Daojun, start from Penglai foundation building

The Milky Way surges and the clouds subside, the axe and halberd cleave the heavens and open up the passage of time.

Mingxian used his natal treasure, the Star River Thousand Streams Banner, as a guide to unleash the Star River Heaven-Opening Axe, a move of boundless power, capable of splitting the earth and creating the heavens in the blink of an eye.

With Mingxian's intervention, Lianri and Shaoyang were no longer in a dominant position.

The two of them initially intervened to stop Xuan Yi. However, after Kong Zhen joined the fray, they turned their attention to suppressing him, which made it difficult for them to focus on Ming Xian's Star River Heaven-Opening Axe.

After all, if the two of them were to turn back to fight Mingxian at this moment, Kong Zhen's Five Elements Extinction Divine Light would surely hit them right in the face.

Lian Ri and Shao Yang are currently in an extremely awkward situation, but as the current chief disciples of the Pure Yang Holy Land and the Xuanmen Dao Sect, they are never lacking in decisiveness or composure in times of crisis.

Even though Mingxian's Star River Heaven-Opening Axe was about to land on their heads, the two still ignored it and rushed straight towards Kong Zhen.

The reason Lian Ri and Shao Yang did this was not because they were not afraid of death, but because they knew that they were never alone.

As expected, just as Mingxian's Star River Heaven-Opening Axe was about to fall, three layers of dark light appeared in the sky and earth, and a majestic ghost gate rose from the ground, like a shield blocking the Star River Axe, and took the brunt of this earth-shattering blow for Lianri and Shaoyang.

Click.

With a crisp sound, a jade fan with inlaid gold cloud patterns closed, and then a tall figure wearing a seven-turn Xuanming crown and a black-and-red-gold robe slowly appeared behind Lian Ri and Shao Yang.

Nine chambers of profound dragon energy, jade crown and prince of the underworld.

Behind Lian Ri and Shao Yang at this moment was none other than Youhua, the Crown Prince of the Nine Chambers Realm.

Gazing at the magnificent starry axe descending from the sky, Crown Prince Youhua chuckled and tapped the jade-bone cloud fan in his hand: "True Lord Mingxian, to be honest, I have never fought with you before. How about we have a duel now?"

Mingxian snorted coldly, clutching the Star River Thousand Streams Banner tightly. Staring at the calm and collected Crown Prince Youhua, Mingxian suddenly laughed: "Is the crown on the Crown Prince's head newly made?"

Mingxian's words left Crown Prince Youhua somewhat puzzled.

Unexpectedly, Mingxian continued, "I heard that in the Buzhou Realm, Lingyuan almost chopped off the Crown Prince's head with a single sword strike. If it weren't for the precious crown on his head taking the blow for the Crown Prince, what I see today would be the headless Crown Prince of the Nine Chambers Realm, wouldn't it?"

Upon hearing this, Crown Prince Youhua's original dignified and noble demeanor vanished instantly. The fact that he had almost been beheaded by Jiang Sheng with a single sword in Buzhou Realm was a wound he was unwilling to mention. Now that Ming Xian had so rudely exposed his wound, how could Crown Prince Youhua tolerate it?
"True Lord Mingxian, words are useless!"

"Nine Netherworld Qi, the Gates of Hell open!"

"True Lord Mingxian, since there's so much idle talk, why don't you come to my underworld and have a good chat!"

Before he finished speaking, Prince Youhua waved his jade-bone cloud fan, and a vast aura of the underworld slowly rose. As the dense aura of the underworld covered the sky, a gate to the underworld, ten thousand feet high, suddenly appeared amidst the vast ghostly aura.

Suddenly, the gate to the underworld creaked open a crack, and then thousands of netherworld iron chains roared out, rushing towards Mingxian from all directions, trying to bind him and pull him into the gate to the underworld.

Upon seeing this, Mingxian immediately dodged, simultaneously summoning stars to strike down the thousands of Netherworld Iron Chains.

With Mingxian's insight and cultivation, he could naturally see the power and danger of Prince Youhua's supernatural ability. Those Netherworld Iron Chains were by no means ordinary supernatural powers or techniques, nor were they ordinary divine weapons or mysterious iron.

These chains are made from Netherworld meteorite iron, which is tainted with ghostly and underworld energy. These meteorites cannot be cut by ordinary divine weapons. More importantly, the underworld energy carried by these chains can not only disturb people's souls, but also seal the cultivator's true spirit and lock their magical power.

Once bound by these iron chains, one is essentially no different from an ordinary person, and at that point, one will be completely at the mercy of Crown Prince Youhua.

Once dragged into the Gate of Hell and pulled into the Netherworld Palace controlled by Prince Youhua, within Prince Youhua's domain of laws, they would be at Prince Youhua's mercy without any power to resist.

Therefore, Mingxian would not allow these Netherworld Iron Chains to get close to him. Even if they couldn't catch him, being tainted by the Netherworld energy would bring him bad luck.

Mingxian had cultivated his Xuanmen aura for countless years, but suddenly he was tainted by the aura of the Netherworld. It was no different from stepping in excrement when he went out.

Seeing Mingxian dodging his Netherworld Iron Chains with a look of disgust, Crown Prince Youhua revealed a smug smile. These unorthodox cultivators disliked seeing Mingxian's arrogant and aloof face, which he considered himself to be from the righteous Xuanmen sect.

Pure Yang Holy Land, the orthodox sect of Xuanmen, what a magnificent sight!

They all looked down on people with their heads held high, regardless of whether they were from unorthodox sects or supernatural sects. In the eyes of these orthodox sects, they were all like peasants and received no respect whatsoever.

As fellow Pure Yang Holy Lands, is my Left Path Holy Sect truly any weaker than your Xuanmen Dao Sect?!

Having seen the true colors of the Xuanmen Holy Land before, Prince Youhua felt even more pleased with Mingxian's disgusted expression. So what if one doesn't have pure spiritual energy when cultivating the Netherworld Ghost Technique?

He's already resorting to unorthodox methods, what does he still care about?
With Crown Prince Youhua stopping Mingxian, Lianri and Shaoyang regained their control over Kongzhen. At the same time, Xuanyi, now free from obstacles, had cornered Jinyang, and the sharp, piercing Ziwei sword light almost grazed the top of Jinyang's head.

At this moment, the situation was chaotic. No one could say for sure whether Lian Ri and Shao Yang would defeat Kong Zhen first, or whether Xuan Yi would cut off Jin Yang's three flowers on his head first.

Han Yuan frowned deeply as he looked at the chaotic situation.

Shao Yin Zhenjun glanced at his side, and immediately Zhenmu, Zhenyun, Zhenfeng, and Zhenlei rose into the air to join the battle and assist Jin Yang. However, just as the four true disciples of the Zhen generation of the Yin-Yang Orthodox Sect left Lanyuan Dao Palace, two more streams of energy rose from the camp of the Eastern Heaven Daoist family in the distance.

Before Zhenmu, Zhenyun, and the others could react, wisps of white mist surged forth.

The white mist swept through the air like a long sword humming, carrying the aura of sharp metal spears, and was invincible. It advanced straight in as if entering an empty land, and no matter how much Zhenmu, Zhenyun and others tried to stop it, they could not withstand the power of the white mist.

"It's pure white mist!"

Maki said loudly.

Upon hearing this, Zhenyun, Zhenfeng, and Zhenlei all showed expressions of understanding. The pure white aura was the sharpest and most piercing.

Within this realm of the Nine Provinces, there are those skilled in wielding the primordial white qi.
The next moment, a figure appeared in front of the four.

He wore a black and white jade crown, a black robe with gold markings, a gold-threaded yin-yang belt around his waist, and a dragon-patterned jade pendant.

That elegant and dashing Taoist priest in his jade crown and brocade robe, who else could he be but Shao Bai Mingjun of the Xuan Su Sect in Zhoushan?
"Where do you all intend to go before me?"

Although Shao Bai Mingjun was smiling, the Four Transformations Banner in his hand was surrounded by wisps of pure white energy, and its golden aura was incomparably sharp, tearing the surrounding space to pieces.
Facing Shao Bai Mingjun of the Xuan Su Sect in Zhoushan, Zhen Mu, Zhen Yun, Zhen Feng, and Zhen Lei were clearly outmatched.

Shao Bai Mingjun is a rare genius who rose from a Xuanmen Immortal Sect in the Middle Thousand Worlds to a first-class position in the myriad worlds.

Although this person comes from the Middle Thousand Worlds and is not a true disciple of the Pure Yang Holy Land, his skills are enough to rival the chief disciple of any Pure Yang Holy Land. In the contemporary world, who has not heard of the illustrious name of the Xuan Su Sect's Shao Bai Mingjun?
Given time, who can guarantee that today's Shao Bai Mingjun won't grow into tomorrow's Shao Bai Xianjun or even Shao Bai Daojun?
Today, Shao Bai Mingjun's choice to join the Eastern Heaven Daoist camp is equivalent to securing a ticket for the Xuan Su Sect. It can be said that with Shao Bai Mingjun, the Xuan Su Sect of Zhoushan Realm has a sliver of qualification to challenge the Pure Yang Holy Land.

Facing this person, Maki and his companions had absolutely no chance of winning, even though there were four of them.

Just as the four of them, even with the already dead Zhenshui and Zhenhuo, were no match for Shaoyang and Shaoyin, the four of them were definitely no match for Shaobai Mingjun.

This has nothing to do with self-esteem; when life is at stake, nobody thinks about that.

Seeing that Shao Bai Mingjun was blocking their way, Zhenmu, Zhenyun, Zhenfeng, and Zhenlei immediately changed direction. However, they saw the vast sea rise with surging waves, and a treasure gourd appeared in mid-air, blocking their retreat.

Suddenly, the vast ocean surged and covered the sky, and the four seas rose up to reveal profound mysteries.

The gourd spun in mid-air before finally landing in the hands of a Taoist priest.

The Taoist wore a bright jade crown and a robe with four waters flowing around his body. He had a jade belt with a rushing flow around his waist. His eyes were bright and his body was surrounded by water vapor flowing around him like a dragon. Who else could he be but the Four Seas True Lord of the Canglang Holy Sect of the Canghai Realm?
Lord Shaobai, True Lord of the Four Seas!
Two top-tier geniuses from all the heavens and myriad realms, the Dongxuan realm, blocked their way, clearly not giving Zhenmu and his companions any chance to intervene in the battle.

On the Lan Yuan Dao Palace, Shao Yin sighed helplessly as he saw Zhen Mu and the others being blocked by Shao Bai Mingjun and Si Hai Zhenjun.

Even if she joined the fray at this point, it probably wouldn't make much of a difference.

Han Yuan knew that Shao Yin had done his best, so he looked at Cai Yue and said, "Fellow Daoist Cai Yue."

Caiyue remained calm, shaking her head slightly. The jade pendants and silver hairpins adorning her hair shimmered with dazzling light: "What if I were to order my junior brothers to their doom now?"

"It should be noted that the Mountain and River Taoist School has more than just the Four Seas True Lord and the Lesser White Underworld Lord as external aids."

“Those people from the Tianhe Dao Sect can be stopped by Fellow Daoist Zhengqing of the Tianyuan Holy Sect, but what about Lingyu and Lingzhao from Penglai? Who will deal with those two?”

"Moreover, they also have Guangwen, Guanghui, Suqin, and Zhuhuan. Who should stop them?"

Listening to Caiyue's words, Hanyuan also felt a terrible headache.

In reality, they have a large number of people, but only a few of them have a decisive advantage.

If it cannot serve as a decisive factor, then adding more people to the fray will only make the situation more chaotic.

Han Yuan rubbed his temples. Ever since their Qiankun Dao Sect's senior brother Qi Yuan fell and the powerful Long Yuan died at Ling Yu's hands, although their Qiankun Dao Sect still had a large number of people with the character "Yuan" in their name, there were no more capable ones left. Otherwise, they would not have been helpless in the face of this situation.

This is the most awkward situation for the Qiankun Dao Sect right now: there are many people, but none of them are strong enough.

Compared to them, Dao Yi Palace, Yin Yang Orthodox Sect, and Yuan Yang Dao Sect are all better, at least they have outstanding figures like Lian Ri, Cai Yue, Shao Yin, Shao Yang, and Jin Yang.

Just when Han Yuan was at his wit's end, he suddenly heard a thunderous roar. In an instant, it seemed as if ten thousand acres of thunder had suddenly appeared, and endless thunder surged forth.

Accompanied by a massive burst of lightning, the magnificent thunder magic illuminated the heavens and the earth, and thunderbolts swept across the land, tearing through the clouds to reveal the ferocious thunder dragon hidden within.

Gazing at the ferocious thunder dragon that stretched for hundreds of thousands of miles, Caiyue remained calm, as if she had foreseen it all along:

"Look, Penglai Lingyu has left the stage." (End of Chapter)