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The road from Kunlun Mountain to Buzhou Mountain was the longest the Old Man of the South Pole had ever traveled in his life.

He rode the clouds at a snail's pace. Normally, for a quasi-saint, shrinking the earth to an inch is a basic skill; a single stride could cover 108,000 li. But today, the Antarctic Immortal wished the clouds could fly backwards.

Go to the Pangu Temple to demand someone back?

Do you also need Cihang Daoren?

What's the difference between this and pulling a tooth from a tiger's mouth? No, it's worse than that. At most, a tiger will kill you, but Lin Xuan's family is the kind of family that will even use the bone fragments to make soup.

"Master, you're pushing your disciple into a fire pit!"

The Old Man of the South Pole touched his shiny forehead, feeling as bitter as if he had swallowed three pounds of bitter herbs.

He recalled the horrific state of Guang Chengzi when he was carried back; his head was swollen like a pig's head, and he still hadn't woken up. He also thought of Taiyi Zhenren, who he heard had even lost his underwear and ran back naked.

Half of the Twelve Golden Immortals of the Chan Sect have been lost. What use would he, an old man with a high seniority but not an advantage in martial arts, be?

"If I force my way in, I'll be committing suicide. If I plead politely, I'll lose face for the Chan Sect and get scolded by my master when I get back."

The Old Man of the South Pole sighed, "This is what they call a rat in a bellows, suffering from both sides."

After dawdling for a long time, we finally saw the territory of the human race ahead.

The land of Kyushu today is quite different from what it used to be.

From afar, nine golden pillars pierced the sky and reached the earth, like nine pillars anchoring the sea. Those were the Nine Cauldrons forged by Yu the Great, and also the core of the so-called "Absolute Heaven and Earth ProMax Edition" created by Lin Xuan.

In the past, when immortals descended to earth, they could come and go as they pleased, as if they were strolling through their own backyard.

Not anymore.

The fluctuations emanating from the nine cauldrons formed an invisible net, completely covering the entire human territory.

The Old Man of the South Pole paused on the cloud, looking at the faint golden light, feeling a little apprehensive.

"Is this the barrier that repelled Master's divine sense?"

He tentatively extended a finger and poked at the air in front of him.

"Buzz—"

A ripple spread through the void, and a tremendous force of recoil came, making his fingers go numb.

"Wow, they've actually got some skills."

The Old Man of the South Pole withdrew his hand and straightened his clothes. Regardless, he represented the Primordial Heavenly Venerable, the face of a sage. He couldn't afford to lose face.

He cleared his throat, channeled his magic, and prepared to speak.

According to custom, one should first announce one's origin, then wait for the Human Emperor or the Witch Clan to come out and greet one before putting on airs and going inside.

"I am the Immortal Elder of the South Pole, a disciple of the Jade Purity Saint! I have come here today by order of my Master..."

Before the words were even finished, a mechanical, cold voice came from within the barrier. The voice didn't sound like it came from a living person; it sounded more like the spirit of some kind of magical artifact, and a particularly rigid one at that.

[Warning! High-energy life form detected approaching.]

[Identity verification in progress... Scan complete.]

[Target: Chan Sect, Antarctic Immortal. Cultivation Level: Late Quasi-Saint. Danger Level: High.]

Visa status: None.

According to Article 38 of the "Da Shang Entry and Exit Management Regulations," high-ranking monks who do not hold a "Human Emperor Visa" or a "Witch Clan Invitation Letter" are prohibited from entering.

The Old Man of the South Pole was stunned.

What is that? A visa? What's that?

As the chief disciple of a sage, why would he need this damn visa?

"Insolence!" The Antarctic Immortal roared, his beard twitching. "I am the chief disciple of the Chan Sect! This land of the Nine Provinces was created by the Father God. We are the true descendants of Pangu. Where can't we go? Quickly open the barrier, or don't blame me for being rude!"

In normal circumstances, or in a different place, these words might have been enough to scare people.

But who designed this system?

It is Lin Xuan.

The system designed by Lin Xuan is designed to "cure all kinds of dissent".

The mechanical voice sounded again, this time with a hint of mockery in its tone.

[The target was detected to be emotionally agitated and attempting to force their way through.]

[Activate Level 1 Defense Plan.]

[Warning: Please leave immediately, or go to the Chaoge City office to queue for a visa.]

"Queue up? You want me to queue up with those ordinary people?"

The Antarctic Immortal laughed in anger. Who was he? He was the God of Longevity! He was the True Immortal of Fortune and Virtue! Making him queue up? What face would the Chan Sect have left?

"This humble Taoist priest will see today whether this so-called 'Severing the Heavenly Connection' can truly stop me!"

Even the Antarctic Immortal has a temper.

The dragon staff in his hand suddenly stopped, and a vast amount of quasi-saint power erupted.

"open!"

His plan was simple: he just needed to tear a hole in the barrier and slip inside. Once inside, with his abilities, flying to the Pangu Palace would be a piece of cake.

The Panlong Staff transformed into a gigantic azure dragon phantom, crashing violently into the golden light barrier with a world-destroying aura.

"Boom!"

A loud bang.

However, the expected scene of the barrier shattering did not occur.

Instead, the golden light curtain rippled like water, then rapidly changed color, from a gentle gold to a dangerous purplish-red.

[WARNING! Malicious attack detected!]

[Triggered the "Illegal Immigration Suppression Patch".]

[Defense Mode Switch: Proactive Counterattack.]

[Activate the "Dimensional Reduction Attack" program.]

Inside the Pangu Hall.

Lin Xuan was lying on a rocking chair, munching on a spiritual fruit, while Han Zhixian was peeling grapes for him beside him.

Suddenly, a system light screen popped up in front of him.

The screen displays live footage of the border.

Lin Xuan chuckled as he looked at the old man from the South Pole in the picture, who was blowing his beard and glaring at the camera.

"Hey, isn't that the big-headed old man? He's got quite a temper."

Lin Xuan popped a grape into his mouth and mumbled, "Dare to force your way through my firewall? Do you really think I'm just for show?"

He stretched out his finger and tapped the control panel in the void.

"System, give him a little something extra. Since he's here, how can we not leave him something behind?"

[Ding! Host command received.]

[Mobilizing the Qi of the Nine Provinces... Loading the Primordial Chaos Qi...]

[The Purple Heaven Divine Thunder is ready.]

Outside the barrier.

When the Antarctic Immortal struck with his staff, not only did it fail to break the barrier, but he also felt his magical power vanish without a trace, as if it had disappeared into the sea.

Immediately afterwards, a sense of crisis that made his scalp tingle rose from the bottom of his heart.

"not good!"

He instinctively wanted to back away.

late.

The sky, which had been clear and cloudless, suddenly cracked open with a huge gash.

A gigantic eye, composed entirely of pure lightning, stared at him indifferently.

That wasn't ordinary lightning.

That's the Purple Heaven Divine Lightning! It's the highest punishment Heaven uses to punish those who defy Heaven!

"This...how is this possible?!"

The Antarctic Immortal was terrified. How could this barrier summon the Purple Heaven Divine Thunder? Wasn't this the Dao Ancestor's doing?

Before he could figure it out, the lightning eye blinked.

A purple lightning bolt, thicker than a bucket, carrying an aura of annihilation, struck straight down.

"No--!"

The Antarctic Immortal let out a miserable cry, trying to use his magic weapon to defend himself, only to find that his magic power was being suppressed by a mysterious force in that instant.

The feeling was like suddenly going from a high and mighty god to a powerless mortal.

"What kind of sorcery is this? What happened to my cultivation?!"