Golden Spirit was already prepared to leap into the Painting World when he heard this slightly scolding remark and subconsciously stopped his action, turning his head to follow the sound.

Only to see that the speaker was a white and chubby young Daoist, dressed in a white cloud-like Daoist robe, his round face appearing somewhat honest and straightforward as he earnestly reprimanded: "Young man, it is understandable to be spirited and impulsive, yet it does not change the foolish nature of the act.

Why would you rush headlong into something so uncertain?

Even if Bai Ze wouldn't dare risk offending The Three Pure Ones by taking your life, swords and sabres are blind, fire and water have no mercy; what if he fails to stop in time and injures you…

Ahem!

In short, that's the gist of it. If you're not sure, don't try to show off. Why not let someone like me, who is confident, do it instead?"

"You…"

Golden Spirit's face was frosty, expression cold, her phoenix eyes fixed tightly on Yu Yuan as she slowly spoke, "Who are you?"

This was not a question asked in contempt, but a genuine inquiry into his identity.

Yu Yuan was slightly taken aback, feeling as if she was doubting something.

"Xuan Yangzi!"

At this moment, a low shout rang out.

Red Cloud Ancestor glanced at him and reproached irritably: "What kind of chaos are you creating, boy? This matter does not concern you, stand aside."

Yu Yuan replied with a smile, "Uncle-Master, what you said... Since I am your disciple's nephew, naturally I have the right to take the stage. How can you say it has nothing to do with me... right, esteemed Demon Saint?"

The last sentence was addressed to Bai Ze.

The latter was curiously examining him with a folding fan in hand.

However, after a long look, Bai Ze couldn't discern any special features, only able to judge from Yu Yuan's emitted aura that his Qi-Blood was vigorous and his physical body extraordinary, but his Dao Xing realm seemed to be not very profound.

"Are you a disciple under the seat of Zhen Yuanzi?" He asked Yu Yuan curiously, "Are you truly confident in reaching the mountaintop and entering the Treasure Hall?"

Yu Yuan was not surprised that he could guess his "identity," calmly smiling and responding, "Esteemed Demon Saint, asking like this, could it be you are starting to feel afraid?"

Bai Ze pondered for a moment and nodded slightly, "Indeed, I am somewhat afraid now."

"You are right to feel afraid," Yu Yuan said with a smile, "because with me here, you won't be able to stir up any significant trouble."

As soon as these words came out, several gasps rang throughout the venue.

A crowd of Immortal Gods looked surprised at this chubby young Daoist, who, just a moment ago, had been unknown to most.

Wasn't this too arrogant?

Daring to speak this way to a Quasi-Saint, it was as if he was courting death with open arms!

Duobao Taoist, with profound Dao Xing and a direct disciple of the Taoist Ancestor under The Three Pure Ones, also did not show such arrogance and bluster, and yet you, an unknown character, dare to outdo him!

Red Cloud Ancestor was also anxious, worried Bai Ze might harm him, and quickly chided, "Xuan Yangzi, if you do not step down immediately, I may have to discipline you on behalf of your master!"

Bai Ze's gaze twinkled, and he said with a smile, "It seems your teacher is not willing to give you the chance to perform."

Without hesitation, Yu Yuan replied, "No matter, his words do not matter."

Red Cloud Ancestor: ヽ(｀⌒´メ)ノ

"Daoist friend, hold your hand," The Queen Mother of the West said thoughtfully as she looked at Yu Yuan, "Let's wait and see."

Red Cloud Ancestor rolled his eyes, "Daoist friend, you can't seriously believe this youngster's nonsense, do you? What assurance could he have? He's merely a new disciple of elder brother Zhen Yuanzi, nothing but a calf not fearing the tiger!

If you don't believe me, ask Fu Xi.

This youngster just got lost wandering the Primordial Wilderness and was picked up halfway by Fu Xi."

Hearing this, Bai Ze covertly glanced at Fu Xi, who was observing a flute in his hands, seemingly indifferent to the surrounding affairs.

"This is getting interesting."

Bai Ze looked at Yu Yuan thoughtfully, then turned to glance at Golden Spirit, smiling, "Both of you wish to take the stage, but there is only one spot left. Who gets it should be decided by yourselves."

Yu Yuan nodded slightly and looked at Golden Spirit with a smile, "He wants to provoke an infight among us, will you oblige him?"

Golden Spirit looked at him, her gaze sharp, her chilly voice echoing directly in his heart.

"Answer my question first, just who are you?"

Yu Yuan raised an eyebrow, "Perhaps... I'm just a traveler who happened to pass through your world."

With those words, he took a step forward and entered the Painting World.

The so-called Painting World was in fact a Small Thousand World, only that it used a painting as a medium, stabilizing this Small Thousand World even more.

Upon entering this Small Thousand World, Yu Yuan immediately felt enveloped by a force of Primordial Magnetic Divine Power pressing down on him like a mountain.

However for him, let alone a single mountain, even a thousand mountains, ten thousand peaks, would not be enough to suppress him.

He glanced around and saw not far away on the ground stood a human-shaped stone sculpture, towering and broad, gazing up at the mountaintop with a face full of unwillingness.

Yu Yuan, who had practiced the Heavenly Demon Forbidden God Curse, knew that the transformed Duobao, now a stone, could still sense everything in the outside world.

After a brief reflection, he patted it on the shoulder and said, "Making a divine appearance before others is a matter that should be followed through to the end, it's wrong to be humiliated halfway."

In the venue, a crowd of Immortal Gods stared unblinkingly at Yu Yuan.

"Huh? What does he mean by that?"

"Is he mocking us?"

"I think it's more like he's about to demonstrate some kind of skill..."

"Look at him, he doesn't seem to be affected by the Primordial Magnetic Divine Power at all. It seems he really knows some tricks!"

"Look, he's starting to climb the mountain!"

Amidst the noisy voices, countless gazes turned towards the suspended scroll in mid-air.

The moment Xuan Yangzi stepped onto the staircase, a low chanting resonated throughout the Small Thousand World and reached the ears of everyone in the assembly.

"Heroes of the world come from us, once entering the Primordial, years crumble away."

The Immortal Gods were full of question marks in their heads, unable to figure out what he was doing.

Immediately afterward, as Yu Yuan took his second step, his deep voice suddenly became high-pitched and impassioned: "The Roc rises with the wind in one day, soaring straight up ninety thousand miles!"

Accompanying these words, everyone saw the figure of Xuan Yangzi in the painting stepping out and directly crossing over ninety thousand more steps, instantly completing most of the mountain path.

"This..."

In the assembly, the Immortal Gods rose to their feet, disbelievingly staring at that tall figure in the painting.

Even the Quasi-Saints seated high on cloud beds had their eyes wide open, filled with shock.

You must know this was under the oppressive force of the Primordial Magnetic Divine Power!

Even Duobao Taoist initially couldn't withstand this great pressure, and even after he later understood the law of Primordial Magnetism, he still climbed up step by step.

For Yu Yuan to cross over ninety thousand steps in one, the pressure he had to bear in that instant was beyond imagination!

Looking at this scene, Red Cloud Ancestor was both shocked and puzzled, "Since when did Zhen Yuanzi have such a formidable disciple?"

Among the Quasi-Saints present, only the Great God Fu Xi remained unfazed, with a look of 'as expected' on his face.

At this moment, Yu Yuan had already taken his third step, and once again chanted: "The sea reaches its end where the sky forms the shore, on the Immortal Path's highest peak I stand alone!"

With this step, he arrived directly at the peak.

Inside the assembly, the faces of the Immortal Gods were filled with strange expressions, their eyes brimming with surprise, shock, excitement, and other complex emotions.

"What a statement, 'on the Immortal Path's highest peak I stand alone!'"

Bai Ze held a folding fan in his right hand and tapped it forcefully against his left palm, his face full of admiration.

Then, with a change in tone, he lightly chuckled, "It just makes me wonder where he puts the Taoist Ancestor."

"What bad idea are you brewing now?" Red Cloud Ancestor teased without good humor: "With that effort, you should think about how to guard your last challenge instead."

Bai Ze's smile instantly stiffened.

At this time, his external avatar had walked out from the Treasure Hall at the mountain's peak and directly revealed his Exotic Beast form, with a dragon's head, green hair, horned with wings on his back, and two deep Divine Eyes flashing with a strange and eerie light, preparing to cast the Heavenly Demon Forbidden God Curse to petrify his opponent.

However, to his surprise, Yu Yuan showed no reaction to his Heavenly Demon Forbidden God Curse.

Not to mention being petrified, he didn't even frown.

He still stood at the top of the mountain, standing firm like an ancient pine, his body radiating Infinite Divine Light, brilliant and dazzling, like flames burning, and then converging towards his right hand.

Under the effect of the Bloodstained Mysterious Technique, his entire body's Essence Blood burned fiercely at an extremely fast pace.

Immediately after, he loudly recited the last line: "Without me, Xuan Yangzi, the Primordial would be like an eternal night!"

Accompanying his words, he threw a distant punch.

A torrential sea of golden light rushed forward from his fist, sweeping through heaven and earth like a hurricane!

"Bai Ze's" face changed dramatically, feeling as if his liver and gallbladder were shattering, scalp tingling.

He tried his best to dodge, but the punch was faster than he could have imagined.

In a split second, his body instantly shattered.

"Spurt!"

A rain of blood fell, then vanished into powder amidst the raging "hurricane."

In the assembly, Bai Ze's face turned slightly pale.

His avatar was annihilated, and his spirit suffered some damage.

But compared to the shock that Xuan Yangzi had given him, this minor injury was nothing at all.

He looked around, only to see a crowd of stunned faces.

The Immortal Gods who could enter the center of the assembly were each beings of profound Dao Xing and esteemed status within the Primordial.

But at that moment, these Immortal Gods were looking at Xuan Yangzi in the painting with utter focus.

Red Cloud Ancestor stared at the scroll, with eyes wide open and at a loss for words for a long while.

Golden Spirit's phoenix eyes shone with admiration; associating the man's recent words, she faintly guessed the true identity of the young Daoist.

Now, she couldn't wait to approach him and confirm her speculation.

At the same time, a voice sounded with a hint of both mockery and humor in Duobao's heart, who remained looking up, immobilized but having witnessed everything: "It feels great to show off your divinity before others, but to continuously do so is eternal bliss... now you understand, right?"

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