Fantasy: I, the Great Celestial Venerable of the Dao

His gaze turned to Qingwei:

"Senior Brother Qingwei, this matter concerns the fate of the righteous path, and our Shu Mountain cannot stand idly by."

I need to trouble you again to make a trip to Qingyun Mountain, partly to witness the public trial.

Secondly... if the Demonic Sect dares to invade, it will let them know that the sword of Mount Shu, used to slay demons and eliminate evil, is still sharp!

Master Qingwei, with his ethereal and otherworldly air, smiled and bowed upon hearing this:

"It's my duty, why bother?"

"I will then make another trip to Qingyun Mountain."

Currently, on Mount Shu, only the sect leader, Sword Saint Dugu, has reached the Taiqing realm in cultivation.

Qingwei and the elusive Sword Immortal were both at the peak of the Upper Clarity Realm, only one step away from the Supreme Clarity Realm.

The sect leader must remain at Mount Shu to suppress the fortune of the Demon-Locking Tower and must not act rashly.

However, the Sword Immortal's unconventional nature made him unsuitable for such a solemn occasion.

This means that the heavy responsibility of leading Shushan to Qingyun naturally fell once again on the shoulders of the steady and reliable Qingwei.

The same thing happened to other major righteous sects.

Kunlun Mountain, Tianyong City.

The sect leader, Master Hansu, personally went to the Sword Tower in the back mountain to invite Elder Ziyin, the Sword Master, to come out of the mountain.

"Elder Ziyin, the Qingyun public trial is of great importance, and the Demonic Sect is also making moves."

Our Tianyong City needs someone powerful enough to intimidate all heroes to go there, so that our sect can display its prestige and be of one mind with Qingyun.

This matter requires your personal attention, Elder.

Master Ziyin wore a blue and white Taoist robe, his face was cold and stern, and his body was surrounded by a faint but chilling sword aura.

He paused for a moment, then slowly nodded: "Okay."

For a time, the wind was surging.

Tianyin Temple, Fenxiang Valley, Penglai Immortal Sect, Vajra Gate... Almost every righteous sect with some reputation in the vast land of China sent a team to Qingyun Gate.

The small number of people, consisting of only one or two, serves as a symbolic testimony;

For larger groups, such as Fenxiang Valley and Tianyin Temple, the elders would lead the group, accompanied by elite disciples.

As many as a dozen people attended, to show their importance.

However, looking at the righteous path in the world, those who came to Qingyun this time have already reached the mysterious and unpredictable realm of "Yin Shen" (the spirit of the underworld).

Apart from Dao Xuan Zhenren, the head of the Qingyun Sect

There was only Master Puhong, the abbot of Tianyin Temple.

Most of the other sect elders and leaders are in the middle to late stages of the Upper Clarity Realm.

For example, Shushan Qingwei and Tianyongcheng Ziyin are both at the peak of the Shangqing Realm, just one step away from becoming Yin Gods.

After obtaining the Xuanhuo Mirror, Dao Xuan did not immediately deal with the complicated sect affairs.

Instead, they took it back to the quiet room behind Tongtian Peak.

He sat cross-legged on the futon, holding the ancient Xuanhuojian in his hands.

His divine sense slowly extended and cautiously touched the mirror.

boom--!

The moment the divine sense came into contact with the Xuanhuo Mirror, it was as if a door to a world of flames had been opened!

A scorching, violent, ancient, and terrifying will, capable of burning the eight wastelands, surged into Dao Xuan's sea of ​​consciousness along with his divine sense!

Before his eyes appeared a gigantic fire dragon stretching across the cosmos!

The dragon's body is made of the purest flames, with scales and claws flying, each scale resembling a burning sun!

There was no emotion in those dragon eyes, only an endless cycle of destruction and rebirth!

Eight Desolate Fire Dragons! The Essence of Ten Thousand Fires!

At the same time, an obscure and ancient stream of information, along with this will, surged into Dao Xuan's heart.

"The Eight Desolate Profound Fire Formation... Using the Profound Fire Mirror as a catalyst, this formation can be set up to summon the Eight Desolate Fire Dragons to appear in the world and burn everything... Its power is almost comparable to the Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation..."

Dao Xuan's heart was filled with turbulent waves!

This Xuanhuo Mirror is such an earth-shattering treasure!

No wonder Fenxiang Valley values ​​it more than their own lives!

Having this item is almost equivalent to having a second Zhuxian Sword Formation!

However, after the euphoria came solemnity.

He clearly sensed that the amount of mana and divine sense required to fully activate the Xuanhuo Mirror and summon the complete Eight Desolate Fire Dragon was enormous.

With his current cultivation level at the late stage of the Yin Spirit Realm, although he could barely activate it, he could not sustain it for long, let alone unleash its full power.

"It seems we must take another step forward..." A resolute glint flashed in Dao Xuan's eyes.

Without the slightest hesitation, he put away the Xuanhuo Mirror, and with a flicker, transformed into a streak of light.

They silently disappeared into the Illusion Moon Cave in the back mountain.

Inside the cave, time seemed to lose its meaning.

Dao Xuan abandoned all distracting thoughts and focused his mind on the challenge of reaching a higher realm.

His own accumulation was already substantial enough, and he was only one opportunity away from the legendary "Yang God" realm.

The Xuanhuo Mirror contains a trace of the original fire power of the Eight Desolate Fire Dragon, and the law conception it represents: "burning the eight desolate areas and reshaping the world".

It became the key to breaking down the final barrier!

Time flies, and a month has passed in the blink of an eye.

The day when the righteous forces of the world would publicly try Zhang Xiaofan had finally arrived.

On this day, Qingyun Mountain witnessed a bustling scene unlike anything seen in hundreds of years.

Brilliant streaks of light and unique flying magical artifacts converged from all directions of the land of China, like rivers flowing into the sea.

It flew over Heyang City and finally landed on the huge square of Tongtian Peak.

Cultivators from all over the country, from different sects, and dressed in various styles.

The usually quiet and solemn Tongtian Peak has become bustling with people.

The fellow Daoists, who knew each other well, exchanged pleasantries with clasped hands and whispered their opinions on the public trial.

A tense atmosphere, like the impending storm, filled the air.

Inside the Jade Purity Hall, the atmosphere was extremely solemn.

Dao Xuan Zhenren sat upright in the main seat, his dark green Daoist robe spotless, his face serene with a faint smile.

He was having a low conversation with Master Puhong of Tianyin Temple, who was sitting at the head of the lower left seat.

His aura has undergone a dramatic change compared to a month ago!

If the Dao Xuan of the past was an unfathomable ocean.

So now he is like the universe that encompasses heaven and earth, vast and boundless, a unified whole.

It wasn't a deliberately emanating pressure, but rather a transcendent aura that naturally flowed from a higher level of life, surpassing all living beings.

His gaze swept calmly over the various powerful figures seated in the hall.

Tianyin Temple Puhong and Pukong.

Shangguan Ce of Fenxiang Valley.

Shushan Qingwei, Tianyong City Ziyin... and many other renowned rogue cultivators.

Under his gaze, almost everyone's cultivation level was laid bare in his eyes.

Young disciples or ordinary elders with cultivation at the Jade Purity Realm did not feel it deeply, but they felt that Dao Xuan Zhenren was becoming more and more majestic, making them dare not look directly at him.

And those elders and sect leaders whose cultivation had reached the Shangqing realm.

People like Shangguan Ce from Fenxiang Valley felt an invisible pressure looming over them to varying degrees.

It felt as if I was facing not a person, but an insurmountable, towering mountain.

Even my breathing slowed down unconsciously.