Who Brought Him into the Cultivation World?

"Your Central Continent is truly a remarkable place."

The old Taoist suddenly spoke with intention.

Han Yu didn’t understand his meaning, thinking the old Taoist was joking; yet the old Taoist wasn’t joking at all.

"Thousands of years ago, I came to the Central Continent to spread the path. In fact, the Central Continent is not a suitable place for cultivators to practice."

The old Taoist conveyed a lot, but Han Yu wondered if such a level was capable of coming to the Central Continent to spread the way?

This incredibly offensive thought was instantly sensed by the old Taoist, whose face turned ashen.

Nonetheless, he continued his speech.

From an environmental standpoint, the Central Continent is indeed not suitable for cultivation. Its supply is limited, infinitely restricting the progress of cultivators, or even the overall ceiling for cultivators.

The old Taoist was certainly correct about this; the Central Continent has always been trapped in the Realm of Transcendence, with no precedent of breakthrough.

If there was, then Han Yu could be considered the first to reach the Divine Platform Realm from a certain perspective.

And then it became an epic feat for the people of Central Continent who used Mo Xiuwen’s mechanisms with vast resources of spirit stones to challenge the divine platform.

He’s been to the Celestial Dao Sect territory too, where the concentration of Spiritual Qi was akin to being amidst a vein of ore.

Even ore veins cannot directly utilize Spiritual Qi; one could say the territory of the Celestial Dao Sect is epitomized by favorable advantages.

The old Taoist continued, "But this time coming, I discovered something different in the Central Continent."

He looked at Han Yu complicatedly, recalling the group of people from Central Continent.

"On this vast land, not suitable for cultivation, yet it has birthed clusters of seedlings fit for cultivation."

This is what truly stupefied the old Taoist.

Leaving Han Yu aside, speaking of that astute person akin to a demon, the Mo Family lad skilled in craftsmanship, and the variety of people he saw.

This group represents the essence of Central Continent.

The old Taoist even imagined, if it were a different environment, this group might have already achieved terrifying accomplishments.

This is what he finds wondrous about Central Continent.

"Perhaps life finds its own way."

Han Yu suddenly spoke, nearly dropping the old Taoist’s jaw.

Such words filled with resonance of the Dao, he felt, shouldn’t come from this young one’s mouth.

Han Yu shrugged, he heard these words from a wise old man, finding them quite sensible.

The ancestors thousands of years ago could use rudimentary tools to defy natural disasters, withstand harsh environments, and find paths to survival.

Not even mentioning that despite the poor environment, Central Continent has nurtured spiritual veins and various spirit medicines.

This is completely different from the environment of Celestial Dao Sect.

"Our Central Continent is not so unbearable."

Han Yu thought for a moment, then said earnestly.

The place where the Western and Eastern Territories converge.

Mu Zili and Ghostly Soul faced each other from afar in mid-air, the atmosphere was overwhelmingly oppressive and murderous.

Neither said a word, yet through their respective auras, they had already clashed.

Thunder roared and flashes of lightning streaked across the gloomy sky, remnants of their collided auras.

At a certain moment, both parties simultaneously ceased action.

Mu Zili seemed a tad inferior, yet this did not imply he was weaker than his opponent; such a situation could only mean the opponent cultivated longer, with a more enduring and weighty aura.

But ultimately, the strength between Divine Dao cultivators still depends on their Dao seeds.

This is a formidable gulf, a gulf of aptitude.

Among all realms, only the disparities in Divine Dao Realm are most despairing.

Whish!

A sound of explosion, rainbow lights in five colors blazed behind Mu Zili.

Meanwhile, behind Ghostly Soul, a Dharma Aspect of a Dao Palace gradually formed.

Soul Hall!

At the same moment the Soul Hall Dharma Aspect appeared, countless ghostly souls continuously surged forth from it.

Ghostly souls themselves aren’t frightening, it’s the impure aura clinging to them that’s terrifying.

Mu Zili, upon merely glancing at them, grew wary; these things were exceedingly similar to abominations—though abominations harbored hatred more than impurities, while these beings were more tainted than hate-filled.

"Go!"

Ghostly Soul commanded fiercely, innumerable ghostly souls rampaged, charging toward this domain with killing intent.

Mu Zili likewise directed his sword, and the five-colored rainbow lights transformed into a long arc, beginning their sweep.

A mournful wail and rumble together resounded across the void, with alternating rainbow and gloom intertwining incessantly.

On the other side, Su Xiaoxiao led her array for quite some time, gazing at Mu Zili’s engagement, unable to bear it anymore, her wave coaxing murderous intent.

"Kill!"

The cultivators of both opposing arrays swiftly charged.

The sky above Western Territory dulled in this instant.

Everything seemed silent henceforth, lives perished constantly.

Blood gradually dyed the desolate land crimson.

The setting sun was as red as blood, seemingly even more bewitching by the complex battlefield’s slaughter.

Ghostly Soul’s heart grew subtly disdainful; Mu Zili didn’t seem as formidable as he imagined.

With successive efforts, even a single ghostly soul tactic was enough to overwhelm him, not to mention Ghostly Soul hadn’t shown his full strength yet.

"You’re quite disappointing."

Ghostly Soul sighed lightly.

Although the decaying aura of the rainbow was potent, it wasn’t enough in comparison to him.

"Is that so?"

Mu Zili raised his eyebrows, not as unworthy as perceived by his opponent; contemplation before action was his unchanging style, without first probing the ghostly souls, how could he counter?

Speaking, Mu Zili continuously waved his hand, as two paths of rainbow lights individually parted, charging toward the heavens; upon colliding, purple and cyan merged into brilliance.

The luminescence scattered, piercing through ghostly souls, rendering them riddled with wounds.

In a moment, offense and defense flipped; the myriad ghostly souls were helpless under this radiant illumination.

Ghostly Soul felt no anger, instead he calmly pressed down with a hand.

Buzz!

A resounding tremor emanated from the Dao Palace, soon the entire Dao Palace Dharma Aspect soared, poised to oppress Mu Zili’s crown.

"Bind!"

Mu Zili’s gaze sharpened, withdrawing swiftly, simultaneously fusing the remaining three rainbow lights, forming a gigantic radiance that soared skyward, colliding with the Dao Palace.

First, a deafening roar shook the heavens and the earth, its terrifying aftermath spread several miles outwards, even before a group of enthusiastic combatants could evade, swept away immediately.

Mu Zili stood unmoved under the Dao Palace, his gaze extremely firm, still sensing this wasn’t the adversary’s full power.

"At merely this level, you won’t accomplish what you intend today."

Mu Zili coldly spoke.

Ghostly Soul paused slightly, soon breaking into a smile.

"You discovered, huh!"

In his words, a ten-foot grinding wheel rose from the ground, revolving continuously, permeating with blood-red light, incredibly enchanting.

Turns out, all along, Ghostly Soul was multitasking in battle.

Not only multitasking, but he had also achieved what he intended to do.

"Dream on!"

Mu Zili’s expression slightly changed, the purple-cyan glow once more merged, transforming into a radiance charging directly at the grinding wheel.

The immense force instantly uprooted it, yet in the next moment, his face showed surprise.

He couldn’t shatter this thing.

"Hahaha!"

Ghostly Soul laughed heartily, daring to reveal it was out of fearlessness of destruction.

"Xiaoxiao, intercept it!"

Mu Zili shouted; amidst the combat, Su Xiaoxiao turned suddenly.

If it couldn’t be destroyed, then it mustn’t fall back into Yama Hall’s hands.

The situation altered at once, originally an indiscriminate carnage now shifted to a struggle for the grinding wheel.

Shouts of "kill" resonated heavenwards, silhouettes around the grinding wheel fell one by one, blood gushed forth, watering the wheel, even prompting surrounding spiritual power being absorbed by the grinding wheel.

Countless cultivators fell, the grinding wheel grew increasingly alluring, the sound of grinding continuously echoed, seemingly it crushed no longer Dragon Blood Stones, but cultivators one after another...

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