This is the true immortal of the Taoist sect.

Zhu Yan tilted her head and looked at Cang Que, her eyes seeming to say, "Where did this idiot come from?"

With its abilities, it could naturally tell at a glance that Cang Que was poisoned and unable to use his internal energy. How could it dare to say that it could hold it off?

Wang Jingshu rolled her eyes, stood up and said:

"Get out of the way..."

Cang Que still stood at the front, saying without hesitation:

"Don't worry, it might not be able to kill me. You should leave quickly..."

Wang Jingshu sighed helplessly, took out a talisman and stuck it directly on Cang Que's back, then lifted his belt and swung it behind him.

It flung Cang Que far away, and when he landed, he felt incredibly light.

Zhu Yan's expression changed noticeably when he saw how Wang Jingshu had immobilized Cang Que.

He let out a soft hum, seemingly somewhat displeased.

Wang Jingshu didn't notice this; her state was clearly different at this moment. Strands of Daoist energy slowly emanated from her body, and it seemed as if a vast aura was gathering in the world.

The spiritual energy from all directions began to surge in, surrounding Wang Jingshu's body and forming a visible whirlwind of spiritual energy.

Zhu Yan's eyes lit up upon seeing this.

"Oh, you actually broke through at the last minute?"

"But judging from your technique, it seems a little lacking..."

Wang Jingshu's eyes were solemn, and an immense aura of majesty poured down from her, a blessing from the unique Daoist fortune bestowed upon her as a disciple of the Dao Ancestor, certified by Heaven and Earth.

"Since you say my cultivation level is insufficient, then... I will advance to the next level..."

The sky is ever-changing.

Whether it was because of dusk or something else, the flowing clouds in the sky were all tinged with a purple-gold glow.

Beams of light descended from the sky, enveloping Wang Jingshu.

Her natal magic sword became exceptionally active, shooting straight into the pillar of light, seemingly undergoing some kind of transformation.

Zhu Yan was greatly excited upon seeing this scene and laughed loudly, saying:

"Hahaha... Little kid, this breakthrough isn't quite complete yet. Come here, let Grandpa Zhu help you..."

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhu Yan stomped his foot hard on the ground, and in an instant, the entire mountain forest shook violently.

It roared to the sky, its powerful roar causing all the strange beasts within hundreds of miles to tremble in fear.

Under that terrifying pressure, Zhu Yan's body began to expand rapidly.

In just a few breaths, it grew to a hundred feet in size, standing tall like a mountain, and with every move it made, it seemed to possess a world-destroying power.

"Come on, try Grandpa Zhu's fist..."

Zhu Yan roared.

Then a fist as huge as a mountain came down from the sky and smashed hard towards Wang Jingshu.

Wherever it passed, even the void itself rippled.

The spiritual energy of heaven and earth exploded directly in front of its fist.

Although the fist had not yet landed, the wind it generated caused the already collapsed ground to sink even deeper.

If that punch had landed, even with Wang Jingshu's cultivation level, she would probably have died on the spot.

But Wang Jingshu remained calm and unmoved throughout.

She slowly closed her eyes, but the instant her eyes closed, her mind suddenly expanded.

Her primordial spirit separated from her physical body and manifested behind her.

It was a hundred feet tall, dressed in a red and white Taoist robe, surrounded by an ethereal aura, like a goddess descending from the heavens.

"Just like..."

The primordial spirit spoke softly, its voice seemingly coming from the heavens, carrying boundless majesty.

High in the sky, the sword that had been suspended in the pillar of light returned in an instant, hanging upside down in front of the primordial spirit body.

"go..."

The primordial spirit raised its hand and pointed, and a sword-like cry, like a dragon's roar, pierced through the void and met the mountain-like fist that came crashing down.

"clang..."

A deafening roar echoed across the land.

With a burst of energy, another destructive storm swept through.

In the distance, Cang Que's expression changed drastically. The protective immortal weapon bestowed upon him by his sect was activated, shielding him from the wind. He was swept away by the gale and thrown far away.

"That felt good... let's do it again..."

Zhu Yan was pleased to see that Wang Jingshu had actually forced his fist back with a sword.

His fighting spirit erupted once more.

Flames suddenly burst forth from his hands.

Wang Jingshu's primordial spirit avatar was solemn, her hands forming a hand seal, and she said in a clear voice:

"Lin, Bing, Dou, Zhe, Jie, Zhen, Lie, Qian, Xing... Shenlong Zhuxie..."

A massive magic array coalesced above the head of the primordial spirit, obscuring a large portion of the sky.

"Aww..."

Dragon roars echoed from the magic array.

Immediately afterwards, three enormous golden dragons flew out of the magic array one after another, heading towards Zhu Yan.

It wasn't over yet. Wang Jingshu pointed her fingers in front of her chest, and with a sword gesture, the sword immediately shone brightly.

Endless sword energy erupted from the sword, transforming into countless flying swords that instantly filled the sky, weaving through the air and forming a sword array that charged towards Zhu Yan...

The three dragons formed from the Nine Syllable Mantra flew into the air and merged into the sword formation. The two combined, greatly increasing their power.

Even Zhu Yan felt a sense of pressure.

Seeing the approaching sword formation, Zhu Yan's eyes burned with even greater fervor.

"Hahaha...Good timing..."

Zhu Yan did not dodge at all, and directly let the sword formation envelop him.

He then unleashed his divine power, scattering the flying swords that had transformed into golden dragons after being imbued with the power of the divine dragon.

At this moment, Wang Jingshu had reached the most critical juncture.

The energy of heaven and earth surged forth, and spiritual energy was rapidly refined into magical power.

It began to circulate and compress wildly within her dantian.

Wang Jingshu withdrew her primordial spirit and entered a state of enlightenment.

All the spiritual practice and experiences of the past few decades flowed through her mind.

The insights she gained from within her heart quickly strengthened her primordial spirit and magical power.

"Kendo...why do I always feel like my kendo is incomplete?"

Wang Jingshu was not in a hurry; she was still pondering the question that had troubled her for a long time.

Can her swordsmanship take another step forward?

It's not about taking another step forward in cultivation, nor in swordsmanship, but whether the upper limit of the sword path she's on can be further advanced.

"Where exactly are the limits of swordsmanship?"

Wang Jingshu gradually entered a state of enlightenment.

Although she had an epiphany, her battle with Zhu Yan did not stop.

The sword techniques continued to change, and the sword formation even showed a tendency to strengthen.

Zhu Yan shattered a large number of golden dragon flying swords with a single palm strike, but the sword formation's power not only did not weaken in the slightest, but actually increased.

Upon witnessing this scene, Zhu Yan's ferocity as a mythical beast was also unleashed.

Its crimson eyes projected two terrifying red beams, and it roared fiercely, its voice shaking the heavens.

Their limbs seemed to be stepping on raging fire as they soared into the air.

A phantom of a demonic ape, even larger than its true form, appeared behind it. The demonic ape's claws plunged directly into the sword formation, unleashing terrifying power and roaring as it tore the entire sword formation apart.

Not far away, Wang Jingshu's body trembled, and a trickle of blood slowly spilled from the corner of her mouth.

But she still hasn't emerged from that state of sudden enlightenment.

"Kendo...the sword...what is Kendo?"