This is the true immortal of the Taoist sect.

Ye Tingzhou struggled to get up, and his first reaction was to turn around and run away.

However, as soon as he turned around, he saw a man in a blue robe standing in front of him, looking at him coldly.

Ye Tingzhou's clothes were no ordinary item; they remained intact despite such a heavy blow.

But his body clearly couldn't withstand it, and blood began to flow continuously from the corner of his mouth.

A moment of panic flashed in Ye Tingzhou's eyes, then he drew his sword, his breathing gradually becoming steady, and he looked directly at Li Daoxuan, his eyes no longer showing any fear.

Seeing this, Li Daoxuan simply smiled faintly. No matter how strong-willed a person is, he could not earn Li Daoxuan's high regard for someone who so casually slaughters ordinary people.

Li Daoxuan's biggest regret now is that he was unable to kill the other seven people with his own hands; he was caught off guard and they escaped.

However, before taking action, Li Daoxuan still wanted to ask them where they came from.

However, before he could speak, Ye Tingzhou said coldly:

"I know what you want to ask, but give up. I won't say another word to you."

Upon hearing this, Li Daoxuan nodded, flipped his hand, and an item appeared in his palm—a bronze bell.

Upon seeing this, Ye Tingzhou's eyes widened suddenly.

The longsword in his hand began to gleam, his internal energy surged wildly, and his eyes instantly turned bloodshot.

Ye Tingchang raised his longsword, and a powerful sword aura soared into the sky.

In an instant, it seemed as if hundreds of long swords were hanging upside down in the sky.

All the sword tips were pointing at Li Daoxuan.

Such swordsmanship is truly extraordinary.

He's going to start working incredibly hard.

In the past, Li Daoxuan might have been interested in sparring with him to verify the "One Like Sword Scripture".

However, he has no interest in it now.

Li Daoxuan raised his hand, and the Taiyi Xuanhuang Cauldron hovered above his head.

At the same time, Ye Tingzhou's sword also landed.

The sword energy, like a rain of arrows, crashed down wildly, leaving the already shattered forest unrecognizable.

However, Li Daoxuan remained unmoved, like a passerby standing in the rain with an umbrella.

His eyes were cold, and he held a yellow talisman in his hand. He raised his hand, waved it, and said softly:

"Certainly..."

In an instant, all the sword rain disappeared, and Ye Tingzhou's body was frozen in place like a sculpture.

The fighting spirit in his eyes turned into fear and madness as he desperately tried to reactivate the immobilization charm's power.

However, Li Daoxuan did not give him another chance. He raised the Soul-Suppressing Bell in his other hand and shook it gently.

"Ding... Ding..."

A pleasant bell rang.

It sounds beautiful, but it also has an inexplicable eeriness about it.

Ye Tingzhou's eyes slowly sank into confusion and chaos, and his mind began to become hazy and uncertain.

Li Daoxuan asked in a deep voice:

"Tell me, where are you from?"

Ye Tingzhou replied almost without hesitation:

"Southern Li Prefecture, Qingyun Sword Sect..."

Li Daoxuan frowned, somewhat surprised.

He had read some geographical information about Da Zhao and the surrounding countries, but there was no place called Nanli Prefecture, and he had never heard of any Qingyun Sword Sect.

Why did you come here?

Ye Tingzhou seemed dazed and mumbled:

"We've come here to seize this opportunity."

"What opportunity?"

"The spiritual energy of this world is depleted, lacking that spark of vitality. For all things in the world to transcend the mortal realm is as difficult as ascending to heaven. But if they can transcend the mortal realm, things like vengeful ghosts, spirits, and spiritual plants, once taken away from this world, can display immense potential..."

This world...

Li Daoxuan noticed this word, which meant that these people were not from the same world as them.

What does this mean?

"You say this world... does that mean our world isn't the same as yours?"

Ye Tingzhou seemed hesitant about this question, but it wasn't that he was unwilling to answer; rather, it was as if he didn't know how to explain it.

After a moment, he mumbled indistinctly:

"The Great World of Xuanhuang comprises the Three Regions and Nine Provinces, and contains thirty-six grotto-heavens and seventy-two blessed lands."

"This world..."

"Named..."

Suddenly, Ye Tingzhou's body began to convulse, his eyes rolled back, and he foamed at the mouth.

Li Daoxuan was extremely anxious and quickly shook the Soul-Suppressing Bell, asking:

"What is it called?"

Ye Tingzhou's speech was already slurred, but he still answered honestly:

"It is named...Mid-grade...Essential Netherworld...Grotto-heaven..."

At this point, Ye Tingzhou could no longer hold on. His soul could not withstand the power of the Soul-Suppressing Bell, and he was completely annihilated.

Li Daoxuan held the Soul-Suppressing Bell in his hand, staring at Ye Tingzhou's limp corpse, unable to calm down for a long time.

"Mid-grade Netherworld Cave Heaven?"

Thirty-six celestial grottoes, seventy-two blessed lands...

In other words, the place he is currently in, and even the Great Zhao Kingdom and the surrounding countries, is just a small world among these 108 blessed lands...

Beyond this small world lies an even more vast and expansive great world—the Xuanhuang Great World.

The system had mentioned the name "Xuanhuang World," and Li Daoxuan had also sensed it before; the world he was in was extremely vast.

But little did he know that he was actually in a small world.

No wonder Ye Tingzhou and his group didn't consider the people of this world to be their own kind; they even called them "natives" and "ants" at every turn.

Because in their eyes, the people in this so-called mid-grade spiritual cave are like cattle, sheep, pigs, and dogs that have been kept in captivity.

That's why they felt no remorse whatsoever for killing the family in the West City Villa.

"A grotto-heaven...a small world..."

Li Daoxuan raised his head, looked at the sky, and murmured to himself.

He still has many questions, but he has no way of knowing them now.

For example, how to leave this small world and go to the Xuanhuang Great World that Ye Tingzhou mentioned.

This feeling made Li Daoxuan very uncomfortable, as if there were a group of even more powerful beings in the heavens above, watching him intently and observing his every move.

This involuntarily stirred within Li Daoxuan an impulse to break all of this.

However, this kind of question is relatively unrealistic now.

Li Daoxuan squatted down and began searching for useful information from Ye Tingzhou.

After searching high and low, all they found was a bag about the size of a money pouch, covered with all sorts of runes that were too dense to see clearly.

Besides this small bag, all that remained were Ye Tingzhou's obviously extraordinary clothes and that longsword of exceptional quality.

Li Daoxuan didn't want the clothes, so he took out a fire spirit talisman and burned them to ashes along with Ye Tingzhou's corpse.

However, before burning him, Li Daoxuan still endured the nausea and chopped off Ye Tingzhou's head with his sword.

The longsword is not bad; it still has some use.

As for that small pocket, Li Daoxuan couldn't help but have some guesses.

"This thing...could it be the legendary Qiankun bag?"

Thinking of this, Li Daoxuan reached out and untied the knot, peering inside. It was all blurry and he couldn't see anything clearly.

So he turned the bag upside down and poured it all out.

What kind of things will be poured out?