If I let you practice martial arts, you'll compress your vital energy ten thousand times?

Beyond the Black Gate of the Abyss.

There is no sky.

There is no earth.

Only one after another, towering black doors floated in the endless darkness.

Behind each door seemed to lie a different abyss.

A beast's roar came from behind the door.

Whispers came from behind the door.

A faint, polluted blue light wafted through the crack in the door.

In the center of countless black doors, there is a high platform made up of stacked broken door frames.

Below the high platform.

A series of figures draped in long black robes with door patterns stood silently.

They do not have complete human faces.

Some have only one vertical pupil on their face.

Some of their eyes burned with eerie blue flames.

Some of their bodies had already transformed into shadows of doors, as if they could merge into the darkness at any moment.

This is the forum for all council members.

Only true disciples of the Black Gate are qualified to stand here.

A tall, thin disciple slowly spoke:

"The operation in the Seventh Security Zone has failed."

"Those who cleansed the gate were not brought back."

"The crack in the black gate in the civilian area has been suppressed by the Blood-Faced Ancient Body Cultivator."

The sound faded.

The dark blue patterns on the bodies of the surrounding disciples flickered simultaneously.

Some people sneered.

"Suppression?"

"You call that suppression?"

"I've seen the transmitted footage, and the aura of the blood on that face was much weaker than in the battle in the wilderness."

"If he truly possessed the same strength he displayed when he suppressed the Earth-Splitting Demon Rock Dragon, why would he only suppress a single black gate rift?"

Another disciple whispered:

"Earth-Splitting Demon Rock Dragon, early stage of Commander Realm."

"Judging from the remaining battlefield, the Blood-Faced Ancient Body cultivator used some kind of extremely powerful form at that time."

"But that time over the civilian area, he only used the eight-armed phantom and a weakened fist."

"There is no true Brahma form."

"There is also no complete Red Lotus Karmic Fire."

So, he was injured.

Upon hearing this, the eerie blue flames flickered slightly in the eyes of many disciples.

Blood-faced Ancient Body Cultivation.

This name has already caused quite a stir within the Black Gate.

One person slays a demonic dragon at the early stage of the Commander Realm.

He punched back into the crack in the black gate of the civilian district.

They also repeatedly disrupted the Black Gate's lock on the Clean Gate.

Such an existence is definitely not an ordinary human powerhouse.

But that's precisely why.

If he is really injured, that will be an opportunity.

Those who are pure have not yet awakened.

The Seventh Security Zone is far inferior to Longyuan City.

Once the Cleansers enter Dragon Abyss City and come into the sight of the powerful humans in the center, it will be ten times more difficult to take them back.

A burly disciple stepped forward, his voice hoarse:

"Blood on the face."

"The seventh security zone is poorly defended."

"Those who are pure have not yet awakened."

"Now is the best time."

"I suggest we launch a full-scale assault on the seventh safe zone within seven days."

Another disciple coldly replied:

"storm?"

"You want to attract the military's national defense weapons?"

"Don't forget, although the Seventh Security Zone is weak, there are still people from the Central Sky Patrol Division there."

"The real problem isn't these people."

"It is the Blood-Faced Ancient Body Cultivator."

"If he hadn't been injured, no matter how many of us went, we would all have died."

Below the platform, the murmurs grew louder.

"But what if he gets injured?"

"The atmosphere during that battle in the civilian area was definitely off."

"He did not appear in the Dragon Gate Tower in person, but only left behind a protective seal."

"This means that his main body may not be able to attack continuously."

"It is also possible that they paid a heavy price after slaying the demonic dragon."

"Ancient body cultivators possess formidable physical strength, but the stronger the form, the heavier the backlash."

"He may not be able to unleash that world-destroying Dharma again."

"Those who are pure of heart cannot be delayed."

"If we drag this out until Longyuan City, we'll have no chance."

Just as the discussion was getting more and more heated.

Deepest part of Wanmen.

Suddenly, a faint, eerie blue crack appeared on the oldest and tallest black door.

hum-

The entire council chamber fell silent instantly.

All the disciples bowed their heads at the same time.

No matter how arrogant or cold they were just moments before, they all fell silent at this moment.

Because behind that door is the sect leader.

An ancient voice, seemingly from countless years ago, slowly rose to the occasion.

"Wrong."

Just two words.

The temperature in the entire council chamber seemed to drop suddenly.

The disciple who first mentioned "blood on the face" froze.

It lowered its head, not daring to refute.

The ancient voice continued to ring out:

"A bloody surface appeared in the sky above District Seven."

"Not the original body."

"It's just a clone."

boom!

The instant those words were spoken.

All the disciples looked up at the same time.

"A clone?"

"That was just a clone?"

"How is that possible?"

"A single clone can suppress the crack in the Black Gate?"

"Then his true form..."

No one finished the second half of the sentence.

This judgment is more terrifying than "a bloody face injury".

If the blood-red face above the civilian area is just an illusion, then where is the real blood-red face hiding?

How strong is it?

But since the sect leader has spoken, he can't be wrong.

The voice from the depths of Wanmen was devoid of emotion.

"He has clones."

"But his true form has not yet truly become a domain."

The last sentence silenced the initially shocked disciples once again.

It has not truly become a domain.

These words seem to have found a new space for them.

As long as it hasn't truly become a domain, there's still a chance for the door to open.

As long as the door can be opened.

Those who are cleansed can be taken away.

Below the platform, a tall figure slowly moved forward.

He wore a dark red robe with a door pattern, and nine black chains hung from his shoulders.

At the end of each chain hangs a small door-shaped symbol.

His face did not completely transform into the shadow of the door, but retained a human-like outline.

But those eyes had no pupils.

There are only two small, dark blue doors that slowly rotate.

The seventh disciple.

Yan Xiao.

Peak of the Commander Realm.

He looked up, gazing into the depths of the myriad gates, his voice low and deep:

"Sect Master."

"I am willing to go to the Seventh Safe Zone."

Several disciples turned to look at him.

Someone whispered:

"Yan Xiao, are you going in person?"

Yan Xiao ignored the others.

He simply stared at the ancient black door, his tone calm yet filled with an uncontrollable longing.

"A purifier who has not yet awakened."

"An ancient body cultivator who dares not easily reveal his true form."

"There is another safe zone."

"If we can't even take this down, why open the Black Gate in the first place?"

A moment of silence fell over the depths of the gate.

Then, the sect leader's voice rang out again.

"The bloody face should not be underestimated."

Yan Xiao lowered his head.

"I won't confront him directly."

"I only rob those who are pure of heart."

"If the Blood Face were to manifest in multiple forms, I would lock those forms away."

"If the blood-red face reveals my true form, I will avoid it."

"I don't need to kill him."

"Just open the door and bring the cleanser back."

Upon hearing this, the eerie blue flames in the eyes of the disciples flickered slightly.

They discerned Yan Xiao's true plan.

It's not about challenging the bloody surface.

Instead, they utilize what the Black Gate excels at.

door.

space.

Dream.

locking.

isolation.

To seize.

Yan Xiao raised his hand, and the nine chains vibrated slightly.

"First."

"Send the town's top disciples to open multiple gates and disrupt the Seventh Security Zone's defenses."

"Forced the blood-faced clone."

"If that blood-faced figure in the sky above the civilian area is indeed an avatar, he will definitely reappear."

"second."

"Use the locations where the seven peak disciples of the town general died to set up the Shadow Gate Formation."

"Specifically targets clones, projections, and blood-energy incarnations."

"Once the Blood-Faced Clone is trapped, the first layer of protection around Lin Xiaoya will disappear."

"third."

"The cracked door will enter reality, isolating the neighborhood where Lin Xiaoya lives."

"The Dream Gate will enter the Dream Realm and seize the coordinates of the Heart of the Cleansing Gate."

"If the true form of the blood-faced body does not emerge, the Pure Gate will surely be lost."

"If the true form of the Blood Mask appears..."

Yan Xiao paused slightly.

The small, dark blue door in my eyes slowly rotated.

"The deaths of those two mid-stage disciples of the Commander-in-Chief will record his power path."

"I'll know how his fists press down on the door."

"How can his blood suppress the realm?"

"How many layers of power separate his clone from his main body?"

The council chamber fell silent once more.

This plan is not a reckless, all-out attack.

Instead, it's layered upon layer.

The first step is to test the waters.

The second layer of shadow lock.

The third layer forces the original body to submit.

On the fourth level, Yan Xiao personally intervened to take the person away.

Even if they can't directly take Lin Xiaoya away, they can at least obtain the coordinates of the Pure Gate's core.

At that time, the Black Gate's lock on Lin Xiaoya will no longer be just a vague sensation.

Instead, they are permanent coordinates.

One of the disciples asked in a low voice:

"What if the Blood Mask's true form is strong enough to break through your nine layers of locks?"

Yan Xiao sneered.

"If he truly becomes a domain, I will naturally withdraw."

"But the sect leader said that he has not yet become a domain master."

"Even if a body cultivator who hasn't reached the realm of cultivation throws a heavy punch, he'll still hit the person behind the door."

I will not fight him by force.

"I just want to make sure he can't touch me."

That's a confident statement.

But it's not stupid.

Yan Xiao knew that Xue Mianqiang was strong.

Therefore, he did not intend to take the punch head-on from Xuemian.

He intends to use nine layers of locks to repeatedly transfer, dismantle, and fold Lin Yuan's power.

Make sure the strongest punch never lands on you.

Deep within ten thousand gates.

The ancient black door trembled slowly.

A dark blue token flew out from the crack in the door.

The token is engraved with an extremely ancient black gate pattern.

All the disciples shuddered at the sight of the token.

Black Gate Order.

A higher-level authority can be temporarily borrowed.

Yan Xiao raised his hand to catch the Black Gate Token and knelt down with his head down.

The sect leader's voice slowly rang out:

"remember."

"Those who will cleanse the gate."

"Bring it back."

Yan Xiao's voice was deep:

"clear."

"Ten days ago."

"I'll take her to the door."

After he finished speaking, he stood up.

Nine locks slowly unfolded from behind.

At the end of each chain, a small door glowed with a cold, eerie blue light.

soon.

One after another, black doors opened behind him.

Seven peak disciples of the town general slowly emerged from behind the door.

Then came two even stronger figures.

The fifth disciple, the gatekeeper.

The sixth disciple, the Dream Gatekeeper.

One is responsible for real-world isolation.

One is responsible for seducing hearts through dreams.

Both of them were at the mid-stage of the Commander realm.

Yan Xiao turned around and looked towards the direction outside the black gate.

That place is the Seventh Security Zone.

There are those who are pure.

There was also that ancient body cultivator who had not yet truly formed a domain.

In Yan Xiao's eyes, the small, dark blue door slowly rotated.

"Blood face".

"If you really have the ability."

"Protect it for me to see."

Deep within ten thousand gates.

The sect leader's voice no longer rang out.

But behind that oldest black door, it seemed as if a giant eye was slowly opening.

It watched silently as Yan Xiao and his disciples left.

Much later.

A barely audible voice echoed from the depths of the myriad gates.

"Humanoid forbidden zone..."

"If you cannot return home."

"Then the door should be smashed."