Qin Renhuang just became an immortal, and you told me this is the prehistoric time

With a slight thought, his vast and boundless primordial spirit power ceased to emanate outwards. Instead, it instantly converged and compressed, merging into every inch of his flesh, bones, and meridians!
At the same time, the mysterious runes in his sea of ​​consciousness, representing supernatural powers such as the Five Elements Escape Technique, Palm Thunder, and Summoning Wind and Rain, also merged into his limbs and bones!

In an instant, Ying Xuan's body seemed to transform into a dormant volcano, its surface aura restrained, even more ordinary than before, but within it lay a terrifying power capable of destroying the world!
Although his life level has not been broken through, his current state is already infinitely close to that of an Earth Immortal!
"You're playing tricks! Die!"

Seeing Ying Xuan remain silent, the Azure Dragon King assumed he was cowardly. With a roar, its enormous dragon claw tore through the clouds, carrying a terrifying power that could tear through space, and slashed down at Ying Xuan's head!

Wherever the claw-like wind passed, the air emitted a piercing crackling sound!

Just as the overwhelming dragon claw was about to strike, Ying Xuan's figure vanished into thin air!
It wasn't teleportation, it wasn't an afterimage, but a true, sudden disappearance!

The next moment!
Above the Azure Dragon King's enormous head, the space rippled! Ying Xuan's figure appeared out of thin air!

It was as if he had been standing there all along, silently!
The Five Elements Escape Technique—Metal Escape! Merging into the void, seemingly close yet worlds apart!
Ying Xuan's eyes were icy cold. He spread his five fingers on his right hand and grabbed the single horn on the head of the Azure Dragon King that was glowing with an eerie light!
It feels cold and hard to the touch, like holding a cold, steel mountain range!

"Roar--!"

King Qingjiao was filled with shock and rage, and his massive body twisted wildly, trying to throw Ying Xuan away!
Ying Xuan's seemingly ordinary palm contained unimaginable terrifying power! It gripped the dragon's horn tightly, remaining completely still!
Immediately afterwards, Ying Xuan clenched his left fist, his arm muscles bulged, and mysterious runes flashed and disappeared beneath his skin!
He made no fancy moves, simply raised his fist high and then slammed it down hard on the Azure Dragon King's incredibly hard forehead!
Boom-! ! !
A deafening roar, as deep as thunder, exploded in my ears!

Sound does not come from the air, but acts directly on the soul!
In the forest below, countless birds and beasts were instantly stunned by the shock!
Lianxiang and the other two women were so shocked that their blood and qi surged, and they almost lost their balance!
The enormous, mountain-like azure dragon was struck by this seemingly simple punch, causing its head to slam downwards!
The forehead, covered with hard scales, had a large, visibly sunken area!

The Azure Dragon King let out an extremely shrill scream, and its huge dragon eyes instantly became bloodshot, filled with unbelievable horror and pain!
Its enormous body, as if struck by an invisible ancient divine mountain, could no longer maintain its flight posture and plummeted to the ground below with a terrifying howl!
Rumble——! ! !
The earth trembled violently! Smoke and dust billowed into the sky!

A huge, deep pit appeared in the mountains and forests!
The Azure Dragon King's massive body was deeply embedded in the bottom of the pit, sending rocks flying and dust billowing everywhere!

It writhed in agony, trying to get up, its mouth spewing out foul-smelling blood mixed with pieces of internal organs, staining the soil beneath it a dark red!
Just one punch!
The Azure Dragon King, a top-tier demon king who had dominated the waters for thousands of years, was actually smashed from the heavens by a seemingly weak scholar, leaving him severely injured and vomiting blood!

This scene shocked everyone!

In the distance, atop an inconspicuous mountain peak, two elderly men with white hair and beards, dressed in simple Taoist robes, were watching the battle from afar.

They were just passing by when they were drawn in by the overwhelming demonic aura and the sudden thunder.

When they saw Ying Xuan use the Five Elements Escape Technique to instantly appear above the Azure Dragon's head, one of the old Taoists' pupils suddenly contracted.

"Five Elements Escape Technique?! Heavenly Divine Power?!"

When they saw Ying Xuan smash the Azure Dragon to the ground with a single punch, the other old Taoist gasped in shock, his voice filled with undisguised horror.

"His physical body directly confronted a dragon?! This...this is no ordinary technique! He...he has mastered at least five Heavenly Divine Powers! He has integrated them into himself, returning to his original, pure self!"

The two old Taoist priests exchanged a glance, and both saw deep shock and fear in each other's eyes.

"This child... is definitely not from this world!"

The old Taoist priest who spoke earlier had a dry voice.

"To be so young and yet to master so many Heavenly Divine Powers, the strength of his foundation is simply unheard of! He must be an unparalleled genius carefully nurtured by a powerful being from the Upper Realm!"

"He deliberately suppressed his cultivation level to travel within this realm... his intentions are far from insignificant!"

The other old Taoist priest had a solemn expression.

"The Maoshan Sect... is likely to be engulfed in chaos because of him! This world... is likely to be in turmoil!"

"Get out of here! Such a person is far beyond the reach of us rogue cultivators! The farther away you are, the better!"

The two old Taoist priests lost all interest in watching the spectacle. With a flicker of their bodies, they vanished from the spot like two wisps of green smoke, as if they had never existed.

In the deep pit, the Azure Dragon King struggled to raise its head, its huge dragon eyes staring intently at Ying Xuan, who was suspended in mid-air looking down at it. Its eyes were filled with fear, resentment, and... disbelief and bewilderment.

It couldn't understand how a human with such a "weak" aura could unleash such terrifying power!

Ying Xuan slowly descended, standing at the edge of the deep pit, his gaze calmly fixed on the heavily injured giant dragon at the bottom of the pit, as if he were looking at a lamb to the slaughter.

After seeing off the group of old Taoist priests whose auras were so powerful that they frightened the maids around him, Ying Shaoyang calmly continued on his way with Lianxiang and five other maids.

Those old Taoist priests were all highly skilled. The mere aura they exuded made the air stagnate, causing Qingfeng, Caifeng, and the other maids to feel immense pressure and even breathe cautiously.

On the contrary, Lianxiang, a girl from a lowly wild demon background, adapted the best. She seemed to have long been used to surviving under various pressures, and at this moment she was still able to follow Ying Shaoyang step by step with a normal expression.

Seeing that Qingfeng and Caifeng were cultivating even harder because of the pressure from the old Taoists, even meditating and refining their qi during their nighttime rest, Ying Shaoyang didn't say much.

Pressure can be a motivator, which is a good thing.

His goal for this trip was very clear—to go to Guangping County and find the fox spirit Xin Shisi Niang, whom he had never met before.

Besides that, there was something even more important on my mind.

Prepare a top-tier magic weapon for the Taoist priest who is willing to exchange it for a divine position.

The magical artifacts used by his own maids, though considered rare by outsiders, were not too difficult for him to acquire. The real challenge lay in obtaining top-tier magical artifacts suitable for his own use. At his level, ordinary magical artifacts were like chicken bones—useless. Any object that caught his eye was a rare treasure imbued with the wonders of heaven and earth and possessing immense power.

Treasures of this caliber are extremely rare and hard to come by. Even a dynasty like the Qing Palace, with its millennia-long heritage, might not be able to find something that perfectly matches his current strength and needs.

The group did not use any cloud-riding techniques; they simply walked slowly like ordinary travelers.

Ying Shaoyang seemed to enjoy this down-to-earth feeling, which allowed him to observe the world more closely.

Every nightfall, he would release the flower fairies from that mysterious painting, allowing these spirits to gradually adapt to the outside environment.

Over the course of more than ten days, these flower fairies absorbed the essence of the sun and moon, and the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. Their previously somewhat ethereal spiritual bodies became much more solid, and the spiritual light in their eyes significantly increased. When they surrounded Ying Shaoyang, they became more lively and energetic. At the same time, far away in an unknown place within the Heavenly Gang and Earthly Fiend Formation, the imperial concubine and her maids, who had been brought onto the path of cultivation by Ying Shaoyang, had already completed the most basic 100-day Foundation Establishment.

Ying Shaoyang regularly uses wild ginseng that is hundreds of years old to solidify their foundation and nourish their meridians. Right now, what they lack is a fundamental cultivation technique that can truly guide them onto the path of cultivation. The original plan was to set off for Maoshan to obtain it after finding all the fox spirits they envisioned.

However, his unexpected encounter with those old Taoist priests made Ying Shaoyang decide to postpone the matter for the time being, as he needed to observe the situation further.

Just as Ying Shaoyang and his entourage were leisurely making their way towards Guangping County, hundreds of miles away, a group of monks dressed in kasayas intercepted intelligence regarding his whereabouts and movements. After carefully reading it, all the monks' expressions turned solemn. The leader, an old monk with snow-white eyebrows and a face full of wrinkles, lowered his eyes and uttered a Buddhist chant.

“Amitabha… This child is too powerful to be defeated by force. We… should retreat for now.”

A monk beside him, who was also quite old but whose eyes held a hint of resentment, couldn't help but speak up.

"Senior brother, are we just going to let it go like this? If we join forces to set up the Arhat Formation, we might still have a chance..."

"Confused!"

The old monk suddenly opened his eyes, a glint of light flashing in them before turning into deep helplessness.

"Do you know what kind of formation he has mastered? It is a large-scale star formation that has been lost since ancient times! Once it is activated, it will draw upon the power of the stars in the heavens. No matter how many of us there are, we will be like weeds in front of him."

Moreover, he single-handedly killed the azure dragon that had cultivated for nearly a thousand years! Such combat power was beyond the reach of ordinary mortal cultivators; even the mountain and river deities who had received imperial decrees were extremely wary of him. Who dared to claim they could easily defeat him? If they failed in a single strike, it would be a catastrophe!

These words were like a bucket of cold water poured over their heads, silencing the monks who had been somewhat restless. Their initial resentment turned into a deep sense of powerlessness. In the end, the group of monks retreated like the tide, disappearing without a trace, no longer daring to block Ying Shaoyang's path.

Meanwhile, in the mysterious and unpredictable land of Qingqiu, rumored to be the ancestral home of all fox clans, a discussion concerning the fate of the entire clan is unfolding.

Inside a misty, spiritually vibrant cave, a woman reclining languidly on a jade couch slowly opened her beautiful eyes.

Her appearance was absolutely stunning; every smile and frown possessed a captivating charm. The faint, ethereal silhouettes of nine pure white fox tails behind her revealed her supreme identity—the leader of the Nine-Tailed Fox Clan.

A fox spirit, clearly of a collateral bloodline, was nervously reporting the news from the outside world.

"...Clan leader, according to reliable intelligence, the human man Ying Shaoyang who killed the Azure Dragon seems to be searching for beautiful and talented female members of the same clan."

As soon as the news broke, the core members of Qingqiu gathered in the cave immediately began to discuss it.

A woman dressed in white, with a cool and aloof demeanor, spoke first, her voice like pearls falling on a jade plate.

"Clan leader, if this person is truly as rumored, the last cultivator in the mortal realm with the hope of breaking through the void and ascending to immortality, then I am willing to volunteer to become his disciple as a maid, hoping to gain a wisp of immortal affinity and glimpse the path to longevity."

Her words carried a hint of resolve.

A still-attractive adult woman with a hint of allure in her eyes sighed softly and chimed in.

"Yes, I've heard that he's gathered quite a few women around him, even Lianxiang, who's a wild demon, can follow him and receive his guidance. In terms of talent and appearance, how are our younger generation from Qingqiu inferior to those unorthodox ones? If we could gain his favor, even just a few words of advice might be enough to help our clan escape the current predicament of declining spiritual energy."

"It's not just the younger generation!"

An elder with white hair and beard, but bright, piercing eyes, stroked his long beard and said in a deep voice.

"If this child truly possesses such potential, I believe the clan leader should personally intervene to demonstrate Qingqiu's utmost sincerity. If we can forge a good relationship with him, or even... arrange a marriage, it might be the greatest opportunity our clan has faced in thousands of years!"

The atmosphere inside the cave became even more lively. Even some fox girls who had married into other tribes and rarely participated in tribe affairs sent messages back, willing to recommend their descendants to compete for this "destined fate with immortals".

Faced with the crowd's agitation, the Nine-Tailed Fox Clan Chief on the jade couch sat up slightly. Her languid expression gradually disappeared, replaced by the decisiveness and authority befitting a superior.

She looked around at everyone, her clear voice echoing throughout the cave.

"Quiet."

Two words silenced all the discussion.

"The depletion of spiritual energy in the human world is an inevitable trend. Although Qingqiu has remained secluded for many years and still possesses its own strengths, it is difficult to defy the will of Heaven."

This Ying Shaoyang might truly be the glimmer of hope our clan has waited for for countless years.

She spoke slowly, her beautiful eyes sparkling with wisdom.

"Now that the opportunity has presented itself, Qingqiu cannot sit idly by and wait for it to come to us."

She paused, then raised her voice a few decibels, conveying an undeniable determination.

"Pass on my order: open the secret vault, empty its contents, and select the most precious spiritual materials and medicinal herbs! At the same time, gather all women of suitable age, with excellent aptitude and outstanding appearance within the clan! I, the clan leader, will personally lead them to make contact with this Ying Shaoyang!"

These words shocked everyone present. Although everyone was willing to make friends, the clan leader personally coming forward, bringing the clan's best women and accumulated treasures, was a price and a determination that seemed far too high.

One of the elders hesitated.

"Chieftain, isn't this... a bit too much of a fuss? Besides, it's a long-standing tradition in Qingqiu that two women from the clan are not allowed to share a husband, to avoid infighting and becoming a laughingstock. If so many people go, wouldn't that..."

"Tradition?"

The clan leader's lips curled into a slightly mocking smile.

"Tradition is meant to maintain order in prosperous times, not to be a shackle that binds a people when they face choices. If it can help Qingqiu return to the Immortal Realm and rebuild Qingqiu Paradise in that new world, what does it matter if this tradition is broken? If it fails..."

Her gaze swept over the crowd, carrying a hint of world-weary indifference. (End of Chapter)