Nine Revolutions of the Milky Way, Falling Stars Plunge; Seven Continents and Five Seas Forge a Great Dragon

Within Pingye Dao Palace, Jiang Sheng sat cross-legged upon a cloud bed, observing the battle on Orchid Plain through a projection.

Lin Fan strolled over leisurely and casually plucked an immortal peach from Jiang Sheng's table. "Can you tell who will win and who will lose this battle?"

Jiang Sheng shook his head slightly. "The two are evenly matched and familiar with each other. How could victory or defeat be decided so easily?"

"In my view, this battle should end in a draw. Then they will compete with Daoist Soldiers, generals, and formations. It will depend on who can outlast whom."

Lin Fan nodded. He had always trusted Jiang Sheng's judgment. "What if you were the one fighting? What would happen then?"

Jiang Sheng smiled. "If it were me, Zhengqing should be able to withstand three of my sword strikes. After three strikes, it would be hard to say."

Hearing this, Lin Fan laughed heartily. "Yuanchen, your abilities have reached such heights already. Why have you still not broken through? By rights, with your accumulation, you should have gathered enough Immortal Source even for a breakthrough."

Jiang Sheng fell silent for a long while before speaking. "If I do not break through, whether it is those people from the Qiankun Dao Sect, One Dao Palace, Yin-Yang Orthodox Sect, or Primordial Yang Dao Sect, none of them will dare to break through lightly."

"So long as they dare attempt a breakthrough, I can kill my way over alone with a single sword. Even if all the others join forces, they will not be able to protect them. And if they dare dispatch Fusion Realm cultivators to protect their Dao, then our Eastern Heaven Daoism can seize the chance to act as well. After all, they would be the ones bullying the