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The moment the Light Shield shattered, Gu's mind went blank. Dong Yishi crushed the Light Speed Talisman that had been clinging to his leg, and in a flash of light, he disappeared in the direction of the Flowing Cloud Realm.
The others, who had been entangled with the Light Monk, could no longer afford to hesitate and fled in all directions. Tian Zai's flying Light Canon became a coveted target amidst the chaos, and with the appearance of the Nascent Soul Cultivator, the confusion reached its peak.
Regardless of whether they were allies or foes, other Nascent Soul Cultivators had also arrived at the scene. The number of Foundation Practitioners had quickly approached a thousand, and a new round of skirmishes began among the various sects present.
The Nascent Soul Cultivator represented a watershed in the Cultivation World. There are several major theories within this realm; one of them states that reaching the Foundation Establishment Stage is akin to unlocking the Celestial Gate, while entering the Nascent Soul Stage is considered stepping onto the Immortal Path. As the name suggests, once one enters the Nascent Soul Stage, they are truly on the Immortal Path, no longer concerned with their past or their appearance; it is solely about how far they can go on that path and whether they can reach its pinnacle.
Unlike the skirmishing methods of Foundation Establishment Practitioners, there were not as many Nascent Soul Cultivators present at this moment, but there were still nearly a hundred of them. Each Nascent Soul Cultivator moved with an innate connection to heaven and earth, resonating uniquely with the Spiritual Energy around them—something that Foundation Establishment Practitioners could not hope to withstand.
Among them was Bu Luo, featuring unique individuals like Gan Yuan wielding a Mountain Sea Fan, Mu Qinglong with his Azure Leaf, and Zhang Chenglin at Golden Core Mid-Stage—all capable of fending off a single strike from a Nascent Soul Cultivator.
However, what surprised everyone most was Wei Wuyou. At that moment, he effortlessly killed three Foundation Practitioners with a single sword strike before decisively charging into the fray among Golden Core Stage cultivators.
Foundation Practitioners were inherently limited by their abilities in flight, while Golden Core Cultivators could traverse through the air. This fundamental difference in combat style meant that Golden Core Cultivators often fought in mid-air to conserve their energy for critical moments when they needed to ascend higher.
Nascent Soul Stage cultivators could draw Spiritual Energy from their surroundings with each breath, possessing immense power coupled with devastating destructive capability—hence their tendency to engage in aerial battles.
Gu managed to escape, but Ling Chanzi did not; he had come to exorcise demons. Given the chaotic situation, Ling Chanzi could easily be mistaken for an ally of Gu Bian. For now, it seemed Ling Chanzi was safe as no one was targeting him—except for a Qi Refinement Stage Little Monk who made an attempt.
Gan Yuan approached the Light Canon once more, getting so close that it nearly touched his face. Just as he reached out to grab it, a Nascent Soul Cultivator struck. The overwhelming pressure felt like being crushed by an immense weight, sending Gan Yuan crashing into the ground from mid-air. He coughed up blood onto the lush green grass.
The grass was still waterlogged from recent rain; even just one strike from a Nascent Soul Cultivator rendered this genius incapable of fighting back. He lacked even the strength to rise and felt as if his bones were shattering; every part of his body throbbed with pain.
The disciples of the Jade Void Sect saw Gan Yuan in a dangerous situation and rushed over to provide cover. Four of Gan Yuan's junior brothers stood firmly around him, protecting him in the center and leaving no opportunity for the light faction to strike.
At this moment, Gan Yuan's consciousness was somewhat hazy. His eyes were unfocused, staring blankly at the ground while watching the battle unfold in the sky. The Golden Core Cultivators flying around like countless buzzing flies filled his ears with a droning sound, mixed with the clashing of weapons.
He suddenly thought of Dian, wondering where he had gone. What about that Little Monk? Wasn't he supposed to be around? And what about that person named Gu? He should have run away by now.
Indeed, as Gan Yuan thought of Yi Dongzi, he became more alert. That book seemed to be fake!
Just moments ago, when Yi Dongzi had struck him down from Tian Zai, Gan Yuan clearly saw the characters in the flying Light Canon. They were pristine, completely unlike the worn appearance of the book; it seemed not even a speck of dirt was on it—almost excessively clean.
Another deception! A wave of helplessness surged within Gan Yuan. He never expected that in front of so many cultivators, that mortal named Gu would dare to play such tricks. He was afraid that he would be stopped from escaping Dong Lai. Gan Yuan thought angrily and fearfully; if he revealed that the Light Canon was fake now, the light faction would immediately retreat from the battlefield.
What a clever move—Jinchuan's shell game! Just that one fake Light Canon had fooled all the cultivators present. Such audacity! If this person survives, he will surely become a formidable figure in the future. At least that's what Gan Yuan thought as he recalled the young man he had only encountered twice, giving him a high evaluation.
Now, what should he do? Withdraw?
Gan Yuan forced a smile; retreating was not an option anymore. At least they needed to keep the light faction contained. As for the real Light Canon, they could search for it slowly after dealing with the light faction. The pressure from Flowing Cloud Region and Five Great Gates was something a Qiankun could handle.
Then let’s fight.
Just as Gan Yuan took a breath and braced himself to turn back into battle, a sudden change occurred in the sky. A black area began to seep out from the portal of light, gradually engulfing half of the sky. Many confused cultivators were inadvertently shrouded in darkness, becoming even more frantic—especially those from the light faction, who seemed to turn into human bombs. Any nearby cultivators could easily be taken out by a self-destructing Light Monk.
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