Covering the Sky: Fairy, I really need to control you properly.

If a deity is damaged, the Dao Palace will inevitably suffer; at best, cultivation will decline, and at worst, the foundation of the Dao will crumble.

Even if ordinary cultivators could do it, they would never use it lightly, much less like Zhu Wuji, who relied solely on deities to fight the enemy from beginning to end.

But unfortunately, his deity was ridiculously powerful.

"This is fucking..."

It is common knowledge in the cultivation world of the Eastern Wilderness that the Purple Mansion and the Myriad Beginnings have always been at odds.

The founders of the two schools had a complicated and unclear history, and they fought each other over their grudges, thus forging a deep-seated hatred.

For tens of thousands of years, the two families have harbored deep-seated grudges.

The third, the fourth, the fifth, the final battle...

Zhu Wuji crushed his opponents with unstoppable momentum, while the golden deity roamed freely on the battle stage as if it were an empty field.

From beginning to end, Zhu Wuji stood in the center of the battle platform, nonchalant and aloof, making every disciple of the Purple Mansion feel stifled.

"This is outrageous!"

"Whose holy son is only at the first level of the Dao Palace's secret realm?" someone said indignantly. "It's obvious they're deliberately suppressing their cultivation level, hiding in a lower realm waiting to pick up scraps, isn't it?"

"I must say, the Myriad Beginnings Holy Land's move was quite underhanded. The top cultivators in the Dao Palace realm don't really have any strong opponents. Which of the truly promising talents from the various holy lands didn't rush up there long ago? Isn't this just picking up the scraps?"

"This shorty, a dignified Holy Son, squatting in the first level of the Dao Palace, bullying our newly initiated junior brother, doesn't he feel ashamed!"

"Shameful? What they want is the other shore of formless bliss. Whether it's shameful or not, how much is it worth?"

A moment of silence fell over everyone again.

Because everyone knows that, according to the rules, he really can.

Meanwhile, at the Wan Chu Holy Land, the elders were all smiles, chatting and laughing.

"These fools." An elder from the Myriad Beginnings Sect picked up his teacup, took a small sip, and said, "Do you think you can fathom the true nature of my Holy Son?"

"The first level of the Dao Palace? Ha, even if I gave you three levels, you still wouldn't be able to win."

"Just watch, the real show is yet to come."

On the battle platform, the master of ceremonies' voice rang out: "The first group from the Dao Palace Secret Realm, the champion, is Zhu Wuji from the Myriad Beginnings Holy Land!"

A single petal of the Other Shore of No Birth was won by the Holy Land of Ten Thousand Beginnings and acquired.

The petals were entirely crimson gold, palm-sized, and as thin as cicada wings. As they drifted down from the sky, nine colors swirled and a Taoist aura permeated the air, drawing the intense gazes of countless people.

Elder Wan Chu reached out and took it with a smile, deliberately putting it slowly and deliberately into the jade box.

Just then...

"boom!"

An aura erupted from the battle platform.

Everyone looked over and saw Zhu Wuji sitting cross-legged in the center of the battle platform, his body radiating golden light, and a booming sound coming from the Dao Palace.

He made a breakthrough on the spot!

The second level of the Dao Palace, the Divine Treasury of the Liver, the Secret Realm of Wood, was forcibly opened by him at this moment.

Azure light patterns spread from his body, eventually condensing above his head into a lush and vibrant Jianmu tree, its branches and leaves unfurling, full of life.

The second level of the Dao Palace.

Zhu Wuji opened his eyes, stood up, and said, "On behalf of the Myriad Beginnings Holy Land, I will continue to participate in the second group of competitions. Everyone, I believe you have no objections?"

The entire audience erupted in uproar.

"What? He's going to continue?"

"Fight the first level of the Dao Palace and then fight the second level? Is that even allowed?"

"The Daoist Debate Conference doesn't seem to have a rule against someone participating in two battles simultaneously, does it?"

The disciples of the Purple Mansion looked at each other, their faces extremely grim.

Yes, the conference didn't stipulate that.

On the high platform, a senior elder whispered, "They've exploited a loophole."

"Are we just going to stand by and watch him fight his way up on our Purple Mansion territory, taking all the top spots?"

Whether he has the ability or not is another matter, but this behavior is simply a slap in the face to our Purple Mansion!

The key point is that, in the perception of the elders of the various holy lands, Zhu Wuji's cultivation level was genuinely at the first level of the Dao Palace, and not suppressed by a secret technique.

This is completely different from the situation where a higher realm oppresses a lower realm, and no matter how dissatisfied people are, they have no grounds for criticism.

……

The battles in the second level of the Dao Palace Secret Realm soon began.

Among the more than forty participants, some were given a chance to skip a round, and a progressive elimination system was adopted.

In the final battle, Zhu Wuji defeated a genius disciple of the Yao Guang Holy Land and won the championship again.

"The second level of the Dao Palace was also swept away..." The crowd discussed among themselves.

Then, another burst of energy erupted from his body, his kidney treasury was opened, and he advanced to the third level of the Dao Palace.

"He wants to play again! He wants to play in the third group!"

"In the third group, I, Zhu Wuji from the Wan Chu Holy Land, will continue to participate."

This time, even the Purple Mansion disciples who had previously been the most vocal critics fell silent.

It's not that I don't want to curse, it's that I can't bring myself to do it.

They attacked relentlessly, one wave after another, and every battle was a fair and square crushing victory. What can you say?

The disciples of the Purple Mansion looked at each other, feeling extremely frustrated.

On his own turf, he was relentlessly attacked by the Holy Son of the sworn enemy holy land, and it seemed that he was about to take all the rewards from the first few groups.

But they could only watch helplessly, unable to do anything.

In the third group, only one person from the Purple Mansion Holy Land participated: Baopu Peak and Ge Yu.

It was only then that people noticed his strangeness.

This cultivator seems to be free from the sea of ​​suffering...

The path of cultivation begins in the sea of ​​suffering. Only by opening the sea of ​​suffering can one unlock the secret realm of the sea of ​​reincarnation, and then proceed to the Dao Palace, the Four Extremes, the Dragon Transformation, and the Immortal Platform.

However, according to the perceptions of the elders, the lower abdomen of this young man was completely silent, without the Sea of ​​Bitterness, the Spring of Life, or any trace of the Sea of ​​Wheels Secret Realm.

But within his body are three Dao Palaces.

"This is..." An elder from the Great Yan Holy Land frowned, "A single secret realm? He only cultivates the Dao Palace?"

"Following the example of the ancient sages, we chant scriptures in the Daoist palace, cultivating only one realm!"

"I've long heard of Baopu Peak's mystique, and it certainly lives up to its reputation."

Single-realm cultivation is a special method recorded in ancient books, which involves exhausting everything in a single secret realm and refining it to the ultimate level.

In the final stage, the two faced off.

"please."

Zhu Wuji did not overestimate himself; this time, he finally retrieved the golden deity.

He took matters into his own hands.

Ten moves.

Thirty moves.

Fifty moves.

Zhu Wuji fought faster and fiercer, but Ge Yu remained unmoved, like a stubborn rock, no matter how fierce the storm.

"This...this is going to turn the tide?" Hope was rekindled in the hearts of the Purple Mansion disciples.

However, in the end, all their efforts were in vain.

"Bang."

Ge Yu's head was stomped on the ground with a dull thud.

The entire room fell silent.

"So-called geniuses of the Purple Mansion are nothing more than this."

As soon as he finished speaking, the entire central peak fell into a deathly silence.

The disciples of the Purple Mansion stood frozen in place, their faces ashen. Some had eyes that seemed to burst with rage, while others trembled all over.

On the other side of the Holy Land of Ten Thousand Beginnings, several elders exchanged smiles, picked up their teacups, and looked relaxed and content.

"Wuji, that's enough." An elder from the Wan Chu clan spoke slowly, "Let's save some face for our friends from the Purple Mansion."

Zhu Wuji smiled, stood with his hands behind his back, and his aura rose again.

"As for the fourth group, since Fellow Daoist Qianlun of the Nine Heavens Holy Land is determined to win, I will not get involved."

Yi Qianlun is the Holy Son of the Nine Heavens Holy Land.

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhu Wuji opened two more Dao Palaces in quick succession, simultaneously opening the Divine Treasury of the Lung and the Divine Treasury of the Spleen.

Having reached the fifth level of the Dao Palace, he actually skipped directly to the fourth group of battles, indicating that he still had to fight and continue.