After clearing the level, the fairies were reborn!

Such power actually exists in the cultivation world?

But is that really enough to change everything?

"The Dharma Form is the Nascent Soul Dharma Form!"

"Senior Brother Xu Ze is actually a Nascent Soul cultivator?!"

"Look! It looks like he's about to fight the sect leader!!"

"Hmm? Why is that..."

"Still asking why! Such powerful beings fighting each other, even the aftershocks could crush us. Run!"

The disciples who had originally come to Invite Moon Peak to watch the show swarmed down the mountain again, but still kept looking back every three steps.

This is no longer just about being a bystander!

If you miss this chance, you never know if you'll ever see something like this again in your next life.

"...Kid, you've really exceeded my expectations. No wonder you dared to form your core flawlessly right under my nose. I admit I underestimated you."

"However, even so, your fate is still sealed: you will die!"

At the summit of Yaoyue Peak.

Wan Yi finally snapped out of his shock, his reason consumed by rage and greed.

Regardless of what secret technique this kid used, such power that can create a peak Nascent Soul cultivator in an instant must have an earth-shattering secret.

Take it!

We must take it!

The pressure of the Nascent Soul stage cultivator was unleashed without restraint, crashing down like a black curtain. Wan Yi's black robe billowed, and his withered hand clenched in mid-air, condensing the boundless demonic energy into nine hundred-foot-long demonic dragons, which roared and pounced towards Xu Ze.

The dragon's scales were ferocious, and it spewed poisonous fire, causing even space to slightly distort wherever it passed!

"Really?" Xu Ze said with a smile.

He needed a battle to familiarize himself with the power of the Nascent Soul stage that he had acquired out of thin air.

With a thought, the soft sword at his waist was drawn—but the moment it was drawn, the sword could not withstand the terrifying true energy and the burning sword intent poured in, and with a mournful "clang," it shattered inch by inch.

Such mortal items are ultimately unable to withstand the power of a Nascent Soul cultivator.

Xu Ze remained calm. He made a grasping motion with his right hand, and the shattered sword fragments did not fall. Instead, they floated in the air, enveloped by golden-red flames, and instantly melted and reforged.

The next second, a flaming longsword formed entirely from the Burning Heaven Sword Intent took shape in his palm!

The sword is seven feet long, entirely crimson, with a blade as transparent as glass, as if magma flows within. It has no physical form, yet it is sharper than any divine weapon, for its essence is the rule of "annihilation."

"The third move of the Azure Cloud Sword Technique: Cutting Clouds and Carving the Moon, Severing Mountains and Parting Waves," Xu Ze said softly, waving his sword.

Twenty-one afterimages enveloped Wan Yi, transforming into a terrifying sword strike.

The fiery sword aura, like a crescent-shaped arc of crimson gold, silently swept across the night sky.

The moment those nine ferocious demonic dragons came into contact with the arc of light, they were cut in two as if a hot knife were cutting through butter. Before they could even let out a wail, their demonic energy dissipated into a sky full of black mist!

"What?!" Wan Yi's pupils shrank again. The power of this attack far exceeded that of an ordinary peak Nascent Soul cultivator!

He immediately clasped his hands together, and surging demonic energy condensed above his head into a massive, pitch-black shield engraved with ghost faces.

Protective magic weapon, the Demonic Barrier!

"clang--!!"

The moment the sword light touched the barrier, it made a sound like metal breaking.

In the blink of an eye, the flaming longsword suddenly became illusory, transforming into a golden-red meteor that bypassed the giant shield at an unbelievable angle and pierced straight at Wan Yi's brow!

They actually bypassed the protective magic item!!

Wan Yi's hair stood on end. In this life-or-death situation, he could no longer hold back. He spat out a mouthful of blood essence, which condensed into a strange talisman in the air, blocking the sword tip—

"Pfft!"

The talisman was pierced, and the sword tip ultimately deviated slightly, grazing Wan Yi's cheek and leaving a trail of blood.

But what's even more terrifying is that the heat and destructive aura contained in that sword intent actually burned his primordial spirit hidden deep in his Purple Mansion along the wound!

"Ugh—!" Wan Yi screamed and retreated a hundred feet. A charred sword wound on his left cheek was so deep that the bone was visible. What terrified him even more was that his primordial spirit was being burned by flames!

A Nascent Soul cultivator's primordial spirit has already begun to solidify, making it difficult for ordinary damage to even touch it. Yet this kid's swordsmanship can actually sever the primordial spirit directly?!

"Damn it..."

Wan Yi covered his cheek, his eyes filled with such venom that they seemed to solidify.

Who exactly is this kid?!

Without further hesitation, he slapped his chest, and an ancient bronze mirror flew out from the top of his head and hovered above his head.

This is also Wan Yi's ultimate trump card.

My natal magic weapon: [Heavenly Secret Realm].

The mirror flipped over and faced Xu Ze, but what was reflected in the mirror was not Xu Ze's figure, but a chaotic vortex!

"Twelve Peaks, heed my command—activate the 'Mountain-Suppressing Array of the Other Sun'!"

Wan Yi roared, his voice amplified through the bronze mirror, instantly spreading throughout the entire Biyang Sect.

Chapter 45 Crying Counts as Time Too

"Boom—!"

As Wan Yi's roar subsided, the earth began to tremble.

It wasn't just one mountain peak, but all twelve main peaks within the territory of the Biyang Sect simultaneously erupted with towering pillars of light.

Blue, red, white, black, yellow... twelve colors of light pierced the sky like pillars, converging at a great height and weaving a giant array that covered a hundred miles of sky!

The array slowly rotated, each rotation causing the earth's veins to rumble.

Visible spiritual energy was forcibly extracted from the ground beneath the twelve peaks and channeled into the array diagram, causing its light to grow ever brighter until it finally condensed into a semi-transparent golden light shield, like an inverted giant bowl, firmly enveloping the entire Biyang Sect mountain gate.

On the surface of the light shield, countless ancient runes appeared, each one containing the heavy Daoist aura of suppressing mountains.

"I spent over a hundred years setting up this formation precisely to prevent a cultivator like you from one day storming up the mountain!"

Wan Yi stood at the center of the formation, a bronze mirror hanging above him, his voice as chilling as the winds of the deepest hell, "You've raised an army for a thousand days, only to use it for one. Your defeat at the hands of this formation is no unjust!"

The words fell.

The golden light shield suddenly contracted, and boundless gravity descended from the sky.

Xu Ze felt a sudden heaviness in his body, as if ten mountains were pressing down on him, making even the flapping of his fiery wings difficult.

"An array... it actually has such suppressive power?"

His eyes lit up immediately.

I originally thought that alchemy was the only answer in the world of cultivation, but it seems that's not the case.

Every side hustle has its strengths.

"Xu Ze!"

Looking at the boy suppressed by the mountain-protecting formation, Bai Yuxi let out a cry of surprise.

She tried to rush over, but was blocked by the powerful force and could not move an inch.

She was initially amazed by the boy's swordsmanship.

But in the blink of an eye, the situation took a sharp turn for the worse.

The girl rushed to Xu Ze's side, trying to remove the light barrier pressing down on him, but with her limited cultivation, all her efforts were in vain.

"What a pity, I was almost killed by you."

Black smoke continued to billow from Wan Yi's body, because his primordial spirit was still faintly aching from Xu Ze's sword strike.

"Within the same realm, even in the Central Continent, I'm afraid no one can rival you. I'm willing to call you the strongest."

"But so what? In the end, I'm still one step ahead."

Looking down at the pitiful girl and the silent boy, he revealed a smug, cold smile:

"Struggle, resist... I love seeing your desperate expressions."

"Rest assured, after you die, I will extract your souls and refine them into a pair of puppets. They will be placed in my palace, facing each other day and night... Wouldn't that be even more fitting than when you were alive?"

He looked up, as if he could already see his glorious future of seizing Xu Ze's secret and returning to Zhongzhou.

The boy inside the light shield, however, remained unusually calm.

He glanced at the system panel; the countdown had jumped to: [00:00:17]

Sixteen seconds... fifteen seconds...

"The trial card is about to expire," he muttered to himself, but there was no panic in his eyes, only a sense of... lingering desire.

"A very fruitful harvest indeed."

Xu Ze ate two pills first so as not to waste the "Blue Wave Pill," a valuable item worth 300 points.

He wanted to experience as much as possible the changes brought about by his future cultivation level.

After all, such opportunities don't come around all the time.

Even if you eat one, reaching the peak of the Golden Core stage, it will be of no use whatsoever.

Take two, you'll be dazed but won't hurt your brain, just right.

In the past half hour, he has fully experienced the power level of the peak Nascent Soul stage.

Even his silence just now was because he was making the most of the last moments to understand what made this Nascent Soul Formation so different.

This is such a rare class, we can't afford to be distracted.

"Good boy, step back a little."

After ruffling Bai Yuxi's hair, Xu Ze tossed the last Lambo Pill into his mouth, activating the buff effect while the countdown was running.

【Ding--】