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She abruptly lowered her head, and with trembling hands pulled up the hood of her cloak again, burying herself deep in the shadows, her body trembling uncontrollably.

But deep within his lowered eyes, hidden beneath thick eyelashes, burned an almost fanatical flame, a flame that seemed to consume his very soul.

"Qingyun Sect... Qin Chuan... 'My Way'..."

These words, like a magical brand, with their scalding heat, were deeply and indelibly imprinted on the deepest part of her soul.

Dongfang Huaizhu slowly lowered her hand that was maintaining the protective divine light, and the pale golden light receded like a tide.

She looked at Qin Chuan, who stood with his hands down, his breath weak yet his demeanor profound and imposing, her gaze filled with an indescribable complexity.

She was still shaken by the devastating blow, worried about Wang Quan Shouzhuo's injuries, deeply apprehensive about Qin Chuan's terrifying strength and his "My Way" path, and even felt a hint of admiration for that transcendent realm that she herself was unwilling to admit.

She gently patted her younger sister, who was still sobbing violently from coughing and fear, her face pale and bluish. Her voice carried a hint of barely perceptible weariness and tenderness:

"It's alright, Qin Lan, it's alright... Don't be afraid, your sister is here..."

But her gaze, as if drawn by a magnet, never left the figure who had created the astonishing reversal.

From this day forward, Qin Chuan of Qingyun Sect will, like his "My Way" sword strike, resound throughout the Dao Alliance and shake the four regions of the Demon Realm in the most domineering and shocking way!

And what kind of earth-shattering storm will the path he has opened up today bring to this turbulent world?

A heavy feeling, like an impending storm, quietly settled over her heart.

Chapter 15: First question the royal power, then fight the East?

When Qin Chuan made another step forward in his sword intent, all beings in the entire fox demon world who had reached the level of demon emperor were shaken!

In the Southern Kingdom, the Poison Emperor Huan Du Qingtian was playing chess with the Grand Elder when his chess pieces suddenly turned to dust. He abruptly looked up to the north, his cloudy old eyes flashing with a sharp light:

"What an overbearing and pure will! It can even shake the laws of heaven and earth? When did the human race produce such a person?!"

At the summit of Beishan, the Demon Emperor Shi Kuan stood motionless, his imposing body remaining perfectly still, yet the millennia-old ice beneath his feet silently cracked with spiderweb-like fissures.

His usually placid face showed a slight furrow in his brow: "This idea is not in accordance with the common sense of this world."

In the Western Regions, Prince Fan Yunfei of the Sand Fox Clan was searching for the reincarnation of his wife, Li Xueyang. He suddenly looked eastward in confusion and said hoarsely, "...Strong...very strong...the feeling...is uncomfortable..."

Tu Shan Honghong, who was handling official business, suddenly stopped writing with her vermilion brush, and a drop of bright red ink fell onto the document, spreading out in a blur.

She suddenly stood up, her reddish-brown eyes piercing through space, gazing in the direction of the Human Race Royal Manor, her eyes filled with extreme astonishment, worry, and a hint of unbelievable familiarity!

"Qin Chuan...it's him?!"

She would never mistake the will contained within that sword intent!

Not long after their separation, he actually reached this point? And it seems to have triggered some deeper change?

A strong urge welled up inside her, and she wanted to get there immediately!

The mysterious Aolai Kingdom, deep in the clouds and mist.

"Hahaha! Good! Good! Good!"

A burst of wild, unrestrained laughter, yet filled with endless vicissitudes and excitement, resounded through the sky!

The third young master of Aolai Kingdom, whose face was obscured by golden light, was so excited that he did a somersault on the cloud bed!

His eyes flashed with golden light, as if piercing through endless space, and locked onto the blue-robed figure from Wangquan Manor who had just concealed his aura!

"A universe within! I am the only one! I break free from all constraints! Haha! How many years! How many years have I waited!"

The third young master's voice was filled with ecstasy and relief:

"Finally! Finally, another seed has emerged that might break out of the 'circle'! A true 'outlier'!"

He could no longer restrain himself. A faint golden light, containing supreme will, silently separated from his body and streaked across the sky like a meteor, rushing towards the human territory!

"My clone is here to meet you!"

The White Jade Square was in complete disarray and deathly silent.

Wang Quan Shouzhuo wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, looking at Qin Chuan, whose aura was completely different, as if he had been reborn. There was no trace of defeat or dejection on his face, but instead, he revealed an unprecedented, heartfelt, and joyful smile, a smile that even made his sickly appearance less noticeable.

"Excellent! What a wonderful 'My Way'! What a wonderful 'Boundless Heart, Limitless Intention'!"

"The intent of this blade transcends the boundaries of this world! I am utterly defeated! Completely defeated! Hahaha!"

His laughter was filled with relief and emotion, as if he had seen some kind of hope.

"Fellow Daoist Qin's strike was so profound that it was beyond the reach of my 'borrowing momentum' sword."

Wang Quan Shouzhou waved his hand, coughed twice, and the sickly flush on his face reappeared:

"The Sword of Heaven and Earth is ultimately a mortal body wielding the power of heaven and earth; it has its limits and comes at a price."

His voice lowered, carrying a hint of barely perceptible bitterness, clearly indicating that he was fully aware of his physical condition.

Qin Chuan nodded slightly, his gaze deep:

"It is not that the sword intent of the king is inferior to my Dao, but that human strength has its limits. The power of heaven and earth is vast and boundless. To wield it with a mortal body is like rowing against the current. At best, one's blood and qi will be depleted and lifespan shortened; at worst, one's meridians will be severed and one will perish on the spot. This is not a flaw in the sword intent, but a limitation of the physical body."

He pointed out the biggest hidden danger of the King's Sword Intent—the terrifying burden it places on the user's body.

Wang Quan Shouzhuo remained silent for a moment, then looked towards the distant horizon, where the demon race resided.

"What Fellow Daoist Qin said is certainly true to me. However, the demon race is powerful, and the threat of a demon emperor-level warrior is like a thorn in our side. It is difficult for our human race to stand firm. The King's Sword is the pillar that can stabilize us!"

His gaze became complex yet resolute:

"The Sword Intent of Royal Power is the last trump card for our human race in dire straits, allowing us to take a demon emperor down with us! We may not use it, but we absolutely cannot be without it!"

His words were resounding, carrying a heavy determination to protect his people, but also revealing a deep sense of helplessness.

This power was earned with lives.

Upon hearing this, Qin Chuan remained calm, but his words were startling:

"The Alliance Leader's dedication to protecting the people is admirable. However, I believe that the conflict between humans and demons is not one of eternal enmity. One day, the flames of war will subside, and the two races may be able to find a way to coexist."

"Whoosh—!"

These words were like pouring cold water into boiling oil, instantly igniting the entire square!

"What?! Reconciliation with the demon race?!"

"Absurd! This monster slaughtered my kin! This blood feud is irreconcilable!"

"He...he actually said such a thing?!"

The older generation of Dao Alliance cultivators, especially those elders from aristocratic families who had experienced the brutal war between humans and demons, were all filled with shock and anger, and their gazes toward Qin Chuan were instantly filled with doubt and hostility.

In their eyes, the demon race is an anomaly that must be eradicated, and an object of blood feud.

Reconciliation? That's utterly a pipe dream!

However, what's strange is that the group of young scions of noble families, led by Wang Quanba Ye, such as Li Quzhuo, Yang Yitan, Qingmu Yuan, and Deng Qiyue, were equally shocked, but their eyes did not ignite the deep-seated flames of hatred. Instead, they revealed contemplation, curiosity, and even a hint of barely perceptible agreement.

Born in a relatively peaceful era, their understanding of the demon race came more from the admonitions of their elders than from personal blood feuds. Qin Chuan's groundbreaking viewpoint quietly planted a different seed in their hearts.

Although Wang Quanba was worried about his father, his gaze towards Qin Chuan also became more complicated.

Wang Quan Shouzhuo gave Qin Chuan a deep look; this young man's ideas were always so unexpected.

He didn't immediately express his agreement or disagreement, but simply sighed softly, skillfully glossing over this extremely sensitive topic: "Let's leave the future to the future, Old Fei."

Mr. Fei, who had been standing by, immediately stepped forward: "Alliance Leader."

"I will present the secrets of the Dao Alliance to Fellow Daoist Qin for his perusal."

Wang Quan Shouzhuo gave the instructions, then looked at Qin Chuan, his tone solemn:

"This is the fundamental secret of the Dao Alliance, and I hope you will cherish it. I am exhausted and need to return to my manor to recuperate. I cannot accompany you any longer."

Supported by Wang Quan Ba ​​Ye, he turned around with a slight limp and slowly disappeared into the end of the corridor leading deep into Wang Quan Manor.

With a solemn expression, Mr. Fei presented the precious secret of the Dao Alliance to Qin Chuan with both hands.

Qin Chuan accepted the heavy, cool-to-the-touch, and strangely textured black spirit stone.

His powerful divine sense immersed itself into it without reservation!

In an instant, a vast torrent of information, as boundless as the sea of ​​stars, surged into Qin Chuan's sea of ​​consciousness!

He seemed to be on the river of time, clearly "seeing" that awe-inspiring scene:

The third young master of Aolai Kingdom, radiating golden light, was full of vigor and unparalleled in divine might, and was about to sweep away all obstacles in the world.

However, a mountain-shaped magical artifact from outer space, carrying world-destroying power, suddenly descended!

The magical artifact had an ancient and simple design, and it exuded a terrifying aura that did not belong to this world. The Third Young Master was caught off guard and was severely injured by it!

Golden divine blood spilled into the void, cracks spread all over the divine body, and its aura instantly weakened to the extreme!

It was precisely because of this sudden, almost fatal blow that the Third Young Master of Aolai Kingdom was unable to completely eliminate those strange and terrifying creatures from outside the circle.

To protect the remaining creatures within the circle, he exhausted his last divine power and used his supreme strength to draw the enormous boundary that separated the inside and outside of the circle—the "circle"!

The scene ends here.

Qin Chuan slowly withdrew his divine sense from the black spirit stone, his face slightly pale, but his eyes were filled with understanding and regret.

He knew all of this, the only thing he didn't know was where that mountain-shaped magic treasure came from, but there was no answer in the Dao Alliance's secret teachings.

He opened his eyes and handed the dark stone, which bore the weight of a heavy history, back to Mr. Fei, who was waiting beside him.

Seeing his solemn expression, Mr. Fei wisely refrained from asking what he had seen, and instead handed the spirit stone to Qin Li, who was standing anxiously waiting nearby.

"Young friend, please."

Qin Li took a deep breath, and following his master's example, concentrated his mind and carefully placed his hand on the cold surface of the spirit stone, trying to comprehend it.

However, the spirit stone was like a stubborn rock in his hands. No matter how hard he tried, his divine sense would hit an invisible wall and there would be no reaction.

A moment later, he gave up in despair, his face flushed red, his eyes filled with disappointment and shame, and he whispered:

"Master...this disciple...this disciple is incompetent..."

Qin Chuan stood up, gently patting Qin Li's shoulder with his broad hand, his voice gentle yet carrying an undeniable strength:

"It's alright. The path of cultivation is not about current aptitude, but about opportunity and character. Aptitude is merely the starting point. With me here, I will surely make you a leader among the younger generation of the Dao Alliance, and no one will dare to underestimate you!"

The words were not spoken loudly, but they clearly resonated throughout the entire venue.

A sneer, undisguised, rang out: