After clearing the level, the fairies were reborn!

The next second, the cultivation level of the Nascent Soul stage began to emerge on his body.

"It's a talisman infant!" a Golden Core cultivator exclaimed in surprise.

A talisman infant is an advanced technique used by talisman cultivators.

The talisman cultivator sealed a wisp of his divine soul and a portion of his cultivation into a talisman. Once activated, the talisman could temporarily grant a low-level cultivator the cultivation of a Nascent Soul cultivator.

Although it doesn't last long and its power is not as great as a true Nascent Soul cultivator, it's enough to crush any Golden Core cultivator!

Song Yubai actually possesses talismans of this level!

He transformed into a golden talisman infant, slowly raised his hand, and pressed it lightly towards Xu Ze's direction.

"boom--!"

A gigantic golden hand appeared out of thin air, blotting out the sky and carrying a world-destroying force, and slammed down towards Xu Ze!

The power of that palm strike left everyone present breathless.

The Foundation Establishment cultivator collapsed to the ground, unable to even stand. The Golden Core cultivator was also deathly pale, desperately channeling his spiritual energy to resist the terrifying pressure.

Only Fairy Qing Shuang, though she also felt the pressure, was able to remain standing.

She looked at the giant golden hand, a hint of solemnity flashing in her eyes, but more than that, curiosity.

She wanted to see how Xu Ze would respond.

Faced with a palm strike that was enough to instantly kill any Golden Core cultivator, Xu Ze simply raised his head.

His expression remained calm, even showing a hint of...disappointment?

"That's it?"

Xu Ze murmured to himself.

Then, he moved.

It's not about dodging, it's not about defending... it's about attacking!

He brought his sword fingers together and gently slashed towards the descending golden giant hand.

The movement was very light and casual, like drawing a line in the air.

But it was this seemingly casual stroke.

"Sizzle—!"

A streak of cyan-gold sword light burst forth from Xu Ze's fingertips.

"Fifth move: Ten Thousand Valleys of Pine Waves, Heavenly River Reversed."

The Azure Cloud Sword Technique is unparalleled in its killing power; the third move can slay a Golden Core cultivator, and the fourth move can slay a Nascent Soul cultivator.

The fifth move is a divine power at the Nascent Soul level!

When the sword light first appeared, it was only three feet long, but the moment it left the fingertip, it swelled in the wind and transformed into a stunning sword rainbow a hundred feet long!

Above the sword rainbow, blazing flames burned, a manifestation of the Heaven-Burning Sword Intent.

The flames were pale gold in color and terrifyingly hot; wherever they passed, even space itself was distorted and warped by the heat.

The sword rainbow collided with the golden giant hand.

Like a hot knife cutting through butter, the sword rainbow burning with golden flames sliced ​​through the giant golden hand without any hindrance, entering from the palm and exiting from the back of the hand!

The giant golden hand was split in two, then quickly collapsed and dissipated, turning into countless golden specks of light.

The sword rainbow continued its upward momentum, slashing towards the golden talisman infant in mid-air.

Song Yubai seemed to realize the danger and tried to dodge.

But Jianhong's speed was too fast, exceeding the limits of thought.

"laugh--!"

The sword rainbow pierced through Fu Ying's brow and exited from the back of his head.

Song Yubai froze in mid-air, his face still showing a look of astonishment.

The next moment, countless cracks began to appear on his body, and blazing golden flames emanated from the cracks.

"boom--!"

The talisman exploded, turning into a shower of golden dust that fell from the sky.

The entire process, from Xu Ze drawing his sword to the shattering of the talisman's nascent soul, took only a breath.

The battlefield fell into a deathly silence.

Everyone stared blankly at the scene, their minds completely blank.

What did they see?

Song Yubai, a Nascent Soul cultivator... was killed with a single sword strike?!

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"boom."

Song Yubai's body crashed onto the ice, sending up a spray of ice shards.

His face was frozen in astonishment, his eyes were still open, his pupils dilated, reflecting the icy blue sky above.

The second son of the Song family, a prodigy of his generation, has fallen.

The audience was silent.

The ruins seemed to have been silenced; the eight 'prodigy' cultivators who had originally followed Song Yubai were so frightened that they collapsed to the ground, not daring to even breathe loudly.

That's a 'Talisman Infant' at the Nascent Soul level!

It was formed from a wisp of the divine soul of the Song family patriarch, who was at the Void Refinement stage. It was enough to crush any Golden Core cultivator!

He was actually killed by this young man named Xu Ze with a single, seemingly effortless sword strike...?

How can this be? !

This is completely beyond their comprehension.

It should be understood that in the path of cultivation, the gap between major realms is like an insurmountable chasm, resulting from multiple suppressions from one's status and the depths of one's soul.

How could it be so easily overcome?

Now, the way they look at Xu Ze is no longer that of a fellow cultivator.

Rather, they are looking at a deity walking among humans, or a peerless, deadly sword that drinks blood as soon as it is drawn.

"A talismanic infant? I think it's more like a giant infant."

Xu Ze's voice broke the silence.

His tone was flat, as if he were complaining about eating a bad dish.

This talisman isn't as powerful as they say. It just got a little bigger.

They are nowhere near as good as true Nascent Soul cultivators like Brother Xu and the Third Elder.

Ignoring the reactions of the crowd, he walked to Song Yubai's body, bent down to pick up the storage bag, and wiped away the restriction on it.

He probed the storage bag with his spiritual sense and found many good things inside, but the most important thing was the thirty-nine [Earth Spirit Grass].

The moment Xu Ze put away the storage bag, the light screen in the sky underwent its final change.

The text that originally displayed the rankings and countdown gradually faded away, and the pale golden runes flowing along the edge of the light screen began to recombine, emitting an increasingly bright golden light.

After a few breaths, it solidified into a fixed panel:

[The first stage of the sect entry trial has ended.]

Eleven people advanced, nine were eliminated, and two died.

[Congratulations to the first place winner: Xu Ze, who has been directly promoted to an inner disciple of the Xuanling Sect.]

The second trial will begin in one hour.

[All those who have advanced, please prepare yourselves.]

[Sizzle... sizzle sizzle...]

The ancient and mysterious sound grew increasingly chaotic and intermittent, like an old record player on the verge of breaking down.

As the sound rang out, a crack suddenly appeared in the center of the light screen, and a soft white light shone out from the crack.

The white light contracted in the air, eventually transforming into a fist-sized ball of light that slowly drifted down and flew towards Xu Ze.

Xu Ze looked at the 'orb of light', which seemed like a light feather, silently disappearing into his brow.

There was no pain, no discomfort, only a cool sensation spreading from between my eyebrows and quickly throughout my body.

This is the reward for first place in the first trial.

At the same time, his hand felt slightly heavier as a rather antique token appeared in his hand.

The token is about the size of a palm, with an antique dark gold color and subtle wear marks on the edges left by the passage of time.

On the front of the token is a large character '玄' (Xuan), written in a flamboyant style.

The back features even more complex patterns, which appear to be the sect emblem of the Xuanling Sect, or perhaps part of some kind of formation.

[Xuanling Sect Inner Sect Token]

[Description: The holder of this token is an inner disciple of the Xuanling Sect, authorized to travel freely throughout most areas of the sect and enjoy the corresponding privileges of an inner disciple.]

The system's identification information automatically came to mind.

Xu Ze stroked the surface of the token, feeling its cool yet solid texture.

This token is not only a symbol of identity, but also seems to be a magical artifact, with faint traces of spiritual energy flowing inside.

As he carefully examined the token, the ancient voice echoed in his mind again, but this time, the voice seemed much clearer, with less of the previous noise:

Please choose one cultivation technique as your reward.

"So, inside the sphere of light lies the Xuanling Sect's cultivation technique inheritance..."

I was overwhelmed by a massive amount of information.