Fantasy: I, the Great Celestial Venerable of the Dao

This means that we are far from the realm of immortals who can move mountains and fill seas and, to some extent, break free from the constraints of heaven and earth.

All that's missing is the final accumulation and the right opportunity.

Although the six major righteous sects of today are of the same lineage, Qingyun Sect and Shu Mountain are implicitly regarded as the most respected.

Ultimately, this is because both sects possess the peerless formations inherited from ancient times: the Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation of the Qingyun Sect and the Mountain-Protecting Sword Formation of the Shu Mountain.

They can all draw upon the power of heaven and earth, unleashing terrifying power comparable to that of an earth immortal.

Now, Dao Xuan himself has actually stepped into the Yang God Realm!

With such personal power reaching such a height, coupled with the Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation... its power is simply unimaginable.

"Number one in the world... truly deserving of the title."

Dugu Yuyun could only utter this sentence in the end, his tone complicated.

……

Southern Xinjiang, Incense Valley.

Valley Master Yun Yilan stood alone before the Xuanhuo Altar, its flames churning, clutching a jade slip tightly in his hand, his knuckles turning white from the force.

The information transmitted from the jade slip was exactly the same as what Master Qingwei had said.

His handsome, slightly sinister face initially showed disbelief.

It then turned into a deep sense of resentment.

Finally, a twisted, malevolent aura rose uncontrollably, and flames seemed to burn deep within his eyes.

"Dao Xuan... you old thief!"

He practically spat out those words through clenched teeth.

Incense Valley has dominated the southern frontier for hundreds of years, maintaining a distant relationship with the orthodox sects of the Central Plains, harboring its own ambitions and schemes.

Now that Dao Xuan has gained power and Qingyun's prestige is at its zenith, will Fenxiang Valley ever have a chance to rise again?

"No! This absolutely cannot be allowed!"

Yun Yilan suddenly looked up, gazing at the dark and mysterious place deep within the Xuanhuo Altar, her eyes becoming resolute and crazed.

"Fenxiang Valley must not be forever suppressed by Qingyun!"

Although Dao Xuan is strong, he is by no means truly invincible in the world!

"It's time... We must speed things up. As long as we can successfully release 'it,' humph, Dao Xuan, let's see if you can withstand this overwhelming power!"

……

The Ghost King looked at the intelligence report in his hand, his expression shifting.

"Excellent! Excellent, Dao Xuan! As expected of the leader of the righteous path, he truly lives up to the name 'righteous path'!"

He muttered to himself, his voice slightly hoarse.

"Yao'er... my dear Yao'er, please wait a little longer. Father will definitely find a way and bring you back from Qingyun Mountain!"

No matter the cost!

……

Not only these few giants, but the entire cultivation world, whether it is the righteous sects, the remnants of the demonic sects, or the rogue cultivators, are all talking about the same name - Dao Xuan.

The momentum of Qingyun Sect was like a storm that had been brewing for many years.

It swept across the world with unstoppable force, silencing countless demons and evil spirits, who dared not show their faces easily.

As a result, the righteous path gained great momentum, and the campaigns to slay demons and eliminate evil in various places became much smoother.

The saying that "Dao Xuan Zhenren is a living immortal of this world" has spread wider and wider, becoming more and more mythical, and has gradually taken root in people's hearts.

Three months passed slowly amidst the clamor and shock.

The storm that swept the world is gradually showing signs of subsiding.

Back of Tongtian Peak

Dao Xuan remained seated cross-legged on the blue stone, as if he had never moved.

However, the mysterious aura emanating from him was now far more profound and powerful than it had been three months ago.

With the profound assistance of the Taiji Huasheng Jing (Scripture of the Transformation of the Supreme Ultimate).

In addition to digesting and absorbing the insights gained from the great battle, his cultivation level broke through again in this short period of time.

He has progressed from the early stage of the Yang God Realm to the middle stage!

Such speed, if it were to spread, would be enough to make any so-called genius pale in comparison.

He slowly finished his practice, opened his eyes, and a galaxy seemed to vanish in his pupils in a flash.

Looking up at the sky, I saw that the setting sun had painted the clouds on the horizon with vibrant colors.

The way of cultivation involves a balance of tension and relaxation.

He understands this principle well. Now that the path ahead is clear and his resolve is firm, he will not be impatient for quick success.

"Judging by the time, Junior Brother should be coming out of seclusion soon."

Dao Xuan's thoughts stirred slightly. This was shortly after Wan Jianyi took over as the head of Dragon Head Peak.

He then went into seclusion to attempt to break through to the Taiqing Realm, and more than a month has passed since then.

He could sense that the lofty and arrogant sword intent from the direction of Dragon Head Peak had reached its peak and was about to break through.

With Wan Jianyi, a powerful expert who has also entered the Taiqing Realm, presiding over Qingyun.

Only then could he truly leave the mountain gate with peace of mind to search for those two treasures.

"Master! Master! Have you finished your cultivation for today?"

Just as Dao Xuan's thoughts drifted away, that familiar yet slightly coquettish voice rang out again, breaking the tranquility of the back mountain.

Dao Xuan's expression remained unchanged, and he didn't even twitch the corner of his mouth.

He simply let out a soft "hmm" through his nose as a response.

A figure in emerald green, like a forest sprite, hopped excitedly to his side.

Biyao smiled sweetly, holding a steaming cup of tea in both hands.

She handed it to Dao Xuan, her little face beaming with a fawning and sickeningly sweet smile.

"Master, please have some tea. This was brewed by Yao'er using flower dew collected this morning, along with the tender buds from the old tea tree on the back mountain. Would you like to try some?"

Dao Xuan looked up and his gaze fell on her slender fingers holding the teacup.

Then the voice shifted to that bright little face that seemed to scream "Praise me!", its tone flat and emotionless:

"What's going on today?"

"Oh my god, Masashi! Why are you always like this?!"

Biyao immediately pouted her red lips, and her bright eyes instantly filled with tears.

He drew out his words with a wronged tone, as if he had suffered a great injustice.

"Does the real person think Yao'er is just someone who makes demands?"

Yao'er is truly grateful for the Master's mercy in sparing her life and for his lenient treatment; she only wishes to serve the Master wholeheartedly...

Dao Xuan didn't reply, but simply reached out and took the teacup.

My fingertips touched the cup wall, and the temperature was just right.

He brought it to his lips, gently blew away the floating leaf, and took a sip.

The tea is clear and refreshing, with a subtle floral fragrance and a touch of ethereal beauty; the brewing temperature was perfectly controlled.

If any Qingyun disciples familiar with Dao Xuan were here, they would be astonished to discover this.

At this moment, the sect leader's eyes remained calm, but the aura of authority that kept people at a distance had faded considerably.

There was even a very faint, almost imperceptible gentleness and helplessness in the corners of his eyes and brows.

This scene is truly bizarre.

The dignified leader of Qingyun Sect, a pillar of righteousness, actually presents such a... "harmonious" way of getting along with a captured demoness from a sensitive demonic sect.

Seeing that Dao Xuan remained silent, Bi Yao's eyes darted around, and she immediately put down the tea tray and moved behind Dao Xuan.

She raised her small fists and began to pound on his shoulders and back, neither too hard nor too lightly.

The technique was surprisingly skillful.

"It's a real person!"

As she pounded on the wound, she completely forgot about her earlier grievances, her voice so soft and sweet it could melt honey.

"Yao'er, could you... ask me for a very, very small favor?"

So small it's like...like a speck of dust!

Dao Xuan closed his eyes to rest, letting the little fists pound on his body for a while.