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Chapter 493 Admiration, Soul Refining [Part Two]

"Wow!"

A loud divine cry resounded through the starry sky. The Kunpeng Luoshen Diagram grew larger in the wind, completely enveloping Feng Ling, making him look like a giant rice dumpling radiating a seven-colored halo.

"Is this boy going to take the ancestor's second palm strike head-on?"

Seeing this, the cave masters clenched their fists excitedly, feeling that Feng Ling's actions were incredibly crazy, yet just what they wanted.

If they were to face the ancestor's second palm strike, they would do the same: they would have no choice but to defend with all their might!

"Boom! Boom!"

A series of deafening roars echoed from the live video feed, as mountains collapsed and rivers overflowed, obscuring the seven-colored halo.

It is unknown how long the loud noise lasted. Several mountain ranges collapsed and fell into countless rock slabs, which fell from the sky like meteors, blocking the raging rivers and forming countless barrier lakes.

Once everything calmed down, upon closer inspection, a massive palm print, tearing through mountains and rivers and the void, remained on the earth.

The palm print was thirty-three feet deep, and every wisp of terrifying aura remaining in the print was enough to kill a ghost spirit master below the Great Saint Realm on the spot. As a result, the mighty river water and rocks that poured in were all vaporized and annihilated by it.

……

Qingtai Temple, the first immortal mountain, on the four-sided Taoist platform.

The cave masters and disciples stared in disbelief and silence at the scenes unfolding in the sky above, their hearts filled with profound shock.

"My goodness! This palm strike from the Ancestor has the power to destroy the world! Only the Ancestor could unleash such a divine power! Today's prediction was right, it has truly broadened my horizons!"

"Alas, so much time has passed. The residual power of the palm print has dissipated and been covered by the river water. There is still no trace of any living creature's aura. Feng Ling is probably in grave danger!"

After a long while, everyone pulled their attention back to the present moment, and immediately lowered their voices to discuss the matter with their fellow Daoists and disciples.

"Look, what's that colorful halo emanating from deep within that aquifer? Ah, it's... it's Feng Ling!"

Suddenly, a sharp-eyed person in the crowd excitedly raised their finger and pointed to a certain landslide dammed lake in the real-life image.

There, a small ball of light grew brighter and clearer. It was a seven-colored rice dumpling bursting out of the water.

"Hiss! The ancestor's second palm strike was enough to kill a demigod, yet he withstood it! It's simply unbelievable!"

Everyone looked at each other in bewilderment as Feng Ling emerged unharmed from the seven-colored rice dumpling that had broken through the water.

Before anyone could even utter a sigh, the scene in the live-action video surged violently, and an aura of world destruction emanated from the sky, causing everyone watching from across the two realms below to gasp for breath, feeling so oppressed that they could hardly breathe.

The third palm strike of the Green Moss Ancestor's true form is coming!
This third strike was clearly an impact on the soul level, testing the resilience of the recipient's Dao heart and soul.

The stronger one's will, the easier it is to overcome difficulties; conversely, if one's will wavers even slightly, one will surely perish both physically and mentally!

"Soul battles are the most unpredictable and treacherous! A slight misstep can lead to the annihilation of one's true spirit and the dissipation of one's physical body and soul. We cultivators should avoid soul techniques at all costs!"

"Hey, judging from this kid's posture, he definitely wants to fight the ancestor from afar! He's overestimating himself a bit!"

"Fellow Daoists, what you say is absolutely right!"

"This Feng Ling, having narrowly escaped the first two blows from the Ancestor, has become arrogant: he neither dodges nor evades, he only attacks without resisting. In my opinion, his chances of surviving this round are slim!"

The sight that appeared in the sky caused another stir among the cave masters, who all expressed their opinions.

Without exception, none of the cave masters had a high opinion of Feng Ling!

However, the opinions of others are irrelevant.

With Wang Han and Lei Pusa believing in Feng Ling, that's enough!
"Brother Feng never does anything he's not sure of!" Wang Han stared firmly at the black-robed youth in the celestial image, deeply aware that...
Feng Ling has already overcome the tribulation of his inner demons, so perhaps he really isn't afraid of this third palm strike that makes others tremble at the mere mention of it!

……

"Young friend, please look. This third palm strike is derived from the fusion of the essence of the first two palm strikes and the power of my divine soul. It can be described as a combination of three palm strikes! It can directly impact the divine soul. One must hold fast to one's original mind and be as firm as a rock!"

While launching a fierce attack, the true form of the Green Moss Ancestor carefully explained the situation, his voice booming with Daoist chants, and his eyes filled with a deep smile.

What is this "three palms combined into one"?

Upon hearing this, Feng Ling stared at the rapidly enlarging and approaching giant hand of divine soul in his pupils, feeling a mixture of disdain and speechlessness:

Just now, it was clearly you, old man, who sensed that the spiritual aura I released was far stronger than you expected, and realized that your original third palm strike was no match for me.

So you improvised and combined the first two moves to change your strategy.

Although Feng Ling was fully aware of the matter, he still replied as the shock to his soul approached, "Thank you for the reminder, senior!"

Immediately, Feng Ling froze in mid-air like a sculpture, and the true form of the Green Moss Ancestor closed its eyes, entering a perilous and unpredictable battle of souls.

……

After a stick of incense.

Qingtai Temple, located atop the First Immortal Mountain.

The Old Ancestor of Green Moss opened his eyes, the lingering shock in them flashing by but quickly concealed.

Immediately, the Old Ancestor of Green Moss waved his hand, and the real-life image of the sky transformed into starlight. The universe within his sleeve was opened, revealing the tall and imposing figure of a young man in black robes.

Feng Ling was in high spirits: "Senior, you flatter me!"

"In a battle of souls, the Ancestor actually lost!"

"This child is destined to be an unparalleled prodigy, no, a peerless genius!"

The cave masters and disciples watched with complicated expressions as Feng Ling stepped out of his sleeve-mounted universe with a calm demeanor, their hearts filled with mixed feelings.

"Young friend, you truly deserve to be favored by the Divine Envoy Murong. Your test has indeed revealed many pleasant surprises to me!"

An old ancestor of moss showed undisguised satisfaction and appreciation on his face, then changed the subject and issued a decree in front of everyone, his voice booming as he fulfilled his promise:
"The moss-covered crowd listens to the ancestral decree:"
From this day forward, I hereby appoint Feng Ling, a guest elder of the Fierce Ghost Holy City, as the Honorary Ancestor of my Green Moss Temple, with a status equal to mine. From the three temple masters and the ninety-nine cave masters down to the disciples and servants, all shall obey his orders without question!

"I will obey my ancestor's decree!"

The Daoist chant resounded throughout the entire Green Moss Temple. All the cave masters and disciples of Green Moss Temple, whether they were present or not, put aside their various affairs and bowed in unison toward the black-robed youth who was descending from the center of the First Immortal Mountain, saying with heartfelt submission: "We respectfully welcome our honorary ancestor!"

At this moment, whether it was the three abbots, including Qingtaizi, or the cave masters of the ninety-nine caves, they all bowed their heads and obediently, making Feng Ling feel as if he were about to ascend the throne.

Indeed, strength is the only true measure of success!

Only by demonstrating the corresponding strength can we subdue others with force and suppress all those who dared to oppose us.

Every time a creature hatches, it's a new beginning...

The world is full of chaos and troubles; may the sages and saints offer you a pure land for your souls.

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