Doupo: Many Children, Many Blessings; Starting with Rock Spear Judgment of Yunshan

The Yunlan Sect Square was deathly silent.

The massive rock spear was driven diagonally into the ground, casting a shadow that enveloped half of the sect.

Lin Feng didn't even glance at the crowd below him, who looked like ants.

He turned around, facing the sheer cliff and the vast sea of ​​clouds.

Step out.

There was no dazzling light from the transformation of battle qi into wings, nor the terrifying fluctuations of space being torn apart.

Just as his boot was about to slip and fall.

hum.

A layer of golden ripples spread through the air.

A hexagonal piece of basalt material materialized out of thin air and steadily supported his feet.

Hey.

The crisp sound of footsteps echoed in the void.

Lin Feng stood with his hands behind his back, his expression calm, as if he were strolling leisurely in his own backyard.

One step, two steps, three steps.

With each step you take, golden stone steps will automatically appear beneath your feet.

He stepped on the rocks formed from the void and walked step by step toward the sky.

This scene was even more breathtaking than the destructive power of the earth-shattering event just now.

The ability to transform battle qi into wings is the mark of a Battle King.

Walking on air is a privilege of the Dou Zong.

But to create things out of thin air, to walk on lotus blossoms with every step, to manipulate the rules of heaven and earth with ease...

This was beyond the comprehension of everyone present.

"What... what kind of movement technique is this?"

Jia Xingtian hid in the distance, his eyes practically bulging out of their sockets.

He knew he could stay in the void for a short time, but he could never do it so easily, let alone create a foothold out of thin air.

This is not only about controlling battle qi, but also about absolutely mastering a certain law.

"Hey! Lin Feng!"

A series of urgent shouts came from behind.

Paimon flapped his little cape, his short legs kicking wildly in the air, desperately trying to catch up with the receding figure.

"Why are you walking so fast! Wait for me!"

"My legs are too short to fly fast!"

Lin Feng stopped and turned his head slightly.

He smiled as he watched the little guy bouncing around in the air like a headless fly.

"You're too slow."

"If you can't keep up, you'll miss out on tonight's feast."

Before he could finish speaking...

Lin Feng's figure suddenly became blurry.

Whoosh!

A powerful roar of rushing water echoed across the sky.

Under everyone's horrified gaze, Lin Feng transformed into a torrent of azure blue!

The water flowed pure and swift, carrying a majestic aura that seemed to wash away all the filth of the world.

call out--!

The water instantly sliced ​​through the sky, leaving a long blue trail before disappearing into the horizon in the blink of an eye.

It was so fast that even the afterimage was not visible.

That's Navelette's heavy attack movement effect - Raging Water.

"Wow!"

"You're cheating! Wait for Paimon!"

Paimon was so angry that he yelled and screamed, and could only use all his strength to chase after it like a shooting star.

All that was left was a mess for the Yunlan Sect.

Yunshan lay prone at the base of the rock spear, watching the direction in which the two had disappeared, his chest heaving violently.

"puff!"

A large mouthful of black blood spurted out.

He slumped down instantly, his already aged face now looking ashen and lifeless as a withered tree.

It was as if, in that instant, ten years of life had been taken away.

Lost.

We lost completely.

Not only was he beaten half to death, but he didn't even understand how the other person left.

The Yunlan Sect's century-old prestige has been trampled into the mud by this man and his beloved.

"Ancestor..."

Several elders trembled as they approached, wanting to help him up, but dared not touch the rock spear.

Yunshan waved his hand, signaling them to step back.

He looked at the rock spear that pierced the sky, his eyes filled with despair and helplessness.

If this pillar is not removed, the pillar of shame of the Yunlan Sect will stand here forever.

But that man said...

No one can pull it out without his permission.

"The mountain is closed..."

Yunshan squeezed out two words through gritted teeth, his voice as weak as a mosquito's buzz.

"Effective immediately... Yunlan Sect will be closed..."

"No one...is allowed to leave..."

……

10,000 meters above the ground.

The clouds, like pure white cotton wool, spread out beneath our feet.

The wind howled, but subsided automatically when it approached within three feet of the figure.

Lin Feng dispelled his water-flow form, reverting to his relaxed demeanor, standing with his hands behind his back, his feet resting on flowing clouds.

"Huff... huff..."

Paimon finally caught up.

She was so tired that her tongue was sticking out, her face was flushed, and she was panting heavily.

"Lin...Lin Feng..."

"You...you've gone too far..."

"Back in Teyvat... you weren't... this fast..."

Paimon complained as he floated up to Lin Feng's shoulder and sat down, using Lin Feng's shoulder as a temporary resting place.

Lin Feng glanced at her, his tone indifferent.

"It wasn't necessary before."

"Efficiency is key here."

"and……"

Lin Feng paused, looking down at the mountains and rivers rushing past.

"This isn't even the fastest."

"I just didn't want to scare you."

Paimon was immediately displeased upon hearing this.

She jumped up, put her hands on her hips, and glared angrily at Lin Feng.

"Who's the little kid?"

"I'm not a kid! I'm the best guide in all of Teyvat!"

"What kind of big scenes haven't I seen! How could I possibly be scared!"

Lin Feng smiled and did not refute.

He stretched out his hand and pointed to the gradually clearer outline of the city below.

"arrive."

"Where is that?"

Paimon followed Lin Feng's finger and asked curiously.

"Utan City".

Lin Feng's tone held a hint of amusement.

Guided by the system, and also by the memories of the original work in my mind.

This is an interesting time.

That chosen one named Xiao Yan should be at the lowest point in his life right now.

It could even be described as the deepest valley within the deepest valley.

Losing all his fighting spirit, the genius became a useless person, suffering endless cold stares and ridicule.

The even more exciting part – Nalan Yanran announcing her engagement – ​​should happen in the next couple of days.

"Let's go."

"Let's go see this good show."

Lin Feng's body plummeted, carrying Paimon through the clouds and heading towards the dense forest outside the city.

……

Outside Utan City, on the edge of the Monster Mountain Range, in a dense forest.

Two figures descended from the sky.

Lin Feng straightened his robes and strode towards the city gate.

Paimon floated beside him, looking around with great curiosity about this new world.

"This place doesn't seem as grand as the Yunlan Sect we just saw."

Paimon looked at the slightly mottled city wall in the distance and muttered to himself.

"That's natural."

Lin Feng gave a casual explanation.

"Yunlan Sect is a sect, this is a mortal city."

"However, there are advantages to being here."

"What are the benefits?"

Paimon immediately pressed for more details.

"The warmth of everyday life."

Lin Feng said a word that Paimon couldn't understand, and then added a sentence.

"In other words, there are more delicious foods."

"Wow!"

Paimon's eyes lit up instantly, like two big light bulbs.

"Let's hurry, let's go! I'm starving!"

The two paid the entrance fee and successfully entered Wutan City.

Although it cannot compare to the prosperity of the Holy City of Gama, Utan City, as a transportation hub connecting the Monster Mountain Range, still has a huge flow of people.

Shops lined both sides of the street, and the sounds of vendors hawking their wares rose and fell.

Mercenaries, merchants, and civilians—all sorts of people mingled among them.

This kind of noise and bustle is indeed much more comfortable than the cold solemnity of the Yunlan Sect.

"Wow! What's that?"

Having just entered the city and taken only a few steps, Paimon was as if he were drawn to a magnet, staring intently at a small roadside stall.

It was a stall selling Warcraft jerky.

The dark red jerky sizzled and dripped with oil from the roasting process, sprinkled with special spices, and emitted a rich meaty aroma.

Paimon flew over, lay down in front of the stall, and was practically drooling.

"Boss, what kind of meat is this? It smells so good!"

The stall owner, a burly middle-aged man, was busy flipping the grilled meat.

Hearing the sound, he looked up.

Upon closer inspection, they were stunned.

A tiny flying figure, only the size of a palm?

What kind of strange and bizarre magical beast is this?