Divine Root Bone

A deathly silence enveloped the battlefield for several breaths.

The next moment, the entire valley erupted in a deafening clamor!

Thousands of cultivators trembled, their eyes fixed on Zhang Yang, and cries of surprise rose and fell in waves.

"They've gone mad! They've really gone mad!!"

"He was only at the eighth level of Qi Refining before the war! And now he's at the second level of Foundation Establishment?!"

"Surpassing an entire major realm! This breakthrough speed is simply unprecedented!"

"What kind of extraordinary opportunity does the Chaotic Burial Valley hold, allowing someone to instantly cross the chasm between life and death?!"

Countless gazes converged, countless questions exploded, and everyone stared in disbelief at the young, tall figure.

The disciples of Qingyun Sect were dumbfounded, gasping repeatedly. Their gazes toward Zhang Yang had completely changed, transforming from that of a genius junior to an unparalleled prodigy.

Elders from all sides, independent cultivators from surrounding towns, and cultivators from villages whispered amongst themselves, all eager to know the answer—how exactly did he break through?!

Countless inquiring gazes fell upon Zhang Yang.

Facing the attention of the entire audience, Zhang Yang remained calm. When questioned by the crowd, he simply shook his head slightly, his expression indifferent, and stammered out a few words to brush it off.

"It was merely a stroke of luck in the secluded valley, nothing to boast about."

He was unwilling to reveal the top-secret opportunities of the Time Traversal Domain, Time Jade Marrow, and Reversing the Heavens Finger, refusing to utter a single detail.

Seeing this, everyone became even more eager to know what was going on; the more mysterious it was, the more unfathomable it seemed.

Just as everyone's curiosity reached its peak, Su Qingyao stepped forward gently, her eyes tender as she looked at everyone and slowly spoke.

Having witnessed the entire event and knowing the cause and effect, she now softly and slowly recounts everything that happened inside the Demon Lord's side hall.

"Just now, Junior Brother Zhang Yang and I accidentally entered a side hall in the Chaotic Burial Valley and were intercepted by four cultivators from the Black Fiend Sect. Three of them were at the late stage of the seventh level of Qi Refining, and one was at the peak of the ninth level of Qi Refining."

His words were soft, yet each one was like a thunderclap.

"The four of them joined forces to attack, their killing intent unleashed, wanting to seize the treasures on Junior Brother Zhang Yang's body. However, after Junior Brother broke through to the Foundation Establishment stage and appeared in the world, he suppressed the four of them with the pressure of his realm alone, rendering them unable to move. Then, he casually made a move, smashing their bodies with his fists and decapitating them with his sleeves. Within three breaths, he crushed and slaughtered them all, leaving no one alive."

As Su Qingyao spoke, her beautiful eyes turned slightly to the side, glancing indifferently at the location of the remnants of the Demonic Sect.

His tone was calm, yet it carried a sense of awe at witnessing it firsthand and a heartfelt respect for Zhang Yang.

Upon hearing this, the entire room fell silent once more!

The Qingyun Sect members were stunned, their scalps tingling with fear!

Foundation Building Stage Two!

He crushed four high-level Qi Refining cultivators!

It was still a three-breath instant kill, a complete massacre, with no stalemate whatsoever!

Meanwhile, the remaining members of the Black Fiend Cult heard it all clearly!

The heavily injured Ghost King, the chaotic You Sha Yuan, and the badly wounded Tu Jin all felt a sharp pain in their hearts and their blood surging as they listened!

All four of his carefully nurtured disciples have perished!

They might even be crushed or wiped out with a flick of their finger!

They were already defeated, severely wounded, and mentally broken. Upon hearing the truth, they were so angry that a metallic taste rose in their throats, causing them to vomit blood repeatedly. Their blood and qi were reversed, and they were overwhelmed with frustration, rage, and regret. They wished they could fight to the death on the spot, but they were already too weak to fight anymore.

hatred!

Overwhelming hatred and humiliation weighed heavily on the hearts of all the demonic cultivators!

At the same time, the Qingyun Sect's patriarch, sect leader, and several high-ranking members had slightly serious expressions.

The two entered the Burial Valley one after the other, with a very short interval between them. Su Qingyao was unharmed, while Zhang Yang broke through several levels and reached the second level of Foundation Establishment. He also obtained unparalleled fortune within the valley.

The secrets behind it are anything but simple.

However, everyone present was a seasoned cultivator, and they knew that cultivators' opportunities were determined by fate. They understood this but did not delve into the details. They simply nodded silently and kept this heaven-defying secret in their hearts.

As the noise subsided, all eyes turned back to Su Qingyao and Zhang Yang.

At this moment, when Su Qingyao spoke of Zhang Yang's incredible combat power, her eyes were filled with undisguised admiration and starlight.

Speaking softly with curved eyebrows, when talking about the youthful and ruthless demeanor, the corners of her mouth would unconsciously turn up slightly, and her cheeks would blush slightly. Every word she spoke carried a hint of gentle favoritism that others could perceive.

"Junior Brother Zhang Yang is calm and composed, with unparalleled combat prowess. He remains calm in the face of danger and can rise against the odds even when trapped in a desperate situation. If it weren't for Junior Brother Zhang, I would never have been able to escape unscathed this time."

His words were gentle and tender, carrying a heartfelt admiration and a hint of ambiguous tenderness.

This shy and adoring expression, along with her admiring gaze, was all seen by Yun Qingchan, the sect leader of Biyunlan Sect, who was not far away.

Having lived for hundreds of years and seen countless people, she saw through the budding romance in her own daughter at a glance. A knowing smile flashed across her eyes, but she remained silent and composed.

The disciples in the audience gradually sensed that something was amiss.

Why does a perfectly good account of the battle sound more and more like heartfelt praise and secret protection?

The crowd exchanged knowing glances, their eyes darting back and forth between Zhang Yang and Su Qingyao, each one secretly chuckling and their eyes brimming with gossip.

It's obvious to everyone—

During their perilous journey together in the Chaotic Burial Valley, it's clear that some secret feelings developed between the two of them, unknown to others.

Su Qingyao belatedly realized the ambiguous gazes from everyone present. Her cheeks instantly turned bright red, and she quickly stopped talking, not daring to utter another word. She lowered her eyes, her ears burning, too shy to look up at anyone.

Seeing this, Ling Xuanyuan, the peak Foundation Establishment ancestor of the Qingyun Sect, sharpened his gaze, no longer paying attention to matters of the heart, and slowly stepped out into the air.

The great battle must end, and the demonic path must be eradicated!

Although he had exhausted most of his spiritual power and was extremely tired, he was still more than capable of dealing with this group of defeated soldiers.

boom!

A wisp of the remaining pressure from the peak of the Foundation Establishment stage spread out once more!

With a wave of his hand, the ancestor's Taoist magic gathered in his palm, his moves crisp and clean, without the slightest hesitation.

The first ray of spiritual light pierced through the air, precisely locking onto Elder Tu Jin, who was heavily injured and powerless to resist!

A body at the seventh level of Foundation Establishment is like paper in front of peak Dao power!

The spiritual light fell upon his body, shattering his bones and destroying his foundation!

With a single move, Tu Jin died on the spot!

Immediately afterwards, Ancestor Qingyun unleashed another attack with his backhand, a golden light of Daoist magic!

Face the already mentally broken and severely injured You Sha Yuan!

You Sha Yuan fought desperately, but he couldn't even withstand one-tenth of Qing Yun Ancestor's strength!

boom!

His body exploded, blood splattered everywhere, and the Black Fiend Sect Master fell on the spot!

The entire room fell silent!

Finally, their gaze fell upon the Ghost King, who lay on the ground, severely injured and on the verge of death.

The Ghost King raised his blood-stained head, his eyes arrogant and filled with murderous intent. Even in his crushing defeat and near death, he remained proud and unyielding, refusing to beg for mercy.

Ling Xuanyuan's gaze was solemn, his voice resounded through the mountains and rivers, and his righteous spirit was awe-inspiring:

"Your Black Fiend Sect has slaughtered cultivators, wreaked havoc in the Southern Region, and harmed countless lives for years, committing heinous crimes that are unforgivable! Today's battle is your retribution for your demonic ways!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the Qingyun Ancestor unleashed the Qingyun Sect's legendary and renowned technique, a dazzling azure light piercing the sky!

To preserve the last vestige of dignity of a cultivator, a single move was frank, domineering, and fair!

The radiance fades!

With a muffled groan, the Ghost King vanished completely from the world!

The Black Fiend Cult has lost all three of its top leaders!

The demonic cultivators' fighting spirit vanished completely!

At this moment, the great battle between the demonic sect and the main sect in the Southern Region has come to a complete end!

The entire valley erupted in a deafening roar of cheers!

The disciples of the Qingyun Sect raised their arms and shouted, their voices echoing throughout the mountains and rivers!

After years of confrontation between good and evil, the dust has finally settled today. The Qingyun Sect has won a great victory and its power shakes the Southern Region!

Ling Xuanyuan stood high in the sky, gazing at the vast battlefield below, and solemnly declared:

"From this moment forward, all personnel shall rest, treat the wounded, collect the remains, and clean up the battlefield!"

"This battle has solidified the格局 (geju, a term referring to the overall situation or landscape) of the Southern Region, and our Qingyun Sect has officially entered a period of recuperation and strength building!"

"The entire army returns to the mountains to recuperate and prepare for the day when the winds of change rise again, and we will once again defend our land!"

At a single command, everything proceeded in perfect order.

The smoke from the battle slowly dissipated, and the pervasive atmosphere of bloodshed completely subsided.

The ultimate holy war between the Qingyun Sect and the Black Fiend Sect, which shocked the entire Southern Region and attracted the attention of all forces, was a major event.

And so, it came to a perfect end, and everything was settled!