This is not how immortals cultivate

Chapter 490: With just one strike, Brother Yuan's status in the Qianyuan Realm was revealed.

Yazhou.

Yuxiao Mountain Range.

Among the continuous mountain ranges, the main peak, Tayun Mountain, is hidden above the sea of ​​clouds all year round. The mountain is like a piece of green jade. When the sun rises, purple clouds come from the east. From a distance, it looks like a giant sword drawn from its sheath, pointing straight to the sky.

Clouds surged and rolled on the mountainside, forming a natural Tai Chi pattern, which is the location of the 'Qingyun Sect,' a top-tier power in the Southern Jin Dynasty.

The 3,600-step "Heart-Pounding Steps" lead straight into the sea of ​​clouds.

At the mountain gate, two black tortoise stone statues stand carrying a stele with the inscription "The Way Transmits True Martial Arts" and other words. They have withstood a thousand years of wind and rain and still exude a chilling sword aura.

On the steps leading to the heart, two figures in black ascended.

Xiang Yuan and Ziyang Daoren.

Chan'er didn't come. She wanted to be close to her husband and stick together wherever they went. Xiang Yuan left her at the Overlord's Mansion because there was no one to look after the house.

Xiang Yuan came to Qingyun Sect to expose frauds, and he brought with him a demoness whose temperament was completely out of place with Qingyun Sect. Those who knew him knew that the True Martial Emperor was not afraid of hardship and personally suppressed the demoness. Those who did not know him would think that the True Martial Emperor was infatuated with the demoness's beauty!
Even a great Confucian scholar would find it difficult to debate the classics!

The truth couldn't be told, or Chan'er would be unhappy. Besides, Xiang Yuan really liked the demoness, so he found a reason for Chan'er to stay and guard the house.

Xiang Yuan: Chan'er, look at that Jiang Yingjun. She smells so good all over. Taking advantage of the First Wife's absence, she dared to have some fun without even reporting it, and she even dared to form a group. The backyard of the Overlord's Mansion cannot tolerate such evil deeds. Your husband turns a blind eye, Chan'er, you should teach her a lesson.

Xiang Yuan didn't explicitly say who the first wife was, but given the context, Chan'er immediately understood that he was referring to herself.

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Along the way, Ziyang was very open and honest, answering whatever Xiang Yuan asked, revealing all of Qingyun Sect's secrets.

What ill intentions could the patriarch have? Asking these questions was simply out of concern for how his disciples were doing and whether they had suffered any injustices.

Even if someone has malicious intentions, the entire Qingyun Sect belongs to the founder, and the founder can do whatever he wants with it.

"Grandmaster, look! Halfway up Mount Tayun, the sea of ​​clouds swirls with the yin and yang symbol, forming the 'Xuanwu Formation,' the mountain-protecting formation of the Qingyun Sect. It can represent the seven northern constellations and transform into the form of the Xuanwu, offering both offense and defense..."

"The Scripture Cave is renowned throughout the world. A scripture pavilion is carved into the cliff face, and ten thousand volumes of Daoist scriptures hang on iron chains. Every new moon night, the scriptures move without wind, and the principles of the teachings arise spontaneously..."

"Of course there is a forbidden area. It's located at the Hanging Sword Cliff on the back mountain. There's a Valley of Mirror Flowers there, shrouded in thick fog all year round. During the day, it reflects the inverted shadow of Stepping Cloud Mountain. At night, when the fog dissipates, the Demon Abyss leads straight to the Netherworld, where demonic energy churns all night long..."

"In the forbidden area behind the mountain stands a broken stele, inscribed with 'Only Xuanwu can suppress the universe.' Each generation of sect leaders must seclude themselves here for ten years, suppressing the Demon Abyss together with the broken stele, and tempering their hearts to slay demons and eliminate evil."

This is purely firsthand information. Just focus on eliminating demons; as for slaying monsters, the demon race is just a scapegoat.

Xiang Yuan listened and nodded, stepping on the 'Heart-Knocking Steps' stone steps, ignoring the array's test, and walked as if on flat ground, easily arriving at the entrance to the sea of ​​clouds where the mountain gate was located.

The mountain gate, shrouded in an ethereal mist, fits the stereotypical image of a prestigious sect. Judging by its appearance alone, even a coward like myself wouldn't be worthy of carrying its shoes.

Before the gate, a group of Qingyun Sect cultivators dressed in black Taoist robes had been waiting for a long time. The Nascent Soul stage cultivators stood like lackeys, the Profound Realm Grandmasters lowered their heads and looked meek, and the leader, the Integration stage cultivator, had a face as thin as an ancient pine tree. He held a white jade whisk in his hand, and the jade pendant at his waist was engraved with the words 'Demon Slayer'. He had an otherworldly temperament and was quite extraordinary.

This cultivator who has returned to simplicity and nature is the senior brother of Daoist Ziyang, the current head of the Qingyun Sect, and the Qingyang Sect Master.

Upon seeing Xiang Yuan arrive, the cultivators of Qingyun Sect stood even more upright, their faces showing either excitement or confusion, but none dared to utter a word.

The Qingyang Sect Leader stepped forward, bowed deeply, and was extremely polite and humble, almost touching his forehead to the ground.

"This humble Daoist Qingyang greets Your Highness."

"Greetings, Your Highness."
It's clear that everyone in the Qingyun Sect is a devotee of the True Martial Emperor. Upon seeing their patriarch, they're all eager to lick his ashes. However, because it's hard to tell the real from the fake, and they're afraid of making a mistake, they hesitate and don't dare to lick too vigorously.

Take the Qingyang Sect Leader in front of him, for example. He really wants to flatter him, but he's also afraid of making the wrong choice.

It's alright, the fan culture is acceptable!
Xiang Yuan nodded secretly, raised his hand and waved his sleeve, and a wisp of breeze lifted up the Qingyang Sect Leader.

He didn't waste any words. Knowing that the entire Qingyun Sect was in an awkward situation, and that it was difficult for ordinary people to distinguish between the real and fake founders, he told the Qingyang Sect Leader not to say anything more and to go directly to see the fake. Once the two sides had gone through a meeting, it would be clear who was real and who was fake.

Upon hearing this, the Qingyang Sect Leader felt a sense of relief and led the way, heading straight for the forbidden area in the back mountain.

"Huh, why is it a forbidden area in the back mountain?"

A series of question marks flashed across Xiang Yuan's forehead. He quickly realized what was going on and said speechlessly, "Before we could even distinguish between the real and the fake, you let this madman impersonating the Great Emperor into the forbidden area, where demonic energy churns year-round... Is it really okay to throw a rat into a rice jar?"

The Qingyang Sect Leader chuckled sheepishly. He knew this was wrong, but what if the fake was actually the real thing? Disobeying the patriarch was a crime no one could bear.

Seeing his embarrassment and helplessness, Xiang Yuan shrugged and said nothing more.

As I passed by the Zhenwu Hall, I peeked inside and wondered if I should go in and offer a prayer, and light three cigarettes as a token of my respect.

I didn't mean anything by it, I just thought it was interesting.

After thinking about it, I decided to postpone the worship for now and finish the storyline of the true and false Zhenwu Emperor. It won't be too late to worship him after I've proven my identity.

The patriarch himself was worshipping himself; the expressions of the Qingyun Sect members must have been quite varied!

I'm actually a little excited about it.

The Qingyang Sect Leader moved with great speed, and his disciples, all of whom were Tongyou Grandmasters, quickly invited Xiang Yuan into the forbidden area behind the mountain.

Hanging Sword Cliff.

The sheer cliff face appears as if cleaved by a divine sword. The dark blue rock is covered with countless ancient swords, their guards and tassels long since weathered away, leaving only the blades deeply embedded in the rock. It's as if a single gesture could unleash a powerful attack where ten thousand swords converge.

It was daytime, and the thick fog at the bottom of the cliff in Mirror Flower Valley was as smooth as a mirror, reflecting the entire Tayun Mountain.

Mountains represent the sun, while fog represents the shadows.

Within the illusory image of the inverted mountain, the outline of the Qingyun Sect's buildings could be vaguely seen, but with a twisted and eerie quality. Bricks and tiles transformed into scales, eaves and upturned corners became sharp claws, and even the Great Emperor statue sitting in the Zhenwu Hall appeared strangely shrouded in demonic energy in the mirror.

The claim that there is a demonic abyss beneath the mist is not unfounded. The Qingyun Sect chose this location to build its headquarters, most likely to suppress the demonic abyss.

The Hanging Sword Cliff is completely bare, devoid of trees and shade. A half-cut black stone tablet stands on the cliff edge, and further away, there are several thatched huts and bamboo houses, where the sect leader or the Tongyou Grandmaster can hone their sword intent.

At the very front of the cliff, a figure dressed in black stood with his hands behind his back.

A black Taoist robe fluttered without wind, the hem of which was embroidered with the stars of the heavens. When it moved with the wind, it seemed as if the light of the stars was falling from the sky. Just by looking at his back, one could feel the transcendent aura of a grandmaster.

Xiang Yuan pondered that this figure was much more reliable than him. When they stood together, setting aside preconceived notions, the other person looked more like the True Martial Emperor.

Xiang Yuan is very self-aware. At heart, he is an unruly, free-spirited, and undisciplined person. Letting him show off is fine, but letting him stand high above others and display his authority every day is not only problematic, but very problematic.

This was something his black-silk secretary, Bai Ze, had repeatedly complained about when he was the True Martial Emperor in the Celestial Realm.

If they don't do any work, fine, but they don't even do the work of a secretary. What's the point of having a secretary on the desk?
Furthermore, the two versions of the True Martial Emperor in the game before us can be described as either fake or genuine.

Xiang Yuan had seen and eaten his food, and had even personally killed a True Martial Emperor. He had also wiped out thirty-six divine generals, including the Turtle and Snake Generals. He knew very well that there were as many makeshift troupes as there were True Martial Emperors in the Three Thousand Worlds.

There are two reincarnations of the Heavenly Emperor in the Qianyuan Realm, each with their own set of personnel, thus there are two candidates for the True Martial Emperor.

If placed in the myriad realms, where the Heavenly Court has not yet been unified, all the True Martial Emperors are fake; but if placed in the three independent Heavenly Courts, all the True Martial Emperors are genuine.

Looking at the Qianyuan Realm as it is now, both candidates for True Martial Emperor are indeed real.

However, Xiang Yuan still dared to say that the other side was a fake, and the reason was very simple: when he went to other worlds outside the Heavenly God Realm, wherever the Heavenly Court of the Upper Realm existed, he could see the shadow of the True Martial Emperor in him.

Of all the counterfeit goods, his is the most authentic.

The exact reason is unknown, but it may be due to the Heavenly Emperor's Dao Seed. This object solidified Xiang Yuan's divine position, so even if he left the Heavenly God Realm and lost his divine power, he would still have the destiny of the True Martial Emperor.

With this destiny bestowed upon him, he can become the True Martial Emperor wherever he goes. Moreover, the True Martial Emperor's magical artifacts, when unattended, will kneel down upon seeing him, daring not to harm him in the slightest.

To put it in simpler terms, even if all the True Martial Emperors were real, Xiang Yuan could still confidently and loudly declare, "I, the True Martial Emperor, am male, and you are all female."

That's roughly the idea.

On the cliff of suspended swords, the Qingyang Sect Leader and his group stood obediently to the side, each one of them looking docile and bewildered, not daring to breathe loudly.

Because of their preconceived notions, they were more willing to believe that Xiang Yuan was the true patriarch, with Zi Yang Dao Ren being the most prominent. They insisted on this, which narrowed their path, or rather, broadened it.

However, Fang Jibai's methods of displaying his divine power in public were also very convincing, easily seizing the imperial token passed down from the Qingyun Sect.

Since that's the case, their disciples and grand-disciples will stop guessing and let the two patriarchs talk it out themselves. Whoever wins will be the true patriarch.

It's not about the winner-takes-all mentality, but rather that the disciples and followers are all brainwashed fans who firmly believe that counterfeit goods are no match for the true master and that the master could never lose.

Fang Jibai stood with his hands behind his back for a moment, remaining as still as an abyss. Only after he had fully displayed his dignified demeanor did he slowly turn around and look at Xiang Yuan.

His face was as sculpted as ancient jade, with three long wisps of beard and a vermilion vertical mark between his brows that seemed half-closed, with faint purple lightning crackling within. Most captivating were his eyes, which shimmered with purple light as they opened and closed, and wherever his gaze fell, the mountain clouds spontaneously transformed into yin-yang and eight trigrams.

Not only did he conquer several of the Qingyun Sect's imperial tokens, but he also subdued the Xuanwu Formation that protected the mountain, turning the entire Qingyun Sect into his own domain before Xiang Yuan even arrived.

"You came."

Fang Jibai spoke calmly.

If we follow the proper procedure, Xiang Yuan should answer "I'm here" at this point, and then the conversation, consisting of just a few words per line, could easily go on for ten pages.

Xiang Yuan didn't want to go through this process. What was the point of him, a genuine product, engaging in mutual flattery with a fake product? First, he would elevate the other party's status, shouting that they were too strong and terrifying, and then slap them to the ground to make himself seem even more awesome.

There's no need for that, since it's a fake.

"I'm in a hurry. After dealing with you, you fake, I need to go home for dinner. Let's hurry up. I'll punch you once, and you'll be lying on the ground. What do you think?" Xiang Yuan suggested.

When he was in the Tongyou stage, he could easily defeat ordinary Nascent Soul stage cultivators. Apart from his own Uncle Wangji, he really didn't take other Nascent Soul stage cultivators seriously.

Now that the fusion has been completed and the seventh blood and marrow cleansing has begun, coupled with the expansion of the small world through dual cultivation, the reserves of the laws of heaven and earth have been strengthened by the hard work of Bai Wuyan and Su Ran Sword Venerable...

With continuous version updates, Xiang Yuan dares to fight even the mastermind Zhang Tianyang, let alone cultivators at the Integration Stage. If he can't win, he'll call for backup, summoning two powerful women to fight for him!

He's so capable, yet he's living off a woman; it's time for him to speak up.

Not only does he speak loudly, he also dares to plant flags, and he plants several at a time.

Will win!
This is sure!

There is nothing to be afraid of anymore!
After this fight, I'll go home and take a bath!

Upon hearing Xiang Yuan's words, Fang Jibai frowned sharply: "With your unkempt appearance and behavior, how can you presume to impersonate the True Martial Emperor?"

"Judging by actions, not intentions, no one is perfect. If I were a flawless saint, who would dare to swear an oath to never coexist with evil?"

Xiang Yuan shook his head slightly, offering a series of reasons: "You should understand this principle, or are you arguing for the sake of arguing, resorting to sophistry?"

"That's not right. If we're judging by actions rather than intentions, then what you just said is highly questionable in terms of actions."

"Look, you're just making excuses again."

"..."

Not enough words to speculate!
Fang Jibai said no more. His three long wisps of beard moved without wind, and with a flick of his wide sleeves, he flicked his finger in the air towards the Zhenwu Hall.

Zheng——

The sword's cry soared into the sky, initially like the clear cry of a fledgling phoenix, but instantly transforming into the roar of a dragon and the howl of a tiger. The entire Cloud-Stepping Mountain trembled violently, and on the precipice of Hanging Sword Cliff, all the swords rang out in unison, like subjects bowing to their king, seemingly about to collapse.

A dazzling stream of light pierced through the clouds, leaving behind lingering, glass-like cracks in the void.

Once the divine light settled, Fang Jibai found himself holding an ancient sword that was neither gold nor jade.

The sword is three feet and six inches long, which corresponds to the number of the heavens. The Big Dipper is engraved on the spine of the sword. Even without moving the blade, the fierce sword aura naturally forms the imposing posture of the Xuanwu swallowing the sky.

The True Martial Demon-Slaying Sword, the most treasured weapon of the Qingyun Sect!
The Qingyun Sect has a profound heritage, possessing many items used by the True Martial Emperor. For example, this Demon-Slaying Sword, although not the True Martial Emperor's most treasured Northern Black Chigun Horn Demon-Slaying Sword, is still one of his personal swords.

Many imperial items have been passed down. Other treasures, out of respect for the Qingyun Sect's tradition of transmitting true martial arts, are occasionally allowed to be borrowed by Tongyou stage grandmasters. However, this Zhenwu Demon-Slaying Sword, though called the sect's treasure, is actually a lucky charm. No sect leader in successive generations has been allowed to touch it.

Seeing Fang Jibai wield the sword with ease, the Qingyun Sect members watching nearby had clearer eyes than the next, except for Ziyang Daoist, who was unconvinced and firmly believed that the sect's treasure had been misled.

Fang Jibai held his sword in his hand, his eyes flashing with purple lightning. Without wasting words with Xiang Yuan, he transformed the True Martial Demon-Slaying Sword into a cold light that cleaved the heavens and earth, heading straight for Xiang Yuan's brow.

A sword was handed out.

The sky darkened, and the sea of ​​clouds churned.

The sea of ​​clouds surged like boiling water, and the clear sky was instantly dyed black by the sword intent. The Xuanwu Mountain-Protecting Formation, under the command of the Zhenwu Demon-Subduing Sword, actively cooperated and condensed into a tortoise-snake Xuanwu Demon-Subduing Formation spanning hundreds of miles.

Boom! !

The head of Xuanwu was as majestic as a mountain, its snake tail disappeared into the depths of the sea of ​​clouds, and when its four legs stepped down, continuous thunderstorms exploded between heaven and earth, distorting space and shattering it inch by inch.

There is no clear concept of the three upper realms in the Qianyuan Realm. To be more specific, cultivators in this realm cannot undergo tribulation, and their realm is locked, with the upper limit being the peak of the half-step Integration Stage.

This sword strike could clearly shatter space, demonstrating that its power had exceeded the limits that the Qianyuan Realm could withstand.

"Little Doyle!"

Xiang Yuan faced the illusory image of the tortoise and snake, pointed to the sky, and unleashed the power of his small world. In an instant, the world changed, sweeping away the powerful tortoise and snake image. With a grander concept and the power of a near-realistic world, he forcefully suppressed the Xuanwu Grand Array.

With just one strike, Yuan Ge's status in the Qianyuan Realm was demonstrated.

He calls himself the True Martial Emperor, and the Xuanwu Formation is convinced of his power!

Beside him, Master Ziyang slightly raised his head and pointed his snorting bull nose at his fellow disciples.

See that? This is what the True Martial Emperor is all about. The prince is the true patriarch!
Normally, these Tongyou Grandmasters would have fought Ziyang for three days and three nights, even if it meant drowning him. But not today. The matter is of utmost importance; they have to endure it, no matter how hard they try. After all…

If Xiang Yuan is indeed the true founder, then we still need to hope that Zi Yang will play the loyalty card in front of the founder!
With a single finger, Xiang Yuan shattered the True Martial Demon-Slaying Sword and the Xuanwu Grand Array. With another finger, he unleashed a sword that condensed into a beam, its terrifying power piercing down and striking Fang Jibai's brow.

The Realm of Dao and Sword.

The Law of the Small World.

While easily defeating weaker opponents, Xiang Yuan enjoyed the pleasure of being a Sword Master Su Ran. As expected of a renowned veteran fairy in the martial arts world, her reasoning was truly profound.

An ordinary sword finger strike came, but Fang Jibai immediately felt as if he were facing a formidable enemy. He was shocked to find that the intelligence was wrong and that Xiang Yuan's strength far surpassed his own.

How could this be?

Who collected this intelligence? Isn't this just harming people?
At the critical moment, Fang Jibai's brow furrow suddenly opened.

His eyes held boundless thunder, stirring up endless purple lightning that surged in the sea of ​​clouds. Three purple lightning pillars, piercing the heavens, exploded between heaven and earth, projecting three illusory images of divine eyes high in the sky.

The left pupil reflects the ephemeral galaxy, with billions of stars in the eye arising and passing away in rotation. The trajectory of each falling meteor transforms into tangible sword intent.
The yin and yang energies rise and fall in the right eye, and the black and white lines intertwine to burst forth like clouds and rain. A long black river, carrying a strong wind, flows down and becomes boundless in an instant.
The central divine eye is the most terrifying, formed from pure purple divine lightning, containing the phantom images of thirty-six divine generals, with lightning intertwined and demon-slaying celestial seals.

With all three eyes open, Fang Jibai's aura surged to its peak. He broke free from the small world and leaped out, stirring up the winds and clouds while tearing black crevices through the thick fog of Mirror Flower Valley.

"what?!"

Xiang Yuan let out a soft exclamation, not expecting Fang Jibai to be able to break through his small world's blockade. Looking closely, the sight of three divine eyes suspended in the air was remarkably similar to the appearance of the Heavenly Sect's grand formation.

If I'm not mistaken, Fang Jibai's three divine eyes have a serious problem. They are not supernatural abilities he cultivated himself, but rather bestowed upon him by the mastermind Zhang Tianyang.

If one were to be even bolder, there would be problems with the cultivation level of the Integration Stage; forcibly raising it would not be something that can be achieved through cultivation.

Come to think of it, the Qianyuan Realm only has a few Nascent Soul stage cultivators. As a top-tier power in the world, it would be remarkable if each family had even one Nascent Soul stage cultivator. There's no reason why the Yuyang Sect could just casually throw one out.

"They're all reincarnations of the Heavenly Emperor, so how come some of these lazy bums are so rotten..."

Xiang Yuan habitually complained about the broken sampan, "The small world transforms into a sword, man and sword become one, a streak of light cuts through the sky, heading straight for the three divine eyes that shoot straight into the sky."

Starlight fell, ten thousand swords were unleashed, but were cleaved in two by the sword of heaven and earth.

The boundless Black River transformed into a sea, each drop of which weighed a thousand pounds, and was cleaved in two by the sword of heaven and earth.

Thirty-six divine generals stepped forward, manifesting thirty-six golden palaces, and the phantom of the True Martial Emperor condensed, only to be cleaved in two by the sword of heaven and earth...

The power of one realm, a single sword can shatter all laws.

When power reaches its peak, there is no need to be bound by techniques or care about the form of expression; anything that blocks the way can be cleaved in two with a single sword strike.

Boom!

The heavens and earth trembled, and the entire Tayun Mountain shook with them.

Fang Jibai coughed up blood, and the Zhenwu Demon-Slaying Sword in his palm seemed to question him, as if the divine object had a spirit and doubted that he had mistaken the person for someone else.

Fang Jibai had no time to appease the True Martial Demon-Slaying Sword. Seeing Xiang Yuan stride into the air, though he had no imposing aura and was full of flaws, a chill rose in his heart, and he had no intention of confronting him head-on.

The intelligence was seriously flawed; we simply couldn't win.

Just as Fang Jibai was feeling utterly hopeless, the purple light hidden between his brows was exhausted, and the demonic energy beneath was no longer suppressed. Black light surged out, enveloping his entire body into a black sphere, and he plunged into the Demon Abyss below Mirror Flower Valley with lightning speed.

The world is silent!
A moment later, a loud buzzing sound erupted, and boundless demonic light shot into the sky, startling the Qingyun Sect members so much that their expressions changed drastically.

Good news: We've found the real founder!
Bad news: The fake one is going to destroy the entire Qingyun Sect.
A sliver of white light burst forth, unwilling to associate with the demonic energy, slicing through the air with streaks of darkness, heading straight towards the distant location.

True Martial Demon-Slaying Sword!
It was all a misunderstanding. It has always been loyal to the Emperor.

"Go to hell!"

Xiang Yuan kicked Zhenwu Dangmojian, who had come to seek refuge, away. After practicing his skills, he realized that the other party was useless, and only then did he realize how good he was. Why didn't he do this earlier?

Bah, you trash sword!

The scum sword was kicked away and circled around Xiang Yuan with a pitiful look, trying to get Xiang Yuan to give it another chance by acting cute.

Xiang Yuan ignored him and looked down at the Demon Abyss below. It was roughly the humanoid creature of Fang Jibai, which was absorbing boundless demonic energy with the force of a whale, and its body was expanding and growing to a size of a hundred feet.

"Tsk, you seniors, you should have killed them, but instead you sealed the demon away for your descendants to gain prestige. You didn't consider whether your descendants could handle it..."

In the past, the Qianyuan Realm had a Heavenly Court, and the mortal world was not lacking in true immortals waiting for 007. Now, in the Qianyuan Realm, even those at the Integration Stage are endangered species. Can they subdue demons?
Xiang Yuan shook his head repeatedly and said to Fang Jibai below, "It's a pity you followed the wrong leader and were used as cannon fodder by the other side."

Beneath the lightning in Fang Jibai's divine eyes lies demonic energy. If you can defeat him, he will become the True Martial Emperor; if you cannot, you will instantly become a demon and merge with the Demon Abyss.

Zhang Tianyang didn't treat his own people as human beings; his methods were ruthless and merciless, which perfectly matched Xiang Yuan's stereotype of the Heavenly Emperor.

"This move is a test, calculated in anticipation of a significant increase in strength..."

Xiang Yuan murmured, a slight smile playing on his lips: "Fine, I'll show you clearly today."

A flash of white light appeared in his eyes, and he took a step forward, his Lone Star Chasing the Moon shooting straight into the Demon Abyss.

In an instant, boundless demonic energy surged, like a bucket of cold water being poured into hot oil, causing the entire Demon Abyss to explode completely.

The Ta Yun Mountain trembled repeatedly, and the rhythm of the tremors suggested that some towering giant was walking.

In their panic, the Qingyun Sect members looked over and saw a huge, blurry figure deep within the dense demonic mist. A colossal hand, capable of blotting out the sky, grasped Fang Jibai, who was a hundred feet tall...

(End of this chapter)