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A Flying Ring silently flew in, instantly severing Shen Gongye's head. It was Nangong Wuxin who had come to the rescue. Filled with rage, Nangong Wuxin felt a deep sorrow as he realized that the person he was closest to among the Three Elders of the Outer Court was Hong Wushou. It was Hong Wushou, with his ethereal demeanor, who had secretly taken him away from the Myriad Spirit Sect to recruit disciples in Yuwang City. The two often sparred in their techniques, giving him practical experience that contrasted sharply with his sheltered upbringing. Now, having witnessed both Elder Zhong and Hong Wushou die, he was overwhelmed with grief and anger, his eyes reddening as he turned to face Golden Peng Young Master.
"Ha ha, I am becoming more and more interested in the Myriad Spirit Sect. They can cultivate such talent; at such a young age, he has already entered the Core Formation Stage. He could even compete with those from our royal Genius Academy," boasted Golden Peng Young Master.
"You must die today!" said Nangong Wuxin, tears brimming in his eyes as he pointed at Golden Peng Young Master.
"There are many who want to kill me; you probably won't even be in line!" replied Golden Peng Young Master dismissively.
"You've made it to my list!" a loud voice called out. Long Xiao Wu summoned a Golden Dragon from his palm and directed it toward Golden Peng Young Master.
With disdain in his heart, Golden Peng Young Master pointed two fingers at Long Xiao Wu, commanding, "Annihilate!"
A beam of light pierced through the air, shattering Long Xiao Wu's palm. A scream erupted as he fell from the sky, and the dragon-like energy shot out from his hand, grazing the fingers extended by Golden Peng Young Master.
To everyone's shock, they saw that Golden Peng Young Master's hand had instantly turned to bone. Two stark white bony knuckles appeared where his fingers had been. Terrified, he shouted, "My fingers! My fingers!" Flesh continued to vanish until half of his hand was nothing but a skeletal remnant. Acting quickly, he used his folding fan to sever his own hand and glared with murderous intent at the fallen Long Xiao Wu.
Meanwhile, Fire Wuyan and Ji Wuyou were struggling against the freezing power of the Ice Soul Seal. Caught off guard by Duan Wude, they found themselves unable to resist the power of the Dao Artifact. Ice covered their bodies, but they witnessed the scene of Hong Wushou being killed. Their eyes widened in fury; for the first time ever, a trace of Earth Fire energy erupted from Fire Wuyan, causing a slight disturbance in the brocade box he held.
The levels of Dao Fire include Open Flame, True Fire, Earth Fire, and Heavenly Fire. After nearly a century immersed in the path of fire, it was only under this immense pressure that he barely touched upon the realm of Earth Fire. His body erupted with supreme red flames mixed with a hint of earth fire energy, incinerating everything around him. The power of the Ice Soul Seal was drawn into his grasp; amidst its flickering light, it seemed to be slipping from Duan Wude's control.
Startled, Duan Wude silently recited a mantra as his true qi surged around him. He slashed through the air; being at the peak of the Core Formation Stage, he was just one step away from reaching the Divine Transformation Stage. The might of his transcendental strikes was something ordinary cultivators could not withstand. However, as soon as he realized that Fire Wuyan had reached the realm of earth fire within Dao fire, his strength surged dramatically. A pillar of pure fire erupted from his mouth; it shattered through the icy barrier protecting him and engulfed him in flames.
As soon as the flames touched a cultivator's flesh, they transformed into fiery poison invading their body—this was a key distinction that set earth fire above true fire.
Yet instead of pursuing Duan Wude, Fire Wuyan turned his attention toward the approaching threat posed by the injured and fallen Long Xiao Wu. An overwhelming fury surged within him. With both Nangong Wuxin in front and now free from ice's grip, Ji Wuyou flew forward seeking vengeance for Hong Wushou. Surrounded on all sides by enemies, with nowhere left to run, all that remained for Golden Peng Young Master was to charge toward what he perceived as the weakest target: Long Xiao Wu.
Long Xiao Wu gritted his teeth and said, "Damn it, they look down on me! Seven, eight, nine, one!" He quickly counted something in his mouth and took a golden bead from the large Gold Chain around his neck. With a gentle flick, he sent it soaring above his head. A thin, light golden barrier instantly expanded outward from him. The rapidly approaching Golden Peng Young Master was rebounded back as if struck by an invisible force, crashing to the ground like a ragged doll.
Lying on the ground, the Golden Peng Young Master cried out for help, wanting the Nine Great Protectors to save him. As endless attacks surged toward him, he had no choice but to lie flat on the ground. Suddenly, countless golden Peng feathers erupted from his body, shooting in all directions. These feathers indiscriminately pierced through numerous low-level disciples, serving as his life-saving skill. Fire Without Flame and others retreated defensively as he transformed into a golden Golden Peng bird and flew high into the sky to escape.
A mournful cry of the Peng echoed through the air as countless feathers scattered. The Golden Peng Young Master plummeted from the clouds, dying on the spot with his eyes wide open, unable to close them even in death.
Suddenly, silence enveloped the surroundings; the world lost its color as darkness descended. Countless cultivators looked up at the sky in fear and unease.
"To destroy my Myriad Spirit Sect, you all must die!" A voice echoed like thunder, awakening everyone from their stupor.
"Foster father?" Nangong Wuxin looked up.
In that moment, everyone felt uneasy and immobilized, including the Nine Great Protectors at the Divine Transformation Stage, Ji Wudao, and the Grand Elder. They struggled to move their fingers as they gazed at an enormous hand descending from the void.
Boom!
A powerful aura emanated from the hand, shaking the ground. The Tearing the Sky trembled as two Guardians engaged in a fierce battle with the Grand Elder were instantly crushed into pulp beneath that colossal hand. Two faint golden Phantoms flew out from their bodies—these were their Primordial Spirits. Once cultivators reached the Divine Transformation Stage, their Divine Sense merged with their souls to become Primordial Spirits. Though immensely powerful, Primordial Spirits were incredibly fragile. Realizing what kind of existence they faced, they had no will to resist and began to falter as they fled into the distance. In an instant, the vast hand caught up with the two Primordial Spirits and casually swept them away into oblivion.
Then, descending from the clouds was a White Mist Elder—the very foundation of Myriad Spirit Sect and its Grand Elder known as Demon Hunter Supreme.
Countless disciples cheered as Ji Wudao, who was severely injured while battling a Guardian, expressed his joy: "Congratulations to Master for breaking through to Nascent Soul Stage!"
Nascent Soul Stage!
The Great Guardian was taken aback and exclaimed, "Weren't you trapped by the Eight Gates Locking God Formation?! How could you possibly break through to the Nascent Soul Stage?!"
The Great Guardian was horrified. It was known that a cultivator at the Nascent Soul Stage was an unparalleled master in the cultivation world. In this realm where Spirit Energy was gradually depleting, how could a small sect possibly possess a master at the Nascent Soul Stage? He had come based on intelligence that indicated the Myriad Spirit Sect was merely a declining minor sect, yet it had given birth to a divine artifact like the Spirit Pearl. When he led the Royal Cultivator army here, he discovered that the Spirit Energy in this area was exceptionally dense. Surrounding the Myriad Spirit Sect's Mountain Protection Formation, there was a region filled with spiritual herbs, and a Divine Transformation Stage master at Great Perfection was preparing to form an infant there!
Upon realizing that this person was the Myriad Spirit Sect's Grand Elder, the Demon Hunter Supreme, the Great Guardian immediately summoned the other Guardians to unleash the Eight Gates Locking God Formation, a formation specifically designed to refine Divine Transformation Stage experts. They intended to trap the Demon Hunter Supreme within it, confident that they could refine him into blood in no time, as the Eight Gates Locking God Formation had never encountered any mishaps. Over the years, they had slain countless Divine Transformation Stage masters without ever failing.
However, at this moment, a pressure from that realm descended upon them, akin to the overwhelming aura of the Ancient Era pressing down upon the heavens and earth. The world dimmed; there was an immense difference between the Nascent Soul Stage and Divine Transformation Stage. The power of a Divine Transformation Stage cultivator lay in their ethereal Primordial Spirit, while the power of a Nascent Soul Stage cultivator stemmed from their tangible Primordial Infant. The Primordial Spirit was ethereal, whereas the Primordial Infant was substantial! The disparity in their powers was more than a hundredfold, capable of causing mountains to crumble and earth to collapse.
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