The opening scene reveals the story of Yao Lao, alarming the Soul Emperor.

Tianxing Mountain Range.

It is located in an extremely remote border zone in the northwest of the continent.

This place is shrouded in a gray, poisonous miasma year-round.

Various poisonous creatures lurk deep in the mountains and forests.

Ordinary mercenary groups wouldn't dare to venture deep into the area.

At this moment, at the entrance of a canyon on the outskirts of the mountains.

More than a dozen black figures were hidden behind the boulder.

The leader was a hawk.

He was accompanied by five Dou Huang-level elders and ten Dou Wang-level stewards from the branch hall.

This represents most of the high-end combat power of the branch hall.

Not far behind them, there was a large sedan chair made of black wood.

The sedan curtain was lifted slightly.

Hunyu sat upright inside, holding a cup of steaming tea in his hand.

The hawk wiped the sweat from its brow and walked to the sedan chair.

"Sir, we have been lying in ambush here for three hours."

"Will those people from the Starfall Pavilion really fall for it?"

Hunyu blew on the floating leaves on the surface of the tea.

"I left a clue at the entrance to the mountain range."

"They faked the traces of the Bone Spirit Cold Fire burning and set up a broken array."

"As long as the people from the Starfall Pavilion are still looking for Yao Chen, they won't let this suspicious point go."

"Wait patiently."

The eagle dared not say anything more and retreated behind the boulder.

Just half an incense stick later.

A faint sound of wind breaking came from the depths of the canyon.

Azure wind-attribute energy flowed through the forest.

Three elderly men dressed in blue robes landed on the ground that Hun Yu had tampered with.

They crouched down and examined the marks on the ground.

The eagle raised its hand, ready to give the order to attack.

Just then, an extremely terrifying aura descended from the sky.

The surrounding poisonous miasma was forcibly torn apart by this force.

An elderly man in a green robe with a full head of silver hair appeared in mid-air.

He stood on the void, without relying on any battle aura to form wings.

The eagle gasped.

He felt a chill run down his spine, and his legs began to tremble uncontrollably.

"Battle...Battle Venerable!"

"Why would the Fourth Master of the Starfall Pavilion come here in person!"

The silver-haired old man looked around and snorted coldly.

"Soul Palace rats, come out!"

"Trying to fool me with such a shoddy trap? You underestimate the Starfall Pavilion."

The sound, mixed with the pressure of a Dou Zun, crashed onto the surrounding boulders.

The boulder shattered.

The eagle and the dozen or so Soul Hall experts were all forced to reveal themselves.

Both the Douhuang and Douwang level stewards coughed up blood.

Even Wu Ying, a Dou Zong, was forced to kneel on one knee.

The silver-haired old man looked at the hawk with disdain.

"A mere Earth-level Protector dares to scheme against the people of my Starfall Pavilion."

"Since you've delivered yourselves to my doorstep, then I'll take your lives today."

The cyan wind-attribute battle qi gathered in the old man's hand into a huge wind blade.

The shadow of death loomed over all the Soul Hall personnel present.

The hawk was in despair.

He turned to look at the sedan chair behind him.

He thought everyone was going to perish here today.

Just as the wind blade was about to strike.

The sedan curtain was lifted by a white feather fan.

Hunyu slowly stepped out of the sedan chair.

He was not affected by the pressure from the Dou Zun at all.

The compensation the system gave him granted him a passive constitution that made him immune to all forms of pressure.

He walked up to the eagle, took out a handkerchief, and coughed twice.

"Cough cough..."

The silver-haired old man stopped what he was doing and looked at the white-robed youth who showed no signs of fighting spirit.

"What are you?"

"An ordinary person who doesn't even have any fighting spirit?"

Hunyu did not answer his question.

He put away his handkerchief and tossed the feather fan high into the air.

The feather fan rapidly disintegrated in mid-air.

It transformed into eight golden feathers, which fell in eight directions in the canyon.

Rest, life, injury, block, scene, death, shock, open.

The Eight Gates Formation was formed instantly.

"The Eight Trigrams Formation of Heavenly Dao".

"Start the battle."

Hunyu's lips moved slightly, and he uttered four words.

In an instant, the world changed color.

The pervasive poisonous miasma was dispersed by a golden light.

The entire canyon was shrouded in a huge, illusory image of the Bagua (Eight Trigrams).

The power of the earth's veins was forcibly extracted.

The clouds in the sky began to spin rapidly, forming a huge vortex.

The silver-haired old man's expression changed drastically.

He felt a tremendous force of heaven and earth that even he, a Dou Zun, could not resist.

"What kind of formation is this?!"

He swung the wind blade in his hand and slashed fiercely at the golden barrier.

The attack struck the barrier without even causing a ripple.

Hun Yu stood in the very center of the formation.

All attacks in the vicinity are automatically rejected.

He extended his index finger, pointing at the silver-haired old man in mid-air.

"Entering the Gate of Death."

The space inside the formation reversed.

The silver-haired old man was teleported to a completely enclosed, independent space.

Endless golden light transformed into countless sharp swords, shooting towards him from all directions.

"No!"

The old man frantically activated his fighting spirit for defense.

However, his fighting spirit was as fragile as paper in the face of the laws of heaven and earth borrowed by the Heavenly Dao Eight Trigrams Formation.

A thousand swords pierced my heart.

The screams lasted only three seconds before abruptly stopping.

A Dou Zun-level expert was strangled to death before everyone's eyes.

The remaining three Starfall Pavilion spies were completely wiped out the moment the formation was activated.

The golden light receded.

The eight feathers flew back into Hunyu's hand and were pieced together to form the white feather fan.

The canyon was so quiet that there wasn't even a sound of wind.

The eagle stared blankly at the blood rain falling from the sky.

All five Douhuang elders knelt on the ground, their bodies soaked in cold sweat.

Looking at Hunyu's retreating figure, they couldn't muster even a thought of resistance.

He didn't use a single bit of battle qi.

He simply tossed out a fan and uttered a few words.

They literally killed a Dou Zun.

Hunyu turned around and walked back to the sedan chair.

"Duck and Eagle".

He called out a name softly.

The hawk scrambled and crashed to Hunyu's feet, its head hitting the mud.

"What are your orders, sir?"

Hunyu fiddled with the feather fan.

"Find the tokens of the four masters of the Starfall Pavilion and bring them back to the branch hall."

"Write a battle report and send it to the Nine Heavens Venerable."

The hawk trembled with excitement.

With the merit of killing the Starfall Pavilion Dou Zun, he will definitely receive a large reward!

"I will never forget your great kindness, sir!"

a few days later.

In the distant Central Plains, deep within the Soul Realm.

Inside a grand hall of white bones suspended above dark clouds.

A middle-aged man with a refined appearance, dressed in gray and white clothes, sat on the throne.

He held a jade slip that had just been sent back in his hand.

It was the battle report that the hawk had submitted.

The man's gaze skipped over the duck's boastful words.

They locked onto a name at the end of the battle report.

Soul Feather.

"Without using battle qi, I can kill a Dou Zun."

The middle-aged man placed the jade slip on the table.

His identity is none other than the patriarch of the Soul Clan, the Soul Emperor.

"Go and bring that collateral descendant named Hun Yu from the Northwest Branch Hall back to the Soul Realm."

The Soul Emperor addressed the main hall below and gave an order.