Spiritual Treasure, Qian Yuan Taiji Fan!

This Spiritual Treasure is crafted in imitation of the Spirit Communication Ancient Treasure "Heaven and Earth Two Yi Fan".

It's rumored that with a wave of the Heaven and Earth Two Yi Fan, one could directly return all the enemy's attacks.

Master Dongwei relied on this imitation Qian Yuan Taiji Fan to make a name for himself in the Cultivation World, becoming one of the few Nascent Soul Loose Cultivators in the Sky Water Continent.

"It is I, the old man!"

A Jiao Long made of twisted vine wood coiled around the stone pillar in the hall, transforming into an elder with a beard and hair hanging down to his chest, none other than the Green Wood Old Demon.

Before everyone could react, a vast sky of white clouds covered the heavens and earth, as a Nine-tailed Fox descended from beyond the ninth heaven, transforming into a stunning barefooted woman.

"Bai Suyin?"

The female Elder of the Heavenly Sword Sect, Rong Roujun, recognized the newcomer, holding a "Ruler" flowing from her wide sleeves in her hand.

This Spiritual Treasure has a deep indigo surface, veiled with a flowing liquid star halo; touching it feels like caressing the Milky Way. Within the halo, tiny space cracks occasionally appear, like remnants of star extinction, covered with silver star sand patterns, in secret alignment with the circulation of the stars in the sky.

Spiritual Treasure, Void Shifting Ruler!

"Isn't this Miss Rong?"

The Nine-tailed Fox Demon slightly narrowed her long phoenix eyes, the ends curved like a crescent moon, her gaze seemingly shrouded in a layer of rippling mist, her vision entwining the other like a hook, with a hint of playful scrutiny: "Have you still not formed a true union with that True Monarch of all methods? They say a woman's pursuit of a man is like a veil, why doesn't it work for you? Need this sister to teach you a few secret techniques to capture Mr. Cao's heart?"

"You flirtatious fox."

Rong Roujun's face was icy: "My junior brother has a single-minded pursuit of the Dao, unlike you beasts, thinking of nothing but those sordid matters every day?!"

"Boom——"

Before her words had settled, a gale carrying a dense stench rose in the hall, dispersing the prior white clouds into nothingness, as the figure of a Mountain King as tall as over a zhang and as mighty as a mountain came into view.

His throat rumbled with low growls, and as his nostrils flared, he exhaled a hot and foul breath. Evil Qi, intertwined in black and red, surged around him, withering and turning all vegetation to ashes at his feet, and the ground seeped a dark red swamp of blood, where countless Chang Ghosts wailed and struggled in the mist.

Under the dense mob of Chang Ghosts, his body gradually stood upright, beast fur transforming into red short hair like steel needles, claws retracting into human-like fingers but still retaining pitch-black sharp nails, revealing a rugged masculine face beneath the ripped tiger skin.

The tiger demon spoke, every word he uttered caused the ground beneath his feet to crack in a web-like pattern: "Is Chen Lei here?!"

"Buzz!"

The Kunxu Saint Heir, Mu Qingming, swung his arm, and the crowd only saw a flash of lightning in the hall's sky, then it was pulled down and grabbed in his hand, transformed from a long whip to a long mace.

This long mace exhibits a hard, cold luster intertwined with dark silver and deep purple, covered in scales-like patterns forged by lightning. Along the edges of each scale, faintly appeared arcs of cyan and blue lightning, reminiscent of the residual marks after a Jiao Long shed its skin from a thunderbolt.

Spiritual Treasure, Thunderbolt Soul Suppressing Whip!

In just a few breaths, three Transformed Demons suddenly appeared outside the bronze gate, causing the three Nascent Soul Cultivators of the righteous path to also summon their respective Lifebound Spiritual Treasures.

"Mr. Geng!"

Mu Qingming stared into the slightly golden eyes of the tiger demon, whose murderous aura could tear apart a Divine Soul, and said in a deep voice, "Why do you seek Chen Lei?"

"That person killed my nephew!"

Geng Canmao scanned the surroundings but didn't find the target and wanted to leave, only to be intercepted by the Saint Heir, gritting his teeth as he said, "Kid! You dare block me?!"

"Mr. Geng."

Mu Qingming raised the Thunderbolt Soul Suppressing Whip horizontally, emotionlessly stating, "Chen Lei is now an ally of our Holy Sect, you cannot act recklessly."

"Foolish tiger."

The Nine-tailed Tiger Demon, Bai Suyin, scolded: "Did you forget why you came? Handle the business first, and the revenge can be settled later."

Geng Canmao impatiently said, "Where's that group of Zhao Rui? Why aren't they here yet!"

"I apologize for my lateness, please forgive me, gentlemen!"

A clear voice rang out, and on the left side of the bronze gate, a gust of yin wind blew as a figure dressed in a bright yellow Dragon Robe, with a crown on his head, appeared.

This Great Song Emperor, with shriveled dark red skin clinging to his bones, wearing bronze armor over his joints, sharp black nails like blades on his ten fingers, his joints adorned with jade inscribed with turquoise, and his eye sockets igniting two points of ghostly green phosphorescent fire, released Yin Qi that even made Core Formation Cultivators' hair stand on end.

Nascent Soul Corpse Puppet!

Great Song Spirit Sect!

After the Nine-fold Heavenly Tribulation, it was the Emperor of Spirit Sect who successfully ascended to become an unconscious Nascent Soul Puppet.

Behind the Spirit Sect was a young man in a crimson Dragon Robe, wearing a Winged Hat, with a proud spirit, who was none other than the Great Song Emperor Tianxi, Zhao Rui.

Following closely were two Nascent Soul Demon Cultivators.

One had a shadowy visage, dressed like a Jianghu knight, while the other was short in stature, resembling a dwarf.

For a moment, the righteous, the demons, and the monsters, nine Nascent Soul Cultivators, gathered here, confronting each other!

Numerous Golden Core and Foundation Establishment Cultivators retreated nervously.

If the nine Nascent Souls were to start fighting, these people would likely suffer!

"It seems..."

Master Dongwei sneered, "You demons and monsters have planned together to seize this Secret Realm?"

"Quite the contrary."

Zhao Rui placed one hand behind his back: "I and Daoist Qingmu and others are here to assist you."

Qingmu Jiao Long spread his palm, revealing a black jade stone: "This is the Celestial Dipper Star Stone. Without me, how would you open the bronze gate?"

"Do not even think about it!"

Master Dongwei scolded: "You crooked demon and evil paths, do you also wish to covet the treasures of the Immortal Palace? Although I am a loose cultivator, I would never agree!"

Meanwhile, Sky Sword Sect's Rong Roujun was already accumulating mana, ready to strike at any moment.

"Why not heed a word of advice from me?"

The Nascent Soul dwarf stepped out of the shadows, smiling: "The nine of us have similar strength. If we start fighting, it won't end quickly, and if the entrance is accidentally destroyed, nobody will get what's inside.

"Therefore, why not first cooperate to open the bronze gate, and once inside the Immortal Palace, use our own skills to get the treasures?"

"One sentence!"

The tiger demon Geng Canmao said deeply: "Either let us in, or nobody gets in!"

"..."

Master Dongwei began to hesitate: "Daoist Mu, what do you think?"

"I agree with Daoist Zhao."

Under everyone's gaze, the Kunxu Saint put away the Thunderbolt Soul Suppressing Whip and spoke in a calming tone: "Instead of mutual destruction here, it's better to first open the Secret Realm."

"Young Master Qingming indeed sees the bigger picture."

The Nine-tailed Fox Demon parted her red lips, her voice as sweet as a moonlit spring touched with honey. Even before she spoke, a light laughter like silver bells spread, and each syllable was surrounded by demonic power ripples, enveloping the Saint Heir.

Mu Qingming slightly frowned, using protective mana to block the invisible ripples: "Mr. Bai, if you keep using these tricks, don't blame me for turning hostile."

"Hehe~"

Bai Suyin said softly: "This girl was merely joking, Daoist Mu wouldn't really be angry, right?"

"Stop the nonsense!"

Master Dongwei urged: "Immediately use your methods to open the gate!"

Saying this, the righteous cultivators stepped back, clearing a path.

The Green Wood Old Demon and Zhao Rui flew forward, arriving above the Ying Long statue, each placing a Star Stone into the slot.

When the Star Stones landed in the positions of Dubhe and Megrez, the eyes of Ying Long, which had been lifeless, suddenly lit up. A sound like the breaking of bronze chains was heard, and a blinding green light leaked out from the door crack.

The sound of the door axle turning was like the mournful cry of ten thousand dragons, and the heavy door opened slowly to both sides like a mountain.

Beyond the bronze gate was not a physical space but a bottomless dark abyss, with a transmission array suspended above.

"Fellow Daoists."

Mu Qingming invited: "Together now."

The nine Nascent Souls almost simultaneously stepped onto the transmission array, then called their respective forces to enter the Secret Realm.

Cultivators of demons, monsters, and the Human Race, each numbering in the hundreds, gathered on the broad transmission array.

Everyone remained vigilant, ready at any time to use their unique skills against the "alien race" cultivators beside them.

At this moment, the Ying Long statue on the bronze gate suddenly came to life!

Without any prior notice, it unknowingly separated from the bronze gate, unfolding its sky-shading bronze wings above, and sprayed a waterfall-like mysterious light upon all the cultivators!

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