In an instant.
It was as if a bolt of lightning had flashed through, illuminating the once-dim space as bright as day.
There.
The boy’s eyes were unlike a normal person’s, lacking the clear contrast of black and white.
They seemed to be covered by a thick, gray film.
Like a pool of stagnant water, utterly without ripples.
Furthermore.
What was eerie was that this boy should have been at an age of vibrant energy, yet he possessed none of the vitality of youth.
Instead, he was shrouded in a thick aura of death, like an old man with one foot in the grave.
At this moment, he turned his head to the side.
There,
within this enclosed space,
a young man in white had appeared at some unknown time, hovering in the air above the lava.
The Young Man stood suspended in mid-air.
And he was looking right at him.
"You..."
The boy spoke, his voice a hoarse rasp, like stones grinding together in his throat.
"Who are you? Why are you here?"
His voice was ancient.
It carried a certain sluggishness, as if he hadn’t spoken in a very long time.
"You are the Cyan Yang Daoist?"
Hu Qi’s expression was calm.
"Hand over the Dharma Gate for the Nascent Soul Stage, and I can spare your life."
"Heh heh, how... interesting! A mere ant at the Nascent Element Realm dares to speak to this old man in such a way. You truly don’t know the meaning of death!
I don’t know how you got in, but you’re not leaving!"
The boy sneered.
The next moment.
Without any extraneous movement,
the Red Sword behind him trembled and suddenly shot out as a streak of rainbow light, slashing toward Hu Qi.
Its speed was incredible, tearing through space.
It arrived in the blink of an eye!
BAM!
However, in the next second, Hu Qi made no move to dodge. He simply raised his hand and caught the blade.
Seeing this, a look of astonishment appeared on the boy’s—the Cyan Yang Daoist’s—face for the first time.
Although he hadn’t used his full strength in that attack—in fact, he had used less than thirty percent of his power—
it still wasn’t something a mere Core Formation Realm existence could withstand.
’A Body Refining Technique? Is he from the Qian Jun Sect, or the Refining Body Valley... No, not even Body Refining Cultivators from those two Sects could temper their physique to this degree.’
Thinking this, he looked at Hu Qi’s completely unharmed palm, and a flicker of interest ignited within him.
He slowly rose to his feet.
And the red longsword Hu Qi had caught in his hand abruptly dispersed into motes of light, re-forming behind the boy’s back.
Just then, Hu Qi suddenly took a large step forward and abruptly vanished.
When he reappeared, he had already crossed a distance of nearly a hundred meters, materializing directly in front of the Cyan Yang Daoist.
He threw a punch straight at his face.
There was no fancy Magic, only pure, brute force.
CLANG!
The twin swords on his back transformed into two streaks of flowing light, flying out to meet Hu Qi’s attack.
Although the Cyan Yang Daoist spoke dismissively of Hu Qi, he had in fact noticed how strange he was.
Naturally, no Great Cultivator who had managed to cultivate to the Nascent Soul Realm was a fool.
He didn’t dare hold back and immediately attacked with his full power.
BOOM!
In that instant, a circular shockwave from the compressed air blasted outward from where they stood.
The stone pillar beneath their feet crumbled, its fragments falling into the lava below.
It sent up showers of sparks.
The two figures constantly clashed and collided.
Wherever they passed, be it lava or stone walls, everything was pulverized into dust and dissipated.
...
「Meanwhile, outside.」
It was early morning, and the sky was gradually brightening.
A hazy mist drifted around the mountainside.
In the forests of the Cyan Yang Sect’s Five Peaks, on the open grounds beside the pavilions,
figures could be seen either practicing their punches and forms or sitting cross-legged, practicing breathing techniques.
From time to time, Spiritual Cranes would dance in the mountain ravines, completing the picturesque scene of an Immortal Mountain.
In the early morning, as the yang energy rises, the Spiritual Energy is at its purest and most abundant.
The body’s physiological functions also become more active. Practicing breathing techniques after Qi Cultivation allows the body to synchronize with the rhythm of nature, better align with the workings of heaven and earth, and thus advance one’s Cultivation.
Cultivating one’s Qi at this time undoubtedly yielded twice the results for half the effort.
Therefore, during this period, both Outer and Inner Sect Disciples, unless they had urgent matters to attend to, would be engaged in breathing cultivation.
However, at that very moment, a violent tremor was felt.
The earth shook and the mountains swayed.
Seeing this, the disciples hurriedly stopped what they were doing.
Disciples with sufficient Cultivation immediately used Sword Control to fly into the air.
Those whose Cultivation was insufficient leaped up, landing on the nearest pavilions or tree branches.
One by one, they stared at the continuously trembling mountain peaks with shocked and uncertain expressions, not knowing what was happening.
...
「In the underground space.」
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM...
Only two blurry figures could be seen, constantly colliding and trading blows.
Every one of Hu Qi’s punches and kicks was wrapped in terrifying, concussive Power.
The incomparably sharp Sword Energy that met him disintegrated the instant it made contact.
Seeing this, the Cyan Yang Daoist’s heart filled with shock and horror.
’I don’t understand what kind of monster this guy is.’
’This terrifying strength and physique... it’s simply inhuman.’
His two longswords were Magical Treasures, even if they were only Lower Grade.
But their power far exceeded that of ordinary Magical Artifacts.
Yet, when driven with his full power, they couldn’t even leave a white mark on his opponent’s body.
CRACKLE!
Just then, blinding lightning, like silver snakes, burst crazily from the surface of Hu Qi’s body.
The searing lightning illuminated every detail on the Cyan Yang Daoist’s somewhat stunned face.
Countless roaring bolts of lightning intertwined in an instant, forming a crisscrossing giant net that filled the space and lit the surroundings as bright as day.
At this moment, the area seemed to have transformed into a Thunder Purgatory.
A fist wreathed in thick lightning plasma pressed down from above.
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