there will be days ahead to slowly find his weakness. My Illusion Dream Body Technique can directly affect one's five senses, and escape in ten directions at once, he won't catch up...'

While Zhao Haomiao was thinking this, a thunderous booming sound, like thunderclaps, spread across the sky.

Zhou Bai's figure, like a black bolt of lightning, chased with several sprints, bursting all the fleeing illusions.

Then in an instant, Zhao Haomiao felt a sudden heaviness on his shoulder; turning his head abruptly, he instinctively kicked backwards, accompanied by a booming explosion.

His foot met Zhou Bai's unbudging knee, and a heart-piercing pain burst forth in an instant.

Fortunately, this time it was just an instinctive kick, and Zhao Haomiao had not exerted any powerful martial arts, so although it was excruciating, it didn't result in a fracture like before.

Even so, the intense pain made him stop in his tracks, limping a few steps, then looking back at Zhou Bai and his own fleeing illusions, which he didn't realize had been shattered by Zhou Bai.

Zhao Haomiao's face was covered in shock: 'Is he that fast?'

Zhou Bai looked at him and said, "What's with you? Spying on me is one thing, but you come over, before even speaking, you start attacking?"

Zhao Haomiao, both anxious and surprised, looked at Zhou Bai, who had displayed strength far beyond his expectations.

Hearing the other party say he attacked him, Zhao Haomiao felt the injured limbs ache even more, his heart filled with both anger and annoyance, and his wounded mind felt increasingly dizzy.

Am I to blame for being attacked by Zhou Bai?

Thinking of this, Zhao Haomiao became infuriated.

But he simply could not voice it out, because indeed he was the one who struck first, and ended up injuring himself from the rebound, how could he say it?

Injured but also in the wrong, unable to blame the other, Zhao Haomiao became even angrier, feeling like a breath was stuck in his chest that he couldn't smooth out.

He could only grit his teeth and say, "So what do you want?"

Zhou Bai's Primordial Spirit power surged toward him, transforming into a large hand, and directly grabbed Zhao Haomiao, "Little brother, let me heal you, and let's have a good talk."

Seeing Zhou Bai's Primordial Spirit power rush toward him, Zhao Haomiao sneered inwardly: 'Even if your Body Refinement cultivation is terrifying and your speed is astonishing, but with you being in the fourth realm, how can you compare with me in Primordial Spirit power? Ridiculous.'

He thus unleashed his own Primordial Spirit power, and with a booming clash, it collided with Zhou Bai's Primordial Spirit power.

A lower-level cultivator's Primordial Spirit power cannot surpass that of a higher-level cultivator, as it is limited by the different levels of Dao assimilation, the upper limits of Primordial Spirit power also vary at different realms.

But the Zhou Bai before him broke this iron rule.

The two invisible forces collided violently, the air twisted, like several bombs being detonated.

The collision between 7200+ Primordial Spirit power and 5999+ Primordial Spirit power was obvious.

Amid the muted boom, Zhao Haomiao only felt his Primordial Spirit power being pushed back step by step, the other's Primordial Spirit power, like a raging Yangtze River, overwhelmed him wave after wave, his Primordial Spirit power almost instantly collapsed, leaving him defenseless.

Bang!

Zhao Haomiao was swept up by the overpowering Primordial Spirit power, his eyes somewhat vacant, his heart somewhat blank: 'How could this be? Not only is his Body Refinement and speed far beyond me, but even his Primordial Spirit power is far above mine? How can this Zhou Bai possibly be in the fourth realm?!'

Just as Zhou Bai was about to take Zhao Haomiao away, the surrounding area quickly attracted other teachers and students due to the noise of the battle.

"What happened here?"

"Zhou Bai? What are you doing?"

"Why do I hear sounds of a fight?"

Seeing many teachers looking over, Zhou Bai could only smile helplessly, "I was having a sparring session with Brother Zhao."

Just after Zhou Bai explained to the surrounding teachers and students for a moment, Ying Hui hurried over. Seeing Zhou Bai and Zhao Haomiao, he quickly sent a voice transmission, "Zhou Bai, don't give Zhao Haomiao a hard time."

Zhou Bai was surprised, "Why? Does he have a big background?"

"Of course, he does," Ying Hui said with a wry smile, "He's a relative of Principal Zhao Shouyi, and he had been cultivating at Dao School in Central City. He transferred here only two months ago."

Hearing the three words 'Zhao Shouyi', Zhou Bai's expression softened immediately.

After thinking for a while, he looked at Zhao Haomiao who was by his side, stubbornly defiant, patted his shoulder, and let him go, "Then, Brother Zhao, you should go get treated. Once you're healed, we can talk again. I think there might be some misunderstandings between us."

Zhao Haomiao glanced at Zhou Bai but did not respond and just left, head down and dispirited, continuously muttering in his mind: "He's not human, this Zhou Bai is simply a beast, whether it's his physical body, speed, or Primordial Spirit power, all are brutally overwhelming... He must be beyond the 4th realm, Dao School must have concealed his true strength... Their target this time is probably the Daluo Heaven debate."

This time, his strength was completely crushed from every angle, and his confidence was severely battered by Zhou Bai. He was almost developing a psychological shadow and probably didn't want to see Zhou Bai again for a good while.

On the other side, Zhou Bai planned to return to Nasha and continue cultivating. However, seeing that students and teachers, attracted by the noise, were everywhere, he felt that cultivating on the wall would be inappropriate.

So, Zhou Bai thought for a while, decided to leave his body in his dormitory, and underwent Primordial Spirit Emergence, slipping directly through the crack of Nasha's door.

Primordial Spirit can be large or small, visible or invisible; unless a cultivator specifically examines or uses their Primordial Spirit power to scan, it generally goes unseen.

And now, in this era where Heavenly Dao is twisted, cultivators who are particularly wary of those who undergo Primordial Spirit Emergence are almost non-existent.

Thus, Zhou Bai successfully sneaked into Nasha's room without attracting any attention.

But inside the room, Nasha, who was originally meditating, suddenly opened her eyes and looked towards a corner of the room, feeling somewhat uneasy.

During the past few hours of cultivation, such feelings surfaced repeatedly. She always felt as if someone was watching her from the darkness, making it impossible for her to concentrate on her cultivation.

Zhou Bai's Primordial Spirit shrunk into a ball, hiding in a gap of the nearby furniture. However, seeing Nasha's disturbed appearance, he thought for a moment and then slipped out of the room.

"Nasha and Pei are not the same; so far, I've hardly found any evidence of her being problematic, and taking advantage like this, causing her to be unable to focus on cultivation seems a bit improper."

"After all, we are all of the human race; it's better not to harm her."

"Anyway, after these few hours of cultivation, the power of my sword seeds has almost caught up to the level of my Primordial Spirit power. The rest can be cultivated casually each day. Next, I should prepare to cultivate the Twilight Taoist Skill."

...

On a small island in the south, amidst earth-shattering explosions, the entire island slowly collapsed and sank toward the seabed.

Yan Hui burst through the water's surface, shooting towards the nearby coastline. He looked exhausted, covered in blood, his right hand tightly clutching a statue, and his eyes filled with sorrow.

To retrieve the original Dao Treasure 05, everyone else in his team had perished, leaving him the sole survivor. Remembering each of his comrades' faces and laughter, tears involuntarily streaked down from the corners of his eyes.

However, when he thought of Zhou Bai, a flicker of determination passed through his eyes, "Don't worry, your sacrifice won't be in vain."

As soon as he reached the beach, he couldn't help but lie down, feeling extreme exhaustion from his physical body to his Primordial Spirit, wishing he could sleep for three days and nights.

But Yan Hui knew it was still not safe now, and he needed to deliver the original Dao Treasure 05 back as soon as possible.

Just then, a pungent sulfur-like smell descended from the sky. Looking up, Yan Hui saw a young man standing high in the air, slowly descending to a point tens of meters above the ground—it was Sun Jingping, the Saint Heir of the Evil Sect, who had hurried over after seeing the pillar of light in Nanshan City.

Yan Hui immediately said, "We are from the Night Army of Donghua City..."

But before he could finish his sentence, Sun Jingping made a grabbing motion and the original Dao Treasure 05 flew towards him. Just as Yan Hui was about to resist, he felt an overwhelming force of Primordial Spirit power descend upon him like Mount Tai, pinning him firmly to the sand.

With an air of absolute superiority, denying any rebuke, Sun Jingping said, "If this relic has appeared on the southern battlefield, then it must be a lost treasure of a predecessor from the Evil Sect. It has nothing to do with the likes of you Three Pure Dao Sect."

Struggling against the immense Primordial Spirit power, Yan Hui barely lifted his head to speak, "This was recovered by us..."

Hmph!

With a cold snort, Yan Hui's head was forcefully pressed into the sand. Sun Jingping said indifferently, "If you want to take it back, tell Yun Chonghe to come and talk to me. Who do you think you are?"