Having cultivated myself into an immortal, all I want to do is raise female disciples.

“Maybe not yet.” Yunping shrugged with a smile. “Just like you thought I was dead just now.”

"But……"

The words were on the tip of his tongue when he froze.

He realized that there was a much simpler way to prove that Yunping was not that person!

He instantly held his breath and gripped the hilt of the sacred golden sword tightly with his right hand. The next moment, a golden longsword appeared in his eyes.

The young man felt as if he were looking at the world with the clear vision of a creator, and he could even see the essence of everything and the very existence of everything.

With this powerful ability, as if possessed by a god, he slowly looked at Yunping.

……

The wind blew past my ear.

The young man opened his mouth wide, speechless.

What did he see?

What he saw was a black, ethereal, and elusive divine soul.

That was Yunping's spirit.

But that's not the most crucial point. The most crucial point is that there is a golden circular pit in the center of his soul.

Upon closer inspection, one will discover that the golden circular pit is actually composed of countless small, golden swords.

Yes, it was that golden sword in his hand.

Also known as the Judgment Sword, the weapon of the Overseer.

The Inspectors are both supporters and enforcers of the Heavenly Dao, and their status is equal to that of the Three Thousand Great Daos!

The sword of judgment leaves an indelible mark on the soul of anyone struck by it. In the blink of an eye, this mark will destroy the soul of the person struck by the sword, leaving not even a trace.

What about Ke Yunping?

His soul was intact, but inside it was a huge golden pit.

This pit was formed by the Judgment Marks left by the Judgement Sword of the Overseer, and there are so many of them...

It has reached at least the million level.

--OMG……

A divine soul that had been judged by a million ancient spirits of the watchers still exists in the world intact.

...Even a saint couldn't withstand this judgment, yet...there were a million of them within his soul?!

Clang!

The Judgment Sword fell limply to the ground, the young man's legs went weak, his aura instantly vanished, and he fell backward, the shock in his eyes striking his very soul.

He was so frightened that he collapsed to the ground, his body and soul trembling violently...

Historically, only one person has survived after being judged by a million watchdogs.

That man who, after becoming an enemy of the Heavenly Dao, withstood a million judgments, killed hundreds of thousands of Ancient Spirits who were overseeing the Heavenly Dao, and created the Ancient Spirit Burial Ground.

Emperor Wenxuan Lei!

"you you……"

He tried his best to say something, but the overwhelming panic made him completely unsure of what to say.

Seeing his expression, Yunping knew that the other party had probably realized his true identity, and he sighed.

"Alright, I'm not that scary. What happened before is what happened before. I'm a peace-loving person now."

"Peace...?"

If he could beat Yun Ping, the young man would jump up and smash Yun Ping's head in the head the moment he was ready.

Emperor Wen Xuanlei claimed to be a peacemaker?

What's the difference between that and the Bloodthirsty Flame Lord from the Netherworld claiming to be a philanthropist?

A guy who kills without blinking an eye and crushes millions of lives with a wave of his hand, claims to be peaceful?

Even a ghost wouldn't believe it!

Old Yun wasn't stupid; he could tell what the guy was thinking just by looking into his eyes, and he sighed helplessly.

"Sigh, whatever, it's no use saying anything anyway."

"In short, I'll protect this little Lei. You inspectors should stop messing around with all this nonsense. Come visit the human world more often; it's much better than your so-called Shangri-La."

He turned around, picked up Xiao Lei, who was circling around on the ground chasing his tail, and walked out without looking back.

He had only taken one step when, as if remembering something, he turned back, pointed to the ceiling, and left with a single sentence—

"By the way, if your boss asks, just say I'm protecting you. Don't worry about my identity being revealed. God already knows I exist."

"Of course, I guess those two probably already know as well."

Yunping shook his head as he spoke, and then disappeared into the cold, gloomy space.

In the silent darkness, the young man sat slumped on the ground, dazed.

He recalled everything that had just happened, and it still felt somewhat unreal, but the facts had become a memory, laid out before him.

He didn't want to believe it, but he had no choice but to.

In the end, the young man had no choice but to get up from the ground, pick up the Judgment Sword, stand in the dark space, and look up.

His gaze pierced through all obstacles, as if looking up at the heavens.

After a long while, he sighed weakly, as if talking to himself.

"He survived in the end."

“Ancestor Hongmeng…Ancestor Kunxuan, what do you say…”

"Is he truly the one you are searching for?"

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I typed this in the middle of the night, I'm so tired.

Look how I stayed up all night writing this to make up for the single update the day before. Aren't you super touched?

If you're touched, give me a little something in return, mwah~

75. leileleile, that girl is leile.

Inside the ruins.

In the center of the once vast training ground, dust rose everywhere, and the faint flashes of lightning flickered amidst the flying stones and dust.

The Heavenly Profound Spirit Array, which seemed to be able to crush the heavens, slowly dissipated. As the complex runes shattered, the terrifying pressure brought by the Heavenly Profound Spirit Array also disappeared without a trace.

Everything seemed to return to stillness.

Chen Feng miserably raised his neck, then felt a sweet taste in his throat and immediately vomited a mouthful of blood.

Blood mixed with fragments of internal organs flowed down, and he hunched over, kneeling on the ground, his chest writhing in pain as if struck by a heavy hammer.

Not only him, but several sect leaders around him who were at the Transcendental Stage were also in the same situation, all with pale faces and disheveled appearances.

The price of forcibly reversing one's life force to offer up a cultivator's essence blood is this: it causes irreparable damage to the cultivator's meridians and spiritual roots.

A significant reduction in cultivation level is the least of one's worries; without a sufficiently powerful cultivation level, one might even lose their life.

"finished……"

The female sect leader clutched her chest and slumped to the ground, utterly disheveled. She gazed at the lingering smoke and dust in the distance, her face showing exhaustion.

Chen Feng wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, panting heavily, but his gaze remained fixed on the smoke and dust that obscured the form of the demonic beast.

He would never draw a conclusion without seeing the monster's corpse.

But if even the seventh-tier killing formation given to him by that senior king cannot kill this demonic beast...

Chen Feng shook his head, unwilling to think about such a terrifying scene.

He clenched his fists tightly, staring intently ahead, his heart seemingly stopping at that moment.

--Quiet

Each monk stood at the edge of the smoke and dust, watching the dust slowly dissipate.

They had long lost the will to fight. This demonic beast slaughtered cultivators as casually as eating and drinking, and could erase their spells with ease.

If this monster doesn't die soon, they'll probably flee for their lives.

All that can be hoped now is that the power of the seventh-order killing formation will be enough to kill this monster.

Gradually, the dust settled away.

The monster's enormous body reappeared before everyone.

However, it was not a terrifying figure roaring and howling. On the contrary, the monster exposed to everyone was lying on the ground like a corpse, with little electricity left on its body, its eyes closed, and no sign of life.

died……

That powerful monster... is dead.

A relieved smile appeared on Chen Feng's lips. He could no longer support his broken body and fell backward.

The moment he collapsed to the ground, a thunderous cheer erupted from the entire group of cultivators.

"We won! We won!"

"We've slain the demonic beast! We've slain this demonic beast that could definitely be called a demon king!!"

"We won! We won!"

Yes, we finally won.

They witnessed their own weakness in front of the demonic beasts, and saw their fellow disciples turn to ashes in the thunder, their souls and bodies completely annihilated.

They also saw the sect elder being slapped away by a palm strike, his body charred and convulsing to death on the spot.

They also saw their most admired sect leader being battered and bruised by endless spheres of lightning.