The Cold and Aloof Palace Master's Daily Demon-Slaying Life

Chapter 120 The Hidden Path

A great demon at the peak of the ninth rank corresponds to the Great Perfection of the Purple Mansion realm in the human race.

Being able to slay such a demonic beast is already extraordinary, proving that Li Baitian's title of "Qingping Sword Immortal" is by no means undeserved.

But what shocked these well-informed old monsters present even more was the origin of this monster.

The Old Earth Continent, as the ancestral home of humankind, has been developed and conquered over countless years, and high-level demons have long since disappeared.

Let alone the peak of the ninth rank, even the seventh and eighth rank demon beasts almost only exist in the forbidden areas or secret realms of various major sects and super sects, living a humble and cowardly life as guardian spirit beasts, and are hard to find in the wild.

Nowadays, peak ninth-tier demonic beasts can probably only be found in the treacherous places deep in the four seas, or in the legendary new world.

The Golden Lion King, being a race that could not possibly be a deep-sea behemoth.

Then, the answer is obvious: a new world.

Only in that new world isolated by the "Sea of ​​Mist" could such a powerful Golden Lion King clan exist.

However, the Sea of ​​Mist is a perilous place that even Golden Core True Monarchs consider a daunting path. The dangers within are enough to cause the demise of a True Monarch-level being.

How did Li Baitian, a Grand Perfection cultivator of the Purple Mansion realm, manage to traverse the Sea of ​​Mist, arrive at the New World, slay such a peak Lion King, and even bring its head back as a congratulatory gift?

Thinking hard.

This is not just a priceless gift, but also a silent yet powerful declaration.

This proclaims that the ancient Taoist lineage represented by Fu Shui Zhenjun holds the secret path to a new world.

This reveals that the circles they belong to, the resources and information they have access to, are worlds apart from those of the top sects in the old lands.

This gift was less of a congratulatory gesture and more of a show of force.

It was Fu Shui Zhenjun behind Li Baitian telling the newly promoted Zi Xu Zhenjun in front of him: Although you have already reached the Golden Core stage, you are still far from touching the true secrets and the true stage of this world.

The old monsters in the square looked at Li Baitian with a gaze that had changed from initial surprise and scrutiny to deep fear and complexity.

Only then did they truly realize that the gap between the True Monarch lineage and first-rate sects was greater than they had imagined.

It's not just a difference in strength, but also a gap in understanding and perception.

On the high platform, the elders of Taihua Sect, including Master Qingwei, also had slightly somber expressions.

They could naturally see the deeper meaning behind this "gift".

This Li Baitian, or rather, the True Lord Fushui behind him, is not a friendly visitor.

All eyes involuntarily turned to the dark-clad figure beside the lotus platform.

Zuo Qingqiu's gaze calmly fell upon the enormous golden lion head.

The lion's head was ferocious, and its golden fur was dazzling. Even in death, its remaining aura was enough to make ordinary Purple Mansion cultivators tremble.

Her eyes, however, were like a deep, still well, without the slightest ripple.

What the old monsters could think of, she could naturally think of as well.

She thought even deeper.

To her, the lion's head itself was no different from a roadside rock.

Peak of the Ninth Rank?

They're just slightly larger ants; she could crush them with a flick of her finger if she wanted to.

What truly piqued her interest was what the lion's head represented—a possible, relatively safe path leading out of the "cage".

The New World — The Sea of ​​Mist — Even with her Golden Core True Monarch cultivation, she had no absolute certainty of successfully crossing it; the risk was extremely high.

If the Fu Shui Xian Sect truly possesses a relatively reliable passage, its value far exceeds that of a hundred peak ninth-tier demons.

interesting.

The thought flashed through Zuo Qingqiu's mind. Her steps, which had been leading her to leave, came to a complete halt.

She didn't look at the lion's head much, but simply flicked her sleeve slightly.

An invisible force swept over, and the huge, heavy golden lion king's head, as if lifted by an invisible hand, rapidly shrank, turned into a golden light, and disappeared into the sleeve.

This "hidden power within a sleeve" technique, executed with effortless ease, further demonstrates her exquisite control over her own strength.

After accepting the gift, Zuo Qingqiu's gaze returned to Li Baitian. His voice was clear and calm, revealing no emotion: "I have accepted your gift, young friend. Please convey my regards to my esteemed master, True Lord Fu Shui."

She paused, and as everyone held their breath, continued, "However, it is impolite not to reciprocate. I also have a return gift," she said, "which I would like to ask you to take back to your master."

Before he finished speaking, a deep purple-black lightning flashed in Zuo Qingqiu's eyes.

She didn't even make any hand gestures or chant any spells; she simply raised her right hand and gently waved it towards the empty space in front of her.

A thin, inconspicuous purplish-black lightning bolt, barely an inch long, flew out from her sleeve.

However, as soon as the lightning left the body, it was met with a storm.

It grows tall when it faces the wind.

It melts upon exposure to light.

In the blink of an eye, that tiny bolt of lightning expanded, twisted, and deformed, transforming into a massive, purplish-black lightning dragon thousands of feet long, with distinct scales and armor, and a lifelike appearance.

The dragon's entire body was composed of pure Yin lightning power, and every scale was clearly visible, shimmering with a deep purple-black electric light.

(Layered armor to prevent spraying: Although the female protagonist has never been a dragon, she has a pure-blooded white dragon by her side all year round, so simulating a realistic dragon appearance using the power of Yin Lightning is naturally not a problem.)

The enormous dragon's body meandered and coiled, like a legendary divine python coiling around a pillar, tightly wrapping around the towering and ever-changing Taihua Peak several times.

A ferocious and majestic dragon head descended from the clouds, its massive, mountain-like head aimed at the plaza below. Within its eyes, purplish-black lightning swirled like a vortex, coldly and mercilessly surveying the crowd below, who resembled ants.

"roar--

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The dragon's roar was not a real sound wave, but a thunderous roar that directly affected the depths of the souls of all living beings.

The domineering, majestic, and terrifying power, filled with the intertwining of destruction and creation, swept across the entire square like a tangible tsunami.

puff.

puff.

Some cultivators with weaker cultivation levels and less firm wills collapsed to the ground, their faces pale, their souls trembling, and they almost fainted.

Even the old monsters with the cultivation of the Great Perfection of the Purple Mansion Realm felt their blood surging and their minds trembling, as if they had been hit hard in the chest by an invisible giant hammer, and they could hardly breathe.

Compared to the purplish-black thunder dragon that stretches across the sky and coils around the giant peak, the golden lion head that was two or three stories high just now was as insignificant as dust.

The remaining pressure of the Lion King was like a firefly compared to the bright moon before the thunderous dragon might transformed from the thought of the Golden Core True Monarch, and was instantly washed away.

"Dharma form? No! Her Dharma form is clearly not in the form of a dragon!" An old monster lost his composure and exclaimed in shock.

Beside him stood an elderly man with white hair and beard, his aura even more profound. He suppressed the trembling of his Purple Mansion Primordial Spirit and said in a hoarse voice, "No—this is not a Purple Mansion Dharma Image condensed by the Purple Mansion Realm. This is—a higher level of application of Yin Thunder Power, a direct control and manifestation of the laws of heaven and earth. This—has completely exceeded the scope of our understanding."

His gaze toward the dark figure on the high platform was filled with horror and awe.

The mere "toy" he casually conjured already possessed power far exceeding that of an ordinary peak ninth-tier demon, leaving even those at the Great Perfection of the Purple Mansion realm feeling suffocated and powerless.

The gap between the Purple Palace and the True Lord is such a despairing chasm.