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

The sword mark stood between him and Qin Mingyu, like an invisible barrier separating the two.

"senior!"

Wang Qian's voice came from behind, tinged with suppressed urgency, "Don't go any further!!!"

Hai Shan remained silent.

He merely glanced at Wang Qian indifferently.

Then he took a step and stepped directly over the sword mark.

The sword mark trembled in the void for a moment, then vanished without a trace.

Wang Qian sighed, and all seven swords were drawn simultaneously, emitting a deafening clang.

[The Mysterious Sword, the Innate Divine Power]

The sound of swords echoed everywhere in the void.

Each sword cry transformed into an invisible sword mark, like shattered sword souls, attacking Haishan from all directions.

The next instant, the flames were just like before.

The sword marks disintegrated three feet away from Haishan, shattering like porcelain breaking or a spider web being blown away by the wind, turning into countless points of light that vanished in the night breeze.

"Let's all charge together!"

Someone shouted, and everyone snapped out of their daze, hurriedly throwing their various innate supernatural abilities at Hai Shan.

Various colored lights exploded in the night sky.

It swept across the sky, turning the entire island's sky into a chaotic mess of colors.

They were now facing the approaching Haishan.

Wang Qian took a deep breath.

He knew very well that without showing his true abilities, he couldn't stop this most powerful being in the history of Penglai!

Wang Qian bit the tip of her tongue.

He spat out a mouthful of blood, then formed hand seals, merging the seven swords into one, transforming it into a bluish-white sword aura tens of feet long:

[Innate Supernatural Power]

"Broken Moon!"

"when!"

An invisible sword mark appeared, slashing straight down from the sky.

Wherever the sword energy passed, the seawater was split open, revealing the seabed hundreds of feet deep.

The island was cut in half from the middle, and the rock face at the crack was as smooth as a mirror.

Even the sky was ripped open with a thin crack, revealing the deep black void beneath.

Magma seeped from the cracks in the seabed, churning and congealing in the cold water, like streams of blood flowing across the earth.

But that sword energy still couldn't touch Haishan.

He stood directly beneath the sword energy, his robes billowing backward in the strong wind, but his body remained perfectly still.

The sword energy was blocked by some invisible force a foot away from him, trembling, disintegrating, and dissipating into a wisp of green smoke.

Qin Mingyu, struggling against her clothes to avoid being hanged, had eyes wide with rage and let out a hoarse roar:

"How is this possible?! What kind of method is this?!"

June stood in mid-air, her peach-colored robe fluttering in the sea breeze, her peach-blossom eyes narrowed.

Seeing the bizarre scene where everyone tried their best but couldn't touch Haishan at all, she finally understood what was going on.

"Don't waste your magic power!"

June's voice suddenly rose, piercing through the roar of the magical explosion.

"He seems to be from a different time and space than us!"

Her fingers flew across the keyboard, pointing in one direction:

"Lord of the Namja Immortal Cave, you and I shall attack together!"

Faced with the orders of the Yin-Yang Society leader.

The person, whose face was half that of an old woman and half that of a young girl, decisively activated their supernatural powers.

The wrinkles on the half of her old face were deeper, while the skin on the other half of her girlish face was more radiant, as if half of her life force had been poured into her supernatural powers.

[Innate Supernatural Power: Time is Like a Knife]

A semi-transparent blade of light flew out from her right eye, silently, carrying an aura that instilled instinctive fear in all living beings—that was time itself.

Immediately afterwards, June also activated her supernatural powers.

She gently brushed her collar against her chest.

[Innate Divine Power in Harmony with Yin and Yang]!

The Yin and Yang energies emerged and empowered the sword of the Lord of the Nanjia Immortal Cave!

The sword, now imbued with the blessing, instantly swelled in size amidst the wind.

Wherever the blade flashed, the reefs weathered, the shrubs withered and flourished, the seawater evaporated and condensed again, and the bones of birds on the beach turned from white to yellow and then to ash. Everything experienced a complete cycle of rise and fall in an instant, and finally turned into dust.

But the cut still stopped.

To everyone's astonishment, the blade of time suddenly froze a foot away from Hai Shan.

Then, as if bounced back by an invisible mirror, it struck back at the person.

"Ugh!"

Half of the old man's face was completely rotten, with skin peeling off, muscles atrophying, and bones exposed, as if a century of aging had been accelerated in an instant.

She covered half her face, staggered backward, and was supported by her companion.

The voice of the Lord of the Nanga Immortal Cave trembled:

"How is that possible... even time-related magical abilities have no effect on him?!"

Despite using almost every means at their disposal, no one could stop Haishan's advance.

Someone finally broke down and shouted, "I, I, I surrender!"

It turned around and was about to fly away into the distance.

In June, she slapped him across the face, the sound sharp and piercing:

"Having come this far, do you still want to turn back?!"

Her hand slapped the man's face hard, making a crisp sound.

The man stood frozen in place, his lips trembling, and ultimately did not move.

Everyone could only watch in despair as Hai Shan walked up to Qin Mingyu.

Hai Shan stopped in front of Qin Mingyu and looked down at the Five Elements Sect leader who was bound by his own clothes.

Qin Mingyu's complexion changed from rosy to purplish-blue, and then from purplish-blue to pale.

Large beads of sweat dripped from his forehead, hitting the rocks and shattering into eight pieces.

Hai Shan sighed softly, as if he had finally finished a boring task.

Then he pulled a piece of paper from his sleeve and slowly folded it.

Fold it in half, then fold it in half again, flatten it, and fold it to create a pointed corner.

"You've roughly grasped the difference between me and you, haven't you?"

Hai Shan folded paper while glancing at everyone out of the corner of his eye, his tone as calm as if he were lecturing in a classroom.

"You should now withdraw your disciples from each family."

Then he bound his own hands.

"Take them to kneel before the immortality-enhancing treasure for five days, and I'll let this matter slide this time."

"Don't complain about me raising the price; after all, this is the necessary cost of your apology."

He paused for a moment: "Oh, right."

By the way, how did you find out about the Wandao Weaving Machine?

Everyone fell silent.

No one spoke, no one moved.

Some people lowered their heads, some avoided eye contact, and some clenched their fists and then relaxed them.

Hai Shan sighed: "Alright, you really won't give up until you see the Yellow River."

He pressed the origami paper folded into an arrowhead against Qin Mingyu's forehead, the tip of the paper touching her skin lightly without leaving a mark.

Despite the absence of any magical fluctuations, Qin Mingyu was still covered in sweat, with veins bulging on her forehead and her eyes darting around frantically.

Hai Shan looked down at him:

"Or tell me how you know that?"

"Maybe I'll let you off the hook."

Qin Mingyu's lips trembled a few times, and a series of muffled sounds came from her throat before she finally uttered a complete sentence:

"Quick, quick, stop!"

"I," I said.

Hai Shan raised an eyebrow: "Oh?"

Qin Mingyu's eyes darted around, her voice kept extremely low:

"Yes, it was the corpse who told us."

June's expression changed drastically, and she turned her head abruptly: "Qin Mingyu!!!"

But it was too late.