This is the true immortal of the Taoist sect.

The vengeful spirits around them slowly retreated, their roars filled with intense awe.

Li Daoxuan stopped and looked ahead with a solemn expression.

For a moment, an extremely oppressive atmosphere enveloped the surroundings.

With Li Daoxuan's current cultivation level at the Five Qi Realm, he has long surpassed the demigod realm, the highest level of Earth Immortal. However, since he has never met the Martial God, he is still unsure whether he is a match for the Martial God.

But with the supernatural powers of the Thirty-Six Heavenly Gang Techniques, Li Daoxuan was confident that even a martial god might not be able to kill him.

However, in this forbidden area of ​​the Soul Sea, he dared not easily reveal his primordial spirit, and his strength was suppressed to only one or two tenths.

Therefore, Li Daoxuan felt somewhat uncertain when facing this terrifying being who had not yet shown himself.

Finally, Li Daoxuan saw the being that had instilled fear in all the vengeful spirits even before it appeared.

In the mist, only a huge, blurry silhouette could be seen.

The only distinguishing feature is its shape, which resembles that of a human.

Through the mist, two dark eyes gleamed, staring intently at Li Daoxuan, or rather, at the Taiyi Xuanhuang Cauldron above Li Daoxuan's head.

Li Daoxuan could tell that the other party seemed to be somewhat wary as well.

This being is clearly different from the other vengeful spirits in the mist; it has acquired a certain level of intelligence and the ability to think.

Li Daoxuan was also staring intently at it, his hand seals for the Five Thunder Orthodox Method already poised to be unleashed.

Thunder magic is the most effective way to subdue these evil and malevolent entities.

The two souls stared at each other from afar, neither daring to make a move.

About ten breaths later, the terrifying vengeful spirit finally moved. Perhaps weighing the pros and cons and feeling that it was not confident of capturing Li Daoxuan, it slowly retreated and disappeared into the mist.

However, Li Daoxuan did not relax his efforts; the hand seals of the Five Thunder Orthodox Method were still ready to be unleashed.

"roar..."

Sure enough, the monster didn't give up so easily.

A deep roar rang out, like a bugle call on the battlefield.

In an instant, all the vengeful spirits around them roared to the sky at the same time.

The sounds they make are inaudible to the naked ear, but they can penetrate the soul.

If this were an ordinary person here, just hearing this sound would probably shatter their soul.

Even accomplished martial artists cannot withstand it, unless they have entered the seventh level of cultivation and begun to refine their spirit, whose souls are far more stable than ordinary people, and perhaps they can resist it to some extent.

But in this place, martial artists are clearly at a greater disadvantage.

Tens of thousands of vengeful spirits roared in unison. Although they could not break through Li Daoxuan's Golden Light Divine Mantra protection, they did cause Li Daoxuan's expression to change slightly.

Immediately afterwards, the mist began to churn, and the vengeful spirits, like thousands of troops charging on a battlefield, fearlessly rushed towards Li Daoxuan.

"They're trying to wear me down with their Soul Sea tactics, then take all the spoils..."

Li Daoxuan immediately understood the intention of the terrifying being from before.

Unexpectedly, it was able to control these vengeful spirits, making them overcome their instinctive fear of being reduced to ashes and charge at Li Daoxuan.

Li Daoxuan had no choice but to use thunder magic to fight back.

In an instant, he was engulfed by an endless torrent of vengeful spirits, disappearing without a trace. All that could be seen were streaks of lightning flashing continuously, and the mysterious yellow light emanating from the Taiyi Xuanhuang Cauldron.

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On the other side, deep within the forbidden area of ​​the Soul Sea, Nangong Yue stood trembling.

A glance around revealed a bizarre and dreamlike scene.

Looking down, you can't see the ground beneath your feet; it's as if a river of stars is flowing around you.

The surrounding void had no walls, no sky, nothing at all.

Only various colorful scents drifted by, creating a dazzling spectacle that captivated people without them even realizing it.

But Nangong Yue remained clear-headed throughout.

Moreover, she could vaguely see the terrifying truths hidden behind these dazzling auras.

It seems that countless creatures are hiding inside, screaming in agony.

It seems that these dazzling auras are formed from the condensed souls of those living beings.

Nangong Yue dared not look any longer, gripping her sword tightly, and carefully walked through this strange space where there were no directions or ups and downs.

"Master Li...Master Li..."

Nangong Yue called out softly, her voice trembling. As soon as she opened her mouth, her voice seemed to be cut into countless fragments, becoming chaotic and disordered.

Even she herself couldn't hear what she was shouting...

"What the hell is this place...?"

Nangong Yue felt like crying but had no tears left.

Her only hope now is Li Daoxuan. If Li Daoxuan cannot come to save her, she will really have no other choice.

Nangong Yue walked for a while but couldn't find the exit, so she simply sat down cross-legged, closed her eyes, and calmed her mind to regulate her breathing.

Unbeknownst to Nangong Yue, at the very moment she stopped, a glint of light suddenly appeared somewhere deep within this void.

Immediately afterwards, a tiny speck of dust, almost invisible to the naked eye, drifted out from the endless chaotic spacetime.

Drifting and swaying, following those dazzling auras, they arrived in front of Nangong Yue.

If Nangong Yue were to open her eyes at this moment, she would surely see this speck of dust.

It was a speck of dust that was infinitely small to the naked eye but infinitely large to the mind. It was indescribable how strange it was, existing somewhere between existence and illusion.

If one could perceive it with their soul, they would see that a single grain of dust seemed to contain a complete world.

Dust drifted and floated around Nangong Yue, as if scrutinizing her.

Suddenly, the dust settled, and a faint glimmer of light appeared.

The colorful aura in the void fell vertically and landed on Nangong Yue without any hindrance.

Nangong Yue was suddenly awakened, her body trembling violently.

Before she could react, the colorful aura pierced through her body and entered her body.

Pushing along her meridians, her martial arts true energy, at the fourth level, was as if it were nothing in front of this colorful aura, posing no obstacle whatsoever.

In just a moment, it broke through all the barriers in Nangong Yue's meridians. From the perspective of martial arts cultivation, it was as if it opened up her meridians, bringing unimaginable benefits.

But it was clear that the purpose of that colorful aura was not to do good, but to completely destroy the source of all of Nangong Yue's meridians—the dantian.

Not only that, the aura split in two, with the other one rushing straight into her spiritual sea of ​​consciousness and invading her spiritual platform and dantian.

As a martial artist, Nangong Yue naturally understood what this action meant.

The will to survive made her forget her fear; all her energy and spirit were fiercely resisting, and her blood and qi began to boil, trying to expel this strange aura from her body.

However, Nangong Yue's cultivation level was too low.

During this process, her vital energy was like fuel for a lamp, rapidly depleting.

But for some reason, even though she was in dire straits, Nangong Yue still had no intention of giving up.

Instead, an indomitable will and an overwhelming anger surged forth.

Her eyes were bloodshot, and the veins on her face and neck were bulging.

He raised his hand and slammed his fist into his chest, shouting fiercely:

"Get out of here..."