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The arrival of Northern Crossing Qing perfectly aligned with the intentions of North Crossing Xiqin. This was a battle of talent among the younger generation, and each encounter was beyond what the previous guards could withstand.
With Feng Duqing's participation, it was as if North Crossing Xiqin's troubles had been resolved indirectly. The three guards could retreat, but he could not; there were too many eyes watching him!
As for whom to fight, Zuo Dao had little choice. There were only a few members of the Beidu Family on the field, and it didn't matter who he faced. Both sides began to employ increasingly complex techniques.
Every strike was dazzling and unimaginable. Although the Great Dao is fundamentally simple, Zuo Dao and Northern Crossing Qing were merely validating each other’s skills. Tragically, North Crossing Xiqin found himself as nothing more than a punching bag.
At least two-thirds of the attacks among the three fell upon North Crossing Xiqin, leaving him severely injured. Yet he couldn't find any justification to prove that the other two were doing this intentionally.
The three engaged in a chaotic melee, with energy surging within a hundred miles, causing the space to groan. Similarly, Northern Clan Martial Arts executed by North Crossing Xiqin appeared entirely different.
Although both the direct lineage and branch practiced the same Cultivation Method, there were distinctions in depth and intricacy. The Great Dream Hammer Technique from the Direct Lineage was far more complete compared to that of the Branch. Zuo Dao could sense this during their exchanges.
Northern Crossing Qing, being part of the Branch, was already aware of this issue; it was one method by which the Direct Lineage suppressed the Branch. To obtain a more complete Cultivation Method, one must join the Direct Lineage—sometimes things are just that simple.
Now Zuo Dao had opened a window for him; even if it was incomplete, so what? He could fill in the gaps himself and create anew. Of course, for an ordinary person, this would be mere fantasy, but Northern Crossing Qing was different.
Among the talents of the Branch, his enduring mindset resonated with Zuo Dao. But this resonance had nothing to do with any romantic feelings between them; it was purely a martial arts connection.
In truth, Zuo Dao did not particularly care about Northern Crossing Qing; however, everything displayed by Northern Crossing Qing piqued his interest. Thus, while deepening his own understanding, he occasionally offered some guidance to Northern Crossing Qing.
The best teacher is practical experience. Northern Crossing Qing realized that he had never experienced such exhilaration in battle since beginning his training. Ultimately, it became Zuo Dao teaching him. However, this left North Crossing Xiqin suffering as a mere punching bag.
Northern Crossing Divine Fist is a celestial-style martial art that requires celestial energy to fully unleash its power. However, what flowed within Northern Crossing Qing was still Spirit Energy. This not only affected the power of his fist technique but also caused chaos within his meridians. Although Northern Crossing Immortal had resolved this issue for future generations, this Northern Crossing was no longer what it once was.
Zuo Dao naturally possessed celestial energy within him; thus, Northern Crossing Fist Technique was merely child's play for him. First from Northern Crossing Qing's body, then from the three guards', and finally from North Crossing Xiqin's—he had completely grasped the essence of the fist technique.
From a distance, the three figures were engaged in a fierce battle, all employing the same Cultivation Method against one another. Yet, it felt oddly disjointed, as North Crossing Xiqin always ended up on the receiving end of the injuries.
Though it couldn't be described as a world-shattering battle, it was certainly peculiar. However, onlookers paid little mind to such details. Those who had come to watch were all experts from the Robbery Realm. Moreover, even if Zuo Dao's performance was not overtly apparent, some could discern that this young White-Clad Monk seemed to be using the fight as a means to teach Northern Crossing Qing.
As for why they felt this way, one only needed to observe the situation on the battlefield.
At this moment, North Crossing Xiqin was at his wit's end. From the very start of being drawn into the fray, Zuo Dao had no intention of allowing him to retreat unscathed. At this point, North Crossing Xiqin had lost all semblance of an Elder.
His hair was disheveled and fell over half his face; amidst the flying strands, sharp-eyed observers could see the bruises and cuts marring his features. His battle attire was nearly torn to shreds; if not for the armor he wore underneath, North Crossing Xiqin would have appeared almost naked.
The fight raged on, and North Crossing Xiqin found himself unable to stop. At least now he was only facing attacks from one side; if he ceased his defense, both of his opponents would unleash their strikes upon him simultaneously.
This was a genuine battle. Northern Crossing Qing seemed to be fueled by something extraordinary, pouring all his strength into every move. However, North Crossing Xiqin couldn't fault him for that; he was already being led around by his opponent, let alone his junior.
Zuo Dao invoked the Sitting Forgetting Sutra to enhance Northern Crossing Qing's Cultivation Method, giving him an ethereal presence. North Crossing Xiqin felt this deeply; it was a sensation he had only experienced in the presence of a few Ancient Ancestors from his Clan.
Those Ancient Ancestors were reclusive masters of the Clan, their seniority beyond measure. While many believed that the Beidu Clan had fallen from grace, he understood that those elders were the foundation of their lineage. As long as they remained standing, the Northern Clan would endure like an unyielding rock.
With spears clashing and massive hands blocking strikes, the intensity of their auras grew with each passing moment in battle. North Crossing Xiqin found himself in this predicament out of necessity, while Zuo Dao and Northern Crossing Qing were completely immersed in the exhilaration of combat.
Northern Crossing Qing had transformed into a dragon with his spear; he moved fluidly with it as if it were an extension of himself. With each technique unleashed, it seemed as though lightning streaked through the air. His combat prowess increased with every second.
The clouds above them had been shattered by their clash, unable to coalesce again, revealing a clear blue sky. North Crossing Xiqin also fought with all his might, moving through the air like a giant eagle swooping down for its prey but unable to break free from this circle of conflict.
One layer down.
The second layer.
The sixth layer...
The tenth layer. When Zuo Dao's Northern Crossing Fist Technique reached perfect compatibility with himself, he decisively abandoned it and switched to the Beidou Ten Thousand Beasts Spear.
Thus, another bolt of lightning appeared in the air, the Azure Dragon, as the two dragons clashed fiercely in the sky.
A thrust from Northern Crossing Qing aimed at Zuo Dao, while simultaneously, the tail of the spear swung towards North Crossing Xiqin. Zuo Dao retaliated with the same technique, and for a moment, the entanglement among the three became even tighter, with the danger escalating further.
Above them was wind, but it could not penetrate this area of battle; above them were clouds, yet they could not obscure their fight. Even with the Great Sun hanging high overhead, it could not overshadow their brilliance.
Northern Crossing Qing howled repeatedly, excitement evident on his face. This battle was a transformation for him, a peak elevation. The cultivation methods and secrets of the Northern Crossing Lineage churned in his mind.
This was a metamorphosis; he did not know where his endpoint would be, but the Robbery Realm had become a fleeting memory. A broader horizon appeared before him, all because of the person he was fighting against.
He no longer cared about his opponent's background; suddenly, a decision surfaced in his heart: by following this White-Clad Monk, he might reach the heights of his ancestor, the Northern Crossing Immortal.
He did not understand why this thought emerged, but once it did, it swept through his mind like a massive wave.
Zuo Dao's physical strength was formidable; when he struck him, it felt almost negligible. Even after all this time, his white robe remained impeccably neat. In contrast, North Crossing Xiqin's armor was on the verge of shattering.
Spear light shattered; fist winds broke clouds. The three fought from the sky down to the ground. Fortunately, below them lay an uninhabited wasteland; mountains crumbled beneath their feet as large chunks collapsed from their strikes.
The battle attracted more and more attention, with more members of the Beidu Clan arriving. However, aside from a few Elder-level figures, most were merely guards who could not intervene. Among the Elders present were those qualified to act but dared not do so. Although the battle among the three had reached a fever pitch, there was clearly no sense of murderous intent.
As the battle continued, it was the Beidu Clan that faced humiliation. Someone could no longer bear to watch, but the reason for their intervention was not merely the reputation of the Beidu Clan; it was because of Zuo Dao.
"Enough! Everyone, stop!"
A voice rang out, cutting through the passage of time. Those who heard it felt a profound shock within their hearts, sensing the flow of time itself.
Even Zuo Dao was taken aback; he had not expected to encounter such a figure in this Star Domain. A sense of caution began to rise within him.
Beidu Liufeng was one of the Elders that North Crossing Xiqin had been thinking about. Having cultivated for countless years, the typical lifespan of a Robber Monk was around five thousand years, yet according to North Crossing Xiqin's judgment, these Elders from the clan had lived for nearly ten thousand years.
Though the hierarchy among cultivators was not always apparent—some newborns were considered ancestors by many—these Elders held a genuine status that could not be overlooked.
While Beidu Liufeng was an Elder-level figure, his cultivation method did not require him to enter seclusion or fall into deep slumber like the others. This was fundamental to the Beidu Clan's ability to stand tall, but only a few within the clan were aware of it, and North Crossing Xiqin happened to be one of them.
From Zuo Dao's emergence to the subsequent battle, Beidu Liufeng had been observing closely. Initially wary of this sudden appearance of a cultivator, he was surprised when Zuo Dao quickly gained recognition from the Planetary Will.
This was something he could hardly fathom; aside from the entire Northern Crossing Star, he could not imagine how an outsider could be acknowledged by the Planetary Will. That protective barrier had been established by their ancestors using great powers.
Although it served as protection, it also acted as their prison, confining them to Northern Crossing Star for generations. Only someone who could reach the heights of their ancestral immortals would be able to freely enter and exit the planet. However, such individuals had not appeared since the Northern Crossing Immortal ascended.
Zuo Dao's emergence gave him hope; after all, humans are not mere grass or wood—who can be without feelings? They did not wish to remain trapped in one place forever.
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