Simultaneous traversal: All Abyss difficulty.

Chapter 812 Nascent Soul Takes Action
In front of Yellow Maple Valley.

The cultivators from the six major sects were still indignant, their spittle almost washing away the protective array of Huangfeng Valley.

Whether it was seeking revenge or paying for a blood debt, the sheer number of people emboldened them, and the cacophony of voices crashed against Zhong Lingdao's ashen face like a tangible tide.

Then--

hum!
An indescribable pressure came crashing down without warning.

Time, sound, and even thoughts were all abruptly choked at this moment.

The burly man from Tianque Fortress who was shouting just a second ago suddenly froze, his knuckles cracking from clenching his fists, his face contorted, and he even forgot how to express his anger.

death.

The cold, sticky, rusty, and metallic scent of death coiled around everyone's neck like a living thing, climbing up their spines to the back of their heads, chilling them to the bone.

Nascent Soul Intimidation!

If a Core Formation cultivator is a strong man wielding a sharp blade, then what currently covers the entire area is a heavily armored tank positioned a hundred meters away, its dark cannon barrel locked onto your brow!
It's a crushing defeat on a dimensional level, the instinctive stiffness of an ant facing a collapsing mountain, where even escape becomes a luxury.

The air was no longer air; it had become a swamp filled with mercury.

Each breath felt like swallowing grit, as if an invisible giant hand was squeezing my lungs.

The huge crowd in front of the mountain gate seemed to be under a collective spell, their anger frozen and shattered, eventually covered by a layer of pale fear.

The disciples with weaker cultivation levels collapsed to their knees with a thud, dark, damp stains spreading between their trousers—the most primal release of fear.

Six major factions?
Just a rabble.

Faced with this absolute "force," the sheer number of people becomes a cold, cruel joke.

The Core Formation elders could barely stand, but that was all. Their faces were ashen, and the light deep in their pupils flickered rapidly, their Dao hearts trembling under the impact of the Nascent Soul level will.

It seems I won't be able to get this advantage.

A desperate realization, like ice water, extinguished the newly ignited flames of greed in everyone's hearts.

Just when it was so quiet that even a heartbeat sounded like noise.

"Humph."

A soft hum, not loud, yet like an icicle, precisely pierced through the solidified lead curtain.

From the direction of the Hidden Moon Sect, the woman in the Moon Palace suddenly took a step forward!
Fairy in Rainbow Robes!

Her face was equally pale, and fine beads of cold sweat even appeared at her temples, but her eyes were incredibly resolute.

Instead of bending her back like others, she straightened her back and faced the heavy pressure that seemed to crush her soul. She clasped her hands together and bowed deeply towards the void where the pressure was strongest.

His movements were precise, his posture respectful, yet his cold voice, like a knife tempered with ice, carried an almost tragic stubbornness, piercing the deathly silence word by word:

"Junior disciple Ni Chang of the Hidden Moon Sect pays respects to Ancestor Linghu!"

She raised her head, her gaze like needles piercing the invisible presence deep within the void, her voice suddenly rising, carrying a defiant question:
"Our ancestor's cultivation is unparalleled, a pillar of the cultivation world of Yue Kingdom! May I ask, does our ancestor appear today to interfere with this blood feud between the Qi Refining disciples of our seven sects, a feud that should have been settled by us ourselves?!"

hum!
Thunder breaks out from the ground!
Everyone was stunned! Their minds were buzzing!

How dare she?! That's a Nascent Soul cultivator!
A Nascent Soul Ancestor whose sneeze could turn 99% of the cultivators present into ashes!

How dare she, a mere Core Formation stage cultivator, speak so disrespectfully and question me like this?!

Isn't this seeking death?
However, as soon as Fairy Ni Chang finished speaking, she was not crushed on the spot. Instead, the terrifying pressure that enveloped the world seemed to pause slightly!
"hiss"

In the corner, someone gasped, their voice barely audible, filled with a startled realization. "That's it! The Hidden Moon Sect. Rumor has it that the Hidden Moon Sect has two Nascent Soul elders overseeing it! Their foundation is incredibly deep!"

"The Nascent Soul Ancestor has long since ceased to concern himself with worldly affairs, but if a Nascent Soul Ancestor were to intervene, the two from the Hidden Moon Sect would certainly not allow their juniors to be bullied!"

"So that's how it is!" A disciple from Huadaowu's eyes lit up instantly, as if he had grasped a lifeline, and his back straightened up subconsciously. "No wonder the Hidden Moon Sect is so tough! It's true that Huangfeng Valley has Ancestor Linghu, but Huadaowu is no slouch either!"

"Indeed! The Giant Sword Sect also has a Nascent Soul Ancestor guarding its grotto!" The elder of the Giant Sword Sect roared in a deep voice, gripping the hilt of the giant sword on his back. Although it was not drawn, his aura suddenly rose.

"The Qingxu Sect is not a rootless duckweed!" The old Taoist of the Qingxu Sect stopped trembling as he stroked his beard, and his cloudy old eyes gleamed with a sharp light.

"Tianque Fortress"

As if a light had been lit in their hearts, the cultivators from the six major sects, who had just felt as if they had fallen into an ice cave and their souls had been scattered, suddenly had different expressions in their eyes.

Fear still exists, but despair has been replaced by another, more intense emotion—a sense of confidence that one is not without leverage and has a powerful backer to rely on.

That little bit of confidence was like a spark falling into a haystack.

The crowd began to stir.

Color returned to their pale faces, and a fierce light ignited in their terrified eyes.

My back straightened, and my chest lifted up.

The air remained heavy, and the pressure from the Nascent Soul cultivator had not dissipated, but beneath that invisible sky, the six major sects seemed to have formed a silent wall once again.

Every gaze from behind the wall clearly conveyed the same thought:
If the patriarch insists on intervening, then it will be a fight to the death!
Nascent Soul cultivators versus Nascent Soul cultivators, Ancestors versus Ancestors!

That would be enough to tear apart the very foundation of the cultivation world in Yue Kingdom.
Nuclear war!
Hidden Moon Sect, inside the quiet room.

The complex aroma in the air, a blend of top-grade spiritual ingredients, roasted pork rump, and exotic medicinal fragrance, greatly whetted the appetite when inhaled.

Fang Yu's one arm was suspended in mid-air, his fingers forming hand seals as if he were about to summon a heavenly tribulation, while he muttered some mystical phrases.

Standing to the side, Nangong Wan looked at the crimson alchemy furnace that was still trembling slightly, its body completely covered by the sow's buttocks, and the piece of rump meat on the furnace that was roasted until it was shiny and sizzling with oil, as tempting as a top-grade roast suckling pig. She felt that her worldview was melting and dripping away along with that layer of oil.

"Open!" Fang Yu shouted suddenly, his voice not loud, but it carried an undeniable force.

His one arm shot out like lightning and grabbed the old sow's hind leg.

Nangong Wan responded almost reflexively, grabbing the other front leg with her delicate hand.

With both of them exerting force simultaneously, the heavy, warm lid of the living furnace was suddenly flung open.

puff--

A thick, almost impenetrable white steam, tinged with iridescent colors, burst forth like pressure released from a pressure cooker!

It instantly filled the entire quiet room!
This design looks like something out of a Master Chef's creation from the world of Cooking Master Boy!

(End of this chapter)