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Penglai Immortal Island, the foremost of the three mountains, possesses the greatest strength.

The Penglai Ancestor, Tianxuan Zhenren, was at the peak of the early Mahayana stage.

He is the true ruler of the Three Mountains, having lived for eight thousand years. He is only one step away from ascension and is also the toughest nut to crack among the Three Mountains.

Luo Tian hovered above Penglai Island, his robes fluttering in the sea breeze.

Master Qingming and Master Fangzheng remained silently half a step behind him, not daring to say a word.

On the island, the mist dissipated, and the palace complex emerged layer upon layer in the fog, more magnificent than Yingzhou and Fangzhang combined.

"Tianxuan, come out."

There was a moment of silence on the island, then a terrifying aura rose from the depths of the sea.

The seawater boiled and churned, and a white figure burst out from the seabed, riding the waves, each step creating a golden lotus.

Master Tianxuan's white hair was as white as snow, his Taoist robes fluttered, and he exuded an air of otherworldly grace, with an arrogance and majesty accumulated over eight thousand years in his eyes.

His aura was a level higher than that of Qingming Zhenren and Fangzheng Zhenren, like a majestic mountain pressing down on the sea.

"Qingming, Fangzheng, you actually side with this brat?"

Tianxuan Zhenren looked at the two of them, his voice low, his eyes filled with disdain and disappointment.

Master Qingming and Master Fangzheng lowered their heads, remaining silent and not daring to meet those majestic eyes.

"A greenhorn?" Luo Tian's lips curled into a cold smile. "Want to give it a try?"

Master Tianxuan snorted coldly and raised his hand to strike out with a palm.

He used all his strength in this palm strike; the air distorted where the palm wind passed, and the seawater was forced to form a bottomless chasm.

Although suppressed to the peak of the Integration stage by the Heavenly Dao, that destructive power was enough to instantly kill any cultivator of the same level.

Luo Tian raised his hand and threw a punch.

Fist and palm collided, exploding with a deafening roar. The light illuminated the entire sea surface, and the shockwave whipped up towering waves hundreds of feet high, even scattering the distant clouds.

The palm print of Tianxuan Zhenren shattered, but the remaining force of Luo Tian's star still slammed into Tianxuan Zhenren, sending him staggering back several feet.

"How is that possible?!"

Master Tianxuan's expression changed drastically. After regaining his footing, he was filled with shock and anger.

He had lived for eight thousand years and had never seen such a terrifying peak of fusion.

No, this person is definitely not at the peak of the Integration stage. It's possible that he's already at the Mahayana stage, just like me, but his realm is suppressed to the peak of the Integration stage due to the limitations of the rules.

"That's interesting, let's do it again."

Luo Tian did not pursue, but instead withdrew his fist and stood still, beckoning with his finger.

Master Tianxuan gritted his teeth, formed hand seals, and a blue ancient sword flew out from the seabed, creating a water column as it broke through the water.

The ancient sword fell into his hands. Ancient runes were engraved on the blade, which exuded a sharp sword aura. A point of cold light condensed at the tip of the sword, like solidified moonlight.

"Penglai Azure Frost Sword! Slash!"

With a single sword strike, the sword energy, as cold as frost, dyed the entire sky a deep blue.

Wherever the sword energy passed, the void froze, the seawater condensed into ice, and even the water vapor in the air turned into tiny ice crystals that fell down.

Luo Tian looked at the frost-like sword energy, a hint of approval in his eyes:

"This sword is nice."

Instead of using the Xuanyuan Sword, he extended two fingers and gently pinched it.

The sword energy, powerful enough to cleave mountains, was caught between his two fingers.

The sword energy trembled violently, yet it could not advance an inch; the frost spread an inch across his fingertips before stopping.

"broken!"

Luo Tian tightened his fingers, and the sword energy shattered in the middle, turning into countless fragments of blue light that scattered across the sea like stars and fireflies.

Master Tianxuan's pupils shrank sharply, and the ancient sword in his hand trembled violently, with two runes on the sword's surface darkening.

"Impossible! My sword strike could even kill a peak-stage Nascent Soul cultivator!"

"That's someone else," Luo Tian said. "Not me."

As soon as he finished speaking, he took a step forward, and his figure appeared out of thin air in front of Master Tianxuan, striking down with a palm.

The movement was so fast it seemed to traverse a distance of space. Tianxuan Zhenren only felt a blur before his eyes, and his sword was already raised subconsciously.

The ancient sword collided with the palm, producing a piercing metallic clang. The sword trembled violently, and a crack spread from the spine of the blade.

Tianxuan Zhenren coughed up blood and flew backward, gliding across the sea for dozens of feet, his feet carving two white trails in the water.

Luo Tian did not pursue, but hovered in the air, hands behind his back, his robes fluttering gently in the sea breeze.

"What other tricks do you have up your sleeve? Bring them on, I have plenty of time for you today."

Master Tianxuan climbed out of the sea and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.

The cracks on the ancient sword pained him, but what alarmed him even more was Luo Tian's nonchalant attitude.

He knew he was no match for anyone, but he had lived for eight thousand years and had never bowed his head to anyone.

"The Secret Technique of Penglai - Nine Transformations of Heavenly Mystery!"

He bit his tongue, spitting a mouthful of blood onto the ancient sword. The blood droplets landed on the cracks, seeped into the blade, and caused a surge of blue light.

The cracks on the ancient sword instantly healed, and the entire sword emitted a dazzling blue light, like a blue sun held in one's hand.

The aura of True Immortal Tianxuan began to rise, from the peak of the Integration Realm to the early stage of the Mahayana Realm, and then to the middle stage of the Mahayana Realm...

He didn't stabilize until the later stages of Mahayana Buddhism. His Taoist robes fluttered in the wind, and his white hair danced like flames in the gale.

Luo Tian looked at his change and shook his head slightly:

"Burning one's essence and blood to forcibly enhance one's cultivation level?"

A cultivation level that is forcibly increased is ultimately not your own.

Moreover, you forgot that this is Earth, where the laws of nature will suppress everything.

Just as Tianxuan Zhenren's aura reached its peak, the pressure of the Heavenly Dao arrived as expected.

An invisible hand pressed down from the dome, forcibly suppressing the power he had just raised back to his peak.

His bones were making cracking noises, but even so.

His aura was several times stronger than before, and the blue light on the ancient sword almost engulfed his figure.

"Nine Transformations of Heavenly Profoundness—Ninth Transformation! Heavenly Profound World-Destroying Sword!"

Master Tianxuan gripped the sword with both hands, pouring all his strength into it.

A burst of azure light erupted, and a phantom of an azure dragon shot out from the tip of the sword, its scales clearly defined, its whiskers flying, and it let out a deafening roar.

The Azure Dragon bared its fangs and brandished its claws as it pounced towards Luo Tian. Wherever it passed, the void shattered, seawater poured in, and even the distant Penglai Immortal Island trembled slightly.

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