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In the camp of the Demon Clan stationed at the edge of the Zhongzhou Continent, a blood-red Demon General, clad in silver armor, knelt humbly before a shadowy figure.
"Reporting to the Demon Lord, according to the information we obtained from the Copper Mountain Ancestor and the Evil King of the Western Regions, the person carrying the Ginseng King has been missing for three months, and they are currently unable to sense his presence. However, I have learned that the person’s name is Zhao Yang, and he is affiliated with the Xuanfo Temple."
"Xuanfo Temple? That must be the kid saved by the Mystic Warrior back in the Haotian Secret Realm. At that time, I sensed that he was a legendary Perfect Foundation and intended to devour him. Unexpectedly, I felt an eerie sensation at a critical moment. Although the Mystic Warrior later appeared and took him away, even though he is strong, he is not strong enough to instill fear in me. That kid must have something unusual about him," the Demon Lord spoke, his voice cold and dripping like water from a frozen pool. Though quiet, it resonated deeply.
"Should we capture that kid or destroy Xuanfo Temple? The last time our vanguard army moved out, Xuanfo Temple was quite a hindrance," the Demon General asked.
"No, Xuanfo Temple has some connections with Falling Flower Valley. It is not yet appropriate to act against them while Mystic Warrior and Consort of Rain are involved. To expedite the Central Continent Chaos, you will lead your troops tonight to first eliminate You Xian Sect and then destroy Overlord Sect."
"Understood!"
...
In the Zhongzhou Royal Family, within one of the grand Imperial Tombs, a frail old man gazed toward the seventh Imperial Tomb and said, "Your Majesty, aside from the First Generation Central Emperor, you have absorbed the life force of six Old Emperors. Such immense power can easily lead one astray."
Inside the seventh Imperial Tomb, Central Sovereign's eyes blazed like a great sun as he spoke angrily, "Now that chaos reigns in Five Elements Continent and countless experts from the Tribulation Period have emerged—even a junior can ride on my head—how can I claim my cultivation is high? I not only want to be the strongest in this era but also surpass all cultivators throughout history. Both Consort of Rain and Mystic Warrior must die at my hands. You think I would give up just because I've absorbed this little power?"
His voice carried both questioning and determination; Central Sovereign was subtly enraged because since Old God General awakened, he had only protected him a few times without taking any action.
Old God General appeared weary and aged as he approached one of the Imperial Tombs. Holding a jug of wine unsteadily, he sat down and poured himself a cup. After taking a small sip, he placed it on the steps of the Imperial Tomb with a sorrowful expression.
With a sigh, Old God General said, "Old Emperor, your fourth-generation grandson has already fallen into madness. Zhongzhou is on the brink of destruction; it has become an inevitable trend. You and I fought side by side in our youth through thick and thin, yet now I am left all alone."
As he spoke, tears streamed down his face as he looked up at the sky and softly murmured, "Everyone says immortality is good, but if one lives forever while loved ones turn to dust, what meaning does it hold?"
In a place of serene mountains and flowing waters, Shiyunsheng stood before a grave adorned with blooming flowers, his hair disheveled and his temples streaked with gray. Blood covered his body, and he remained silent for a long time, surrounded by countless corpses.
Not long ago, a great battle had taken place here. The attackers belonged to a reclusive sect that had been hidden away for many years, filled with numerous experts, each at least at the Nascent Soul Stage. Now, however, their bodies lay piled together like a small mountain, each with a gaping hole in their abdomen, still exuding dark energy.
With a gentle motion of his hand, Shiyunsheng summoned forth Black Flame, reducing the mountain of corpses to ash. This sight caused a nearby Nascent Soul Stage cultivator to tremble in fear, pleading desperately, "Please don't kill me! I didn't mean to offend those in the grave!"
Shiyunsheng glanced at the supplicant and replied, "What a loyal Hidden Gate you are. Kill one and two come; kill two and ten come. Why not just take me there? It will save me the trouble of signaling for help."
With that, Shiyunsheng transformed into a wisp of black mist and carried the Young Cultivator toward a great mountain.
Bang!
The Young Cultivator was hurled against the barrier of the mountain, screaming in agony as he turned into a puddle of pus and blood. The barrier itself began to reveal its form under the stain of blood.
"Ha ha! Disciples, your efficiency is truly impressive! Wasn't it said that this person would be difficult to deal with? You've captured him so quickly!" A middle-aged Taoist emerged from the barrier, his eyebrows yellow and his expression one of pride and arrogance.
However, he soon realized something was amiss. Before him stood only Shiyunsheng; there were no other disciples around. A foul stench wafted from the puddle of pus and blood on his Mountain Protection Barrier.
"Are you the master of this place?" Shiyunsheng asked.
"I am the Vice Master of Xianyun Temple from Idle Cloud View. Who exactly are you? Where are my Disciples?" Huangmei Taoist demanded.
"They're dead," Shiyunsheng replied calmly as he floated in midair.
"Dead?" Huangmei Taoist laughed heartily. "My Idle Cloud View has remained hidden for a thousand years to cultivate a group of Elites to defeat all Five Great Sects in one fell swoop and claim supremacy over them..."
Before Huangmei Taoist could finish his words, he suddenly realized that Shiyunsheng had vanished! His pupils constricted sharply; in his perception, Shiyunsheng was merely a newly entered Dao Fruit Stage novice, how could he possibly be his opponent? After all, he was in the late Dao Fruit Stage!
However, an even stranger scene unfolded. He felt a sharp pain in his abdomen and hurriedly formed a hand seal, urgently chanting, "Duzhu Jiangmo, Heavenly Fire Annihilation!"
Boom!
A wave of roaring flames erupted from his body, surging outward as he attempted to incinerate the vanished youth. Yet, a shadow passed through him, moving toward the barrier without even glancing back.
Huangmei Taoist desperately tried to turn around. His face contorted in agony; with a scream, his abdomen exploded. A stream of black gas slithered like a serpent, slowly pursuing Shiyunsheng's figure and merging into his body.
Huangmei Taoist could not comprehend what was happening until his last breath. He felt no circulation of True Qi and sensed no trace of it to defend against; soon, his vision blurred and he sank into darkness.
Inside the barrier at the Taoist temple, a fierce battle raged on. A Childlike Face, White Hair Elder, despite being at the Great Ascension stage and possessing a Low-Level Dao Artifact, ultimately fell at Shiyunsheng's hands, displaying a similarly puzzled expression on his face.
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On the Border Battlefield, Tiandao led an army of cultivators, flattening one hidden Royal Family after another and annihilating numerous weak sects. Wherever they passed, life was reduced to ruin. Many Dao Fruit Stage experts barely sensed his presence before being consumed by an overwhelming force akin to a sandstorm that drained their life essence, rendering them unable to mobilize their True Qi.
Finally, within a Cold Pool Ancient Cave, a Gray-Clad Elder sensed an incredibly powerful life wave emanating from outside. He broke through the cave and saw a young man with sword-like brows flying past with six others dressed similarly.
The Gray-Clad Elder snorted in anger and waved his sleeve; seven sword energies shot skyward toward Tiandao and his companions.
The seven members of Tiandao all carried heavy greatswords. Upon hearing the commotion behind them, they swiftly drew their swords and struck back in unison. The massive sword light tore through the void, cleaving the area where the Gray-Clad Elder stood into a gorge.
The Gray-Clad Elder inhaled sharply; his expression grew serious as he said, "Indeed impressive! No wonder you dare to rampage in my territory. I have nurtured this vast expanse of spirit beasts and treasures without enjoying them myself, yet you take them for your own without so much as asking—shouldn't you give me an explanation?"
One of the White-Clad Youths looked at the Heavenly Path and said, "Heavenly Path, it's time to give him an explanation."
Another White-Clad Youth replied, "This is already the third one. It seems like it's another old immortal awakened by the Ginseng King. This is troublesome; let's deal with him first."
"Haha, truly heroes emerge from youth. I, the Mystic Spirit Master, have slept for eight hundred years. Aside from being defeated by the Central Sovereign back then, no one in the cultivation world has dared to be so reckless in front of me, especially you younglings of the Dao Fruit Stage!"
After speaking, the Mystic Spirit Master reached out to grab one of the White-Clad Youths. The silver-haired youth was frozen in mid-air, unable to move. However, he showed no signs of panic. Just as the Mystic Spirit Master's hand was about to touch him, he suddenly vanished and reappeared next to another White-Clad Youth.
"Hmm?" The Mystic Spirit Master was astonished; someone had managed to escape right under his nose, which truly caught his attention.
Aside from the Heavenly Path who remained still in mid-air, the other six White-Clad Youths had surrounded the Mystic Spirit Master. They wielded large swords and attacked him with agile and unpredictable movements that were hard to grasp. However, the Mystic Spirit Master was a Transcendence Stage Expert. Although he had not yet absorbed any life essence, a Tribulation Period cultivator's power was a hundred times that of a Great Ascension cultivator, especially considering that all six before him were merely youths of the Dao Fruit Stage!
He threw a punch towards one of them with seventy percent of his strength, but the youth's figure seemed to be swept away by a strong wind. Before his fist could reach him, he had already disappeared and appeared beside another youth. The Mystic Spirit Master realized that there was an underlying connection among these six White-Clad Youths; he was trapped in a strange formation where his True Qi was severely suppressed, making every movement extremely difficult.
The Mystic Spirit Master had never encountered such a bizarre formation before. He felt himself wrapped in a white light that grew tighter around him. His True Qi rapidly drained away as he gasped for breath. With a roar, he unleashed his strongest technique and locked onto a White-Clad Youth amidst great difficulty, attempting to cleave him in half.
The White-Clad Youth screamed as his upper body separated from his lower body. Just when the Mystic Spirit Master thought he had broken free from this strange formation, the youth he had cleaved turned into white smoke and vanished. In the next moment, that same youth appeared before him unscathed and pierced through his frail body with a sword.
"You old immortal, what a hassle," spat the White-Clad Youth as he let saliva drip onto the Mystic Spirit Master's head.
The Mystic Spirit Master slowly collapsed, gasping for air as his body gradually turned to dust and ash.
"It’s a Domain—a Forbidden Technique Space—a forbidden zone for cultivators. No matter how high one's cultivation level is, they cannot use True Qi here; no wonder."
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