Immortality starts from the liver proficiency

Chapter 430 Appearance in front of others
As the sword intent was unleashed, Zhou Xingzhen's Five Elements Dao Foundation shattered like a bubble, the sea of ​​fire was extinguished, the golden spears broke, the giant trees withered, the water waves evaporated, and the earth and rocks crumbled!
"No! This is impossible!!"

Zhou Xing Zhenren roared as he watched helplessly as his Dao Foundation was severed by Xu Yunfan's sword. He was clearly in the mid-stage of Foundation Establishment, and even though he was being squeezed by the Heavenly Dao of this place and could only use five-tenths of his power, he was still definitely not someone that an ordinary early-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator could defeat.

A sense of regret rose in his heart. This time he seemed to have been too hasty and reckless. He hadn't even properly investigated the situation before plunging headlong into the Divine Martial Realm.

Suddenly, he realized what was happening and roared wildly.

“True Lord!!”

He was tricked by the True Lord, trapped in the scheme, and blinded by his own mind. Only now, on the verge of death, has he realized it.

But the sword light had already arrived. The True Martial Sword pierced through his brow, and the sword intent exploded. The purple-robed old man's soul, Dao foundation, and physical body were all destroyed by this sword!
"Pfft!"

The old man in purple robes fell to the ground, and his Five Elements Dao Foundation collapsed. The Heavenly Dao of the Divine Martial Realm sensed the fall of the Foundation Establishment cultivator from another region and sent down a wisp of pure energy, which merged into Xu Yunfan's body, as if to reward him for his merit in eliminating the foreign enemy.

Xu Yunfan was slightly surprised by this, but couldn't help feeling delighted. If that were the case, and he dragged more Foundation Establishment cultivators into the Divine Martial Realm to kill them, wouldn't he be favored by the Heavenly Dao of this place? At that time, he might even be able to harvest a portion of the Divine Martial Realm's origin and cultivate his own cave heaven. If he could advance even further...

Xu Yunfan's eyes sparkled as he looked out over the entire world.

It seems that finding a grotto-heaven isn't so difficult after all...

He instantly came to his senses. Was the Divine Martial True Man who slaughtered more than a dozen Foundation Establishment cultivators also thinking the same thing? For this, he was even willing to reincarnate in the Divine Martial Realm to completely cleanse himself. With this mark, he could naturally receive the Heavenly Dao's reward for slaying the external demons.

After a long while, he sheathed his sword and stood there, his eyes coldly fixed on the few wisps of ashes left behind by Master Zhou Xing.

No matter how many spells and techniques swept in like a tide, or how many supernatural powers intertwined into a net, the True Martial Sword in Xu Yunfan's hand could unleash astonishing power under the operation of the Dou Zi Jue (Fighting Word Technique).

Wherever the sword's edge struck, the Heavenly Qi of Subduing Demons surged across the land.

The sword light was as heavy and sharp as the manifestation of Xuanwu, and each move secretly corresponded to the constellation of the Seven Constellations of Zhenwu, which severed the Five Elements Dao Foundation of Zhou Xingzhen.

Xu Yunfan took a deep breath and snorted coldly.

"A mere Foundation Establishment mid-stage cultivator dares to challenge me in the Divine Martial Realm?"

After putting on a show of pretension, Xu Yunfan didn't hesitate.

Sheathing his True Martial Sword, he deliberately slowed his pace as he walked through the air, not displaying any escape light, but instead letting the Xuanwu pattern naturally emerge from beneath his feet, using the method of riding the clouds and mist to move forward.

Now that I'm back in this familiar place, I naturally need to make a big fuss about it; otherwise, who would know that I've returned in triumph?

As we passed the gate of the Daozong Mountain, a streak of blue light suddenly appeared on the horizon, like a shooting star streaking across the sky.

Before the disciples guarding the mountain could react, a vast and mysterious aura swept over them.

The protective array, which had endured a thousand years of wind and frost and was now recovering somewhat due to the resurgence of spiritual energy, shattered like paper under this pressure. The mournful cries emanating from the collapsing array patterns echoed through the mountains.

Xu Yunfan stood with his hands behind his back on the cloud, his piercing gaze sweeping over the broken formation below.

The array patterns were arranged in a chaotic and disorderly manner, with numerous errors and omissions in the spiritual energy nodes, failing to even grasp the most basic principle of the five elements' mutual generation.

What's even more ridiculous is that several key formation points were actually cast from ordinary iron, which was already covered in rust.

"This crude formation is probably too weak to even stop a cultivator in the early stage of Qi Refining."

He shook his head and sighed softly, his voice tinged with regret. "When I left the mountain, this great formation was still mostly incomplete. Now it can barely function, although it is not a complete system and it is a haphazard approach. But it has finally gained momentum. Given time, it may be possible to create another mountain-protecting formation by relying on the earth's energy."

"My great formation!"

A piercing wail suddenly erupted, the sound wave carrying ripples of true energy that surged back and forth among the thirty-six peaks of Qingwei Mountain. The head of the alchemy hall, who was preparing medicinal liquid in the alchemy room, trembled, and the entire furnace of pills containing strong blood energy exploded into green smoke with a "bang." A ninth-realm Supreme Elder who was in seclusion was so startled that his sword energy reversed, carving a seven-zhang-deep sword mark on the stone wall.

The Xuanwu cloud pattern beneath Xu Yunfan's feet suddenly froze, a look of astonishment flashing across his face.

He swore that he had only used his Foundation Establishment stage divine sense to scan the array's core.

It was as natural as glancing at a flower bud while passing by a garden.

Who would have thought that this protective mountain formation would be like a paper lantern, cracking open with a "rip" when touched by a slight breeze?

Halfway up the mountain, Elder Shen, who was in charge of maintaining the formation, was holding half of the formation flag and staring blankly.

The battle flag, forged from millennia-old cold iron, crumbled into iron powder between his fingers like brittle wheat stalks.

The old man's goatee trembled violently, and suddenly he coughed up a mouthful of blood, staining the Bagua pattern on his chest red.

"I nurtured this array flag for sixty years! It's a treasure left by our ancestor from two thousand years ago, and it's all gone just like that!!"

Amidst screams, the defensive talismans of Qingwei Mountain exploded one after another, turning into a shower of golden dust in the morning light, resembling a golden snowfall from afar.

"Where..."

Bi Yuan's clear and resonant voice suddenly rang out through the sky, then abruptly stopped, as if choked by an invisible force.

The sect leader's pupils contracted slightly as he stared intently at the figure that was riding the clouds.

The man was surrounded by pure energy, and with each step he took, Dao patterns of tortoise and snake intertwined naturally appeared on the soles of his feet.

The fallen leaves on the mountain path moved without wind, and somehow formed a star map of the Seven Mansions of Zhenwu as he walked.

Even more terrifying, when Bi Yuan tried to investigate, he felt as if his true energy had fallen into the freezing abyss of the North Sea, and even his blood and qi were frozen!
"...Yunfan?"

Bi Yuan's voice trembled with disbelief.

The fallen leaves on the mountain path moved without wind, seemingly guided by the energy around Xu Yunfan, slowly rotating according to some kind of rhythm.

Beside him stood a white-haired, white-bearded elder holding a divine weapon, whose long eyebrows twitched incessantly.

How could he not be familiar with the figure in the sky? He had entered the realm of terrestrial immortals at the age of thirty, dominating the world and destroying the other five major sects with a single move. Now, only the Dao Sect survives within the Great Zhou territory.

"Master."

The moment the call rang out, Bi Yuan's black Taoist robe suddenly billowed without wind, its hem fluttering loudly.

As he turned around, the fingers he had been clenching tightly in his sleeve loosened slightly.

He was both surprised and delighted to see Xu Yunfan arrive on a cloud.

Looking at the figure three zhang away, Xu Yunfan deliberately created a strange phenomenon. The Xuanwu phantom, with tortoise and snake intertwined, was wrapped around his body. With each step he took, the bluestone under his feet was covered with True Martial Cloud Patterns.

What's even more alarming is that Bi Yuan's "union of god and Dao" state, which he had cultivated for sixty years, was like snow meeting the scorching sun in the face of this aura. His profound true energy involuntarily retreated into the depths of his flesh and blood.

"Yunfan?"

Looking at Xu Yunfan so close to him, Bi Yuan's voice trembled unusually as he asked again to confirm.

(End of this chapter)