Nine Transformations of the True Spirit.

"Senior Feng witnessed firsthand that the Cang'er tribe was almost completely wiped out. The demon race is inherently ferocious and should never be associated with."

"Moreover, the dragon people originated from the human race and are of the same lineage. Now that the demon race has invaded the Xuanli Realm, we should join forces to deal with it."

High in the sky, the two sides stood facing each other, separated by thousands of feet.

Pure spiritual energy and intense demonic energy surged into the sky, stirring up the dragon energy that filled the world, causing wind and clouds to swirl and the sun and moon to lose their light.

Below was once a prosperous city, but now it has been reduced to ruins.

Buildings collapsed, corpses littered the ground, blood flowed like rivers, flames raged, and thick smoke billowed.

The majestic dragon statue also broke in half, turning into several pieces that crashed to the ground, no longer possessing any of its former power.

Like other cities built by dragon tribes, this giant city is located beside a majestic mountain range. It relies on the pure dragon energy of the Dragon Breath Platform in the mountain to allow the tribe's cultivators to manifest and ascend to the clouds, ensuring the continuation of their lineage for countless generations.

But now, the Dragon Breath Platform, along with the city and tribe, has been destroyed. The chaotic dragon energy has spread out, forming storms that sweep across the mountains, break trees, cause landslides and collapses, creating a scene of apocalypse.

This was indeed the end of the world for the Cang'er tribe, which had a history of tens of thousands of years.

The culprits were the three high-ranking demon generals standing beside Zhong Ding.

Zhong Ding, dressed in dark armor, had a burly body as majestic as a mountain. He glanced at the three of them as he listened to the accusations from the human cultivators opposite him, a hint of dissatisfaction showing on his dignified face.

The three high-ranking demon generals were all confidants of the Demon King and were quite famous in the Heavenly Pillar Domain. They were usually unruly and arrogant.

But at this moment, facing Zhong Ding's gaze, they dared not show the slightest dissatisfaction. They all lowered their heads, their expressions timid, and a hint of fear flashed in their eyes.

Who in the Heavenly Pillar Domain doesn't know the name Zhong Ding? He is the son of the Heavenly Pillar Demon Saint, inheriting the Xuanwu bloodline. He is exceptionally talented and was nurtured by the Heavenly Pillar Demon Saint. Legend has it that he was once summoned by the Great Sage of Zhenhai and possessed the potential to become a Great Sage.

Unlike other descendants of true spirits who were not well-known before advancing to the Demon King level, Zhong Ding challenged famous Demon Generals in the Heavenly Pillar Domain after advancing to the High-Rank Demon General level.

In his battles with these demon generals, he displayed unparalleled strength, becoming invincible among his peers and suffering no defeats. He gradually became famous throughout the Heavenly Pillar Domain, but he never opened a cave dwelling.

Anyone with eyes can see that the Heavenly Pillar Demon Saint intends for Zhong Ding to take charge of the Heavenly Pillar Domain in the future, and for this reason, he is willing to let him come out of the mountains early to spread his fame.

These three high-ranking demon generals had all fought against Zhong Ding before and knew his methods well. In front of him, they were as respectful as if they were facing a demon king.

Besides these three high-ranking demon generals, there were several other demon generals following Zhong Ding.

Upon hearing the insults from the person opposite them, they couldn't help but show a mocking expression, but they did not utter a word in retaliation.

These words were not spoken to these demon generals, but to a thin old man.

He was sandwiched between the two groups of people, his face full of wrinkles and a bitter expression. His aura was not obvious, but behind him were several dragon people, whose imposing presence was heavy. They were all cultivators in the Cloud Ascension Realm.

One of the dragonmen, his face filled with grief and indignation, stared intently at the three demon generals beside Zhong Ding: "Senior Feng, because of Ao Huan, the demon race has a deep-seated hatred for our dragonman race."

"Now these demons have invaded the Xuanli Realm again, wantonly slaughtering the dragon tribes. My Cang'er tribe has also suffered at their hands. They are cruel, bloodthirsty, and tyrannical."

"Fortunately, fellow human cultivators have come to our aid. We should join forces with the fellow cultivators of the Xuanji Sect to execute these demons on the spot and avenge our Cang'er tribe and those dragon people who were slaughtered!"

The other dragon people also showed interest, but none of them spoke up to dissuade him; they simply looked at the gaunt old man with a bitter expression on his face.

He seemed somewhat troubled, glancing at the bell and cauldron, then at the ruins below, and sighed softly: "Young friend Zhong, your demon race acts so recklessly, and shows no mercy to us dragon people. It may not be easy for you to get me to join forces with you."

Zhong Ding withdrew his gaze, looked at the gaunt old man, and said calmly, "Senior Feng, what makes you say that? I am cooperating with you, not with other dragon tribes."

"These three fellow Daoists had no intention of making enemies with the Cang'er tribe; they only wanted to destroy this Dragon Breath Platform."

"It was the Cang'er tribe's obstruction that led to this disaster; they are truly not to blame."

The grief-stricken dragonman flew into a rage: "The Dragon Breath Platform is the foundation of my Cang'er tribe. They want to destroy it without saying a word. Are we, the Cang'er tribe, going to sit idly by?"

The leader on the other side also shouted sternly: "You demon race have slaughtered countless tribes before the Cang'er tribe, yet you dare to utter the word 'cooperation'?"

He then turned to the gaunt old man: "Senior Feng, my Xuanji Sect is truly sincere in wanting to join forces with your esteemed sect."

"The demon race treats human life like dirt and doesn't take the dragon tribe seriously at all; they are definitely not benevolent."

"To join forces with them is tantamount to asking a tiger for its skin. I urge you, senior, to think twice!"

After saying this, he clasped his hands in a respectful bow to the gaunt old man, his expression very sincere.

The man was dressed in a purple robe and appeared to be around thirty-four years old. He had an extraordinary appearance and a dignified bearing, but his complexion was slightly pale and his energy seemed somewhat weak, as if he were injured.

Behind him, a dozen or so human cultivators stared warily at the bell and cauldron, their eyes revealing deep fear.

Upon hearing this, the gaunt old man became even more hesitant.

Zhong Ding, however, did not take it to heart at all and smiled slightly: "Fellow Daoist Fu is greatly mistaken. The law of the jungle, where the strong prey on the weak and strength is supreme, is not only the law of our demon race, but also the heavenly way of the spirit world. The same applies to the dragon people."

“In the past, in the Xuanli Realm, there were many instances of the various tribes of the dragon people attacking and killing each other, and even slaughtering their tribes.”

"Over the long years, countless dragonmen have died at the hands of the dragonmen, far exceeding the number of dragonmen tribes slaughtered by my demon race."

"The major sects and families in the Spirit Realm are also constantly fighting each other."

"There is also a distinction between the righteous and the demonic, who use the souls, bones, and flesh of their own kind of cultivators as materials to cultivate supernatural powers, magical treasures, corpse puppets, and soul banners."

"These three fellow Daoists only wanted to destroy the Dragon Breath Platform. The Cang'er tribe knew that their strength was weak, yet they tried to stop them like a mantis trying to stop a chariot. They were only courting death. What's wrong with destroying them?"

"Fellow Daoist Fu came from the Spirit Realm, also for the True Dragon Cave."

"In order to attract a cultivator from the Spirit Realm who has reached the Integration Stage, the Dragon Breath Platform must be destroyed."

"We have only done what Fellow Daoist Fu wanted to do but dared not do, or is Fellow Daoist Fu not planning to destroy the Dragon Breath Platform?"

The purple-robed cultivator's expression changed slightly, but he still shouted sternly, "Nonsense! We humans and dragons come from the same source, how could we do such a thing?"

"Senior Feng, it is true that we came for the True Dragon Cave, but we have no intention of slaughtering the dragon people tribe."

"The demon race is bloodthirsty by nature, and the Cang'er tribe is a prime example."

"As the saying goes, false words can mislead the masses. Senior, please do not be misled by this person."

The gaunt old man stroked his beard, his face full of difficulty, and looked at the purple-robed cultivator: "Young friend Fu, I wonder if what young friend Zhong said is true? Does your sect really want to destroy the Dragon Breath Platform?"

The purple-robed cultivator froze for a moment. How could he lure the sect leader down without destroying the Dragon Breath Platform?

However, he couldn't admit it directly, so he avoided answering: "This junior has never attacked the Dragonman tribe. Senior, you must not be bewitched by the demon race..."

Zhong Ding said calmly, "If Fellow Daoist Fu is unwilling to speak frankly, then that is tantamount to admitting it."

“If Senior Feng is hesitant, there is no need to take action personally. I, Zhong, will have a duel with Fellow Daoist Fu, and we will then know which race is superior, the human race or the demon race.”

"Although the dragon people did originate from the human race, after hundreds of thousands of years of evolution, their appearance has long since changed from that of the human race, and instead resembles that of the demon race."

"The cultivation methods are even more aligned with those of the demon race, emphasizing the physical body."

"Our demon race is composed of countless races. When dragon people join the demon race, it is as natural as rivers flowing into the sea, without any barriers."

"Zhong's promise remains valid. As long as Senior Feng is willing to join forces with Zhong, my father will definitely help Senior Feng break free from the shackles, overcome the bottleneck, and extend his lifespan."

"The Yingshan tribe will no longer be trapped in this narrow Xuanli Realm, and will continue to decline."

The gaunt old man's face showed interest. Among the five Transformation Dragon Realm cultivators in the Xuanli Realm, he had the longest lifespan and the deepest cultivation, but he was also the closest to passing away.

If he hadn't had a fortuitous encounter in his early years and obtained a longevity-extending artifact, he would have already passed away three thousand years ago.

Over the long years, he secluded himself in the Wanyan Mountains to cultivate diligently, relying on the pure dragon energy seeping from the True Dragon Cave to raise his cultivation to the early stage of the Dragon Transformation Realm, but he could not make any further progress after that.

Disheartened, he left the Ten Thousand Flame Mountains and returned to his tribe to await his death, but unexpectedly, he was met by the demon race.

Because of Ao Huan, the dragon people of Xuanli Realm deeply hate the demon race.

The gaunt old man had a long lifespan and was most aware of this ancient secret, and he also had a natural aversion to the demon race.

But the gaunt old man was overjoyed at the arrival of these uninvited guests.

His cultivation path had come to an end, and he could not open the True Dragon Cave. However, the arrival of the demon race gave him a glimmer of hope to break the deadlock.

The gaunt old man knew of the existence of all the heavens and myriad worlds. Since there was no hope of advancing further in the Xuanli Realm, the only way to survive was to leave this realm.

He immediately took action, intending to capture these demons and find out how to leave the Xuanli Realm.

But unexpectedly, these demons, whose cultivation was equivalent to the Cloud Soaring Realm, were exceptionally difficult to deal with.

The elders of Yingtian were no match for these demons. The leader, the black-armored demon general, displayed strength comparable to a dragon transformation realm cultivator despite being a high-ranking demon general. Although he was in a sorry state, he still managed to stop the gaunt old man.

The gaunt old man was furious. Since transforming into a dragon, no cultivator in the Cloud Ascension Realm had been able to withstand a single blow from him and survive.

But as he continued to fight the Ink-Armored Demon General, the gaunt old man became increasingly alarmed.

Although he had the upper hand, he was unable to take his life.

The elders of Yingshan tribe were no match for those high-ranking demon generals, and soon found themselves in grave danger.

Their cultivation level was already lower than that of high-level demon generals, and their supernatural powers and magical treasures were also quite different.

It could only rely on its domineering dragon aura and powerful physical body to withstand the attack, but ultimately it couldn't last long.

The gaunt old man hesitated, wondering whether he should disregard everything, risk damage to his own essence, and forcefully kill the Ink-Armored Demon Commander to save Elder Yingshan.

But at that moment, the Ink-Armored Demon Commander took the initiative to sue for peace and ordered the other demon commanders to stop.

The gaunt old man breathed a sigh of relief. Although his cultivation was far superior to that of the Ink-Armored Demon General, the dragon energy in the Xuanli Realm was becoming increasingly thin. If he wanted to use the Dragon Transformation Realm divine power, he would have to consume his source, and his lifespan would also be reduced accordingly.

This is also why the five cultivators at the Dragon Transformation Realm have been in seclusion for many years and have never made a move easily.

The various tribes of the Dragonkin are constantly embroiled in internal strife, and the five major tribes also have deep-seated grudges and have never ceased their struggles.

However, cultivators at the Dragon Transformation Realm do not easily intervene in tribal conflicts, lest they waste their precious lifespan.

In ancient times, when the dragon energy in the Xuanli Realm was abundant, it would have been easy for the gaunt old man to take the life of the Ink-Armored Demon General, though not exactly effortless, at most it would have taken some effort.

Low-level cultivators can forget about fighting against high-level cultivators, unless the high-level cultivators are restricted, like the gaunt old man who is full of concerns and dares not unleash their full strength.

Or perhaps a high-level cultivator is seriously injured and greatly weakened, giving a low-level cultivator an opportunity to take advantage.

After the two sides stopped fighting, the Ink-Armored Demon General revealed his origins and intentions, and asked the gaunt old man for help.

The gaunt old man hesitated. Although he wanted to break free from the dragon energy's restrictions, improve his cultivation, and extend his lifespan, he was also worried about repeating the mistakes of the ancient cultivators in the Heavenly Realm.

The Ao Huan incident marked the beginning of the decline of the Xuanli Realm, and the Yingshan tribe was a witness to it.

The ancestral warnings were still fresh in his mind, and Zhong Ding even claimed to be the son of a demon saint, which made the gaunt old man even more worried.

He worried that the Heavenly Pillar Demon Saint would descend and turn ruthless in the future, threatening his own life and bringing annihilation to the entire Yingshan tribe.

However, without cooperating with Zhong Ding, the gaunt old man could only remain trapped in the Xuanli Realm, waiting for the day his lifespan would end, which was even more agonizing than dying on the spot.

The gaunt old man was caught in a dilemma and did not give an immediate answer, only saying that he needed to think about it for a few days.

Zhong Ding would not force him; as long as the gaunt old man did not immediately refuse, the matter was already half settled.

But the very next day, the Cang'er tribe sent a message for help, saying that a demon general was attacking. The Cang'er tribe and the Yingshan tribe had always been on good terms and had been making constant offerings to each other. Now that they were asking for help, the Yingshan tribe naturally could not ignore it and reported it to the Supreme Elder.

The gaunt old man, who had already intended to join forces, was enraged upon learning of this matter and immediately went to Zhong Ding to question him about it.

Zhong Ding remained calm and said he was unaware of the details and unable to make a decision. He accompanied the gaunt old man to the Cang'er tribe, where he found three high-ranking demon generals being besieged by Xuanji Sect cultivators.

The gaunt old man was shocked. Excluding the dragon people, no human cultivator had ever entered the Xuanli Realm, and even among the demon race, there was only one person, Ao Huan.

He hesitated and did not make a move. Elder Yingshan, naturally obeying the orders of the Supreme Elder, also watched the battle from the sidelines.

Zhong Ding, however, did not hesitate and led a group of high-ranking demon generals to attack, forcefully defeating the Xuanji Sect cultivators and rescuing the three high-ranking demon generals.

In terms of strength, the cultivators of the Xuanji Sect are no less powerful than the demon race.

However, the purple-robed cultivator in the lead was no match for Zhong Ding and was caught off guard, nearly dying. This led to the rapid defeat of the Xuanji Sect.

However, the purple-robed cultivator clearly knew a great deal about the Xuanli Realm, knew about Ao Huan's affairs, and had the Cang'er tribe, which had been completely slaughtered, as evidence. He persuaded the gaunt old man to join forces with his side.

Zhong Ding also advised the gaunt old man to join the demon race, and the two sides held their own opinions, resulting in a stalemate.

Now we just have to wait for the gaunt old man to make a decision. If he joins forces with the Xuanji Sect, the demon race will surely be defeated.

If he were to side with the demon race, all the cultivators of the Xuanji Sect would perish here.

The gaunt old man pondered for a long time before saying in a deep voice, "Dragon people and humans share the same origin, and young friend Zhong is the son of a demon saint. I cannot afford to offend either of them."

"Then please let the two young friends decide the winner themselves. I will join forces with the winner to help him enter the True Dragon Cave."

Upon hearing this, the purple-robed cultivator's expression immediately changed, while Zhong Ding nodded slightly: "In all the heavens and myriad realms, strength is paramount. I humbly request your guidance."

The purple-robed cultivator took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down. Ignoring Zhong Ding, he bowed to the gaunt old man and said, "Senior Feng, this person is incredibly powerful. I am no match for him. Does Senior mean you intend to side with the demon race?"

"The human cultivators who have entered the Xuanli Realm this time are not only from my Xuanji Sect, but also from the Wei Family, Chonghua Sect, and Taixuan Sect."

"The Chonghua Sect and the Wei family are similar to my Xuanji Sect, but the Taixuan Sect is a major sect in the Spirit Realm, and its leader, Master Fu, is a Mahayana cultivator who is renowned throughout the Spirit Realm."

"The Tai Xuan Sect is full of talented people, with many hidden talents. There are dozens of Nascent Soul cultivators who have entered the Xuanli Realm."

"Some of them are even stronger than the younger generation, and also stronger than this bell and cauldron."

“Our Xuanji Sect has always been on good terms with the Taixuan Sect. If Senior Feng allows this person to kill us today, the fellow Daoists of the Taixuan Sect will surely avenge us, and unspeakable things will happen in the Yingshan Division. We hope that Senior will reconsider.”

The gaunt old man's face darkened: "Young friend Fu, are you threatening me?"

The purple-robed cultivator said, "How dare I, a junior, do so? I simply do not wish to allow you, senior, to be misled by the demon race."

"You should know that my Spirit Realm has over a hundred Mahayana cultivators, whose power shakes all realms."

"And the Demon Burning Realm behind this person only has thirty-seven Great Saints, far from being a match for my Spirit Realm. It can only eke out a living and will eventually belong to my Spirit Realm."

"Senior, you must not abandon our fellow human race and turn to those evil demons!"

The gaunt old man's expression changed slightly: "Young friend Fu, is what you say true? Is there really a hundred Mahayana cultivators stationed in the Spirit Realm?"

The purple-robed cultivator's expression brightened: "This junior utters not a single falsehood!"

The gaunt old man hesitated again. Seeing this, Zhong Ding sneered, "How could I not know that there are a hundred Mahayana cultivators in the Spirit Realm?"

“My Demon Realm clearly boasts a hundred Demon Saints, while the Spirit Realm only has a dozen or so Mahayana cultivators and is on the verge of destruction.”

"You are about to die, yet you still struggle in your death throes; it's all in vain."

Upon hearing this, the demon general beside him couldn't help but show a strange glint in his eyes and lowered his head slightly.

The gaunt old man was taken aback and turned around: "Young friend Zhong, is what you say true?"

The purple-robed cultivator flew into a rage: "Nonsense! Senior Feng, what I said is true, and I swear to the Heavenly Demon!"

The gaunt old man frowned, while Zhong Ding said calmly, "I, Zhong, am also willing to swear to the Heavenly Demon that one only needs to undergo the Heavenly Demon Tribulation to ascend to the Immortal Realm. What is there to fear about something so far away?"

The purple-robed cultivator was taken aback, then sneered: "I forgot that you are a demon, and you are not afraid of being disturbed by the Heavenly Demon when you cultivate. No wonder you dare to swear an oath to the Heavenly Demon."

"Senior Feng, please don't believe this person's nonsense."

The gaunt old man frowned, stroking his beard as he said, "I truly cannot discern the truth from what my two young friends have said..."

A hint of joy flashed in the purple-robed cultivator's eyes: "The Xuanli Realm is not that vast. We should not be too far from our fellow Daoists of the Taixuan Sect."

"I implore you, senior, to take action and slay this demon. I will then lead you to meet the fellow Daoists of the Tai Xuan Sect, and then we will know the truth."

Zhong Ding's eyes flashed, and he said leisurely, "Just as Senior Feng said, Zhong and this Fellow Daoist Fu each have their own version of events, and it is difficult to distinguish the truth from the falsehood, so why bother to distinguish the truth from the falsehood?"

"What exactly is the situation in the Demon Realm and the Spirit Realm? Whether that Tai Xuan Sect is real or not, these are all just our side of the story."

"But the difference in strength cannot be faked."

"Senior, are you really going to join forces with the human race just because of this person's words and that elusive Mahayana cultivator?"

The gaunt old man narrowed his eyes and finally made a decision: "Young friend Zhong is right. I would like to ask the two of you to decide for yourselves. I will not interfere."

The Tai Xuan Sect and the Spirit Realm mentioned by the purple-robed cultivator were too far away, so he still believed what he saw.

The strength Zhong Ding displayed was worth the gamble.

Upon hearing this, the expression of the dragon-man from the Cang'er tribe beside him changed drastically: "Senior Feng..."

The gaunt old man glanced at him and said indifferently, "I have made up my mind, young friend Wu, there is no need to say more."

The dragon-man from the Cang'er tribe wanted to persuade him again, but when he met the slightly cloudy golden dragon eyes of the gaunt old man, a chill inexplicably rose from the bottom of his heart, and he couldn't open his mouth.

The gaunt old man stepped back, followed closely by the elder of the Yingtian tribe. The dragon-man from the Cang'er tribe paused for a moment, then dejectedly followed.

Zhong Ding smiled slightly, clasped his hands in a fist and bowed to the purple-robed cultivator, his dark armor rustling as he said, "Fellow Daoist Fu, please enlighten me."

A vast and heavy pressure slowly emanated from him, making his already imposing body appear even more majestic.

The demon general behind him gained a surge of power, staring at the other Xuanji Sect cultivators behind the purple-robed cultivator, his expression turning ferocious.

The purple-robed cultivator's face was ashen, his eyes shifting unpredictably, and the other Xuanji Sect cultivators also looked extremely grim.

They had already fought against the demon race, so those demon generals were nothing to them.

Although Xuanji Sect cannot be considered a major sect in the Spirit Realm, it does have a Nascent Soul cultivator in charge, making it a mid-level sect on the Fatian Pavilion's list.

Sending a dozen or so Nascent Soul cultivators into the Xuanli Realm would be an easy task.

With the advantage of their spiritual treasure array, these Xuanji Sect cultivators are even a step ahead of the Demon General.

However, the strength of the black-armored demon general in front of them far surpasses that of the purple-robed cultivator, so even if the others have the upper hand, it is useless.

In the eyes of the Xuanji Sect cultivators, only the top true disciples of each peak of the Tai Xuan Sect, who have the opportunity to compete for the Dao Seed disciple position, can possibly contend with the Ink-Armored Demon General.

The purple-robed cultivator stared intently at the bell and cauldron, slowly calming down. He took a deep look at the gaunt old man, as if trying to etch his face into his heart forever.

At the same time, the purple-robed cultivator secretly transmitted his voice to the Xuanji Sect cultivators: "If I am not mistaken, this person most likely possesses the bloodline of the True Spirit. I will surely die today, but my fellow disciples cannot die here."

"I will stop this man later, and you two can separate and escape."

"If I survive, I will tell the three fellow Daoists Han Xuan, Jiang Wangchen, and Lin Yuanzi everything that happened today, and ask the Tai Xuan Sect to avenge my Xuanji Sect."

Everyone's expression changed, and a Xuanji Sect cultivator transmitted his voice: "Senior Brother, you mustn't..."

Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by the purple-robed cultivator's telepathic message: "Stop talking and leave!"

Everyone was taken aback. A young cultivator pursed his lips, bowed deeply to the purple-robed cultivator, and then turned and flew away into the distance.

Finally, the crowd stopped hesitating, bowed to the purple-robed cultivator, glared fiercely at Zhong Ding, and some even looked resentfully at the gaunt old man before scattering and fleeing.

This area had long been sealed off, so they could not use teleportation techniques and could only try their best to increase their escape speed.

Only the purple-robed cultivator remained in place, flipping his hand to take out seven round beads, which he hung above his head in the shape of the Big Dipper, shining brightly like stars.

"Fu Zhenyang of the Xuanji Sect, please enlighten me!"

Zhong Ding frowned as he saw the Xuanji Sect cultivators scattering and fleeing.

The other demon generals had already drawn their divine weapons and were chasing after the fleeing Xuanji Sect cultivators.

The purple-robed cultivator ignored him and kept his eyes fixed on the bell and cauldron.

Even if the Xuanji Sect cultivators are stopped by those demon generals, they still have a chance to escape.

He had to stop Zhong Ding; if Zhong Ding joined the pursuit, the Xuanji Sect would surely be wiped out.

Zhong Ding was in no hurry to make a move. He turned to look at the gaunt old man and asked, "Senior Feng, are you perhaps going to sit idly by and watch these human cultivators escape?"

The gaunt old man sighed softly, "I hope what you say is true, young friend..."

After saying that, his figure disappeared silently from the spot, traversing a distance of several thousand feet, and appeared in front of a Xuanji Sect cultivator.

His withered, thin right hand suddenly swelled up, transforming into a ferocious gray dragon claw that ghost-like plunged into the Xuanji Sect cultivator's dantian, then withdrew.
A three-inch-long primordial spirit was grasped in the palm of the gaunt old man, and with a gentle squeeze, it turned into ashes with a faint scream.

Dragon people are not good at flying, but the gaunt old man's greatest skill is spatial magic.

The gaunt old man flashed and appeared behind another Xuanji Sect cultivator, crushing his primordial spirit in the same way.

The Xuanji Sect cultivator took out an iron plaque and held it in front of him, but it still couldn't stop the gaunt old man's dusty dragon claw.

This dragon claw is even sharper than a sword cultivator's flying sword, and to break through the semi-illusory barrier of a Nascent Soul cultivator's dantian and seize their primordial spirit requires an extremely profound mastery of spatial power.

The purple-robed cultivator's pupils constricted: "Old thief! Fellow Daoists of the Tai Xuan Sect will surely avenge us!"

Zhong Ding said calmly, "Rest assured, Your Excellency, if the fellow Daoists of the Tai Xuan Sect you speak of truly exist, I will personally send them to the Netherworld to accompany you."

He raised his right hand and slowly drew a heavy hammer from the void.

This heavy hammer is entirely black, about ten feet long, with an exceptionally thick shaft and a rough, wave-like pattern covering its surface. It looks as if it was only half-forged and exudes a sense of ancient desolation.

Holding the bell and tripod in one's hand is like holding an underwater volcano.

Behind him, the faint sound of waves could be heard, and a phantom slowly emerged, like a giant tortoise with its head raised and roaring, coiled with a strange long tail, but it was indistinct and extremely blurry.

Zhong Ding slowly raised the heavy hammer in his hand, pointing it at the purple-robed cultivator. Suddenly, dark seawater surged up behind him, dispersing the dragon energy that filled the world and covering the sky.

By this time, three Xuanji Sect cultivators had already died at the hands of the gaunt old man, and the purple-robed cultivator could no longer tolerate it.

He raised his hand and made a hand seal. Seven round beads on his head shone brightly and flew out together like shooting stars, heading towards the gaunt old man.

Zhong Ding said calmly, "Your opponent is me."

As soon as he finished speaking, he moved and rushed towards the purple-robed cultivator.

Behind him, the vast sea surged down, carrying boundless power, rushing towards the purple-robed cultivator! (End of Chapter)