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"Where is the Second Ancestor?" Lu Ye asked while adjusting his breathing.

After falling into this time-bound river, he was separated from Yang Qing by the pull of the Tower of Time. This was a good thing, otherwise, in his current state, facing Yang Qing would certainly not end well.

"Heal your wounds first. Once you've recovered, go find him!" the tower spirit said slowly.

Lu Ye nodded and immediately closed his eyes to regulate his breathing.

Time flows on, the river of time murmurs, sometimes calm as a mirror, sometimes turbulent as the sea.

In such a place, at this moment, unless Yang Qing specifically comes to find it, no one will disturb him.

However, Yang Qing had already lost his mind and had long since become Yuan's puppet. The River of Time was a place in this entire universe that Yuan's gaze could never focus on.

Without Yuan's guidance, Yang Qing would only act on instinct, and is probably just spacing out somewhere right now.

Lu Ye's injuries will not be difficult to heal, and with his current strength, it won't take too long.

In just over half a day, he felt that it was almost done.

He slowly rose to his feet, and then, guided by the tower spirit, sped off in a certain direction.

Before long, he could see a figure standing on the rolling water.

Who else could it be but Yang Qing?
The place where he had just rested was not far from where Yang Qing was. However, because the power of time was chaotic and abundant in the River of Time, neither he nor Yang Qing could detect each other's presence.

As soon as Yang Qing's presence was discovered, he immediately turned to look at them. Even though he was wearing a mask, Lu Ye could still feel the coldness in his hidden eyes.

Yuan was indeed unable to control Yang Qing at this moment, but before entering the River of Time, Yang Qing had received Yuan's instructions, so as soon as he saw Lu Ye, Yang Qing took action.

That final command was his immediate instinct.

They approached each other rapidly and collided in the blink of an eye.

To Lu Ye's astonishment, he was sent flying backward. Yang Qing pursued him relentlessly, while Lu Ye raised his sword to parry. On the river, the two figures fought and retreated, causing the water to surge continuously.

"Tower Spirit, there is clearly no wandering Dao power here, so why hasn't the Second Ancestor's strength diminished?" Lu Ye asked telepathically.

He originally thought that in this long river of time, without any external force to draw upon, Yang Qing's strength would inevitably be greatly reduced, and at that time he would be able to do whatever he wanted.

However, as soon as they exchanged blows, Lu Ye realized that something was wrong; Yang Qing's strength showed no signs of diminishing.

Furthermore, Lu Ye could clearly perceive one thing: in terms of his own foundation and the amount of Dao power he could control, Yang Qing was actually inferior to him at this moment.

There is at least some difference.

Lu Ye now possesses a terrifying foundation of nearly 30,000 Dao, which even True Saints are slightly inferior to.

However, Yang Qing is stronger in terms of strength.

The reason for this is that Yang Qing's power is more lethal.

Lu Ye guessed that this was related to their cultivation levels. Although he had a strong foundation, he was only at the Dao Integration stage, while Yang Qing was a True Saint. The difference in their cultivation levels resulted in completely different levels of lethality when the same power was used.

“The True Saint possesses a trace of the universe’s origin, allowing him to draw upon external forces regardless of his location!” the Tower Spirit replied.

Lu Ye suddenly realized.

"Lead him away, don't force a confrontation with him," the tower spirit instructed.

As Lu Ye did, although he was no match for Yang Qing in terms of strength, he could still restrain him without much trouble. Under the guidance of the tower spirit, he quickly led Yang Qing to escape in one direction of the River of Time.

The river flowed endlessly, and Lu Ye didn't know where he was going, but this plan was set by the Tower Spirit, so he had to follow its guidance.

As they traveled, Lu Ye witnessed firsthand Yang Qing's terrifying strength. This second-generation ancestor of the Dragon Clan was incredibly powerful and also proficient in the Dao of Time. If Lu Ye hadn't also cultivated this Dao, he probably wouldn't have been a match for him.

Even so, they gradually fell into a disadvantageous position.

"Tower Spirit, I won't be able to hold on for another incense stick's time," Lu Ye transmitted his voice as he fled the battlefield.

Lu Ye's fight with Yang Qing lasted only about an incense stick's time. In other words, with Lu Ye's current strength, if he encountered an opponent like Yang Qing, he would only last about two incense sticks' time. If he didn't find a way to escape, he might be killed.

"Found it!" As the tower spirit spoke, it suddenly floated out from Lu Ye's inner world and flew off in one direction, its voice reaching Lu Ye's ears: "Hold on!"

Upon hearing this, Lu Ye gritted his teeth. He didn't know what the tower spirit was going to do. He only heard the tower spirit say that there was a hidden trick left by Yang Qing himself in the River of Time to guard against this situation.

But whatever the tower spirit wants to do, what Lu Ye needs to do now is to restrain Yang Qing.

While the battle raged on one side, the Tower of Time flew to another location on the other.

Within the long river of time, all positions seem to be the same, but there is an anchor point here. That anchor point is similar to the place where Lu Ye repaired before. However, after the tower spirit arrived here, it flew around this reef-like anchor point several times, as if it was confirming something.

A moment later, it suddenly stood on the anchor point. Immediately afterwards, the tower shone brightly, and a multicolored beam of light shot down from the bottom of the tower and entered the anchor point.

Within that beam of light, the power of time was extremely concentrated. As the beam poured in, the various scenes within the anchor point rapidly changed.

Not far away, Lu Ye was struggling to cope with Yang Qing's fierce attacks.

At this point in the battle, he was completely suppressed. He truly lived up to his reputation as the second-generation ancestor of the Dragon Clan, the first True Saint in this universe, and the strongest among them.

At this moment, even if Yang Qing relied solely on instinct to fight, he gave Lu Ye no chance to take advantage of him.

Lu Ye repeatedly tried to exchange injuries for injuries... This was advantageous to him, because the Fang Blade now possessed the divine might of two warrior clans, especially the power of sorrow. If he were to injure Yang Qing, it could seal his strength to a certain extent.

It might not be much, but at the very least it will improve Lu Ye's situation.

But he never had that opportunity.

Yang Qing seemed to have an innate wariness of the Fang Blade, an instinct that was truly terrifying.

After a short while, Lu Ye was outmaneuvered and Yang Qing seized the opportunity to strike him, causing a sweet sensation in his throat.

Startled, he quickly regained his footing and managed to stabilize the situation.

If they hadn't withstood that attack, it would have been a complete rout. In a battle between such powerful individuals, a single misstep could lead to total defeat.

Never before had Lu Ye felt that time was passing so slowly.

Just as he was fully engaged in dealing with Yang Qing's fierce attack, he suddenly sensed some unusual activity from the tower spirit. Then, out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a figure flying out from the anchor point and standing next to the tower spirit.

The tower spirit exclaimed excitedly, "Master, finally... we meet again!"

"Is it time?" The figure appeared and said quietly, then looked around and saw Lu Ye and Yang Qing fighting over there. He nodded and said, "It's time after all!"

He then moved swiftly and flew straight towards the battle.

Because of the limited field of vision, Lu Ye's gaze passed over Yang Qing and fell on Fei Lai's figure. He couldn't help but freeze, his face filled with astonishment.

There was no other reason than that the figure summoned by the tower spirit from that anchor point and flying towards them was none other than Yang Qing!
She was almost identical to the Yang Qing he remembered.

However, Lu Ye could tell at a glance that Yang Qing, who came out of the anchor point, was not a physical body, but rather a soul, though not quite the same.

For a moment, Lu Ye couldn't figure out the background of this second Yang Qing.

Yang Qing, who was flying directly towards him, seemed to notice his gaze. He looked over and nodded slightly to him: "Thank you for your hard work. We can talk later!"

As soon as he uttered those words... or rather, as he emerged from the anchor point, Yi Sheng, who was pressing down on Lu Ye with only the ability to parry and no power to retaliate, suddenly felt as if he were facing a formidable enemy.

Lu Ye could clearly feel that the opponent's attacks had slowed down considerably.

At this moment, disregarding his own existence, he suddenly turned around to face Yang Qing.

How could Lu Ye miss such a golden opportunity? He immediately unleashed his power and delivered a fierce slash to Yi Sheng.

Although this strike failed to break through Yi Sheng's protective Dao power, the violent distance still caused the opponent to stagger. However, he ignored it and frantically urged his power to strike Yang Qing, who was coming towards him.

The attack landed on Yang Qing, but had no effect, passing right through him as if Yang Qing wasn't a physical being at all.

Immediately afterwards, Yang Qing directly entered Yi Sheng's body.

Yi Sheng, who was about to launch an attack, suddenly froze in place!
Lu Ye's eyes suddenly brightened, and he had already figured out some of the tricks of the trade. He was secretly thrilled.

"Come!" At that moment, Yi Sheng suddenly spoke, and then waved his hand, and the Tower of Time, which had been stationary, flew into his hand.

Then, he slowly turned around and removed the mask from his face.

Lu Ye was immediately startled, for at this moment, Yang Qing's expression was extremely painful, as if he was enduring some unimaginable torment, and even the veins on his forehead were bulging. He gritted his teeth and looked at Lu Ye, saying, "Young friend, quickly activate the power of the Dao Tree and lend me a hand!"

Upon hearing this, Lu Ye dared not hesitate. He immediately stepped forward, raised his hand and patted Yang Qing on the shoulder, then activated the power of the Talent Tree.

Invisible roots spread out, burning away the corrosive power accumulated within his body.

Back when he helped Mu Yun Gui and Huan Cai Yi escape their corrupted fate, Lu Ye had already thought that solving the problem of True Saints was not difficult. As long as he had the opportunity to activate the power of the Talent Tree on the True Saints, he could set things right.

The difficulty lies in the fact that the True Saint is too powerful, and he simply doesn't have that opportunity.

With Yang Qing's cooperation, he can easily succeed.

Now, with the absorption and refinement of numerous treasures, the power of the Talent Tree is far beyond what it used to be. After this refinement, the pain and struggle on Yang Qing's face have obviously weakened rapidly, and even the turbulent aura has gradually calmed down.

Lu Ye gradually relaxed. (End of Chapter)