At the junction of gold and blood, Chen Hua, dressed in simple white robes, sits with his eyes closed upon a throne of white clouds, the sole speck of flawless purity in this world.

The ancient and weighty Taoist Collection hovers to the right of Chen Hua, quietly observing the transformation of worldly affairs below the clouds.

Three thousand miles away, several Eighth Realm Abyss Cultivators grimly stare at the meditative Chen Hua. This single man has forcefully held back all their top cultivators, barring their way; anyone attempting to pass meets their end!

There were those foolhardy enough to test him, but the results of such tests now keep them from daring to move, stewing in silent fury from afar.

The intention of the Abyss is to buy time; the seal is already on the verge of breaking, and without doing anything, it will slowly erode.

In fact, by doing this, Chen Hua inadvertently serves their purpose. For now, they are at an impasse, but once the seal is undone, things should become much easier.

"But it's frustrating!" exclaimed a muscular man with a bare upper body as he swung his Fangtian Halberd through the air. Invisible energy whips around like a wild dragon, instantly flattening ten nearby small peaks.

"There's no helping it, who could have guessed that within less than two or three years after the renewal of the Immortal Path, a Ninth Realm powerhouse would emerge, and one absurdly strong at that," said a scrawny bald man in a mysterious-patterned robe, reeking of sleaziness.

The sleazy bald man spoke in an incredible tone, looking at Chen Hua as one would a freak.

"Wasn't the last time we saw such a strong cultivator during the era of the Taoist Sect's Three Immortals?"

The sleazy bald man turned his gaze to the last of the three people, a young man as cold as ice.

"He's almost comparable to that legendary Sword Immortal of the Taoist Sect."

Sensing the others' gaze on him, the young man excitedly licked his lips, his eyes blazing as he looked towards Chen Hua.

He had always regretted missing the chance to clash with that legendary Sword Immortal. It was a lifelong regret, and unexpectedly, in this epoch, he found someone who could measure up to that figure.

However, what he found hard to accept was that even with a boundless lifespan, he seemed increasingly distant from reaching the realm of a Sword Immortal.

Putting aside differences in identities and allegiances, the greatest dream of all sword cultivators should be to spar with that legendary Sword Immortal.

"He can measure up to that Sword Immortal?" The sleazy bald man was shocked. Among the three, only he belonged to the era of the First Epoch, hence only he knew the dominance with which the Three Immortals of the Taoist Sect ruled the Ninth Realm.

Back then, the classification of sect forces was also ranked from one to nine, with First-grade being the highest. It was the emergence of the Taoist Sect's Three Immortals that led to the creation of a rank above First-grade forces called the Super Force.

Only the Taoist Sect qualified to be called a Super Force; no other forces met the criteria.

Only after the collapse of the First Epoch did the Super Force become somewhat diluted, resulting in the emergence of many others.

People all claim to be cultivators of the Immortal Path, yet what true Immortals are like remains unknown to most. It wasn't until those three appeared that all cultivators realized:

So, that is what an Immortal is!

Daoist Immortal, Sword Immortal, War Immortal.

An Immortal opens a path, and these three were the very end of Dao!

If it's true that this man can stand shoulder to shoulder with that Sword Immortal, then maybe he shouldn't idle around anymore. Having survived through two Epoch Wars till now, he owes his life to his sheer survival skills.

Walking often by the river, one's shoes will inevitably get wet, hence Daoist Dan Dan never goes to the riverside.

"Are you scared?" the muscular man, naked from the waist up, glanced skeptically at someone known even in the Abyss for being a bully in presence but a coward at heart.

"Scared? I, Daoist Dan Dan, even faced the three immortals of the Taoist Sect back in the day. Would I fear this unnamed junior today?" Just like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, Daoist Dan Dan's voice suddenly became shrill, his face flushing slightly.

You brute, looking down on whom?

"Is that so?" Lord Lei Tian was taken aback for a moment, automatically adopting a respectful demeanor. Surviving an encounter with a single Daoist Immortal was already an incredible feat, let alone facing three.

"Heh." The cold-faced young man beside him knew the true nature of the cowardly man and scoffed disdainfully.

Facing the three immortals of the Taoist sect? He was nearly half a continent away when he glimpsed the aftermath of their clash with the Abyss's Will, and terrified, he hid back in the Abyss. Is that what you call a confrontation?

"We are merely at the Eighth Realm, even if the three of us joined forces, we couldn't cope with that Chen Hua, we better wait for the others who will emerge from a slightly larger rift."

Despite the cowardly tone of Daoist Dan Dan's words, neither Lord Lei Tian nor the cold-faced young man could refute him because that Chen Hua indeed was undeniably powerful.

Meanwhile, Chen Hua seated on a cloud, sensing a ripple of magic from thousands of miles away, opened his eyes and gently smiled at the void, said to someone.

"Please apologize to your sister for me, I can't go back to accompany her yet, and tell those two youngsters to go ahead."

This image ends here, Zhou Yuzhi helplessly massaged his temples. Has Chen Hua reached this extent already?

The scene was not in real-time, it was from two or three days ago. Even so, Chen Hua sensed his prying, which might already be related to the laws of time and space, right?

"His mastery of the Sword Dao has improved quite a bit," Zhou Yuzhi remarked.

"Master..." Liang Yi, upon seeing the recent sky-covering golden and blood lights, was inevitably shocked.

Su Youyi quietly took her senior brother's hand, her expression also showing a trace of worry.

Only Grandpa Ju, his fur bristled, and his sharp claws fixated on the void shown in that recent image. Even if it was just an image, he felt a profound loathing for the forthcoming Abyss.

He and the Abyss can only survive one, this is an eternal fate.

"Don't worry, that guy Chen Hua is quite cunning," Zhou Yuzhi said relaxedly, smiling while comforting the two youngsters.

He might not be familiar with others, but he knew Chen Hua's tricks thoroughly.

Don't be fooled by the sight of Chen Hua looking majestic, guarding the Abyss alone with his sword. In his mind, he never planned to resolve the Abyss issue there—he probably intended to buy some time before slipping away.

"Unless it's a matter of life and death, Chen Hua indeed doesn't possess the noble sentiment of selflessly sacrificing for others. Moreover, since the elder sister has just left the Snow Mountain, Chen Hua has even less reason to risk his life there."

"..." Liang Yi was left speechless. Should he praise his master indeed?

"Since master is temporarily safe, we must also complete the task entrusted to us by our master," Su Youyi gripped her senior brother's hand a bit tighter, her gaze firm.

"Yes, we must eliminate those annoying members of the Devouring Spirit Sect in the shortest time possible," Liang Yi nodded. If the Devouring Spirit Sect was not eradicated, they might cause significant trouble in the future.

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