Fantasy: I, the Great Celestial Venerable of the Dao

Even Master Puhong, who had just entered the Yin God Realm, and Qingwei of Shushan and Ziyin of Tianyong City, who were only half a step away from entering this realm.

At this moment, my heart is filled with indescribable shock!

pressure!

A real, tangible pressure, seemingly originating from the very depths of one's soul!

Master Puhong lowered his eyes and murmured the prayer beads in his hand, but his heart was in turmoil.

"Amitabha... Fellow Daoist Daoxuan's realm... has actually progressed so much!"

This aura far surpasses the late stage of the Yin God Realm… Could it be… that he has already touched upon the legendary Yang God Realm?!

Although Master Qingwei and Master Ziyin remained expressionless.

But when they looked at each other, they both saw the same horror in each other's eyes.

They had been stuck at the peak of the Upper Clarity Realm for a long time and knew how difficult it was to take that step.

The aura emanating from Dao Xuan now clearly indicates that he has firmly stepped into the realm they have been dreaming of!

Yang Shen!

Could Dao Xuan have truly reached this realm that only exists in legends?

For a time, the Yuqing Hall appeared peaceful on the surface, but in reality, undercurrents were surging.

All the top experts were filled with awe because of Dao Xuan Zhenren's unfathomable cultivation.

Some of the little thoughts that might have existed before were also put to rest.

Dao Xuan took in everyone's reactions, and the faint smile on his lips seemed to deepen even further.

Dark clouds loomed over the city at the foot of Qingyun Mountain.

At the foot of the mountain, a group of figures, each dressed differently but exuding a powerful aura, gathered together.

They were tall or short, fat or thin, but without exception, their eyes gleamed with bloodlust and greed.

"Haha, I never thought I'd be able to come back to this place one day."

An old but powerful voice rang out, breaking the silence of the mountains.

The speaker was an old man with a hunched back. He leaned on a cane with a snake's head on it. His face was covered with wrinkles, but his eyes were as sharp as an eagle's.

This person is none other than the Poison God, the sect leader of the Ten Thousand Poisons Sect, from the great war between the righteous and the demonic forces a hundred years ago.

He was defeated at the foot of Qingyun Mountain, and he remembered the humiliation of that battle for a full century.

"Senior Poison God is right! Today, we will surely crush the Jade Purity Palace and capture that old thief Dao Xuan alive!"

A tall man in a black robe echoed, his voice harsh and unpleasant, like sandpaper being rubbed.

Beneath the black robe, a bloodless face could be vaguely seen, with sunken eyes and an aura of death emanating from it.

This person was the Black Mountain Demon, whom the Ghost King and others had specially invited. His cultivation was unfathomable, and it was said that he had lived for five hundred years.

He is a rare old monster in the demon realm.

"The Poison God is right!"

"Brother Heishan is just what I wanted!"

"If we join forces, what can the Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation do to us?"

"I've heard that all the disciples of Little Bamboo Peak are incredibly beautiful; I'm going to enjoy myself to the fullest this time!"

The crowd echoed his sentiments, their sinister laughter rising and falling.

These twenty-odd people were all top experts in the demonic path, each possessing strength above the fourth level of the Upper Clarity Realm.

It can be said that nearly half of the top combat power in the world of demons and monsters is gathered here.

Among the crowd were the leaders of the four major demonic sects:

Poison God of the Ten Thousand Poisons Sect, Ghost King of the Ghost King Sect, Jade Yangzi of the Longevity Hall, and Lady Three Wonders of the Joyful Union Sect.

In addition, there were elders from various factions: Bai Duzi, Qinglong, Zhuque, Lingmiao Furen, and other demon masters they had specially invited.

The Ghost King stood in the middle of the crowd, his gaze fixed on the summit of Qingyun Mountain, a cold smile playing on his lips:

"Cangsong's side should have already started making their move; today will be the day Qingyun Sect is destroyed!"

……

Qingyun Gate, Tongtian Peak.

The Yunhai Square was bustling with people.

Several thousand experts from all the righteous sects of the world gathered here.

They spoke in hushed tones, and the entire square was enveloped in a solemn yet tense atmosphere.

On the high platform in front of the square, sat the heads of various branches of the Qingyun Sect and distinguished guests from sects such as Tianyin Temple and Shushan.

The man in the center was a middle-aged man in a dark green Taoist robe, with a solemn face and an imposing presence.

He is none other than Dao Xuan Zhenren, the current leader of the righteous path and the head of the Qingyun Sect.

"Clang—clang—clang—"

The sounds of bells and tripods echoed from the Jade Purity Hall, reverberating among the mountains.

The once noisy square gradually quieted down as the bells rang.

Dao Xuan Zhenren slowly rose and walked to the front of the high platform.

His gaze was sharp as lightning, sweeping across the entire room. Although he didn't deliberately raise his voice, it reached everyone's ears clearly.

Fellow practitioners!

Just four words, yet they made everyone present hold their breath.

Whether they were disciples of the Qingyun Sect or other righteous people, they all focused their minds and calmed their spirits.

All eyes were focused on this righteous giant who suppressed all evil in the world.

"I, Dao Xuan, have summoned you all here today for no other reason than..."

Dao Xuan's voice was calm, yet it possessed an inherent air of authority.

"A mysterious case has occurred within the Qingyun Sect. This matter is far-reaching and involves many secrets, which is why a public trial has been chosen. If anyone has any questions, please feel free to ask. But..."

Dao Xuan paused for a moment, then his deep gaze swept across the entire room once more.

Everyone felt an invisible pressure looming over them, making it hard to breathe.

"I hope all fellow practitioners will be careful with their words and actions. This matter not only concerns the reputation of Qingyun Sect, but also involves Tianyin Temple. Therefore, please do not make wild guesses to avoid causing unnecessary misunderstandings."

When Dao Xuan said this, the entire room fell silent.

No one dared to discuss it privately anymore, since it involved two major righteous sects.

Neither Qingyun Sect nor Tianyin Temple are easy to mess with.

Seeing that no one spoke, Dao Xuan nodded to the disciple beside him.

Before long, a young disciple dressed in Qingyun Sect attire was brought up.

He looked to be no more than seventeen or eighteen years old, with an ordinary appearance.

His expression, however, was unusually calm.

"Is this Zhang Xiaofan?"

"He seems like a pretty ordinary person."

"Who can argue with that? It's said he possesses the ultimate martial arts techniques of both the Qingyun Sect and the Tianyin Temple, and also wields demonic creatures forged from the Bloodthirsty Bead and the Soul-Sealing Staff. You really can't judge a book by its cover..."

Despite Dao Xuan's warning, many whispers still arose among the crowd.

Zhang Xiaofan felt the gazes coming from all directions—some kind, some malicious, some curious, and some concerned.

He bowed slightly, knelt down calmly, and paid his respects to Dao Xuan and the other chief disciples:

"Disciple Zhang Xiaofan greets Sect Leader, Master, and all fellow disciples."

Dao Xuan responded softly, took out a dark, short stick, and placed it on the table next to him.

The short stick looked ordinary, yet it faintly exuded an ominous aura.

It is the Soul-Devouring Staff, forged from the Bloodthirsty Bead and the Soul-Sucking Staff.

"This is Zhang Xiaofan, the Qingyun disciple involved in this case."

What I hold in my hand is that blood-forged demon.

Dao Xuan's voice rang out again, "Junior Brother Cangsong, please tell us about Zhang Xiaofan's identity, background, and deeds."

Standing beside Dao Xuan, Daoist Cangsong nodded and stepped forward expressionlessly: "Yes, Senior Brother Sect Leader."

The pine tree's voice was majestic and cold, slowly echoing across the Cloud Sea Square.

As the pine tree recounted its story, the people in the square displayed a variety of expressions.

Judging from these deeds, Zhang Xiaofan does not seem to be a person with evil intentions; on the contrary, he has done many chivalrous things.