Cultivation begins in Qingfeng Market.

That suppressive force originally suppressed all Foundation Establishment cultivators, preventing them from drawing upon external spiritual energy.

But now, the crimson orb has begun to draw in the spiritual energy within his domain!

The domain trembled slightly, becoming somewhat unstable.

A cold glint flashed in Lin Zhao's eyes.

Still want to fight? Then let's fight.

Let's see who has the better methods to seize spiritual power.

He took a deep breath and focused his mind on his dantian.

Inside the Thunder Gathering Pool, there was still more than half of the spiritual energy stored. The previous spells had almost exhausted his mana, but in the time it takes to drink half a cup of tea, the Thunder Pool had already replenished seventy or eighty percent of it.

enough.

With a thought, Lin Zhao's Thunder Gathering Pool trembled violently, and the stored spiritual power surged into his meridians like a floodgate being opened!

The pressure on the Dharma Domain increased dramatically after receiving this massive surge of spiritual energy, but it stabilized instantly and became even stronger than before!

The invisible suppressive force became heavier and more intense, causing the Foundation Establishment cultivators below to turn pale, and some even had blood seeping from the corners of their mouths.

At the same time, Lin Zhao made hand seals.

Forbidden Technique: Five Emperors' Seals

Begin with a hand seal.

Using its own domain as the core, it forcibly controls all spiritual power within the domain.

In an instant, the wind and clouds within the Dharma Realm changed color.

The originally orderly flow of the Four Elements Spiritual Light and the Five Sacred Mountains Phantom began to spin wildly, transforming into five enormous vortexes. Five-colored radiance soared into the sky, converging above his head into a swirling vortex of spiritual energy!

That is the sign of the Five Elements returning to their origin!

Below, the expressions of the six late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivators changed drastically.

"What is he preparing?!"

"We can't let him finish! Quickly!"

They roared and frantically urged the crimson orb to power.

However, as Lin Zhao's Five Emperor Seals took shape, the illusory images of the Five Sacred Mountains within the Dharma Domain ceased to circulate and instead transformed into chaotic vortices.

These vortexes simultaneously severed the blood-red orb's ability to draw in spiritual energy, forcing them to rely on their own magical power once again.

More than fifty Foundation Establishment cultivators poured their magic power into the blood bead without regard to cost. The countless blood threads inside the blood bead almost burst the bead, and the blood light it emitted was so thick that it was like liquid, and began to frantically draw the spiritual power within Lin Zhao's domain.

The two forces collided in mid-air.

On one side was a five-colored vortex, and on the other was a blood-red pillar of light.

The air in the entire camp was trembling, and the pebbles on the ground began to bounce. The Qi Refining cultivators and mortals had long since lay prostrate on the ground, not daring to even lift their heads.

Lin Zhao's face turned slightly pale.

The Five Emperors Seal was drawing spiritual energy too quickly; the spiritual energy within his domain was being frantically drained away.

But he didn't stop.

The hand seals change again.

The five-colored vortex within the Dharma Domain suddenly contracted, pouring all of his remaining mana and the spiritual power stored in the Thunder Gathering Pool into the hand seal!

A sudden burst of five-colored light shone brightly in front of Lin Zhao, so dazzling that it was impossible to look directly at him.

Amidst the radiance, an ancient, majestic seal, seemingly bearing the power of the five elements' birth and death, slowly took shape.

The Seals of the Five Emperors.

It is only the size of a palm, yet it seems to weigh a ton.

Five-colored spiritual light flowed around the seal, and with each flow, it seemed as if a world was being born and dying in a cycle of reincarnation.

The aura it exudes—

They've already reached the Core Formation level!

Lin Zhao's face was deathly pale; she was under too much pressure.

But he did not hesitate.

Raise your hand and push it out.

The Five Emperors Seal slowly flew out and drifted towards the blood-red pearl.

It wasn't fast, but with every inch it advanced, the faces of the cultivators below paled a little more.

Because wherever that great seal passed, space seemed to be slightly distorted.

"Stop it—!!" someone roared.

The crimson pearl suddenly exploded into a burst of crimson light, like a crimson sun, and crashed into the Five Emperors Seal!

All the magical power of more than fifty Foundation Establishment cultivators was concentrated in this one strike!

boom--

At the moment of impact, the world seemed to stand still.

Then--

"Swoosh... Boom—!!!"

A terrifying shockwave exploded!

Five-colored radiance intertwined with blood-red light, annihilated, and exploded, like a magnificent yet deadly firework blooming in the center of the basin!

The shockwave swept out, causing the stone palace to collapse and the ground to crack, instantly turning the remaining tents into dust.

The Qi Refining Tribulation cultivator was thrown away, while the mortals outside the Law Domain huddled in a corner, trembling. The entire camp was shaking.

Under this impact, Lin Zhao's domain of power melted away instantly, like ice and snow under the sun.

The Four-Colored Yinglong promptly closed its four-colored wings, firmly protecting him in the center.

The shockwave struck the light wings, scattering countless fragments of spiritual light.

Yinglong's body trembled violently, and it began to shrink to forty zhang, then thirty zhang—

It eventually stopped at about twenty feet.

The light gradually faded.

Lin Zhao opened her eyes and looked down.

In the center of the camp, a huge scar appeared.

It was a scorched black land covering several miles in circumference, with cracks extending in all directions. Five-colored light and the remnants of blood were intertwined. A layer of the ground had been forcibly shaved off, reaching depths of tens of feet in the deepest part.

In the center of the scar lay countless corpses of Qi Refining cultivators, lying haphazardly.

As for those Foundation Establishment cultivators, some had already turned into charred remains, some were incomplete, and some were still twitching weakly.

Lin Zhao's gaze swept over them.

Still standing—

The two late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivators were covered in blood and could only stand by supporting each other.

The five Foundation Establishment stage cultivators were all injured; some had lost an arm, others had half their bodies charred black, and they were barely clinging to life.

The fifteen early-stage Foundation Establishment cultivators knelt on the ground, panting heavily, too weak to even stand up.

Twenty-two people survived, and these people all had some background and strength.

Lin Zhao's attack killed four late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivators, seven mid-stage Foundation Establishment cultivators, and a total of thirty-seven early-stage Foundation Establishment cultivators.

Nearly forty Foundation Establishment cultivators died under the Five Emperor Seals.

At this moment, half a layer of spiritual liquid remained in Lin Zhao's Thunder Gathering Pool, continuously replenishing the spiritual power within his body.

He remained silent for a moment, waiting for most of his magical power to recover.

With a thought, the Four Yuan Yinglong slowly descended, its twenty-foot-long body casting a huge shadow that completely enveloped the twenty-two people.

Lin Zhao looked down at them from his high vantage point.

"To surrender, or to die."

The sound wasn't loud, but it reached everyone's ears clearly.

The two late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivators raised their heads, looking at Yinglong hovering above them and the white-clad figure on Yinglong's back.

Silent for a long time.

Then, one of them knelt down first.

Then the second, the third...

All twenty-two people knelt on the ground.

No one spoke.

But the meaning is already quite clear.

Lin Zhao's lips curled up slightly.

He won.

Adding to the Foundation Establishment cultivators that Yan Chiheng had previously subdued, the hundreds of Foundation Establishment cultivators in Dingfeng Plain either died or surrendered.

From this moment forward, this territory spanning thousands of miles will belong to the Lin family.

In the distance, the lightning continued to flash.

Lin Zhao turned her head to look.

A hundred miles away, the lightning field that covered several miles had shrunk to about half its original size, but the lightning was even more dazzling.

In the center of the lightning field, the two figures engaged in fierce combat had disappeared, leaving only a sky full of flashing lightning and deafening thunder.

Yan Chiheng has completely taken control of the situation and is using his lightning domain to slowly annihilate the leader of the Tribulation Cultivator.

He's about to win too.