Simulation becomes reality, have I ever looked down upon the eternity?

Chapter 608 The Unparalleled Charm of the Righteous Path: Shao Siming!
Gu Yu's eyes lit up immediately, and he exclaimed with delight, "It's Brother Wuji!"

"Xu Wuji...it's him!"

This name alone is enough to make the entire righteous nine sects hold their breath. He once single-handedly slew three demonic holy sons, a feat so ferocious that it terrified his contemporaries.

Although the Heavenly Dao Pavilion has not explicitly ranked him first among the three factions on the overall list, it has already placed him at the pinnacle of the righteous path's "Dragon and Tiger List," giving him the potential to become the number one figure among the three factions.

[The heretical cultivator Feng Qingyun's expression was somber. He was the only one among the righteous path who had truly fought Xu Wuji.]

The shadow of that war still lingers.

Xu Wuji's strength may be even greater than the rumors suggest. If he doesn't perish in the future, he will surely become the next Nine Yang Master, a peerless existence who suppresses an entire generation.

[The bamboo rustled, and a tall young man strolled out from the shadows in the woods.]

[Wearing a simple, old Taoist robe, his hands tucked into the wide sleeves, his hair casually disheveled, he was unkempt.]

His appearance was quite ordinary; his eyes were tired and lifeless, as if he had lost interest in everything.

However, with his appearance, all the Dao Ling Sect disciples involuntarily straightened their backs, their gazes meeting in deep respect, tinged with a hint of fear that prevented them from looking directly at him.

"Senior Brother Wuji!"

Everyone bowed in greeting, but the young man didn't even lift an eyelid, walking straight past.

Only after hearing Gu Yu's affectionate address of "Brother Wuji" did Xu Wuji raise his eyes, a genuine smile appearing on his face: "Gu Yu."

"Brother Wuji, how was the trip?"

Xu Wuji walked to the center of the arena, his tone as calm as if he were discussing a trivial matter: "The Butterfly Dance of the Blissful Demon Sect has mediocre skills, but her ability to escape is quite good."

"In a moment of carelessness, she escaped."

[Then the tone shifted, still remaining flat.]

"However, of those from the Blissful Demon Sect who came here, only she survived."

Xu Wuji slowly stepped into the arena, and an invisible aura spread out from him. Gu Yu and Li Luosheng, who had been on the verge of exchanging blows, both simultaneously lowered their stances.

A hint of apprehension flashed across Cao An's face at Ziyang Academy. Xu Wuji acted entirely on his whim; if truly angered, he wouldn't care about the supposed alliance of the Nine Righteous Sects.

Li Luosheng quietly placed his hands behind his back, a surge of blood welling up around him, but he did not make a move. His gaze fell heavily on Xu Wuji, a barely perceptible hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.

Upon hearing Xu Wuji's words, Xiahou Li of the Extreme Demonic Sect's expression changed drastically, his anger surging: "You want to kill Diewu!"

"Xu Wuji—!"

Butterfly Dance is the Holy Maiden of the Blissful Demon Sect.

Xiahou Li's body was surging with magical power, fiery red patterns appeared and flowed from his skin, and his blood and qi surged like smoke billowing into the sky.

Xu Wuji slowly turned around, looked at Xiahou Li, and spoke in a calm but chilling tone:

"You want to die too?"

[A glint of light flashed in your eyes as you subtly activated your perception technique, only to discover with surprise that Xu Wuji's aura was perfectly harmonious and flawless, revealing only that he possessed the cultivation level of the early stage of the Dragon Court.]

[That's absolutely impossible. Given his position as the top-ranked member of the Righteous Path Dragon and Tiger Ranking, how could he possibly control the entire Nine Sects of the Righteous Path if he only possessed the early stage of Dragon Court cultivation?]

The only explanation is that he also cultivates the same secret technique as you, one that seals one's cultivation level, and its profundity is perhaps no less than what you have learned.

Just as your mind is racing, the situation on the field suddenly changes!

Before Xiahou Li could make a move, Xu Wuji had already darted to the side of the Holy Son of the Extreme Demonic Sect.

The speed was terrifying, and what was even more astonishing was that there wasn't a single fluctuation of magical power throughout the entire process!

The next moment, their fists clashed violently, producing a dull thud like a tattered sack.

Xiahou Li, the Holy Son of the Extreme Demonic Sect, was renowned for his formidable physical strength, yet a look of pain suddenly appeared on his face. He gritted his teeth, his feet rooted to the spot, refusing to retreat an inch, forcefully blocking Xu Wuji's seemingly ordinary yet powerful punch, which actually contained the force to shatter mountains.

Xu Wuji's movements flowed like water, his bones emitting soft hums, displaying a strange yet fluid power generation technique.

He used the momentum to exert force again, his power surging forth like a tidal wave.

Xiahou Li roared, his aura soaring into the sky like billowing smoke, causing the surrounding air to vibrate and hum.

The immense blood energy condensed in mid-air into a ferocious tiger's head, its massive maw opening to unleash a deafening roar as it pounced towards Xu Wuji!

Xu Wuji's stance shifted abruptly; a simple punch was thrown, yet it seemed to contain the power to shatter the void, violently smashing the tiger's head.

The force of his punch hadn't subsided when he closed in again, relentlessly pursuing her.

Neither of them used any magical power; they fought purely with their physical bodies.

Xu Wuji unleashed dozens of punches in an instant, the shadows of his fists weaving into a net.

Xiahou Li managed to parry several attacks, but ultimately could not withstand the relentless onslaught.

Just as he was about to unleash his magic, Xu Wuji's fist pierced straight into his chest like a meteor.

"Ugh—!"

A bloodcurdling scream rang out. This punch not only severely damaged his physique, but also sent a strange force penetrating his meridians, causing his magical power to suddenly freeze.

[As the Holy Son of the Extreme Demonic Sect, Xiahou Li's demonic cultivation had already forged his physical body to be comparable to divine iron, and his acupoints at the Dragon Court Realm had been refined to the extreme.]

[He must have endured countless tortures to ascend from the Extreme Demonic Sect to the position of Holy Son; there's absolutely no way he could have let out such a scream.]

But at this moment, under Xu Wuji's fist, this demonic body, tempered a thousand times, was as fragile as paper.

Everyone in the arena was momentarily incredulous; Xiahou Li of the Extreme Demonic Sect had actually been suppressed by Xu Wuji with pure physical strength.

Moreover, what kind of method did Xu Wuji use to make Xiahou Li let out such a scream?

A chill ran down everyone's spine!

Xu Wuji pursued relentlessly, his body moving with the wind, sitting like a crouching tiger, moving like a swimming dragon.

Xiahou Li's magical power was restricted, and he could only barely parry. He was forced to retreat step by step, and blood was seeping from his chest.

Seeing this, the disciples of the Extreme Demonic Sect could no longer restrain themselves and rushed to save the Holy Son.

Gu Yu wouldn't allow them to interfere. With a single command, the Dao Ling Sect members immediately charged forward, and the arena erupted into chaos.

Cao An of Ziyang Academy smiled and looked at Li Luosheng. Though he didn't speak, his eyes were full of provocation.

[Feng Qingyun, a follower of the unorthodox path, frowned deeply. The righteous path and the demonic path had already clashed—the Extreme Demonic Sect versus the Dao Ling Sect. How could the Ziyang Academy possibly let the Blood Sea Demonic Sect escape?]

[How should the heretical sects position themselves now? The righteous path already possesses great power, and now with Xu Wuji in command, the demonic path's chances of victory are slim.]

If we rashly make a move now, given Xu Wuji's unbridled nature, the heretics will surely get burned.

[However, if they stand idly by now, what will become of the heretics after the righteous path has wiped out the demonic sects?] [Feng Qingyun's gaze swept across the stone bridge, looking towards the Taoist temples shrouded in mist behind them—the Heavenly Emperor's palace was so close, how could they simply hand it over?]

He then looked at Yue Yunqing of the Supreme Dharma Sect, his junior sister who was known for her decisiveness; perhaps she could offer a solution to the current predicament.

Feng Qingyun spoke hesitantly, "Junior Sister Yunqing, what do you think..."

Yue Yunqing simply shook her head slightly, her beautiful eyes fixed quietly on the young man in blue before her.

Following her gaze, Feng Qingyun saw Zhou Jing of Fangcun Mountain standing quietly to one side, seemingly unaffected by the surrounding turmoil.

His confusion deepened—what was the true meaning behind Yue Yunqing's actions?

Is the Supreme Dharma Sect revered as having venerated Zhou Jing of Fangcun Mountain?

Seeing that the Supreme Dharma Sect had no intention of intervening, the thought that had just ignited in Feng Qingyun's mind gradually faded.

Today, we may truly have to watch helplessly as Xu Wuji slays two demonic holy sons, his prestige once again shaking the Nine Gates.

The disciples of the Extreme Demonic Sect were showing signs of defeat. Xiahou Li's eyes were bloodshot, his face filled with resentment. In terms of pure physical strength, he was confident that he was no less than Xu Wuji, but the strange force that had entered his body was like a bone-deep ailment, constantly eroding his meridians, causing his blood and qi to stagnate, making it difficult for him to exert his full strength.

[Before he could even unleash his full demonic power, he was being forced into a retreat by Xu Wuji's seemingly simple fist techniques. If this continued, he feared he would truly be worn down and killed here!]

In his agitation, he took several punches head-on, his chest slightly dented from the blows, and a metallic taste rose in his throat.

Cao An of Ziyang Academy took in this scene, a slight smile playing on his lips. He subtly flipped his sleeve, and an invisible current of energy began to stir within him.

"Sage Li, today we shall settle our long-standing feud."

[As soon as Cao An finished speaking, Li Luosheng glanced at him sideways, a look of disdain on his face.]

[The two clashed in an instant, and amidst the surging sea of ​​blood, illusory figures of Confucian sages materialized behind the scholars of Ziyang Academy, each wielding a ruler, their righteous aura surging and filling the surrounding area.]

Li Luosheng softly recited: "Ascend Kunlun, eat jade essence, live as long as heaven and earth, shine as brightly as the sun and moon..."

"Alas, the grass and trees wither and fall; I fear the beauty will grow old and fade..."

As he chanted, the churning sea of ​​blood gradually transformed into a stunningly beautiful woman. She looked up at the sky, her expression sorrowful, as if yearning for the divine and powerful man who reigned high in the heavens.

The sorrow and grief of unfulfilled desire seemed to materialize, piercing straight to the soul. The pain of longing without obtaining what one desired felt as if the very core of one's being was being shattered.

The students of Ziyang Academy suddenly froze, their eyes losing their sparkle, and two streams of tears involuntarily rolled down their cheeks.

The swirling energy that Cao An had just conjured in his hand suddenly dissipated, and his eyes instantly went blank.

An overwhelming sense of heartbreak and despair washed over him like a tidal wave, so heavy it suffocated him. He felt as if he were sinking into deep water, each struggle leaving him unable to breathe.

"Ho-ha!"

Cao An suddenly awoke from the illusion, his body drenched in cold sweat, and a chill ran through him—

[“Oh no!”]

[At that moment, Li Luosheng's voice rang out leisurely: "Brother Zhou, is my 'Young Master of Fate' melody pleasing to the ear?"]

Cao An suddenly opened his eyes, startled to find himself and his fellow disciples completely enveloped in a sea of ​​crimson blood, suspended in mid-air. Apart from him, the other disciples of Ziyang Academy remained immersed in the boundless sorrow, their eyes vacant, unable to break free even slightly.

All of this happened so fast that not only were the students of Ziyang Academy caught off guard, but even Feng Qingyun, who was watching from the sidelines, was affected by the pervasive sorrow.

He hurriedly circulated his Pure Yang Power, a warm current flowing through his body, barely managing to break free. He was horrified—what kind of bizarre magic was this?

The Ziyang Academy, which directly withstood this technique, was almost completely wiped out. Even figures like Cao An were trapped for a full breath!

At their level, let alone two breaths, even a moment's lapse in concentration is enough to decide victory or defeat, life or death.

Feng Qingyun felt a chill run down his spine, thinking that if it were him, he probably wouldn't be able to withstand it either.

When did Li Luosheng become so terrifying? With just one spell, he almost captured the entire Ziyang Academy alive!

Although you have witnessed Danling perform this technique before, seeing it again now still fills you with awe. The Yellow Springs Clan not only possesses a profound understanding of the essence of the soul, but has also pushed this path of extreme joy and sorrow to its ultimate limit.

Without a special method to guard one's mind, one is almost powerless against this technique.

What will truly chill you is that this "Young Master of Fate" technique cannot be achieved through mere cultivation—the sorrow it contains is so genuine, it must have come from someone who has personally experienced that unforgettable heartbreak!

It seems that even Danling, the son of the Heavenly Emperor, was once deeply entangled in matters of love and romance...

[In the blink of an eye, a dramatic change occurs!]

A streak of multicolored light, like a divine sword from the heavens, suddenly blazed forth, forcefully cleaving through the surging sea of ​​blood!

The sea of ​​blood was forcibly torn apart, and the students of Ziyang Academy were immediately freed. Cao An, however, was in a state of erratic breathing, his chest heaving violently, and he could no longer maintain his usual gentle and refined demeanor.

He looked up and stared intently at Li Luosheng, his eyes filled with undisguised fear.

The one who broke through the sea of ​​blood was naturally Xu Wuji. His previously weary eyes now gleamed with a sharp light, as if he had discovered something extremely interesting.

"Li Luosheng, I never knew you had such abilities..."

A slight smile played on his lips, and his tone revealed a genuine sense of pleasure:

"This really makes me... somewhat happy!"

While Xu Wuji was distracted by Li Luosheng, Xiahou Li on the other side finally broke free from the relentless onslaught and was able to catch his breath.

Xiahou Li forcefully channeled his magical power, and the crimson patterns all over his body suddenly lit up, flowing ceaselessly like living things. The sunken area on his chest began to heal at a speed visible to the naked eye.

He suddenly opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood, which contained the five-colored energy that Xu Wuji had injected.

The blood clot landed on the ground, silently carving out a deep, clean-cut pit.

After unleashing the unusual force, Xiahou Li's recovery speed suddenly accelerated, and his aura surged once more.

Behind him, the phantom images of six gigantic, pitch-black pillars slowly emerged, each wreathed in ominous demonic runes, radiating a chilling aura of oppression.

"Extreme Demonic Art..."

Xiahou Li glanced at Li Luosheng and said in a deep voice, "Thank you!"

He then abruptly turned to Xu Wuji, his demonic energy surging, his fighting spirit blazing: "Xu Wuji, again!"

Gu Yu's face was filled with astonishment. He never imagined that Li Luosheng possessed such terrifying methods.

The already tilted battle situation has taken another unexpected turn!

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P.S.: I keep misspelling my name.

Xu Wuji!
Xiahou Li.

(End of this chapter)