I only want immortality.

"How did the Song Dynasty cultivators arrive so quickly!"

Qinghe Sect Branch Altar.

Wen Yao and Zhu Yu were filled with shock and anger. They immediately rose from the ground and soared into the sky to survey their surroundings.

But then the blue lotus swayed, scattering 108,000 seeds, and lotuses bloomed in the void, obscuring the sun and moon.

Then, a fiery red flame, like a comet striking the moon, brought natural disaster upon the world, turning it into a fiery hell.

They gradually encroached upon the land, starting from afar and gradually encroaching upon it.

"And what is that?"

Zhu Yu cried out in surprise and looked into the distance. Wen Yao followed the sound and looked in the direction of the sound, his expression immediately freezing.

The waters of the Black River flowed down from the sky, transforming into a torrent of ink swords that momentarily enveloped the entire heavens, as if the earth itself were a sheet of silk, allowing the river to write and paint.

All the formations set up around the Qinghe Sect branch altar were activated, their radiant light flickering and rising and falling. Under this ink sword, they were like branches and leaves tossed about in a storm, ready to be broken at any moment...

"It's supernatural power!"

Wen Yao couldn't help but let out a soft cry, feeling a chill run through her body and heart.

The Great Way is easy to find, but supernatural powers are hard to come by.

With the support of spiritual caves, it is not difficult for Dao Foundation cultivators to forge their Dao foundation and seek the Dao. However, only when they reach a certain level can they cultivate or generate a supernatural power.

This is also a manifestation of the early perfection of the foundation of the Way.

Like a ripe melon falling from its vine.

And only those who possess supernatural powers can deal with a cultivator with supernatural abilities.

Regardless of Xianyu Qiong, Ye Chutong, or Wen Yao and Zhu Yu, none of them have reached this level.

"It must be Duan Li from the Dragon Abyss Sword Sect!"

"It seems that the letter from the Song Kingdom discussing conditions is merely a ploy to lull us into a false sense of security..."

Wen Yao's expression was solemn, his mind racing. Seeing the surrounding formations being rapidly broken, he dared not be negligent. His face was grim, and he gave a low shout:

"Go and fetch the sect leader immediately!"

After speaking, he flicked his wide sleeve, and the black water instantly flew out of his sleeve, transforming into the form of a black dragon, which went forward alone.

Zhu Yu felt nervous, but she also parted a sandy, yellow wind and followed behind the black dragon...

Changes in the sky.

The Qinghe Sect cultivators swarmed out from their branch altars and quickly entered the formation below. The formations that were originally collapsing rapidly were reunited under the cultivators' guidance, connecting heaven and earth.

Amidst the aftershocks of the battle between the five Daoist masters, they managed to gradually stabilize themselves.

However, it didn't last long.

Suddenly, a mournful howl was heard from the sky, and the black dragon's image slowly disappeared, revealing the two figures below.

Black water mingled with sand and yellow wind, condensing in front of the two, but was rippled by the black swords, unable to advance an inch, nor dared to retreat lightly.

"It's a pity my water vessel was taken away, otherwise..."

Otherwise, the result will be the same.

Wen Yao gritted his teeth in resentment, but he knew clearly in his heart that even if he still had his magic weapon, he was no match for Duan Li.

After all, he had only been practicing the True Water Vessel for a short time, and it didn't contain much of his magical power.

At most, it will only delay the retreat.

call out!

Wen Yao and Zhu Yu's pupils suddenly contracted!

Beyond the black water, sand, and yellow wind, just inches away, white runes suddenly appeared on the black swords that were crashing down, circulating rapidly.

The sudden shift from black to white sent chills down their spines!

puff--

The dull sound grew louder and louder, and in the blink of an eye, it was like an explosion!

Fine ink-black swords emerged from the black water, sand, and yellow wind, piercing straight at Wen Yao and Zhu Yu!

Wow!

The ink sword passed through the two of them without any hindrance.

Wen Yao and Zhu Yu's faces stiffened, but as they were pierced, they turned into two blobs of black water with a "bang" and fell straight into the air.

At the same time, two figures appeared above the branch altar of the Qinghe Sect. They were Wen Yao and Zhu Yu. Wen Yao was still calm, but Zhu Yu looked extremely frightened.

"They run fast, though."

From the depths of the void shrouded by the ink sword, Duan Li's cold voice echoed.

Wen Yao's expression turned ugly upon hearing this, but he remained silent. They hadn't even seen the other party's true form yet they were already at such a disadvantage, which clearly showed that the gap between them was too obvious.

"Within the sect, I'm afraid only the sect leader and Vice Sect Leader Ning before his injury can handle this..."

As his heart sank into solemnity, a gentle breeze suddenly blew by. Wen Yao was startled, then overjoyed:

"It's the sect leader!"

As he spoke, a gentle breeze swirled around him, quickly forming a young Taoist priest with a nose like a hanging gall and eyes like shooting stars.

It was Wei Ran, the sect leader of the Qinghe Sect.

He seemed oblivious to everyone around him, his hands behind his back as he gazed up at the sky, where the ink-black swords seemed to fall like rain. He didn't utter a word or make any move, but a wisp of yellowish-brown wind, about a foot long, suddenly appeared behind him and silently swept into the sky.

At first it was only a foot or so high, but it was already three zhang (about 10 meters) off the ground. After three breaths, the heavens and earth roared and all turned yellow!

In an instant, the ink sword shattered like a tidal wave, the crimson flames flickered into smoke, and the blue lotus withered in a flash...

Another gentle breeze blew away, and the ink sword, the crimson fire, and the blue lotus all vanished without a trace. The ink clouds dissipated, the sun and moon shone again, and the world was cleansed!

Everything seemed normal.

Only the three figures in the sky slowly dissipated, their faces still bearing a trace of horror.

Despite having witnessed the sect leader's power countless times, Wen Yao still couldn't help but feel a sense of unparalleled strength and gratitude.

His expression immediately darkened, and he said in a low voice, "What has come is a manifestation of the Dharma, not the true self."

"It's alright."

Wei Ran narrowed his eyes, looking towards the location of Baiyun Mountain in the south. His expression was neither sad nor happy. He took a step and his body turned into a stream of wind and disappeared.

Wen Yao's spirits lifted, and he immediately ordered his men, "Quickly, follow me!"

At the same time.

Above Baiyun Mountain.

A gentle breeze appeared, and then silently wove together the figure of a young Taoist priest.

Wei Ran looked down at Baiyun Mountain, his gaze as bright as the sun, illuminating everything within.

His expression was indifferent, like that of a celestial deity, devoid of the warm smile he had displayed the last time. He opened his lips and uttered:

"Are you all willing to submit?"

Inside the Dao Palace of Baiyun Mountain, even though they were separated by an array, Duan Li, Xianyu Qiong, and Ye Chutong, who had just withdrawn their Dao manifestations, hadn't even had a chance to catch their breath when they felt as if needles were pricking their minds, and alarm bells were ringing loudly.

Then, upon hearing Wei Ran's voice, Xianyu Qiong and Ye Chutong exchanged a glance, both filled with shock:

"They arrived so quickly!"

Duan Li's narrow eyes, sharp as swords, gleamed as he spoke in a deep voice:

"Be careful, everyone. This Wei Ran is no ordinary mid-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator. Even within our Dragon Abyss Sword Sect, there are probably only two or three people who can defeat him..."

He looked at Xianyu Qiong and said in a low voice, "We can only ask Fellow Daoist Su for help."

Xianyu Qiong nodded slowly.

next moment.

Standing atop Baiyun Mountain, Wei Ran's heart suddenly tightened, and almost instinctively, his body instantly transformed into a gust of wind and dissipated.

Almost at the same instant, a giant crimson-gold hand, as tall as a pillar of heaven, suddenly shot out from the bottom of Baiyun Valley!

Rumble!

The flowing wind rapidly condensed into shape beside the giant crimson-gold hand. Wei Ran's face was ashen. He looked up and swept his head. The giant hand, which seemed capable of plucking stars from the sky, covered half of the sky, and even the sun and moon seemed to dim.

His gaze fell back down.

But then, at the highest point of White Cloud Mountain, stood a Taoist priest in yellow robes, his face pale gold, his eyes like a galaxy, his chin slightly raised, his three-foot-long beard fluttering in the breeze, as he spoke in a calm voice:

"So you are Wei Ran? I've been waiting for you for a long time."

Wei Ran squinted, looking down at the Taoist priest below, but suddenly smiled and said:

"I have never heard of such a person as Your Excellency in the State of Song. May I ask for your guidance?"

The yellow-robed Taoist laughed loudly upon hearing this:

"Heroes are as numerous as carp crossing a river, but I, Su, am merely an unknown figure. Sect Leader Wei need not inquire further. Just remember, now that I, Su, am here, you have no choice."

After saying that, the giant crimson-gold hand retracted, but two tiny three-inch hands grew out from behind the yellow-robed Taoist. As if inflated, they instantly became like two five-finger mountains, grabbing towards Wei Ran!

"Supernatural powers?!"

Wei Ran's mind sharpened, and he lost his previous composure. He took out a triangular yellow flag from his sleeve, waved it gently, and then retreated.

Suddenly, a yellow dragon emerged from the triangular yellow flag, growing larger as it faced the wind, baring its fangs and claws as it charged forward. However, the two five-fingered mountains grew larger with each encounter, seizing the yellow dragon with one hand. No matter how the yellow dragon sometimes turned into wind and sometimes into stone, it could not break free in the slightest and quickly tightened its grip.

His other hand reached straight for Wei Ran, who was retreating.

Wei Ran paused, not daring to hold back, and suddenly tightened his cheeks, made a hand seal, and blew forward.

Suddenly, the sky and earth darkened, a strange wind rose up, and sand and stones flew everywhere, with yellow sand rolling in!

"What ferocious supernatural powers! Wei Ran's mastery of the wind and earth elements is truly astonishing!"

Duan Li and the other two had already left the Dao Palace. Looking up at this rare battle, they saw that the distant mountains were now dancing in the air, ethereal and hazy, like ghostly mountains in the mist.

Xianyu Qiong stared intently at the sky, his expression showing little tension.

"Can Master Su win?"

Duan Li shook his head:

"I don't know. Master Su and Wei Ran are both rare great cultivators below the Great Master level. They haven't used all their methods yet, so we outsiders can't see their true strength."

Ye Chutong remained silent, simply staring upwards.

Seemingly having overheard the concerns expressed by Xianyu Qiong and Duan Li, Su Jinglong's two large, crimson-gold hands suddenly changed.

Two large hands came together, then gently squeezed, and the yellow dragon in their palms made a 'crunching' sound as it rubbed against each other, before turning into wisps of smoke and dissipating in the blink of an eye.

The triangular yellow flag in Wei Ran's hand responded to the same energy, and three or five cracks appeared on it in the blink of an eye.

The crimson-gold hand did not stop. Although it was enormous, it was not cumbersome at all. It pressed down horizontally, and no matter how the sand and stones swept by or the mountains crashed down, it remained unmoved. Its five fingers were like mountains, locking down the top, bottom, left and right, preventing Wei Ran from escaping.

At this moment, Duan Li and the other two on Baiyun Mountain, as well as Li Pinghe who had been watching from below, all understood why this Master Su Jinglong was known as the "Mountain-Stabilizing Hand".

With one hand, one can stabilize mountains, let alone a little wind and sand.

Wei Ran's expression turned ugly for the first time. This Su surname cultivator of unknown origin was simply a natural counter to him. He possessed the virtue of Earth and the fierceness of pure Yang. His giant crimson-gold hand was like a divine pillar in the wind, which could not be shaken at all!

More importantly, the opponent has only used one supernatural power so far.

He glanced at the tattered Earthly Fiend Yellow Dragon Banner in his hand, but had no time to feel sorry for it. He formed a fist with his fingers, chanted an incantation, and a mysterious light emanated from the back of his head. He then shouted:

"Penetrating the mountain!"

In that instant, all the wind and mist in the world gathered together, transforming into a speck of turbid air at his fingertips.

With a flick of his finger, the turbid air swirled rapidly, silently meeting the giant crimson-gold hand, while he himself vanished into the wind at the same time.

A giant, crimson-gold hand pressed down, silently clenching its fist.

But just as they were about to close, a bit of stale air somehow managed to escape from between their fingers, followed by a gentle breeze.

On Baiyun Mountain, Su Jinglong's eyes showed surprise:

"Using yin to erode yang, and using yi wood to overcome wu earth, is quite ingenious..."

Yin and Yang and the Five Elements generate and restrain each other, constantly transforming, and there is no absolute restraint.

But more importantly:

"Two supernatural powers... It seems that Wei Ran is only one step away from becoming a Grand Master... There are many extraordinary talents in chaotic times. Wei Ran is not even a hundred years old yet he has such attainments."

Su Jinglong sighed inwardly, but had no intention of letting the other party go. He slightly turned his head and transmitted his voice to Xianyu Qiong and the other two:

"I'll go capture him."

Just four words, yet they are invigorating.

With one step, he vanished without a trace.

Duan Li and the other two exchanged glances and then manifested their magic once again, descending outside the Qinghe Sect branch altar.

This is a wonderful method for cultivators on the Dao Foundation stage. As long as one can unite with a place of heaven and earth, one can manifest the Dao in a single thought, even thousands of miles away. However, this method must be used with caution. If one is not familiar with the area, and is plotted against by someone, without the blessing of one's own body, the Dao may be damaged, affecting the Dao Foundation, and even causing one's realm to fall.

With Su Jinglong around, there's nothing to worry about.

However, when the three of them appeared, they found that Su Jinglong had not stopped and was already chasing after Wei Ran, heading straight for the Wunan Mountains.

"As expected of a Grandmaster of Qingzhou!"

Duan Li was genuinely impressed and did not hesitate. The Dharma disappeared and reappeared outside the Wu Nan Mountains.

But then a stone wind, like a curtain in the sky, swept from east to west and from top to bottom, blowing endlessly and howling like mountains and seas, separating Wuling and the Song Kingdom.

Without hesitation, Su Jinglong rushed inside.

Duan Li was about to follow, but was quickly stopped by the manifested Xianyu Qiong:

"Master Duan, please wait! This stone wind is not to be trifled with!"

Duan Li was not careless. He pointed his finger, and the ink sword crashed into the stone wind. It disappeared without a sound!

Duan Li was then startled: "There's such a dangerous place in Jingnan!"

"No wonder the State of Song and the area north and south of Wuling did not communicate with each other."

Xianyu Qiong, however, worriedly said, "Master Su is being too reckless. Wei Ran is skilled in both the arts of wind and earth, which is perfectly suited to this stone wind. With his assistance, I'm afraid Master Su might not be able to gain any advantage!"

Duan Li frowned, looked him up and down, and suddenly said:

"Brother Xianyu, do you know how to cross this insurmountable barrier and enter Wuling?"

"I wish to lend Master Su a helping hand."

"This...I do not know."

After thinking about Duan Li's formidable methods, Xianyu Qiong hesitated and said, "However, we can ask someone else."

"Who?"

Xianyu Qiong did not hesitate:

"Pinghe, he must know the shortcut."

When the manifestation of the Dharma disappears, it will reappear outside the former Yang family mountain gate in the Northwest.

After the Yang family joined the Qinghe Sect, this place also became one of the branch altars, and many array fortifications were built. However, due to the direct intervention of the three Dao Foundation cultivators, the plan was changed, so it was decided that Li Pinghe, Cui Minghao, Jin Daxu, and others would take over this place first.

At this moment, Cui Minghao, Jin Daxu, He Riyuan, Wang Feng and other cultivators used the broken magic weapon to show their skills, while Li Pinghe sat on the back of the ox and casually broke the formation.

Almost at the same instant Xianyu Qiong appeared, a water curtain silently condensed around Li Pinghe. Only after seeing that it was Xianyu Qiong did Li Pinghe, slightly surprised, remove the water curtain and ask in confusion:

"What brings you here, Brother Xianyu?"

Xianyu Qiong didn't have time for formalities, quickly recounting the situation before immediately asking, "Do you know how an ordinary cultivator could cross that stone wind in the Wu Nan Mountains?"

After a moment's thought, Li Pinghe actually provided an answer:

"The Thousand Hands Sect is located directly north of the Wu Nan Mountains. One hundred and thirty-two miles to the east, there is a stone cave with an illusion above it, which allows one to quickly cross the Wu Nan Mountains and go to Wu Ling. However, there should be Qinghe Sect cultivators guarding that place. Ning He and I passed through here in the past, but Master Duan should not be afraid."

Duan Li is a Foundation Establishment cultivator. Even if there are cultivators guarding the area, they are at most at the tenth level of Qi Refining and cannot threaten him.

Xianyu Qiong nodded without hesitation, and the manifestation immediately disappeared.

Seeing this scene and recalling what Xianyu Qiong had just said, Li Pinghe felt a little more relaxed and at the same time sped up the process of breaking the formation.

This branch altar was clearly not valued by the Qinghe Sect. The group soon broke through all the outer formations and even captured a few Qinghe Sect cultivators.

He Riyuan of Baoxia Sect personally carried out the torture and interrogation, and the scene was quite bloody. Li Pinghe glanced at it but did not say much. He just silently pondered the contents of "The Biography of Li Pinghe".

Suddenly, a cultivator who had broken into the Yang clan's territory cried out in surprise, and everyone became noisy.

Li Pinghe frowned, and soon saw Jin Daxu and Cui Minghao rushing over with grave expressions.

"This is terrible!"

"Senior Li, this spiritual cave has completely lost all its spiritual energy!"