From Joy of Life, the Tian Gang is reversed

Chapter 593 The Pursuit Hasn't Arrived Yet, Ruthless Hands Force the Flowers to Bloom (Three Updates Still After Mid-Autumn Festival)
Li Chengqian rode the escape light, traversing the boundless sea. After a few days, he sensed that something was amiss.

Along the way, he encountered many cultivators, all heading to the Linglong Blessed Land. They gathered in twos and threes, discussing the Linglong Blessed Land and the recent major events in the Xuanhuang Great World. However, no matter who they were or what they were discussing, no one seemed to mention his killing of the Taiyi Sect elder.

The deaths of the three immortals and two elders, and the annihilation of Gu Yutian, an elder of the Taiyi Sect, and his true disciple Zhu Yang, were events that should have shaken the entire Xuanhuang Great World's immortal and demonic realms. Yet, the news seemed to disappear without a trace, failing to create the expected uproar. There were no furious, widespread manhunts from the Taiyi Sect, nor any other forces coming to probe or condemn the events; the calm was eerily palpable.

This is not normal!
"Didn't Yan Shuiyi escape? Didn't she send out the message? How will she explain herself to the Taiyi Sect?"

On the contrary, another piece of news left him speechless!
Fang Han, the Impermanent Thief who suddenly emerged from among the Forty Great Thieves of the Overseas, actually killed two true disciples of the Taiyi Sect with his cultivation at the sixth level of the Divine Power Realm. It is said that he also intends to use these two golden pills as a birthday gift to celebrate the birthday of the Linglong Immortal Venerable!
This matter has been confirmed, and the Taiyi Sect has issued a decree to hunt him down.

"Fang Han...killing a true disciple of the Taiyi Sect at the Guiyi Realm?" Li Chengqian's eyes flickered slightly, his mind racing. "This boy's luck is indeed bizarre. Even though he deviated from his original path, entered the demonic path, and became a great thief, he can still stir up trouble. It seems that besides the 'Dragon Subduing in the Yellow Springs' painting and the Nine Aperture Golden Elixir, he has other opportunities. Only with enough backing can he act so recklessly..."

As I pondered, a magnificent and beautiful scene unfolded before my eyes where the sea met the sky.

It was a huge mirage.

Jade palaces and celestial pavilions stretched as far as the eye could see, shrouded in auspicious mists and rays of light. Fairy maidens, carrying flower baskets, scattered showers of light; golden-armored deities, wielding halberds, patrolled the clouds; and phantoms of dragons and phoenixes circled and cried out, their chants echoing in the air. Amidst the swirling clouds and the faint sounds of Buddhist chanting, it was as if the legendary splendor of the celestial realm had been projected onto the mortal world.

This is the entrance to the Exquisite Blessed Land, a magnificent mirage containing supreme illusions and spatial laws.

At this moment, hundreds and thousands of young cultivators had already gathered outside the mirage. Most of them came from various sects or were outstanding talents among the independent cultivators overseas. Each of them possessed extraordinary aura and radiant spirit, clearly all being proud individuals who wished to go to the Linglong Blessed Land to celebrate the Immortal Venerable's birthday.

Of course, there were many more suitors who coveted Linglong Fudi's beautiful disciple.

However, this seemingly attainable celestial paradise is like an invisible chasm, keeping the vast majority of people out. They may use their pupil techniques, activate magical treasures, or attempt to penetrate it with their divine sense, but all are defeated before the ever-changing mirage illusion, their faces showing anxiety, resentment, and even shame. They can only linger outside, unable to find a way in.

Li Chengqian descended without making any hasty moves. Although the mirage was exquisite and contained the profound mystery of spatial folding, it was not difficult for him to see through it and enter, thanks to the insightful ability of the Azure Mirror and his deep understanding of the laws of space.

Just as he was about to take a step, a burst of arrogant and domineering shouts suddenly rang out, breaking the noise and anxiety of the place.

"Get out of my way! A bunch of useless trash! You can't even see through this mere illusion, yet you dare to come to the Abundant Blessed Land to celebrate the Immortal Venerable's birthday? You're simply an insult to the Immortal Venerable's divine eyes! Get out of my way, all of you!"

Before the words were even finished, a dense, bloody demonic aura swept in, forcefully shoving aside the cultivators blocking its path. A young man clad in a blood-red robe, with a strikingly handsome yet sinister face and arrogant eyes, swaggered forward, surrounded by a retinue of demonic followers. His magical power surged, reaching the tenth level of the Divine Power realm, a level capable of defying fate; he was none other than the only son of the Blood Shadow Demon Sect's Supreme Elder, Young Master Ling.

Young Master Ling, arrogant and haughty, swept his gaze over the immortal disciples who dared not speak out against his insults, as if they were trash. Just as he was about to make a few more sarcastic remarks as usual, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a figure out of the corner of his eye that made him, or rather, many people present, jump.

It wasn't Ying Tianqing, whom Ling Gongzi had originally anticipated as someone with whom he had some old grudges, but rather Li Chengqian!

Li Chengqian, dressed in a blue robe, stood calmly with his hands behind his back. His aura was restrained, yet he seemed to possess an invisible domain that could not be ignored. Almost simultaneously, from another direction, an intensely suppressed killing intent, as if it contained the accumulated resentment of millennia, suddenly pierced towards Li Chengqian like an ice spike!

"Li! Cheng! Qian!"

The voice was filled with gritted teeth, brimming with endless humiliation and hatred, as if it came from the deepest hell. Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and saw a figure in a magnificent purple robe, his face even more handsome than before, but with an almost unyielding twisted resentment between his brows—who else could it be but the Demon Commander Ying Tianqing?

He had obviously arrived long ago, but his attention was drawn to Young Master Ling or he was observing from the shadows. Now that he saw Li Chengqian, both old and new grudges surged into his heart, and he could no longer hold back!
Ying Tianqing's eyes were bloodshot, and his demonic energy erupted like boiling oil! A primordial spirit dharma form, hundreds of feet tall, made entirely of white bones, with pale green ghost fire dancing in its eye sockets and exuding an aura of endless death and annihilation—the Innate White Bone Primordial Spirit—suddenly rose from the top of his head!

This skeletal spirit was clearly more refined and powerful than when he had used it before. Countless intricate demonic runes even appeared on its bones, indicating that he had been working hard and making great progress in his cultivation over the past few years, and had already entered the realm of the tenth level of supernatural powers, where one could defy fate!
"Die, my lord! White Bone Soul-Slaying Spear!"

Ying Tianqing roared, and the giant maw of the innate white bone primordial spirit opened, spewing out endless white bone true energy, which instantly condensed into a pale bone spear thousands of feet long, wrapped with the wailing of billions of resentful souls! On the bone spear, curse runes flowed, carrying a terrifying power that could pierce through the soul and annihilate life, tearing through the void, emitting a piercing shriek, and stabbing straight at Li Chengqian's brow!

This attack, unleashed with rage and without reservation, was far more powerful than any of his previous attacks, enough to make even ordinary giants who had just entered the Longevity Realm take notice!
A gasp of surprise immediately rang out from the surrounding crowd. Young Master Ling also temporarily put away his arrogance, watching the scene with a flickering gaze, a mixture of schadenfreude and apprehension.

Faced with this terrifying attack that could change the very fabric of the world, Li Chengqian merely raised his eyelids slightly, his face remaining completely calm.

"Tsk, you delicate flower of the demonic path, it's been years, and you're still the same... overestimating yourself."

He didn't even move his feet; he simply pointed his fingers like a sword and lightly slashed at the thousand-foot-long white bone spear that was hurtling through the air.

There was no dazzling brilliance, no grand spectacle.

A tiny, almost invisible, transparent ripple spread out like water.

Major incision!

laugh--!
The White Bone Soul-Slaying Spear, imbued with Ying Tianqing's boundless hatred and immense demonic energy, made a soft yet teeth-grinding tearing sound the moment it touched the transparent ripples, as if a hot knife had sliced ​​into solidified butter! It was cleaved in two perfectly, without any obstruction, from beginning to end!
The condensed demonic energy instantly dissipated, and the wailing vengeful spirits melted away like snow under the sun. The two halves of the bone spear, now split open, grazed Li Chengqian's sides and struck the sea behind him, creating two towering waves, yet they didn't even touch a single hem of his clothes.

"puff!"

With his supernatural powers shattered and his energy backfired, Ying Tianqing was struck as if by a heavy blow. He spat out a mouthful of blood, and the innate white bone primordial spirit above his head shook violently, its light dimming. His face instantly turned ashen, and his eyes were filled with disbelief and even deeper resentment.

"you……!"

(End of this chapter)