Fantasy: I, the Great Celestial Venerable of the Dao

Dugu Yuyun nodded bitterly.

Today, Mount Shu has suffered a great calamity. The Demon-Sealing Tower has collapsed, the evil energy at the bottom of the tower has escaped, and the Demon-Suppressing Sword has been stolen...

The rich cultural heritage of Shushan, spanning millennia, was almost completely destroyed.

"Which direction did Chonglou go?" Daoxuan suddenly asked.

Dugu Yuyun pointed southeast: "It seems to be the direction of Yuzhou City."

Dao Xuan said no more, formed a hand seal, and sent a golden talisman into the damaged Demon-Locking Tower.

The talisman transformed into golden chains, temporarily sealing the tower.

"I'll go after Chonglou first. The Demon Lord's appearance in the human realm is of utmost importance."

Dao Xuan spoke faster, "Brother Dugu, you should repair the Demon Locking Tower as soon as possible. I will send a message to Qingyun to send someone to help."

Having said that, Dao Xuan transformed into a streak of silver light and vanished into the void.

Dugu Yuyun gazed at the light disappearing into the horizon and murmured, "Dao Xuan Zhenren... has his cultivation reached such a level?"

An elder nearby whispered, "Sect Leader, when Dao Xuan Zhenren suppressed the three Demon Emperors, it seemed he used... the essence of water and fire?"

"More than that." Dugu Yuyun shook his head. "That's a divine power that touches upon the laws of heaven and earth."

Dao Xuan Zhenren has probably already taken half a step towards that goal.

The elders were horrified.

That step represents a realm that no one in the cultivation world has reached for thousands of years.

Yuzhou City, the backyard of Yong'an Pawnshop.

Jing Tian squatted in the corner, holding a broken bowl in his hands, which contained half a bowl of thin porridge that he had just begged for.

He scooped up a spoonful and put it in his mouth, smacked his lips, and muttered to himself, "If only there were two pieces of meat..."

"You are Fei Peng."

A deep voice sounded from behind, startling Jing Tian so much that his hand trembled and he spilled half of the porridge.

He turned around abruptly and saw a red-haired man standing about 30 feet away.

The man was burly, with two horns on his head, a face as hard as cast iron, and a pair of red eyes staring intently at him.

Jing Tian's legs went weak, and he almost knelt down.

"Sir...you've mistaken me for someone else?" Jing Tian forced a smile. "My name is Jing Tian, ​​Jing as in Jing Tian, ​​Tian as in Jing Tian. I'm just a pawnshop clerk, not some Fei Peng..."

Chonglou frowned: "I will not mistake you."

He took a step forward, and Jing Tian scrambled backward to avoid him.

Just then, five figures descended from the sky and stood in front of Jing Tian.

"Who are you? Why are you making things difficult for a mere mortal?"

The speaker was Xiao Yicai. He was dressed in a blue Taoist robe, holding a long sword, and looking at Chonglou with a solemn expression.

Standing behind him were Lu Xueqi, Zhao Ling'er, Li Xiaoyao, and Tang Xuejian.

The five were originally scheduled to return to Qingyun today, but Tang Xue saw that her grandfather, Tang Kun, was seriously injured and on the verge of death.

The injuries have been temporarily sealed off; they need to return to Qingyun to retrieve medicine.

Unexpectedly, while passing through Chongqing, I witnessed this scene.

Chonglou didn't even glance at the five people; his gaze remained fixed on Jingtian: "Get out of the way."

Xiao Yicai gripped the sword hilt tightly: "Your Excellency..."

"roll!"

Chonglou waved his right hand, and crimson demonic energy surged out like a wave.

Xiao Yicai's expression changed drastically. He raised his sword to block, and the blade lit up with the light of the Big Dipper.

Lu Xueqi drew her sword at the same time, Tianya was unsheathed, and the icy sword energy slashed towards the demonic energy.

But it didn't work.

In the face of an absolute power disparity, any skill is futile.

The five men were struck as if by a heavy hammer, all coughing up blood and flying backward, crashing into the adjacent courtyard wall.

Amidst the flying bricks and stones, Xiao Yicai struggled to his feet, his internal organs aching as if they had shifted.

"Qingyun Sect...a disciple of Dao Xuan Zhenren..." Xiao Yicai gritted his teeth, "Who exactly are you?"

Chonglou finally glanced at him, his crimson eyes filled with impatience: "Ant, you are not worthy to know my name."

He raised his hand, and a ball of black and red demonic flame condensed in his palm.

As the flames flickered, the surrounding space distorted, the temperature plummeted, yet there was also the illusion of scorching the soul.

Jing Tian collapsed to the ground.

Oh no, I'm really going to die here today.

I haven't gotten married yet, I haven't made a fortune, and I haven't tasted all the delicious food in the world...

Just as the demonic flames were about to fall, a furious roar came from the horizon:

"Chonglou! You dare!"

The sound was like thunder from the heavens, shaking the entire city of Yuzhou.

A silvery-white light shot out from the west, so fast that it tore through the air and emitted a piercing shriek.

The light landed and transformed into Dao Xuan's figure.

He glanced at his five seriously injured disciples, his eyes blazing with fury.

With a wave of his hand, five gentle streams of magical power flowed into Xiao Yicai and the others, stabilizing their meridians which were on the verge of collapse.

"Master!" Zhao Ling'er cried out, her voice trembling with tears.

Dao Xuan nodded to her, then turned around to face Chonglou.

The gazes of the two strongest figures of their time clashed in mid-air.

The void emitted crackling sounds, an unusual phenomenon resulting from the clash of invisible forces.

Centered on the two people, the ground began to crack, and the cracks spread out like a spider web for hundreds of feet.

The houses next door collapsed with a loud crash, sending dust billowing everywhere.

Protected by Xiao Yicai, Jing Tian stared blankly at Dao Xuan's retreating figure, muttering, "This...this is Dao Xuan Zhenren?"

Xiao Yicai swallowed the healing pill and whispered, "Master is here, everything's alright."

Dao Xuan and Chong Lou faced off, their auras rising steadily.

Behind Chonglou, black and red demonic energy surged into the sky, transforming into a dark, sun-covering cloud of demonic energy.

Within the demonic clouds, it seemed as if countless demons roared, the blood moon hung in the sky, and the demonic realm descended upon the mortal world.

Behind Dao Xuan, the Tai Chi diagram of water and fire slowly rotated.

The left half is crimson like flames, with the phantom of the Eight Desolate Fire Dragon swirling around; the right half is dark blue like the sea, with the Xuanming True Water surging.

The Tai Chi symbol continued to expand, covering half the sky and standing in opposition to the demonic clouds.

The entire city of Yuzhou was divided in two.

Half of it is filled with demonic energy, ghostly wails, and divine howls; the other half is a blend of water and fire, brimming with Taoist charm.

The people in the city were terrified and knelt down to pray.

The cultivators flew onto the rooftops one after another, looking in the direction of the two, their faces filled with horror.

"That...that's demonic energy?!"

"The other group is... from the Qingyun Sect! It's Dao Xuan Zhenren!"

"A demon who can stand against Dao Xuan Zhenren... could he be from the Demon Realm?"

Chonglou stared at Daoxuan, his crimson eyes blazing with fighting spirit: "You are very strong."

Dao Xuan said coldly, "Chonglou, how did you break through the boundary to come to the mortal realm?"

"Defeat me, and I'll tell you." Chonglou grinned, revealing his gleaming white teeth.

He stretched out his hands, and wrist blades sprang out, their dark red edges seemingly drinking the blood of all living beings.

Dao Xuan said no more, and made a fist with his right hand.

The Zhuxian Sword appeared out of thin air. Its blade was neither gold nor iron, but entirely silver-white, with fine runes flowing across it.

The moment the sword appeared, all the swords in Yuzhou City hummed – ten thousand swords paid homage!

"The Immortal Execution Sword..." Chonglou's fighting spirit intensified.

"Very well! Let me see if you, the number one person in the mortal realm, are worthy of wielding this sword!"

Before he finished speaking, Chonglou moved.

He took a step and disappeared.

It's fast enough to tear space apart.

The next instant, he appeared above Dao Xuan's head and slashed down with his wrist blade.

Where the blade passed, black cracks were ripped open in the space.

Dao Xuan raised his sword.

"clang--!!!"

The sound of metal clashing echoed for miles.

A circular shockwave spread out from the two people.

All buildings within a radius of a hundred feet were instantly reduced to dust.