The Record of the Goddess: The Demonic Sect Produces Talents? I Lead the Entire Sect to Prove Dao an

The next day, in the inner hall of Wangyue Pavilion, Chu Feng opened his eyes.

The turbulent Yin and Yang energies within the body returned to their proper places, transforming into a gentle stream that flowed into the dantian and completed the final cycle of the Great Heavenly Circuit along the meridians.

The Crimson Gold Pure Yang Primordial Spirit and the Azure Black Blade Intent Primordial Spirit sat cross-legged at opposite ends of the sea of ​​consciousness, their appearances solemn and dignified.

The initial stage of the fusion realm was completely stabilized at this moment.

Chu Feng stretched, his bones cracking with a series of crisp sounds, exuding an indescribable sense of clarity and powerful strength.

He pushed open the door and strolled leisurely to the outer courtyard.

Under the cool moonlight, Yuexi stood by the stone steps, holding a jade book in her hand, and counting the mountain of defensive supplies.

Today she changed into a tight-fitting silver-white belted long dress.

When she bent over to check the accounts, her slender waist and alluring curves created a breathtaking silhouette.

Chu Feng moved quietly and stealthily approached.

He casually spread his arms and wrapped them around her soft, slender waist from behind.

His chin rested naturally on Yuexi's rounded, fragrant shoulder, and he greedily inhaled the refreshing and pleasant scent of her neck.

"What are you counting? You seem so engrossed."

Yuexi's body trembled slightly, and a blush instantly rose to her fair ears, causing her breath to falter.

She didn't turn around, but gently nudged Chu Feng's chest with her elbow, her voice full of embarrassment and annoyance.

"Stop messing around. Everyone is preparing for the battle, and you still have the mind to make trouble here."

"How can this be called touching or groping?"

Chu Feng chuckled softly. His large hand, which was wrapped around her waist, did not leave. Instead, it slid up two inches along her flat stomach, feeling the amazing softness through the thin fabric.

Yuexi's breathing quickened slightly. She grabbed the mischievous hand, turned around, and glared at him irritably.

"If you keep messing around, believe me, I'll throw you off the holy mountain."

Chu Feng knew when to stop, so he casually pinched her fair earlobe and took a half step back.

"Alright, alright, we'll do as the Holy Maiden says. How's the situation with the Ancestor?"

Yuexi rubbed her burning ears and calmed her racing heart before speaking seriously.

"After Ancestor Cangxuan refined that Mahayana Pure Yang Dragon Pill, most of the Xuanming Cold Qi in his heart meridian was forced out."

"He can now circulate his Qi on his own in the underground palace, but he probably won't be able to unleash his full power in the short term."

Chu Feng nodded, probed his storage ring with his divine sense, and quickly took stock of his wealth and spirit stone reserves.

Looking at the neatly arranged mountain of top-grade spirit stones inside, he felt full of confidence.

"As long as we can protect ourselves, that's fine. There are still tough battles ahead, and we'll have to shoulder them ourselves."

He raised his hand and patted the Immortal Execution Blade at his waist, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.

"Come with me to the water dungeon, and we'll meet our precious young master of the Di family."

Beneath the sacred mountain lies the Blackwater Dungeon.

Inside the cold, damp cave, a pungent smell of blood filled the air, and the walls were covered with ancient formations designed to isolate one's divine sense.

Di Lie was tightly bound to the central stone pillar by dozens of thick black iron chains, each as thick as a child's arm, with a churning black pool of ice beneath his feet.

The Yin-Yang Death Seal that Chu Feng had previously implanted in his body still shimmered with black and white on his skin, sealing his meridians and dantian tightly.

This once arrogant nobleman of an ancient clan is now covered in blood and mud, his limbs still broken and his body stained with blood.

Hearing heavy footsteps, Di Lie struggled to lift his head.

Upon recognizing Chu Feng, a deep-seated resentment instantly erupted from his bloodshot eyes.

"Chu Feng, you damned bastard who doesn't know what's good for you!!!"

"The terrifying foundation of my Canghuang Tianzhou Di Clan is something a country bumpkin like you from the Southern Region could never even imagine!"

"If you know what's good for you, you'd better kneel down right now, kowtow, confess your sins, release me obediently, and then hand over the Immortal Execution Blade with both hands!"

"Otherwise, when my Imperial Clan's warships arrive, I will surely tear your soul from your body and refine it, ensuring that your entire Moon Clan is wiped out!"

Chu Feng walked to the stone pillar and stood there, crossing his arms in front of his chest, looking at him as if he were mentally challenged.

"Your wishful thinking is so cunning, I can practically hear it all over the Southern Region."

"You've already fallen to the level of a prisoner, what are you trying to prove by playing the role of the Dragon King's son-in-law?"

"Do you really think that just by spouting a few slogans and turning your lips into mouth, you can conjure up a hundred thousand heavenly soldiers to welcome you back?"

Chu Feng was too lazy to listen to his nonsense, so he reached out and grabbed the purple-gold natal soul tablet at his waist, tearing it to shreds.

"What are you doing? Give it back!!!"

Di Lie, like a dead dog whose tail had been stepped on, thrashed and struggled wildly, making the black iron chains rattle loudly.

Chu Feng's palm unleashed a surge of Creation True Essence, a mixture of crimson gold and cyan-black, which forcefully and savagely poured into the Life Tablet.

With a crisp snap, the divine consciousness imprint belonging to Di Lie in the life tablet was completely wiped clean.

puff!

His divine sense was severely damaged, and Di Lie immediately tilted his head back and spat out a mouthful of black blood.

He slumped down like a deflated balloon, his pupils filled with terror.

"You...you dare to erase my soul imprint..."

Chu Feng tossed the wrecked metal in his hand, now completely devoid of its luster, a cold glint in his eyes.

"Keep this piece of junk so that your old dogs from the Di family can easily track you down by bloodline?"

"Tell your old geezers back later that they're not getting their people for free; they're not getting a chance."

"If you want your dog's life, you'll have to pay with real gold and silver and a top-grade spiritual vein."

"If you lose even a tael of spirit stones, I'll chop you into mincemeat and feed you to the wild dogs right here and now."

At noon, the scorching sun is high.

The sky north of the Moon Clan's holy city began to violently tremble without warning.

The once clear and cloudless sky was like a tattered cloth that had been violently torn apart, with seven pitch-black gaps, each a hundred feet wide.

A violent and unparalleled spatial turbulence surged out from within, causing the mountains and forests below to tilt and scatter, with sand and stones flying everywhere.

Immediately afterwards, three enormous warships, clad in crimson-gold heavy armor, emerged slowly from the spatial rift like primordial beasts.

The shadow cast by the warship blotted out the sky, hovering steadily above the sea of ​​clouds a thousand miles away from the holy city.

On the towering masts, banners embroidered with the imperial character in purple and gold fluttered in the wind, their imposing presence so heavy it was hard to breathe.

On the flagship's deck at the very front, three elderly men in bronze-colored Taoist robes stood side by side.

The three had withered and cold faces, and their bodies were surrounded by the aura of laws and Dao. They were all top-level experts at the peak of the Integration Realm.

These were the three elders sent by the Di clan: Di Kun, Di Kui, and Di Feng.

Di Kun snorted coldly, and with a flick of his sleeve, he threw out a radiant Bagua Realm-Suppressing Plate.

The Zhenjiepan Mountain swelled in the face of the storm, instantly transforming into a mountain ten thousand feet in size, pressing down on the Holy City.