The sun and moon are both wrong; who made him seek the Dharma

"I underestimated him this time. That guy's supernatural ability can transfer his attacks and his own injuries."

Hai Zhengfeng raised an eyebrow, a hint of seriousness flashing in his heterochromatic eyes:

"Such bizarre supernatural power?"

Wu Yuanzhen nodded, his expression still tense as he recalled the battle just now:

"He can even twist his own head off and then use his supernatural powers to recreate the decapitation wound."

Li Changqing was taken aback, then smiled:

"No wonder you look so pathetic. You're not even trying to be tough this time."

Wu Yuanzhen glared at him fiercely, but did not refute him.

After a moment of silence, he sighed again:

"If it weren't for another comrade who intervened in time, I would have almost been defeated this time."

Upon hearing this, both of their expressions changed simultaneously.

Li Changqing frowned:

"Someone else came before the two of us?"

Wu Yuanzhen was also stunned, and blinked:

"Huh? You didn't shake it over here?"

I thought the young man looked unfamiliar and assumed he was a newly attained Supreme Being.

Li Changqing was even more astonished:

"In the past three years, apart from the sect leader who suddenly appeared in the Nine Realms Sect."

Where did this new supreme ruler come from?

Before he finished speaking, a black mist surged on the open ground beside Wu Yuanzhen.

The black mist was as thick as ink, seeping out from the void.

Silently, as if a black curtain had been lifted from the middle.

A figure slowly emerged from the black fog.

His steps were steady, his breathing even, and he carried a corpse in his hand. It had a blue face and fangs and was clearly a Nirvana Corpse.

His clothes were stained with some black blood, but there were no obvious wounds on his body.

Li Changqing stared at the corpse of the Dharma Corpse, completely stunned.

The corpse that even Lao Wu couldn't handle was actually killed by this guy?

He carefully examined Xia Chuan's youthful face and the undamaged hem of his clothes, his gaze sweeping over Xia Chuan several times. There wasn't a single scratch.

and.

Li Changqing frowned deeply as he looked at the black mist surrounding Xia Chuan.

Where did this guy come from?

Wu Yuanzhen looked at him with a complicated expression.

He originally thought that Xia Chuan had only "come to help" and at most restrained Huang Liang.

I never expected this guy to kill Huang Liang so cleanly and efficiently.

"May I ask who you are?"

Wu Yuanzhen spoke, his tone more solemn than before.

Xia Chuan smiled and straightened his back:

"Xia Chuan, the 218th generation leader of the Sanzhen Dharma Sect."

The group exchanged glances, all in disbelief.

Three Truths.

Another Supreme-level character has been released?

The Gate to the Nine Realms. A secret chamber.

The candlelight flickered, casting the shadows of the two people on the wall that appeared to grow longer and shorter.

Pan Nanjun sat cross-legged on a futon, his eyes closed beneath a bronze mask, with more than a dozen life lamps on a long table in front of him.

The lamps varied in size and brightness, each corresponding to the life of a Dharma Corpse within the Nine Realms Gate.

The largest of the life-saving lamps, the Yellow Millet Lamp, has already gone out.

A wisp of smoke remained on the wick, slowly rising into the air before disappearing without a trace.

Pan Nanjun opened his eyes, stared at the extinguished light, and remained silent for a long time.

"Is Huang Liang dead?"

A voice came from the corner of the secret room.

"More than that."

Chen's voice was calm, devoid of emotion, "Including all of our sect's hundreds of elders, we all died."

Pan Nanjun's expression changed, and his brows furrowed into a tight knot beneath the bronze mask.

"How could this be?"

Chen also looked at him, a slight smile playing on his lips:

"I also want to know why this is the case."

The sect leader just sent a message.

Huang Liang used his identity as a disciple of the Nine Realms Sect to lure out Wu Yuanzhen, the president of the Immortal Inquiry Society.

Subsequently, he and all the middle-level supernatural beings died.

And Wu Yuanzhen might still be alive.

Pan Nanjun fell silent. Only the crackling of the candlelight remained in the secret room.

Chen sighed softly, his voice carrying an indescribable weariness:

"Perhaps I was wrong."

He might not be an undercover agent, he's just simply incompetent.

Pan Nanjun was silent for a moment, then slowly spoke:

"I will definitely give Mr. Chen an explanation for this matter."

Chen shook his head, a slight twitch at the corner of his mouth:

"What explanation is needed?"

He has achieved his goal.

The dream of the arrival of all things had passed on to Wu Yuanzhen with his death.

He turned around, his back to Pan Nanjun, his voice echoing in the secret room:

"And given the status of a person with great supernatural powers, within half a month, that dream will spread throughout most of the supernatural world."

By then, the mad god of all trades should be about to descend.

Pan Nanjun nodded, his eyes narrowing beneath the bronze mask:

"Fine."

Pan decided to bide his time for a while.

It's thanks to Mr. Chen that he's been so kind as to cover for Mr. Pan on the surface.

Chen did not speak.

He simply waved his hand slowly, his palm casting a blurry shadow in the candlelight.

Your Lord has come.

My God should be arriving soon.

Chapter 69 Talent Awakening, Dual-Handed Master!

Sunlight spills across Xi'an.

As the martial arts tournament drew to a close, the city grew increasingly lively.

Seekers seeking the Dharma thronged the streets and alleys, their colorful robes mingling together, their various accents rising and falling in a cacophony.

But today, the focus of everyone's discussion is no longer which prodigy beat which rookie, but a much more explosive topic.

The Three Truths Dharma Gate has produced another supreme being!

This news spread throughout Xi'an, a city where most of the supernatural world has gathered.

Like a boulder crashing into a calm lake, ripples spread outwards in concentric circles.

The crowd was buzzing with discussion.

What are the Three True Methods?

In a teahouse in the south of the city, the second-floor windows were full of people.

There were melon seeds and peanuts on the table, and the tea was being refilled pot after pot, but no one paid attention to drinking it; everyone was talking.

Watching the crowd intensely discussing the Three Truths Dharma.

A middle-aged man in a gray robe spoke first, his tone carrying a hint of showing off:

"Hmph, you guys are only interested in the four words 'Three Truths Method'."

Behind this is a desperate struggle by a highly skilled individual!

"It's been so many years, this is the first time I've seen a great master unleash their true power."

Everyone crowded around, asking questions all at once: