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

countless.

There are so many, it's unbelievable!

Ye Wentian glanced over and saw a dense array of marks, all of them Dao marks!

Demonic Path, Heavenly Path, Monster Path, Ghost Path, Life Path, Spiritual Path, Martial Path, Literary Path, Array Path, Talisman Path...

Too many...too many...too many to count!

That's fine, even though he only glanced at it briefly, he did see it.

These Great Dao imprints... some of them are even duplicates?!

What is this concept?

To be blessed by the Great Dao and inherit its legacy is the dream of every cultivator in the world, a dream that makes them smile in their sleep. With the inheritance of the Great Dao, it means that this cultivator will surely become an important figure in the world in the future!

Those who inherit the Great Dao will surely become saints!

Even those with the lowest talent will have a smooth path of cultivation before reaching sainthood. Even an ordinary person, if they receive the direct transmission of the Great Dao, can become an unparalleled genius in the blink of an eye!

And what about Yunping?

He received countless direct transmissions of the Heavenly Dao... His divine consciousness contains no less than a hundred direct transmissions of the Heavenly Dao.

What does it mean?

To put it bluntly, it's something that others cry and beg for, something they dream of, something they wish they could offer sacrifices to the heavens every day, something they could spend half a day kneeling and sincerely asking the heavens for blessings, but they still can't do it.

He did it with ease.

And it's not that he's begging God for a mark; judging from this posture—

It was as if the heavens were relentlessly pursuing Yunping, desperately showering him with the blessings of a direct descendant!

Could this kid be related to the Heavenly Dao itself? That's ridiculous!

And it's not just the Heavenly Dao; there are more than just one of those other Dao imprints, densely packed and intertwined together!

The Three Thousand Great Daos... The Three Thousand Great Daos are all chasing after Yun Ping, constantly stuffing his direct lineage fortunes onto him!

At this moment, Ye Wentian knew.

He's really seen a ghost.

45. I've killed more demigods than you've ever heard of.

Who is Ip Man Tin?

One of the three immortals of the Immortal Capital, he was blessed by the creation of heaven and earth and possessed the direct lineage of the three Great Daos. With every move he made, one could glimpse the laws of the Great Dao, and with every word and deed he could shake the heavens. His cultivation was so profound and his fortune so abundant that he was a dragon among men.

Of course.

Between sessions.

When a person does not speak, the light does not shine, the spiritual energy does not surge, and the sword's edge remains still.

What Ye Wentian saw before him, apart from the vast expanse of countless Dao imprints, was nothing else.

fake?

Do not!

That can't be fake!

Everything can be faked, but this great mark cannot be faked!

The Great Dao Imprint is a blessing bestowed upon a certain divine soul by the Three Thousand Great Daos themselves. It is proof of inheritance. Unless one possesses an existence that transcends the Great Dao, it is impossible to create a false Great Dao Imprint out of thin air.

And in this world, the only beings more powerful than the Great Dao itself are probably those two Origin Ancestors.

But is this young man in white the Origin Ancestor?

It's impossible no matter how you look at it!

Those two ancestors were so busy with their daily affairs, controlling the changes in heaven and earth and the creation of the universe, how could they possibly descend to the mortal world to wander around?

But if it's not the ancestor, then it's even more terrifying.

That would mean that the Great Dao imprints within Yun Ping's soul are all real! The Three Thousand Great Daos are truly chasing after Yun Ping, showering him with creation inheritances!

This...this is impossible!

If Ye Wentian hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he would have truly believed that this was all an illusion, a baseless fantasy!

But right now, his almost crushed consciousness kept telling him one fact—

The young man in the white shirt in front of me is not someone to be trifled with!

But he'd already made a mistake, and there was no turning back.

"what happened?"

Yunping wore an unidentifiable faint smile, a hint of teasing appearing on his otherwise unremarkable face.

"Just because it detected my divine sense, it showed this expression of utter despair. Is it some kind of ghost?"

Ye Wentian stood there, pale-faced. When he looked up and saw those dark pupils, he was stunned.

The arrogance on his lips had vanished, replaced by a look of bewilderment and fear, as if he were trapped in an endless whirlpool.

The holy light of the Heavenly Dao surrounding him vanished and dissipated into starlight. A chill ran through his body, and he subconsciously took a step back.

It was simply because he saw an extremely dangerous glint in those eyes.

"You were acting all high and mighty just now, how come you can't even speak properly now?"

"Didn't they say they'd bring me back to Xiandu no matter what, whether I lived or died?"

The young man in white chuckled, looking at Ye Wentian with a mocking tone and amusement.

Upon hearing this, Ye Wentian's face naturally showed anger, but the fear in his eyes could not be suppressed.

He couldn't see through this young man in white; he simply couldn't see through him.

It was a fog, a fog that made me feel the fear of the unknown... as if I would disappear as soon as I stepped into it.

but--

"I don't believe you're really that evil."

With a furious roar, a mysterious white flame descended from the sky, enveloping his physical body within it. The surging and terrifying aura of the Great Dao suddenly intensified several times over, and bursts of air ignited the air, instantly turning the entire Azure Sky Alliance ruins into a sea of ​​fire.

Flame descends upon my body!

Ip Man-tin knew he had no way out!

The Heavenly Dao and the Flame Dao... With both Daos upon him, pure white flames with a holy aura ignited on Ye Wentian's body. Already possessing cultivation no less than that of a half-immortal, his aura surged even higher under the blessing of the two Daos, displaying an domineering attitude that seemed to say, "Who else in the world can compare to me?"

He stood in mid-air, sword in his right hand, his eyes glowing with a blood-red light!

hum~

It was accompanied by a hollow sound.

The person vanished, the sword vanished, leaving only a pure white flower of flame in its place. At the same time, the space around the pure white flower of flame collapsed and shrank violently, and the shattered colorless fragments scattered like snowflakes.

No one could see how Ye Wentian arrived in front of the cloud plane; they couldn't even see Ye Wentian draw his sword.

Before my eyes was only a beam of light piercing through the void, a blazing white light.

Of course.

Yun Ping neither dodged, avoided, nor blocked; he stood with his hands behind his back, showing neither sorrow nor joy.

His eyes saw nothing, as if the sword, imbued with holy might, was not worthy of his attention.

boom!

A loud bang.

A shockwave rippled outwards, creating sonic booms. The vast flames vanished into nothingness in an instant, and Ye Wentian was sent flying dozens of meters away. The silver sword, which possessed the power to pierce through everything, was crushed into useless scrap metal fragments that floated in the air.

The light of Heaven dissipated, and the flames of Fire vanished.

Ye Wentian fell to the ground, his entire right arm gone, blood flowing continuously from the severed wound.

……

Quiet.

A deathly silence.

The same horrifying thought popped into everyone's mind—

What just happened?

Yes. Nobody knows what happened.

Those independent cultivators didn't know, those sect elders didn't know, and even Mo Wuhai, the master of Bihai Tower, didn't know.

They can't see... they can't see what's happening at all.

It's not just them.

Ye Wentian struggled to get up from the ground, trembling all over. He stared at his shattered right arm, gritting his teeth, and glared at the white-robed youth with confusion and anger.

"What did you do...!"

“You stabbed me seventeen times: five times in the heart, four times in the chest, three times in the abdomen, two times between the eyebrows, one time in the neck, and one time each in the right and left legs.”

The cold words came from Yun Ping's mouth. He said indifferently, "You missed with your sword."

“I threw a punch at your right arm, and it hit. That’s all.”

That's it.

Ye Wentian lowered his head and looked at the dent in his shoulder, from which blood was constantly seeping out...

He could feel that the punch he had just received had almost shattered his physical body, and his meridians and spiritual roots had been twisted and were about to explode.

In other words...

He almost became a cripple!

It was just one punch...