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

Wang Meng was furious.

"Insanity!"

"One sword transforms into ten thousand swords!"

Ten thousand iron swords reappeared from the void, ready to activate the [Harmony of Yin and Yang] together with Wang Meng.

The anticipated increase in power did not materialize.

Quite the opposite.

Wang Meng's aura, which had reached its peak, suddenly plummeted, making him even weaker than before he summoned the Thousand Maidens.

"Ok?"

Wang Meng was completely stunned.

Besides the extraordinary talent of Changsheng, the disciples of the Mad Saber Sect also noticed something amiss.

"Quickly look behind the sect leader!"

Beside those ten thousand and one iron swords, a long sword in white and gold had appeared out of nowhere.

The knife had an ancient design, and its surface was covered with countless magical artifacts and supernatural patterns.

With just a slight tremor, it exuded an aura of nobility far surpassing that of Wang Meng.

The platinum longsword moved closer to the iron sword.

At first, the 10,001 sword maidens seemed a little shy, and their blades retreated one after another.

However, as the platinum longsword continued to inject its magic power, the iron swords quickly stopped resisting and began to actively establish a new yin-yang cycle with it.

Wang Meng watched helplessly as the platinum longsword continued to split.

In the end, each of the women had an additional platinum longsword that fit perfectly beside her.

The Thousand Blades Dual Cultivation Formation that he had painstakingly constructed was completely taken over in just a few breaths.

"No!"

Wang Meng let out a heart-wrenching roar of rage.

He stared intently at the old Taoist priest with heterochromatic eyes in front of him.

"What exactly did you do?!"

The old Taoist priest in white robes was none other than Hai Shan, who had been in disguise.

He looked at Wang Meng, his tone carrying a hint of persuasion.

"Do you know why, even though you possess 10,001 swords, your power only increased by about a hundredfold?"

Wang Meng was taken aback.

This was also a problem he couldn't solve when he was deducing the cultivation method.

Logically speaking, the simultaneous operation of the 10,001 Yin-Yang cycles should result in a much greater increase than this.

Why is that?

Hai Shan smiled slightly.

"Because your magical power is ultimately limited."

"Even with the strongest body, one can only maintain a few hundred truly effective dual cultivation sessions at the same time."

Although the remaining blade shadows participated in the cycle, they never received enough mana to replenish them.

Wang Meng's expression gradually turned ugly.

Hai Shan patted him on the shoulder.

"And me."

"It helped you fill the void left by those women."

"You're welcome."

Hai Shan's eyes narrowed slightly, and he gently beckoned with his right hand.

Ten thousand and one iron knives simultaneously turned their blades.

Initially, they seemed to hesitate slightly because of their past relationship.

However, as the platinum longsword continued to be infused with magic power, all the sword maidens eventually gave up resistance and allowed that power to propel them toward Wang Meng.

Wang Meng stared at the familiar blades falling like rain, his heart filled with despair.

There are cows!!!

A thousand blades fell simultaneously.

Wang Meng is eliminated.

As the notification for the "Great Talent for Immortality" sounded, an unknown old Taoist priest in white robes had already sheathed his platinum longsword and silently slipped into the crowd.

He hadn't gone far when he suddenly heard an old voice.

"Old man."

"You've finally met your match."

Hai Shan turned his head to look.

An elderly Taoist priest dressed in a black robe, with gray hair and gray eyes, was relentlessly pursuing the young cultivator in a green robe.

The young man in the green robe ran away while cursing angrily.

"You audacious gray cub!"

"You're betraying your master and ancestors!"

The old Taoist priest in black robes was none other than Gao Haoguang, who had also disguised himself.

Hearing Jiang Mingzi's rebuke, he not only did not stop, but laughed even more happily.

"Wang Ba Xian Jun".

"When you secretly threw the elixir into the women's hot spring back then, did you never think that you were my ancestor?"

Jiang Mingzi had a righteous look on his face.

"Nonsense!"

"I clearly checked beforehand, and there was no one inside at the time!"

Gao Haoguang sneered.

"Are the people who went in later no longer considered human?"

As he spoke, 36,000 Dao Luo flying swords appeared behind him.

Jiang Mingzi immediately activated the "Eternal Heart Sutra," attempting to skip the process of the flying sword arriving.

But as soon as he turned the wheel of time, those flying swords that had disappeared into the current space appeared directly next to his primordial spirit along the connection between the two.

Gao Haoguang burst into laughter.

"Your time-manipulating magic has been completely countered by my [Vast Other Shore]!"

"As long as the cause and effect of wanting to beat you up still exists, no matter how far you jump in time, these swords will catch up with you."

"You bastard king, why haven't you surrendered and been executed yet!"

While fending off the flying swords, Jiang Mingzi tried to find Gao Haoguang's weakness in the future.

But no matter how far he pushes time forward, all he sees are more paradoxical flying swords.

One breath later, there were 36,000 handles.

A quarter of an hour later, there were still 36,000 handles.

Even the version of himself that he tried to pull from other times was locked onto by Gao Haoguang along the same path of fate.

Jiang Mingzi felt increasingly frustrated as the fight progressed.

Having finally gained insights from his juniors, he created the "Eternal Heart Sutra," hoping to at least regain some of the dignity of his ancestors.

As a result, the first truly formidable enemy was Gao Haoguang, who was specifically designed to counter time and spatial distance.

In the end, Jiang Mingzi was cornered by 36,000 flying swords.

"and many more!"

"Grey, let's talk this out!"

Gao Haoguang flexed his wrist.

"late."

A moment later.

Jiang Mingzi is eliminated.

……

the other side.

As Xia Chuan watched the numerous powerful cultivators gradually surround him, his expression grew increasingly serious.

In order to blend into the competition, he also changed his appearance, looking like a tall, unremarkable young rogue cultivator.

While everyone was looking for opponents, Xia Chuan did not take the initiative to make a move, but simply watched the excitement from the sidelines.

It wasn't until Wang Meng, Meng Changkong, and Jiang Mingzi were eliminated one after another that the remaining powerful cultivators suddenly realized that this young rogue cultivator had been standing in the middle of the melee from beginning to end, yet had not suffered any harm.

Whether it's a flying sword, a supernatural power, or a magical artifact, anything that gets close to him will deflect to the side in an extremely coincidental way.

It either collided with other people's attacks or flew past the hem of his clothes.

Such a coincidence can be explained once or twice.

But since the start of the match, this guy hasn't even moved from where he was standing.

Everyone quickly realized that the person in front of them was definitely a highly skilled master who was hiding his true abilities.

Dozens of powerful individuals exchanged glances and tacitly surrounded them from different directions.