I gain ten years' worth of cultivation every day, and even geniuses will only see my doorstep!

The four fragments of the War God's Token flew backward and landed at Qin Yuan's feet.

Qin Yuan groaned, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.

The old man in black robes stepped forward with a sinister grin.

"Kid, any last words?"

Qin Yuan wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and slowly stood up.

He looked at the old man in black robes, his eyes remaining calm.

"You think this is all the power I have?"

The old man in black robes was taken aback.

The next second, Qin Yuan's aura surged!

The first level of the "Heavenly Demon Disintegration Technique" is now in full swing!

A hundred years of cultivation, burned away in an instant!

His aura surged from the early stage of Void Refinement to the middle stage, then the late stage, and finally the peak stage!

The old man in black robes' expression changed drastically.

"What...what kind of technique is this?!"

Qin Yuan did not answer.

He simply raised his right hand, pointing his index finger at the old man in black robes.

At the fingertips, an unprecedented light gathered.

The Profound Origin Demon-Slaying Finger is a fusion of the Heavenly Punishment Sword Intent, the power of stars, and the immense spiritual power gained from burning a century of cultivation!

The old man in black robes retreated frantically!

"Stop them! Stop them!"

More than twenty Netherworld Cult cultivators charged forward desperately!

Qin Yuan remained expressionless and pointed with one finger!

"boom--!"

A beam of light pierced through the entire eighth floor in an instant!

Wherever the beam of light passed, everything turned to nothingness!

More than twenty Netherworld Cult cultivators, along with their magical treasures, protective auras, and flesh and blood bodies, all evaporated in this pillar of light!

The old man in black robes fled frantically, but he couldn't outrun the speed of the beam of light!

"No--!"

He screamed in agony as he was swallowed by the beam of light.

The beam of light dissipated.

The eighth floor was deathly silent.

Qin Yuan stood there, panting heavily.

He sacrificed a century of cultivation to deliver this earth-shattering blow, at a tremendous cost. His spiritual energy is now almost depleted, his meridians are aching, and even his "Undying Body of the Universe Stars" is not functioning smoothly.

But he did not fall.

He turned around and looked at Mu Sangzi in the corner.

Mu Sangzi was completely dumbfounded at this moment.

More than twenty Netherworld Cult cultivators, including the elder at the peak of the Void Refinement stage, were all reduced to ashes. Only he remained, huddled alone in a corner, trembling with fear.

"You...you..."

His lips trembled, and he couldn't utter a complete sentence.

Qin Yuan walked towards him.

Every step felt like stepping on his heart.

"Mu Sangzi".

Qin Yuan's voice was calm.

"I originally planned to settle the matter of the Green Wood Sect with you slowly. But you insisted on courting death by coming to Nanzhou to seek refuge with the Netherworld Sect."

He stopped in front of Mu Sangzi and looked down at him.

"Do you know what the Netherworld Cult is? It's an evil sect. They're the masters of those who tried to kill Lin Qing'er back then. By joining them, you're making an enemy of me."

Mu Sangzi trembled all over and finally broke down.

"Spare me! Qin Yuan! Spare me! I can tell you the secrets of the Netherworld Cult! I know what they're planning to do in the Ice and Fire Temple! I know what's on the ninth floor! I..."

"No."

Qin Yuan interrupted him.

"I'll look into it myself."

He raised his hand.

Mu Sangzi's pupils constricted, and she screamed wildly!

"No--!"

A flash of pale golden light.

Mu Sangzi's voice abruptly stopped.

His body slumped down, his eyes still filled with terror and resentment.

Qin Yuan withdrew his hand, not even glancing at him, and turned to walk towards the door of the ninth floor.

Behind him, Mu Sangzi's body grew cold.

The door to the ninth floor was a huge curtain of light.

On the light screen, ice and fire intertwine and flow, forming countless intricate patterns.

Qin Yuan stood in front of the light screen and took a deep breath.

Then, he stepped inside.

The scene before my eyes suddenly changed.

The ninth floor was not the hall or maze he had imagined.

It was not a large altar.

The altar was circular, measuring a thousand feet in circumference. Nine enormous stone pillars stood around it, each covered with ancient runes.

In the center of the altar, a jet-black token floats.

Fragments of the War God's Decree.

The sixth one.

The area around the altar was already filled with people.

The Heavenly Sword Sect, led by Jian Wufeng, occupies the eastern side.

Wanfa Sect, Liu Ruoxi, and others occupied the west side.

The Xuan Tian Sect, including Ling Shuanghua, Lei Dong, Ling Shuangyin, and the white-haired old man, occupied the south side.

There were also some scattered experts among them, standing in various places.

But everyone's attention was focused on the token in the center of the altar.

No one moved.

Because a terrifying guardian was lurking around the token.

It was a giant dragon, hundreds of feet long, whose entire body was formed from the power of ice and fire.

Ice and Fire Dragon.

Peak of the Void Refinement Realm.

Moreover, he has one foot in the Dao Integration stage, the peak of the Void Refinement realm.

As soon as Qin Yuan stepped into the ninth floor, countless gazes fell upon him.

"Qin Yuan!"

Ling Shuangyin exclaimed in surprise, her eyes filled with delight.

Ling Shuanghua also looked at him, a hint of relaxation flashing in her eyes.

Jian Wufeng raised an eyebrow slightly, a smile playing at the corners of his lips.

"You're here? I thought you'd die on the way."

Qin Yuan ignored him.

He walked over to the Xuantian Sect and stood beside Ling Shuanghua.

"What's going on?"

Ling Shuanghua whispered, "The Ice-Fire Dragon is guarding that token. More than a dozen people who tried to force their way in were killed by it."

Qin Yuan looked around the altar.

Indeed, there were many corpses and bloodstains scattered on the ground.

"Nobody can beat it?"

Ling Shuanghua shook her head.

"Although its cultivation level is only at the peak of the Void Refinement stage, it has the advantage of location in this Ice and Fire Temple. The power of ice and fire is constantly replenished, and it can wear down anyone below the Dao Integration stage."

Qin Yuan frowned.

"What should we do then?"

Ling Shuanghua remained silent for a moment.

"wait."

"What are you waiting for?"

"Wait for an opportunity."

She pointed to the center of the altar.

"Look at the bottom of that token, there's a groove."

Qin Yuan focused his gaze.

Indeed, below where the token was suspended, there was a palm-sized groove with a somewhat familiar shape.

"That is..."

"The War God's Token," Ling Shuanghua said, "is needed as a key to activate the altar. After activation, the Ice-Fire Dragon will be weakened for a short period. That will be our chance to make our move."

Qin Yuan's eyes flickered slightly.

Another War God Token.

He has four in his hand.

but--

He didn't say it.

His gaze swept over everyone present.

The Heavenly Sword Sect, the Myriad Laws Sect, the Profound Heaven Sect, and those rogue cultivators—everyone was eyeing that token; everyone wanted it.

If he takes out the War God's Token and activates the altar, then after the period of weakness, he will face an attack from everyone.

"Wait a little longer," Ling Shuanghua said softly. "Someone will eventually give in."

Qin Yuan nodded.

Time passed by, second by second.

Finally, someone couldn't hold back any longer.

A rogue cultivator, at the late stage of the Void Refinement realm, suddenly sprang into action and charged towards the altar!

He was incredibly fast, covering a distance of a hundred feet in the blink of an eye, and reached out to grab the token!

The ice and fire dragon moved.

It opened its enormous maw, and a beam of light, interwoven with ice and fire, roared out!

The rogue cultivator screamed in agony as the beam of light pierced through him, killing him instantly!

The body fell and crashed onto the altar, splattering blood everywhere.

Everyone gasped.

Late stage of Void Refinement, capable of instant kill with a single strike.

This ice-fire dragon is stronger than I imagined.

A long time passed.

Finally, the Heavenly Sword Sect made its move.