Wude at the Cycle Sect

Taken together, Luna's words had been rather too harsh.

Yet these matters concerned immortals and counted as secrets of the immortal path—secrets beyond the sect. Even Li Lin had only learned of them through Doumu Yuanjun.

For a cultivator like Luna, who spent all day in the Beast Arena copying the True Forms of beasts and truly lived in her own world, not knowing was perfectly normal.

Besides—

Qingqiu Immortal was not as weak as he appeared.

The Elixir Immortal and Artifact Immortal were his disciples. He had only become an immortal within the last thousand years because he did not wish to be merely powerful like the Four Founding Immortals, with his own path swept along by the External Path.

Pheobe's inferiority complex actually had no basis.

She merely believed that others looked down on her.

At that moment, her eyes reddened.

With her Core Elixir cultivation—equivalent to the Nascent Soul Realm—the secretion and suppression of tears naturally lay within her control.

But now, she had lost even the desire to stop the tears from spilling over.

All she felt was the urge to fight Luna.

Smooth, flowing Pill Qi circulated as silver-white Fox Fire ignited the space and surged toward Luna.

"Are you angry?"

Even as Luna asked in confusion, that patch of Immortal Land expanded.

It drew in the Three-Headed Flood Dragon nearby, and the Nine-Tailed Fox nimbly leaped down.

As the Fox Fire spread before her, the entire Immortal Land, Luna included, vanished into nothingness.

A purple butterfly fluttered its wings as it appeared behind Pheobe.

Three dragon heads tore through the void and opened their gaping maws.

Dragon fire, poisonous saliva, and hurricane winds converged. With a boom, a hundred-meter pillar of fire, whistling with poisonous smoke, engulfed Pheobe.

"Little Three, don't." Luna's warning came