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

"The Records of the Eastern Emperor, Supreme Yang, the Dawn of Heaven!"

The moment Zixia opened her eyes, nine great suns appeared simultaneously, arranged horizontally across the sky, piercing through the heavens and enveloping Zhu Wuji.

Nine suns roamed the heavens, bringing new life to all things, and the entire world was enveloped in brilliant golden light.

In that instant, everyone stood up.

What kind of law is this?

The Purple Mansion Holy Land's lineage is primarily based on Yin and gentleness; when has it ever produced such an extremely Yang and intense Daoist method?

The Qian Yuan Bagua diagram can resist external erosion, but it cannot stop this pure Yang power. The Dao patterns are collapsing and the radiance is dimming.

"No!"

Zhu Wuji roared, pushing his Huntai Yuangong to its limit. The power of the five elements flowed across his body, with thick earth as armor, black water as a curtain, and heavenly fire as a shield, attempting to block the nine great suns.

All in vain.

Countless sparks fell from the sky, appearing like fireflies before the bright moon in the face of the sun.

Nine great suns crashed down in succession, heavier than mountains, drying up the curtain of dark water and burning away the heavenly fire. The fourth, the fifth, the sixth...

Zhu Wuji's physical body cracked under the blazing sun, and his blood evaporated before it could even flow. The Qian Yuan Bagua Diagram finally gave way, its Dao patterns dimmed, its radiance faded, and it fell off his body.

Round 7, Round 8, Round 9...

"Wuji!"

A loud shout came from outside the battle platform. The elder of the Wan Chu Holy Land could no longer sit still. A powerful hand reached out from the sky, and his dragon cultivation erupted, attempting to shatter the nine great suns.

The giant hand collided with the ninth round of the Great Sun, causing the entire battle platform to tremble.

However, the divine hand was pierced by the Supreme Yang Emperor's technique, and golden flames spread along the hand. Elder Wan Chu groaned and hurriedly severed the divine power connection. The sleeve on his arm had been burned to ashes.

The nine great suns dissipated, leaving the battle platform in a state of utter devastation.

Zhu Wuji lay in the ruins, his body charred and mangled, the Qian Yuan Bagua diagram lying to the side, dim and lifeless.

The entire room fell silent.

Everyone stared blankly at Fairy Zixia on the battle platform. She stood there, her purple robes fluttering, her face pale. Clearly, she had expended a great deal of energy to execute that move.

"How could the Holy Son have lost...?"

The faces of the people from the Myriad Beginnings Holy Land turned ashen: "Without the aid of a Saint Lord-level divine weapon, how could Fairy Zixia have broken through the defenses of the Wuji Saint Son, who was protected by the Qian Yuan Bagua Diagram?"

"What kind of technique is that? When did the Purple Mansion Holy Land ever have such a lineage?"

"It can't be a technique from the Purple Mansion Sect. That move is extremely yang and fierce, domineering and unparalleled; it's clearly from a completely different lineage!"

The people of the Purple Mansion Holy Land were all beaming with joy.

Someone shouted, "I think it's because your pig-headed holy son is incompetent! Hahaha, even the best treasures would be a waste!"

"Exactly! Even a supreme treasure like the Qian Yuan Bagua Diagram couldn't save him, yet he still has the nerve to boast about trampling our Holy Maiden underfoot?"

Although the elders of the Purple Mansion were pleased, their eyes were filled with more doubt.

What kind of method is that? And who taught her it?

Within the Sea of ​​Bitterness, Zixia's divine thoughts resounded, filled with shock and doubt.

"Dead tree, you..."

She couldn't stay calm.

That move, Xihe Yutian, was clearly not a technique that could be used by someone from the Dao Palace Secret Realm.

That level of attack has surpassed the limits of the Dao Palace Realm, and even the Dragon Transformation Realm might not be able to unleash such an Emperor-level technique.

"I don't know what realm I'm at right now, after all, I'm just a tree." Xu Jinhuan's voice rang out in the Sea of ​​Bitterness, tinged with a hint of helplessness.

He genuinely didn't know that the Tree of All Heavens was something without precedent or precedent to follow.

He only knew that his Dao fruit was growing, his comprehension was improving, and many things that he couldn't understand before were now suddenly clear to him.

That move just now was merely a stroke of inspiration.

"You..." Zixia was speechless for a moment.

Once the seven Dao Fruits of the Heavenly Dao Tree are fully formed, it can even be associated with beings at the Immortal Emperor level.

Having a higher level of comprehension makes perfect sense, right?

If it weren't for the protection of the Qian Yuan Bagua Diagram and the elders' intervention to share the burden, Zhu Wuji would have had no chance of survival with that move, Xi He Yu Tian.

Even so, Zhu Wuji was burned beyond recognition, his body charred black, and he was barely breathing.

The outcome of the Dao Palace Perfection Group seems to be a foregone conclusion.

Around the arena, the master of ceremonies coughed lightly, preparing to announce the results.

"The winner of the Dao Palace Perfection Group is..."

"I...haven't lost yet!"

A hoarse voice came from the ruins, interrupting the master of ceremonies.

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound. Zhu Wuji was struggling, his charred arms bracing himself on the ground. His face was burned beyond recognition, the flesh rolled back, revealing the white bones underneath.

But those eyes still revealed resentment!

"I haven't lost yet!"

An elder from the Myriad Beginnings Holy Land shouted urgently, "Wuji, that's enough! You've already lost. Don't push your luck!"

"Defeat?" Zhu Wuji laughed. "I haven't lost... I, Zhu Wuji, will never be defeated!"

Everyone could see that he was at his limit, his foundation was damaged, and he could barely stand, let alone continue fighting.

"Slay my Daoist master!"

Zhu Wuji's voice rang out, and everyone's expression changed.

"No, Wuji!" Elder Wan Chu's eyes widened in fury, preparing to interrupt: "You can no longer use that imperial technique! Severing my Dao Enlightenment Technique is incomplete; your foundation is still too shallow. Forcibly severing your Dao will only lead to your annihilation!"

But in the end, it was too late.

Zhu Wuji ignored him and activated the incomplete Chaotic Ancient Emperor Technique. An inexplicable aura descended from the sky, condensing into a heavenly blade in the void, completely transparent.

That is the sword that cuts through the Dao.

The "Slay Myself and Understand the Dao" technique severs the old self, reveals the true nature, and allows one to be reborn against all odds in dire circumstances.

But that was the complete version of the "Slay Myself to Understand the Dao" technique.

What Zhu Wuji held was an incomplete version of a martial arts manual, a fragment that had been deduced and supplemented by countless predecessors.

This imperial law is extremely dangerous; even the complete version is in danger of being lost, let alone the incomplete version.

Zhu Wuji's primordial spirit left his body and faced the Heavenly Blade. Endless golden runes swirled around it, and the Heavenly Blade fell, striking his charred and pierced body directly.

"what!"

As the Heavenly Blade slashed, terrifying cracks appeared on his body, extending from his forehead all the way to his chest.

That was not a wound of flesh and blood, but a wound of the Dao, a wound of severing the Dao.

A portion of his primordial spirit was also stripped away, dissipating along with his severed old self.

A shimmering white cocoon of light appeared, enveloping his battered body and attempting to repair his physical form and spirit, allowing him to be reborn.

However, the light from the cocoon was too weak, and the speed of repair could not keep up with the speed of decay.

His body was cracking, and his spirit was incomplete.

"Zhu Wuji, you've gone mad!"

Zixia Fairy frowned. She hadn't expected this person to be so crazy, willing to risk his life for the sake of a debate.

"I'm not crazy..." Zhu Wuji's voice rang out, weak yet stubborn. "I, Zhu Wuji, have been scorned since birth. The reason I want to become the Holy Son, to push myself to the brink, is to earn everyone's respect..."

"I will make sure no one dares to look down on me...everyone!"

Everyone around the battle platform fell silent.

Those disciples of the Purple Mansion who had been mocking him just moments before were now speechless.

As they watched the charred figure struggle within the cocoon of light, an indescribable emotion welled up within them.

"I... will never lose, I will never be defeated... Ah!"

Clearly, he was in extreme pain.