After clearing the level, the fairies were reborn!

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[Current Realm: Peak of Nascent Soul Stage (Temporary)]

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"Om-!"

This time, there was no spiritual energy storm, no unusual celestial phenomena.

Only an indescribable, incomprehensible, and irresistible sense of presence slowly awakened within Xu Ze.

It was like a sleeping dragon opening its eyes, like an ancient god casting its gaze.

There was no oppressive aura emanating from it, but within the entire territory of the Biyang Sect, all living beings, whether human, beast, insect, or ant, were affected.

At that very moment, my heart stopped for a beat.

Wan Yi's sinister smile froze completely, turning into extreme fear.

He felt as if he were facing a... starry sky? No, an abyss? No, that's not it either...

That was a "higher existence" that was beyond his comprehension!

Xu Ze's presence has vanished.

It wasn't that he hid; rather, he completely merged into this world, as if he were a part of the rules themselves.

Then, he gently raised his hand and flicked his finger at the Biyang Zhenyue Formation that covered the sky.

"Boom."

A soft sound, like a bubble bursting.

The golden light shield, which contained the power of the twelve peaks' earth veins, vanished silently from its center, like a pencil drawing erased by an eraser.

There was no explosion, no impact; it was simply "disappeared".

It was as if they had never existed.

In the world of cultivation, to fight against a higher level is as difficult as rowing against the current or climbing to the heavens.

Only those with extraordinary talent, those who can be called prodigies, can do this.

But if such a prodigy were to strike downwards...

"I feel like I could crush you eight hundred times over with just one finger right now."

Xu Ze felt the power within his body and looked at Wan Yi, glad that he hadn't eaten three pills directly.

Otherwise, where would the combat experience and insights come from?

At this moment.

The world was completely silent.

Wan Yi remained motionless; his earlier smugness was now replaced by despair.

Is this kid capable of reaching another level?

What's the point of fighting then?

If you had done this earlier, I would have given you my life, wouldn't that have been enough?

"Run...run!!"

Finally, within the Biyang Sect, a Nascent Soul elder was the first to break down, screaming in agony as he turned and transformed into a streak of light to flee!

"Run? Do you think you can escape?" Xu Ze's voice was soft, yet it rang clearly in everyone's ears.

He raised his hand a second time, and the flaming longsword had somehow reformed in his hand.

This time, the sword was no longer crimson, but flowed with a chaotic gray color, as if it contained birth and death, time and space, cause and effect.

With a gentle wave.

The sword light wasn't dazzling; in fact, it was somewhat dim. But the trajectory it left across the sky left a spatial rift that could never be healed.

Those dozens of streaks of light that scattered and fled, whether they were at the peak of the Golden Core stage or the Nascent Soul stage, whether they had fled ten miles or a hundred miles, all froze in mid-air the instant the sword light passed.

The next second, the space they were in, along with the surrounding area, was like a shattered mirror, peeling away piece by piece and turning into the smallest nothingness.

With just this one strike, dozens of elders of the Biyang Sect... were annihilated, body and soul.

"The Second Elder did not make a move just now."

Beside him, the woman who had been silent all along moved her lips slightly.

During the sect's protective formation just now, only she and the Second Elder were absent.

If the other elders deserved to die, then this old man perhaps deserved to die.

"Kill him if you will."

Xu Ze's gaze remained calm.

How many good people can there be in such a demonic sect?

Upon hearing this, a look of shock finally appeared on the woman's face.

A trace of 'divinity' has already emerged from the boy.

That is something only truly powerful beings can possess.

If one day this child truly reaches the peak of the Nascent Soul stage and wants to break through to the Divine Transformation stage, then...

I'm afraid there won't be any bottlenecks.

The Third Elder couldn't help but shake his head and smile bitterly.

The difficulties that had plagued him for over fifty years seemed insignificant now.

"you……"

Wan Yi stood there, his whole body stiff, unable even to tremble.

He watched helplessly as the foundation of his sect, built up over hundreds of years, vanished in the blink of an eye.

He watched as Xu Ze turned around, his calm, unwavering eyes looking at him.

Wan Yi finally couldn't hold on any longer; his mental defenses completely collapsed, and tears streamed down his face.

"Crying? Crying counts as time too."

Chapter 46, Third Stage

Xu Ze looked at Wan Yi, who had broken down, and felt incredibly calm.

There was no hatred, no anger, and not even murderous intent in his eyes.

There is only a kind of indifference that looks down on ants.

Is this the transcendent feeling of ascending to a high position in the world of cultivation?

No wonder countless people flock to it, risking their lives for it.

Even among billions of people, only one will ultimately attain enlightenment.

This probability will not deter people; on the contrary, it will drive cultivators even more crazy.

When you stand on the clouds and look down, the joys and sorrows, the deceit and treachery of the mortal world become blurred shadows on a stage.

This indifference that transcends all living beings is more seductive than any other power.

"I heard you like to brand people?"

With a wave of his hand, Xu Ze shattered Wan Yi's dantian, looking at his clumsy and pathetic soul.

Then, an invisible sword aura precisely pierced Wan Yi's dantian, and the barely formed pseudo-divine foundation shattered like paper!

His spiritual energy leaked out like a burst dam, and Wan Yi's aura plummeted at a visible rate—from Nascent Soul to Golden Core...

"With such a precarious existence, it's no wonder that he will never be able to advance another step in his life after only recently reaching the Nascent Soul stage."

After thinking it over, he waved his hand and used a wisp of the Heaven-Burning Sword Intent to imprint marks on it.

Having completely lost his cultivation, Wan Yi fell to the level of a mortal in a matter of breaths.

The pain of the soul surpasses any pain in this world by a hundred or a thousand times.

"Ahhh-"

The man in the black robe was curled up on the ground, in so much pain that he couldn't even beg for mercy.

The sword intent transforms into a brand, not engraved on the physical body, but directly scorching the soul.

Each brand is like tearing a hole in the soul and pouring in scalding magma—a torment a thousand times greater than the limits of physical pain.

Wan Yi rolled and convulsed on the ground like a skinned wild dog, his ten fingers digging deep into the rock, his nails cracking and his flesh a bloody mess.

He wanted to beg for mercy, but all he could manage was a wheezing sound coming from his throat.

He wanted to commit suicide, but he couldn't even muster the slightest strength to crush his heart meridian.

Xu Ze looked at the girl beside him, who was clenching her teeth and whose mind was flashing with memories, and asked:

"Does that make you feel better?"

beside.

To see one's enemy meet such an end.

Bai Yuxi felt as if she were dreaming.

She couldn't help but recall those scenes from her childhood: the foxfire that filled the mountains and plains of Qingqiu, and the resentful eyes of her clansmen who died before her eyes.

She closed her eyes, but instead of the excitement of avenging a great grudge, there was only a vast emptiness and desolation in them.

Finally, she took a deep breath:

"Kill him."

No matter how much this man is tortured, it will not be enough to wash away his sins.

Only by sacrificing his life could he comfort his parents' spirits in heaven.