Honghuang: Eat a Hunyuan Daluo

After Bai Jing obtained the Nine Revolutions Yuan Gong from Taiqing Laozi, he realized that this technique was the key to his own Nine Revolutions Xuan Gong.

The intuition of the Chaos Spiritual Root is quite accurate.

Therefore, when Taiqing Laozi asked Bai Jing to restrain his disciples, Bai Jing readily agreed.

To put it bluntly, they didn't want Xiqi to fall so quickly, so they could have time to break through.

Once Bai Jing completes the Nine Revolutions of the Profound Art, and with the addition of the Four Extremes Venerable, he alone can rival the Heavenly Dao Hongjun. With the addition of Houtu and Nuwa, he can completely erase the will of the Heavenly Dao.

"I just hope Xiqi doesn't fall so quickly!" After saying that, Bai Jing ignored the surging tribulation energy, slowly closed his eyes, and continued to break through.

Let's return our attention to Jiepai Pass.

Huang Feihu had already led his army into a fierce battle with the army of Xiqi.

Meanwhile, high above, disciples of the Chan Sect and the Western Sect were confronting disciples of the Jie Sect.

Maitreya wore a golden gong on his head and held a human seed bag in his hand, in case Wuyunxian suddenly made a move.

Among the cultivators present, only he and Wuyun Xian were quasi-saints. After Randeng broke through to quasi-saint, he returned to Yuxu Palace. The quasi-saints of the Chan Sect did not dare to step down at this time, because if the quasi-saints of the Chan Sect stepped down, the second-generation disciples of the Holy Lotus Sect would also step down.

It should be noted that although there are only seven second-generation disciples of the Holy Lotus Sect, each of them possesses remarkable cultivation.

The eldest disciple, Kong Xuan, and the fourth disciple, Yun Xiao, were both at the peak of the Hunyuan Golden Immortal realm and had a record of directly confronting a sage.

The second disciple, Yu Ding, and the third disciple, Gui Ling, are both late-stage Hunyuan Golden Immortals. In terms of cultivation, no one in the Western Sect or the Chan Sect can rival them.

The relatively weaker ones are the fifth disciple Qiongxiao and the sixth disciple Bixiao. Even so, their cultivation levels are as follows: one is a mid-stage Hunyuan Golden Immortal, and the other is a mid-stage Quasi-Saint. One has a top-grade innate spiritual treasure protecting him, and the other possesses an innate rare treasure. They are not afraid of facing a late-stage Quasi-Saint cultivator at all.

Not to mention that Bai Jing also has a sage of humanity, Shennong, under his tutelage.

Aside from these second-generation direct disciples, the Holy Lotus Sect also has three powerful figures: the Vice Sect Leader Xuan Gui, Elder Chang Xi, and the White Lotus Saintess You Qin Yueyue. All three are at the peak of Quasi-Saint level, the strongest beings below the Saint level.

Faced with such a formidable lineup, even if a quasi-saint of the Chan Sect were to attempt something, the Western Sect would step in to stop him.

"Wuyun Immortal, you disciples of the Jie Sect are ignorant of the will of Heaven and have hindered the great cause of the Investiture of the Gods. Today is the day you pay the price. Your Highness, please make your move!" As soon as Taiyi Zhenren finished speaking, a pale golden rainbow light arrived in front of the immortals of the Chan Sect at an imperceptible speed.

"Is this the Golden Crow Transformation into a Rainbow Technique?!" Wu Yunxian couldn't help but exclaim in surprise.

Chi Jin glanced at Wu Yunxian, then waved his hand, and the True Fire of the Sun swept in from all directions, engulfing Wu Yunxian and the other disciples of the Jie Sect.

Wu Yunxian was surprised that the newcomer would attack directly, so he quickly summoned the Hunyuan Hammer to try to break through the fire barrier.

To Wu Yunxian's surprise, even with his best efforts, he couldn't cause the slightest damage to the fire curtain.

The rest of the Chan Sect members hurriedly used their magic to resist the scorching heat of the sun's true fire, but to no avail.

At this critical moment, a Taoist priest in a blue robe appeared out of thin air. With a wave of her folding fan, wind and thunder surged, directly dispelling the true fire of the sun.

Seeing this, Chi Jin frowned and was about to speak when he heard a slightly teasing voice above his head: "You're a Golden Crow, aren't you? No, your bloodline isn't that pure. Haha, I never thought there would be a hybrid Golden Crow in the primordial world. How strange and interesting!"

Chi Jin looked up and saw a burly man with a rugged appearance and imposing presence standing above him with his hands behind his back, a playful smile on his lips, looking Chi Jin up and down.

Upon hearing this, Chi Jin's expression suddenly darkened, and a flash of anger appeared in his eyes.

Although his Golden Crow bloodline originated from the offspring of the Demon Emperor Jun, he was not actually Emperor Jun's biological son. His mother was just a fire crow, and his bloodline was indeed mixed. Therefore, Chi Jin hated the title "Mixed Golden Crow" the most.

Before he grew up, people in the prehistoric demon race always called him that. This name was extremely contemptuous and deeply hurt his dignity. Even now, when he hears this name, Chi Jin still feels very embarrassed.

At this moment, Zhao Gongming casually uttered this title in front of so many powerful figures, which was undoubtedly like pulling out a thorn and then stabbing it even deeper.

"Your expression... Haha, are you angry?" Zhao Gongming's smile deepened as he saw Chi Jin's unfriendly expression, his tone laced with provocation.

Zhao Gongming's vision was incredibly sharp. He was not only a direct disciple of the Tongtian Sect Master, but also the Gouchen Emperor. He had been subduing demons and monsters for many years and had long seen through the deceit and intrigue in the prehistoric world.

In his view, Chi Jin's reaction was nothing more than that of a young demon cultivator whose temperament was not yet stable, and who lost his composure with the slightest provocation.

Chi Jin snorted coldly, his eyes blazing with anger. How could he possibly tolerate such humiliation? A burst of golden light shone from his body, and blazing true solar fire erupted from within him, transforming into clouds of intensely hot fire. The surrounding space was distorted and deformed by the heat, emitting a series of sizzling sounds.

The True Fire of the Sun is the supreme divine power of the Golden Crow clan, on par with the Six Ding Divine Fire of the Taiqing Saint. It burns the heavens and boils the earth, and nothing is immune to its flames. Even cultivators of the same cultivation level as Crimson Gold, who are both in the late stage of Quasi-Saint, dare not easily take it head-on.

"Nonsense! You've disturbed my Dao mind! You deserve to die!" Chi Jin shouted, and with a sudden wave of his hands, the True Fire of the Sun swept out like a long river, rushing straight towards Zhao Gongming.

Zhao Gongming remained unmoved, a faint smile still playing on his lips. With a thought, a series of azure gusts suddenly rose around him, the wind howling like the roar of dragons and tigers, carrying an inexplicable Daoist charm.

The seemingly gentle gale contained endless mysteries. When it met the surging true fire of the sun, it blew the fire off like a knife cutting tofu, turning it into countless sparks that scattered and fell.

This scene caused Chi Jin's pupils to shrink sharply, and an expression of disbelief appeared on his face.

Wind fuels fire, a fact known to all in the primordial world. Any wind-related supernatural power will only amplify the power of the true fire of the sun, turning it into a terrifying killing move where fire borrows the wind's strength.

But Zhao Gongming's fierce winds could actually scatter his Solar True Fire? Such a method is unheard of!

"You... what kind of supernatural power is this?" Chi Jin couldn't help but blurt out, his voice filled with surprise and doubt. He wanted to ask Zhao Gongming what methods he had used, but the two sides were currently in a standoff, and Chi Jin knew very well that Zhao Gongming would never easily reveal his trump card.

Zhao Gongming laughed heartily, a mocking glint in his eyes, and continued his provocative words: "What? Your bloodline is mixed, and even your inherited memories are incomplete? You can't even see through this little trick?" He deliberately paused, his tone becoming even more sarcastic: "Fine, today I'll broaden your horizons and let you know that there are quite a few supernatural abilities in the primordial world that can restrain the Golden Crow Solar True Fire!"

Upon hearing this, Chi Jin's anger intensified, and his eyes flashed with murderous intent: "What a sharp-tongued Jie Sect cultivator! In that case, I will capture you and torture you slowly!"

Before Chi Jin finished speaking, the immense power of a late-stage Quasi-Saint surged wildly within him. With a wave of his hands, a gigantic golden claw suddenly appeared between heaven and earth.

This giant claw was covered in blazing solar fire, resembling the claw of a golden crow, its sharpness fully revealed. The claw tip tore through the void, creating spatial rifts, and it reached out to grab Zhao Gongming with unparalleled force.

Faced with this earth-shattering attack, Zhao Gongming neither dodged nor evaded, but a glint of shrewdness flashed in his eyes.

He slowly raised his right fist, his body shimmering with a divine light, and the faint sound of the Great Dao resounded. Just as the giant claw was about to touch his body, Zhao Gongming unleashed a powerful punch!
"Boom!" With a deafening roar, the void trembled, and space shattered inch by inch like glass.

The giant golden crow claw, which had gathered the power of a late-stage Quasi-Saint, shattered under Zhao Gongming's punch, turning into countless golden sparks that scattered and fell in all directions.

Akakane's eyes widened in shock; he could hardly believe his eyes.

He was a late-stage Quasi-Saint cultivator with profound magical power and a formidable physical body. This attack would be enough to leave even a peerless expert in a sorry state.

But Zhao Gongming's aura was only at the peak of the Great Luo Golden Immortal realm, so how could he break through his attack with a single punch?
"How...how is this possible?!" Chi Jin's voice trembled slightly, his eyes filled with astonishment and doubt.

Zhao Gongming laughed heartily, his tone tinged with mockery: "The knowledge of a mixed-blood golden crow is indeed limited. Don't you know that in the prehistoric world, one can not only cultivate magic power, but also temper one's physical body?"

The Wu Clan's "Nine Revolutions Profound Technique," when cultivated to its peak, allows one's physical body to reach the Heavenly Dao Realm; the Xuanmen's "Eight-Nine Profound Technique," when perfected, also offers the chance to achieve physical sainthood, and I happen to have cultivated a similar method!

After he finished speaking, Zhao Gongming's body shone brightly with auspicious light, surrounded by azure winds, and the faint sound of a dragon's roar could be heard. His physical body exuded a terrifying aura, which was actually comparable to the peak of a Quasi-Saint!

Chi Jin's pupils contracted sharply as he realized that Zhao Gongming's physical strength was actually above his own!
"So what if your physical body is strong?" Chi Jin gritted his teeth, his eyes blazing with rage: "Today, I will shatter your physical body and see how long you can remain arrogant!"

After saying that, Chi Jin had a thought, and the True Fire of the Sun within his body surged out wildly, condensing into a huge alchemy furnace in front of him.

This alchemy furnace is entirely made of red gold, radiating extremely high temperatures. The furnace body is engraved with mysterious sun god patterns, and the sound of golden crows crying can be heard from it.

With a thought, Chi Jin unleashed the Golden Crow Transformation Rainbow Technique, his figure suddenly transforming into a golden rainbow light, rushing towards Zhao Gongming with lightning speed, attempting to directly absorb him into the alchemy furnace and refine him into ashes.

Zhao Gongming was originally a wind in human form, naturally in harmony with the Great Dao of Wind. He also cultivated the "Red Cloud Escape Technique" of the Red Cloud Sage. In terms of speed, he was in no way inferior to the genuine Golden Crow, let alone the hybrid Golden Crow, Chi Jin.

Zhao Gongming originally wanted to avoid it, but then he thought that tempering his body with the True Fire of the Sun was also a rare opportunity.

Therefore, Zhao Gongming could have easily dodged this attack, but he chose to take it head-on!
He remained motionless, feigning surprise, allowing the alchemical furnace formed from the true fire of the sun to envelop him and draw him inside.

Seeing this, Chi Jin's face flashed with wild joy, thinking that he had victory in his grasp. He made hand seals and activated the alchemy furnace. The true fire of the sun inside the furnace burned wildly, and the surrounding space was scorched and collapsed inch by inch, emitting bursts of explosions.

Chi Jin sneered, "Zhao Gongming, no matter how strong your physical body is, your primordial spirit cultivation is only at the peak of the Great Luo Golden Immortal realm. Without powerful magic, how can you withstand my Solar True Fire? Once your physical body is refined by my Solar True Fire, it will be your death day!"

However, from inside the alchemy furnace came Zhao Gongming's hearty laughter: "Hahaha, Crimson Gold, your skill level is still far from sufficient!"

Chi Jin was stunned upon hearing this. Before he could react, he saw Zhao Gongming inside the furnace radiating a brilliant light, with a mysterious Daoist aura flowing around him.

Chi Jin's pupils contracted, his anger intensifying. This Zhao Gongming had actually activated the protective divine skill he cultivated. This fellow wanted to use his solar true fire to temper his physical body!

"You're asking for death!" Chi Jin roared, increasing the intensity of his firepower.

At this moment, under the burning of the true fire of the sun, Zhao Gongming's physical body showed no signs of collapse. On the contrary, it continued to transform in the flames, faintly exuding the aura of perfection!
"This...this is impossible!" Chi Jin's eyes widened, his face filled with horror. He gritted his teeth and poured all his magical power into the furnace, trying to refine Zhao Gongming with a stronger fire.

Instantly, the flames inside the furnace surged, and the surrounding space completely collapsed, turning into a chaotic sea of ​​fire.

However, Zhao Gongming remained unmoved, his body becoming increasingly translucent in the flames, like a piece of precious jade, radiating endless brilliance.

Several hours later, Zhao Gongming felt that the True Fire of the Sun had no effect on him. A glint flashed in his eyes, and a steel whip with flowing black light suddenly appeared in his hand.

"Break!" Zhao Gongming shouted, and swung his steel whip with a devastating force, smashing it fiercely into the alchemy furnace.

With a loud "boom," the alchemy furnace, formed from the true fire of the sun, shattered instantly, turning into countless sparks that scattered and fell in all directions.

Zhao Gongming flashed and arrived in front of Chi Jin with lightning speed. He raised his steel whip high and brought it down with boundless power!
Chi Jin's expression changed drastically. He hastily dodged to the side, narrowly avoiding the attack.

However, Zhao Gongming gave him no chance to catch his breath. He raised his hand and grabbed, and the azure wind in his palm condensed into an invisible giant hand, forcefully pulling the crimson gold back.

Immediately afterwards, the steel whip in his right hand slammed down again, with the force of thunder and an unparalleled power.

With no way to avoid it, Chi Jin could only cross his arms and condense the true fire of the sun to form a protective divine light, attempting to withstand the attack head-on.

However, with a crisp "crack," Chi Jin's arms snapped instantly under the terrifying force of the steel whip, and he was smashed down like a meteorite, crashing into the earth and creating a huge crater.

Dust billowed as Chi Jin lay at the bottom of the pit, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, his eyes filled with horror and resentment.

He never imagined that he, a demon cultivator at the late stage of Quasi-Saint, would be beaten so badly by Zhao Gongming. Was the direct disciple of the Jie Sect really that powerful?

(End of this chapter)