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

What is the strongest supreme being in the history of Penglai? What is the undisputed strongest being in modern times?

No wonder top sects like Jinmen and Wenxianhui didn't dare to ask a single question after Haishan made his statement.

Those old folks weren't afraid of trouble; they truly knew what was behind that door.

Just before everyone was completely pinned to the ground by the oppressive force.

A sword rang out suddenly!

[Mystic Sword, the Ultimate Divine Power]!

The blind Wang Qian drew his sword.

Like a bell tolling in the dead of night, clear and resonant, it pierced straight into everyone's eardrums.

The sword's cry, which shook everyone's primordial spirit, was like a bucket of ice water poured over their heads, finally rescuing them from that overwhelming pressure.

"Hurry up and do it!"

Wang Qian opened his pale eyes, his expression solemn.

"Don't even think about running away!"

"Those he's locked onto can't escape!!"

His voice grew faster and faster:

"He has unleashed his innate divine power, which should free him from that state of being both present and non-present."

This is our last chance!

As if waking from a dream, everyone struggled to stand up straight and squeeze out the remaining magical power within their bodies.

Some people formed hand seals, some summoned magical treasures, and some bit their tongues to spit out their blood and essence to infuse their supernatural powers.

The various lights rekindled in the storm, though much dimmer than before, but at least they were still functioning.

Beneath that fluttering, dancing scroll.

Hai Shan looked down at the sword lying across the front of the crowd, his heterochromatic eyes showing neither joy nor sorrow:

"As perceptive as ever, Wang Qian."

Wang Qian remained silent in response to Hai Shan's praise.

His body surged with magical power, and he unleashed seven consecutive sword strikes.

[Mystic Sword, the Ultimate Divine Power]!

Seven sword lights flew out from the scabbard behind Wang Qian, each carrying a different colored sword aura, weaving together in the air to form a fine net that directly covered Hai Shan.

This time, it wasn't a fruitless attempt; seven crisp clanging sounds rang out.

The sword light struck the gentle breeze that appeared around Hai Shan and was steadily deflected.

Despite it being a completely ineffective attack, everyone's faces lit up with joy.

"Defense!"

"He defended!"

"The attack worked!!!"

Someone shouted excitedly, their voice filled with the relief of surviving a disaster.

In June, I only felt dizzy.

When did a person with great supernatural powers need to be excited by being able to "defend" against another person with great supernatural powers?

Despite the crowd's excitement, Hai Shan did not extinguish their hopes.

He nodded earnestly to everyone:

"That's right. If I unleash my innate divine power, it's impossible to assume that I don't exist."

但”

As the fluttering scrolls in the sky subsided, a scroll slowly drifted down from the sky and came to rest in front of Haishan.

In the painting, a figure dressed in blue robes with wide sleeves sits cross-legged on a cloud, his hands forming a mudra, his face serene.

Hai Shan stretched out his right hand and gently pulled.

He pulled the sea and mountains out of the painting.

The figure in blue robes stepped out of the painting, his form solid, his magical energy fluctuations identical to those of the real person. He stood beside Hai Shan, like a pair of twin brothers.

The two sea monsters spoke simultaneously, their voices booming, as if heaven and earth themselves were speaking:

"Do you really think you can fight me?"

Wang Qian gritted her teeth, and seven swords swirled around her, emitting a rapid hum:

"Attack together! No matter how strong he is, he's only one person!!"

Everyone gritted their teeth and squeezed out their last bit of magical power.

In June, peach blossom eyes lit up with a pink light, and the lines of time appeared on the half of the person's face that was intact. The others used their respective methods, and their last strength gathered at their fingertips.

Time flies like a knife.

I am the only one who matters.

[Celestial Demon Eye]

The various colored lights exploded again, even more fiercely and desperately than before.

The attacks came from all directions, blocking all angles, like a net being drawn in.

Faced with the incoming attack, Qingyi Haishan formed a hand seal.

His body was filled with magical power.

The next moment, to everyone's disbelief...

Time stood still.

Frost falls in the mirror as autumn turns to summer, and the rain of the year cuts away youthful beauty like a knife.

I wish I could borrow an inch more of time, and live a fleeting moment of immortality to support the flowers.

[Innate Divine Power grants temporary immortality]

Raindrops, seemingly frozen in time, fall silently from the void.

Every raindrop carries the weight of time, falling on each person and freezing their movements in that instant.

Someone is raising their hand, their fingertips poised to unleash a spell;

Someone is opening their mouth, as if to shout something;

Someone is turning around, their clothes frozen in a fluttering motion.

All thirty-five powerful cultivators were frozen in place.

During the period when the rain slowed down to almost a standstill, everyone could only watch helplessly as the figure in the center of the downpour appeared.

Hai Shan stood in the middle of the rain curtain, his robes unmoved by the wind and his hair unwetted by the rain, as if completely unaffected by the stagnation of time.

"This is... the magic of Penglai."

With her last ounce of consciousness, Wang Qian screamed in her heart.

"How much of this stagnant flow is it? One in ten thousand? One in a hundred thousand?"

"To simultaneously immobilize thirty-five powerful beings... his rank has actually reached such a level?"

In the drizzling rain that seemed to freeze time, Hai Shan's face remained expressionless, devoid of joy or sorrow.

He reached out and dipped his hand into another painting.

In that painting, a sea mountain is fast asleep under a large peach tree, with a few petals scattered around him and a wine jug tilted to one side. His expression is as peaceful as if he is having a good dream.

His hand passed through the painting, into the peach blossom forest, lingered around the sea and mountains in the painting for a moment, and then slowly drew out a sword.

The sword was pure white, with a slender blade and a faint peach-colored hue on its edge, as if it had been moistened by countless spring petals.

[The Innate Divine Power of Seizing the Peach Blossom Fairy]

Hai Shan gripped the sword and turned to look at the crowd suspended in mid-air.

He raised his sword and swept it lightly.

The supernatural powers that strip away life and time are all forged into this sword. Wherever the sword light passes, a layer of light pink ripples appears in the air, like a spring breeze blowing through a peach blossom forest.

"Ding"

Amidst the horrified gazes of the crowd, the sword light swept across his body.

It was a feeling that was hard to describe.

It's like being splashed with slightly cold water, and then you come to your senses.

All you can see is that the skin becomes loose, the hair turns gray, the bones become brittle, and the blood becomes viscous.

Everyone's lifespan was taken away in that instant.

It's like someone turned on a tap, letting the water of life flow away.

The next instant, the freeze in time was lifted.

"puff"

"puff"

More than thirty muffled thuds sounded almost simultaneously, carrying far.

Where the great supernatural beings once stood, only a group of beautiful peach blossoms bloomed out of thin air.

Lush, tender branches entwined around groups of withered bones.

The skeletons retained their original postures, but the flesh and blood were gone.

They died embracing spring.

Hai Shan stood still, the white sword in his hand slowly dissipating, turning into peach petals that fell back into the painting.

He looked at the skeletons and peach blossoms and sighed deeply.