After the yandere fairies were reborn, they all wanted to possess me!

Feng Ling didn't want to fly; she thought flying was too slow.

He took out a palm-sized silver flying boat from his storage ring and threw it out. The flying boat grew longer in the wind and in the blink of an eye, it became a giant ship that was a hundred feet long and thirty feet wide.

The ship's hull was entirely silver, covered with wind and thunder runes, and gleamed dazzlingly in the sunlight.

Twelve puppet guards stood on either side of the ship's side, all of them early-stage True Immortals, motionless as if cast in iron.

Feng Ling was the first to jump up, turning back to wave at Su Chen, "Come on up, what are you standing there for?"

Su Chen jumped onto the flying boat.

The ship remained completely still, as stable as if it were standing on the ground.

Feng Ling walked into the cabin, which was even larger than it appeared from the outside.

It was divided into three rooms, one inside and one outside, with the innermost room being her boudoir.

Through the beaded curtain, you can see a large carved bed inside, covered with a bright red quilt.

The quilt is embroidered with a pattern of mandarin ducks playing in the water.

The middle room is the reception room, furnished with tables, chairs, and tea sets, and a plate of spiritual fruits is placed on the table.

The outermost room is the cultivation room. The floor is covered with futons, and the walls are engraved with spirit-gathering arrays. The spiritual energy is so dense that it seems to turn into water droplets.

"You stay in the cultivation room. I'll stay inside. Don't come in."

Feng Ling pointed to the cultivation room.

Su Chen nodded.

Outside, the airship pierced through the clouds and flew eastward at an astonishing speed.

After flying for a short while, Feng Ling got bored and ran out of the cabin to lie on the ship's side and watch the clouds.

He watched for a while, then ran back, and then ran out again after a while, muttering to himself, seemingly busy with something.

Su Chen watched her running around and found it amusing.

Despite being a princess of the Immortal Realm, a True Immortal in the early stage, and having lived for thousands of years, she still acts like a naive child who has never seen the world.

But upon closer reflection, it makes sense. Canaries kept in palaces have never left the palace in thousands of years; what kind of knowledge could they possibly have?

"Phoenix Spirit".

Su Chen spoke.

"Um?"

Feng Ling leaned over the gunwale and looked at him from the side.

"How many years have you been cultivating?"

Feng Ling paused for a moment, then counted on her fingers, "Two thousand three hundred years."

"Two thousand three hundred years, early stage of True Immortal, neither fast nor slow. What level are you at in the Middle Immortal Realm?"

Feng Ling thought for a moment, "Above average, I guess. There are people stronger than me, and there are people weaker than me."

She paused for a moment, then said, "But I have the Phoenix Cry Sword given to me by my father. Even a late-stage True Immortal can't defeat me."

She patted the scabbard at her waist.

Su Chen looked at the golden sword without saying a word.

A Celestial King-level magic weapon is indeed powerful.

But external things are ultimately just external things; they're not the power you cultivate yourself. Will you be able to use them smoothly?

He didn't ask.

The flying boat traveled for a day and a night before arriving at the eastern region of the Central Immortal Realm.

The landscape below began to become rugged and uneven, the flat land turned into hills, and the hills turned into mountain ranges.

The mountain range grew higher and higher, eventually becoming a towering black mountain that stretched across the land.

Like a sleeping behemoth, with no end in sight.

Feng Ling pointed to the mountain, "The Spirit Liquid Lake is located at the top of this mountain. The mountain is called Black Mountain, and there is a lake at the top of the mountain. The lake water is not water, but chaotic spirit liquid."

She paused again, lowering her voice slightly.

"But this lake has an owner. There is a large family in the Eastern Region of the Central Immortal Domain, with the surname Murong, who have guarded this mountain for generations. The ancestor of the Murong family was a late-stage True Immortal who had lived for countless millennia and had a terrible temper."

Su Chen looked at the black mountain. "The Murong family doesn't collect Chaos Spirit Liquid?"

"Gather it. Gather it and sell it. The Chaos Spirit Liquid in the Central Immortal Realm is all bought from the Murong family. It's incredibly expensive."

Feng Ling curled her lip, her face practically screaming "shady businessman."

The flying boat landed at the foot of the mountain.

At the foot of the mountain stands a stone archway with two large characters engraved on it: Murong.

Behind the archway is a bluestone path lined with towering ancient trees on both sides. The trunks are so thick that it takes two people to hug them, and the canopies block out the sun.

Two disciples stood beneath the archway, dressed in blue Taoist robes with long swords hanging at their waists; both were early-stage True Immortals.

When they saw the airship, their expressions changed, but they quickly regained their composure.

One of them quickly stepped forward, clasped his hands in a fist salute, and bowed.

"Fellow Daoists, have you come to request the Chaos Elixir?"

Feng Ling jumped off the flying boat, puffed out her chest, and the two giant balls of lightning swayed beneath her golden dress.

"Summon your master. I wish to see him."

The disciple was stunned for a moment, but seeing Feng Ling's attire, the Phoenix Cry Sword at her waist, and the silver flying boat behind her, he had already guessed what was going on.

He turned and ran up the mountain, his boots clattering on the flagstones, leaving a trail of hurried footsteps.

Not long after, an old man came down from the mountain.

He wore a long blue robe, his hair was gray, and he didn't have many wrinkles on his face, but his eyes were very bright, like two polished black gems.

Murong Hai, the patriarch of the Murong family, is a late-stage True Immortal.

When he saw Feng Ling, his expression changed slightly, but he quickly put on a smile again.

"Your Highness, it is an honor to have you here. We have failed to greet you properly."

Feng Ling nodded, her voice devoid of any politeness.

"Patriarch Murong, I have come to request Chaos Elixir. I need ten drops."

Murong Hai's smile froze on his face.

Ten drops, ten drops of Chaos Spirit Liquid, the Murong family's production over a thousand years, a fortune accumulated over several eras, which they would never sell a single drop of normally.

"Princess, ten drops are too much. The Murong family can't afford it either."

"Nine drops."

Murong Hai's lips twitched.

"Eight drops."

"Seven drops."

"Six drops."

"Five drops. No less than that."

Murong Hai gritted his teeth, his face wrinkled into a dried chrysanthemum.

"Five drops will do."

Feng Ling nodded.

Murong Hai breathed a sigh of relief, took out a jade bottle from his storage ring, and handed it over.

The jade bottle was very small, only the size of a thumb, and was entirely blue, with a light gold seal sealing the mouth of the bottle.

Su Chen reached out and took the jade bottle. He probed it with his spiritual energy and found five drops of grayish-white liquid inside, each of which exuded a terrifying aura.

Thanks.

Feng Ling turned and left.

"Princess."

Murong Hai called out to her.

Feng Ling turned around. "Is there anything else?"

"I have a question to ask you."

Murong Hai's gaze fell on Su Chen. "And this is—"

"Su Chen. Champion of the Immortal Cultivation Tournament."

Feng Ling didn't think much of it and just said it.

Murong Hai's expression changed completely.

The champion of the Immortal Dao Tournament, a True Immortal in the early stage with a True Domain of 120,000 zhang, defeated a True Immortal in the late stage.

Having repelled the princess of the Central Immortal Realm, his name has been circulating throughout the region for the past few days.

He bent down and bowed deeply. "Young Master Su, I was unaware of your presence and have been very negligent."

Su Chen looked at him without saying a word, then turned and walked towards the flying boat.

The flying boat took off and headed south.

Standing on the ship's railing, looking at the increasingly smaller black mountain below, Feng Ling couldn't help but ask, "Su Chen, why didn't you ask Murong Hai for more Chaos Spirit Liquid?"

Five drops are enough.

Su Chen's voice came from inside the cabin.

Feng Ling turned around, wanting to ask more, but saw that Su Chen had already closed his eyes and started cultivating.

Gray mist surged from his body, condensing into a figure in the cultivation room that looked exactly like him.

The Chaotic True Spirit.

The figure did not leave the training room, but stood in the mist, the two facing each other, all four eyes closed, surrounded by a chilling gray light.

The Chaos Spirit Fruit grows on Spirit Fruit Mountain, which is located in the southern part of the Central Immortal Realm. It covers an area of ​​a hundred miles and is ten thousand feet high.

The mountain was covered with spirit fruit trees, but only one tree produced the Chaos Spirit Fruit.

The tree grew on the mountaintop, three zhang tall and three wei in circumference, with golden leaves and a silver trunk.

Nine fruits grew on the tree, each the size of a fist, grayish-white in color, and emanating a chaotic mist.

Lingguo Mountain also has an owner; the Zhao family of the Southern Region guards this mountain.

The Zhao family's ancestor was a late-stage True Immortal, even stronger than Murong Hai. He had been operating in the Southern Region of the Central Immortal Domain for countless years and was deeply rooted in the region.

The flying boat landed at the foot of Lingguo Mountain, and Feng Ling, acting like a princess, made her way through without any obstacles.

But when she asked for the Chaos Spirit Fruit, the Zhao family, unsurprisingly, started making excuses.

"Princess, the Chaos Spirit Fruit only bears fruit once every ten thousand years, and there are only nine fruits at a time. You want three, this—"

Two.

"Two is too many."

"One. That's the most I can have."

Feng Ling's finger was almost poking the other person's face.

Zhao Wuji, the head of the Zhao family, was a late-stage True Immortal. He wore a golden Taoist robe, had gray hair, and few wrinkles on his face.

He gritted his teeth, looked at the Phoenix Cry Sword at Feng Ling's waist, and then at Su Chen behind Feng Ling.

In the end, he didn't dare to offend them and took out a jade box from his storage ring and handed it over.

Feng Ling opened the jade box, inside which lay a grayish-white fruit, the size of a fist, emanating a rich aura of chaos.

"Thank you, Patriarch Zhao."

She turned and handed it to Su Chen.

Su Chen took the jade box and put it into his storage ring.

Zhao Wuji looked at Su Chen, his eyes narrowing and his face crinkling with wrinkles. "This is Young Master Su? The champion of the Immortal Dao Tournament?"

Su Chen nodded.

Zhao Wuji's expression changed again, a hint of barely perceptible apprehension hidden deep within his smile.

"Young Master Su, I heard that you displayed a True Domain of 120,000 zhang at the Immortal Dao Assembly. Would you be so kind as to broaden my horizons?"

Su Chen looked at him, "No."

Feng Ling pulled Su Chen away.

The flying boat took off and headed west.

Feng Ling couldn't help but ask, "Su Chen, why don't you show him? A true domain of 120,000 zhang, it would scare him to death."

Su Chen looked at her, his eyes indifferent.

"On what grounds?"

Feng Ling was stunned for a moment, then realized what she meant and smiled.

She found herself growing increasingly fond of this young man from the Northern Immortal Realm.

He's unassuming and doesn't show off, yet no one can beat him.

The Chaos Spirit Flower is located in the Spirit Flower Valley in the Western Region of the Central Immortal Realm, and the guardian force of the Spirit Flower Valley is the Zhou family of the Western Region.

The head of the Zhou family, Zhou Tianci, is a late-stage True Immortal. The Zhou family is stronger than both the Murong and Zhao families. It is said that the family also has a patriarch at the peak of True Immortal.

This time, Feng Ling's princess-like demeanor didn't work.

Zhou Tianci took the princess's token from Feng Ling, looked at it, and returned it to her.

"Princess, there isn't a single Chaos Spirit Flower. Please leave."

Feng Ling's expression turned very ugly.

"Patriarch Zhou, have you thought this through? My father is the Immortal Emperor of the Central Immortal Realm. If you offend me, you offend the entire Central Immortal Realm."

Zhou Tianci looked at her and smiled.

"Princess, I cannot afford to offend you. But I truly do not possess the Chaos Spirit Flower."

Feng Ling turned pale with anger and was about to explode when a hand pressed down on her shoulder.

Su Chen stepped out from behind her and stood in front of Zhou Tianci. The Chaos Sword at his waist trembled slightly, and dark golden sword energy overflowed from the gaps in the scabbard.

"Master Zhou, are you sure you don't have any?"

Zhou Tianci looked at him, at his calm eyes, at his dark gold sword, and the unease in his heart grew stronger.

He gritted his teeth. "Young Master Su, I said no, and that's final."

Su Chen remained silent as the Chaos True Domain unfolded.

Gray mist erupted from his body, enveloping the entire Spirit Flower Valley.

The 120,000-zhang true domain pressed down on Zhou Tianci, rendering him unable to move.

"Is it there now?"

Zhou Tianci's face turned a deep purplish-red, and cold sweat dripped down his forehead.

He could sense that Su Chen could take his life at any time if he wanted to.

Yes, there is one.

Su Chen took back the True Domain.

Zhou Tianci took out a jade box from his storage ring, held it with both hands, and handed it over, his hands still trembling.

Su Chen took the jade box and opened it. Inside lay a flower with gray petals and golden stamens, exuding a rich aura of chaos.

Chaos Spirit Flower.

Thanks.

Feng Ling took the jade box and pulled Su Chen away.

The flying boat soared through the air, and Feng Ling looked at Su Chen with a complex expression.

"Su Chen, you just—you almost killed Zhou Tianci."

"He deserves to die."

Su Chen looked at the sea of ​​clouds in the distance.

"He knows how many Chaos Spirit Flowers he has. But if he wants us to beg him, he has a hundred ways to raise the price. After the price goes up, we'll owe him a favor, and we'll have to repay it later. We can't tolerate this kind of old fox."

Feng Ling fell silent.

She found that she understood this boy from the Northern Immortal Realm less and less.

He understands everything, but he just doesn't say it.

But Su Chen knew in his heart that Zhou Tianci would not let this go.

He lost face in Linghua Valley, and he will definitely get his revenge.

How do I find it?

do not know.

But he had a premonition that even bigger trouble was yet to come.

The flying boat turned around and flew north to retrieve the last material—the Chaos Spirit Grass, a product of the Northern Immortal Realm.

Sure enough, it was Spirit Flower Valley.

Zhou Tianci sat in the main hall, with a man in black standing in front of him.

"Master, Su Chen and the princess have already left."

"Gone? Where did they go?"

"Head north. Go and retrieve the Chaos Spirit Herb."

Zhou Tianci laughed, a cold laugh, his voice sounding like it was being squeezed out from between his teeth.

"Go tell the Tianming Sect Master of the Tianxuan Sect that Su Chen is in the Northern Immortal Domain, all alone, without any help."

The man in black was taken aback. "Master, you—"

Do as I say.

Zhou Tianci interrupted him.

"Tianming has been searching for Su Chen for so long without success. We've sent this message over, and Tianming owes us a favor. If the Zhou family ever needs anything in the future, the Tianxuan Sect will help us."

The man in black nodded.

The flying boat traveled for three days and three nights before arriving at the Northern Immortal Realm.

Su Chen stood on the ship's railing, looking down at the familiar wasteland below, and a complex feeling welled up in his heart again.

After being away for so long, I'm finally back.

The Qingyun Sect was just ahead, that dilapidated little sect, the sect with only two people. Old Man Chen Xuan was still waiting for him.

The flying boat landed on the Qingyun Sect's martial arts arena.

Chen Xuan ran out of the main hall, his Taoist crown askew, and his eyes reddened when he saw Su Chen.

"You're back?"

"I'm back."

Su Chen walked up and took Chen Xuan's arm. "Sect Master, I'm back."

Chen Xuan nodded, tears streaming down his face.

He reached out to wipe it off, but it fell down again; he wiped it off again, but it fell down again.

Standing on the flying boat, Feng Ling watched this scene, and a warm feeling welled up in her heart again.

This kid from the Northern Immortal Realm can kill late-stage True Immortals without batting an eye, yet he's as gentle as a lamb to the elderly.

She jumped down, walked over, and said, "Greetings, Sect Leader Chen."

Chen Xuan looked at her, paused for a moment, and asked, "And this is—"

"Princess Feng Ling of the Central Immortal Realm."

Su Chen spoke up from the side.

Chen Xuan's legs went weak, and he almost knelt down.

Feng Ling quickly caught him, "Sect Master Chen, please don't do this. You are Su Chen's sect master, so you are my elder."

Chen Xuan looked at the beautiful princess in front of him, then at Su Chen with a strange expression. He opened his mouth, but swallowed his words back.

Su Chen entered the main hall and sat down cross-legged.

Feng Ling sat beside him, resting her chin on her hand as she watched him cultivate.

As the gray mist rising around him grew larger and thicker, that complex feeling welled up in my heart again.

She called softly, "Su Chen, what are you planning to do now?"

"Become stronger. So strong that no one can beat me."

"and then?"

"Then go find someone."

Feng Ling was stunned. "Who are you looking for?"

"A woman."

Su Chen's mind conjured up Tianxiang's round little face.

Feng Ling's expression changed slightly.

"Who is she to you?"

"A very important person."

Feng Ling lowered her head and didn't ask any more questions.

But her hands clenched the hem of her clothes so tightly that her knuckles turned white.

The Chaos Spirit Herb grows in the Spirit Herb Valley in the northwest of the Northern Immortal Domain. The Spirit Herb Valley has no master, but it is inhabited by demonic beasts, including late-stage True Immortals.

Feng Ling looked at Su Chen, who smiled. He drew his sword, and a dark golden beam of light shot out from the tip, blasting half a mountain apart.

The late-stage True Immortal demon beast crawled out of the rubble and looked at the sword in Su Chen's hand.

Looking at the wounds on his body inflicted by the sword energy, he screamed and turned to run away.

It runs faster than a rabbit.

Su Chen walked over, squatted down, reached out, and plucked the grayish-white spirit herb.

All nine ingredients are ready.

He closed his eyes, and his spiritual energy circulated through his meridians.

The recipe for the Chaos Elixir appeared in his mind: Chaos Qi, Chaos Heart, Chaos Fragment, Chaos Elixir, Chaos Fruit, Chaos Flower, Chaos Herb, Chaos Root, Chaos Seed.

Nine ingredients are added in sequence and refined with real fire for forty-nine days.

He took out a medicine cauldron from his storage ring. It was about half a person tall, with a dark gold body and was covered with densely packed runes.

The cauldron has a lid with nine small holes for putting in ingredients.

True Qi transformed into fire, and golden true fire erupted from the palm, enveloping the entire cauldron.

The cauldron began to heat up, and the runes lit up one by one.

The first ingredient is the primordial energy.

The first crack of the cauldron lid opened, and the true fire crackled and popped on the inner wall as Su Chen poured in the chaotic energy.

The next day, the Heart of Chaos.

The second seam of the cauldron lid opened, and the true fire continued to refine it.

The third day, fragments of chaos.

On the fourth day, the Chaos Elixir was produced.

On the fifth day, the Chaos Spirit Fruit was obtained.

On the sixth day, the Chaos Spirit Flower appeared.

On the seventh day, the Chaos Spirit Herb was obtained.

On the eighth day, the Chaotic Spiritual Root was formed.

On the ninth day, the Chaos Spirit Seed was born.

Nine ingredients, nine days, all were put into the cauldron.

Now we just wait.

The heat must be just right, or the pills will explode.

It can't be too small, otherwise the medicinal properties won't be released.

Su Chen closed his eyes, probing his divine sense into the cauldron, controlling the heat meticulously, not daring to slack off in the slightest.

The true fire completes one cycle every seventy-two rotations, after which the divine consciousness is mostly consumed.

Twelve rounds a day, seven days and seven nights, seventy-two rounds in total. When one's spiritual consciousness can no longer hold on, one should swallow a pill to restore it. Once the pill is finished, one should take another from the storage ring.

When the sect's resources ran out, Feng Ling would take more from her own storage ring, since she had enough pills to build a house.

Feng Ling stood beside him, watching the beads of sweat dripping from Su Chen's forehead and his pale face.

She bit her lip, wanting to say something, but afraid of disturbing him, so she swallowed her words.

It got dark and then light again outside, and on the thirty-sixth day, the cauldron suddenly began to shake violently.

Dark golden light streamed out from the gaps in the lid of the cauldron, illuminating the entire hall.

Chen Xuan rushed in from outside the hall, his face ashen. "Su Chen, a lot of people have arrived outside. They are all late-stage True Immortals, dressed in the attire of the Southern Immortal Domain."

People from the Tianxuan Sect have arrived.

Tianming personally led a team of over a hundred mid-stage True Immortal disciples and twenty late-stage True Immortal elders, completely surrounding the Qingyun Sect.

Su Chen didn't move, and he didn't dare to stop the True Fire for even a moment.

Feng Ling stood up, drew the Phoenix Cry Sword from her waist, and golden sword energy shot out from the tip of the sword, carving a deep trench at the entrance of the main hall.

"Anyone who dares to come in will be killed without mercy. So what if you're a late-stage True Immortal? My Phoenix Cry Sword can even cut down a peak True Immortal."

Chen Xuan stood beside her, his cloudy old eyes filled with guilt.

Having lived for thousands of years, in the end, a junior still has to stand in front of him.

Outside, Tianming stood in front of the Qingyun Sect's mountain gate, looking at the small, dilapidated gate, a slight smile playing on his lips.

The disciples and elders behind him formed a battle formation, their sword energy surging and their killing intent palpable.

"Su Chen, come out!"

He smashed the plaque on the mountain gate with a single palm strike.

Su Chen did not come out.

Feng Ling emerged, unleashing a golden sword aura with her Phoenix Cry Sword. Tian Ming raised his hand to block it, but was still forced back half a step.

"The Phoenix Cry Sword of the Central Immortal Realm? Are you Phoenix Spirit?"

"It is indeed I, the princess."

"Princess, this is none of your business. Let Su Chen come out!"

Feng Ling didn't speak, and slashed with her sword.

Tianming dodged, but his disciples behind him couldn't. They were hit by the aftershocks of the sword energy, and two disciples at the mid-stage of True Immortal were sent flying backward, crashing to the ground and coughing up blood.

Tianming's face turned completely dark.

"Feng Ling, don't think that just because you're a princess of the Central Immortal Realm, I won't dare to touch you!"

"Do you dare?"

Feng Ling looked at him and sneered.

Tianming fell silent.

He dare not.

The Immortal Emperor of the Central Immortal Realm is at the peak of True Immortal; killing him would be as easy as turning one's hand.

But Su Chen was right in front of him, and the Chaos Immortal Pill was almost finished.

He gritted his teeth and rushed forward.

Feng Ling blocked the attack, unleashing one, two, three sword strikes—the full power of her Immortal King-level magic weapon.

Each sword strike was accompanied by a piercing sonic boom, and golden sword energy slashed through the sky.

They tore a hole in the hundred-person formation of the Tianxuan Sect.

But she was also injured; blood trickled from the corner of her mouth, and her arms were trembling.

She can't fight so many people by herself.

Chen Xuan also rushed forward, unleashing his True Domain of the Void. The three-thousand-foot-long domain enveloped the two elders of the Heavenly Profound Sect, but it was broken after only three breaths.

The two were knocked away and crashed to the ground, coughing up blood.

Tianming rushed into the main hall.

Su Chen opened his eyes.

The pill is ready.

The lid of the cauldron flew up, and a golden pill flew out of the cauldron, hovering in mid-air, emitting a dazzling golden light.

Su Chen reached out, grasped the pill, and swallowed it in one gulp.

The elixir entered his stomach and transformed into a warm current flowing into his dantian.

The Heart of Chaos spun wildly, and the spiritual energy in his dantian began to expand.

He broke through three minor realms in one go: mid-stage True Immortal, late-stage True Immortal, and peak True Immortal.

Su Chen stood up, his bones cracking like firecrackers during the New Year.

Clenching his fist, gray mist danced on it; it wasn't the Chaos True Spirit, but the Chaos True Domain.

Gray mist erupted from his body, enveloping the entire hall, the entire Qingyun Sect, the entire Qingyun Town, and the entire Northern Immortal Domain.

The million-zhang-wide true domain immobilized all the people of the Tianxuan Sect.

Tianming looked at Su Chen, his heart filled with a fear as thick as ink.

"you--"

Su Chen raised his hand, and Chaos True Lightning shot out from his palm. Golden light flashed, and Tian Ming was blasted away, crashing through the dome of the main hall and falling to the ground, coughing up blood.

"Should we continue?"

Tianming got up and ran away, followed by the dozen or so elders and over a hundred disciples who all fled without daring to look back.

Su Chen stood in the center of the hall, looking at the mess on the ground, and closed his eyes.

Peak of True Immortal.

Below the Celestial King, he was invincible.

Chen Xuan got up from the ground, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and said, "Su Chen, you—"

"Sect Master, I'm alright."

Su Chen opened his eyes, walked over, and took out a pill from his storage ring and handed it to him.

Chen Xuan took the pill and looked at it. Although he didn't recognize it, he still swallowed it.

Feng Ling also got up, wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, looked at Su Chen, and that complicated feeling welled up in her heart again.

This man has become stronger again.

Su Chen looked at her and said, "Thank you."

Feng Ling smiled, "You're welcome."

Su Chen turned around, walked to the entrance of the main hall, and looked at the gray sky outside.

It's a breakthrough, but it's not strong enough.

There are even higher realms above the Immortal King, and he needs more.

The fifth level of the Chaos Immortal Pill: Chaos True Soul.

He closed his eyes, and gray mist surged within his body. The Chaos True Spirit emerged from the mist and stood beside him, but this time it was different from before.

The Chaos True Spirit opened its eyes, and its eyes were no longer gray.

It's pure gold, exactly the same as his.

The Chaos True Spirit looked at him and said, "My lord, someone has arrived. Very strong."

Su Chen opened his eyes.

In the distance, on the horizon, a black figure was flying towards the Qingyun Sect.

He wore a black Taoist robe, his hair was as black as ink, and his face was without a single wrinkle.

Peak of True Immortal.

Mo Wuhen, the patriarch of the Mo family in the Central Immortal Realm.

he came.

He came to find Su Chen.

They didn't come to seek cooperation with him; they came to seek revenge.

He wanted Su Chen to pay for his brother Mo Yuan's death.