"Wentian specialized in a single path. After ten years apart, his Natal Sword Essence had been tempered to a rarity in this world. If it truly came down to it, General Luo and Anantu might not necessarily be his match." Within Kunlun's sixth ring island, a man in a pale yellow robe, graceful in bearing, with faint seven-colored radiance glimmering in his pupils, watched Yuan Tianyi and Wentian in the void and pondered to himself. "But after this battle, Yuan Tianyi has broken Wentian's confidence and momentum. Once his sword intent is shattered, the power of the Natal Sword Essence he cultivated so painstakingly will drop by a full tier."
This man stood within the mountain belly of the sixth ring island. Before him was a Vermilion Bird Mystic Altar formed by drawing upon the true fire of heaven and earth. Flames a hundred zhang high took the shape of the divine beast Vermilion Bird atop the altar. Their heat was no less than Samadhi True Fire, yet the man, seemingly wrapped in a faint layer of blue light, appeared utterly unafraid of the flames within the altar. Beside the altar stood forty-nine Kunlun disciples who cultivated fire-controlling arts. Divided into groups of seven, they constantly rotated shifts to control the altar's firepower. Within the altar, a long, snake-like cord continually rolled and surged, giving off wave after wave of heart-quailing magical fluctuations, as though some formidable magical treasure was being refined.
"If it were one against one, perhaps no one in Kunlun but Huang Wushen could defeat Yuan Tianyi. Huang Wushen has yet to act even now; he must be waiting for the right opportunity. I only wonder whether anyone else will emerge from seclusion." Just as the man in the pale yellow robe looked on coldly and thought this, waves of dragon roars rang out above Kunlun. "Roar—!"
"Oh, Luoxian has made her move." The man in pale yellow narrowed his eyes, where seven-colored radiance faintly showed. "The Six Yang Dragon Bracelet of Assimilation, Ice Soul Aurora Shield, Heavenly Mang Divine Needle, along with her twelve Sea-Calming Divine Pearls... Master truly is partial. Luoxian's cultivation is at most on par with Anantu's, but she possesses so many magical treasures that if I faced her head-on, I might not gain any advantage either."
Boundless Dragon Might!
This woman in purple palace attire was Luoxian Fairy, also one of the Ten Golden Immortals of Kunlun.
The two small golden bracelets on her snow-white wrists flew from her hands and swelled in the wind, transforming into two Five-Clawed Golden Dragons that clawed down at Yuan Tianyi from overhead.
At the same time, a crystalline white barrier enveloped several hundred li of sea around Yuan Tianyi. The sea surface, already heaving with towering waves beneath the fierce battle, suddenly gave off cracking sounds and froze into solid ice at an unimaginable speed. The ice continued spreading downward, as though it intended to freeze even the seabed. Threads of black radiance, as fine as imperceptible sunlight, also surrounded Yuan Tianyi and stabbed wildly at him. On closer inspection, that black radiance was merely a single slender needle. The countless threads attacking him from every direction were only afterimages created by its incredible speed.
These three magical treasures were the Six Yang Dragon Bracelet of Assimilation, Ice Soul Aurora Shield, and Heavenly Mang Divine Needle mentioned by the man in pale yellow.
The Six Yang Dragon Bracelet of Assimilation was forged from seabed black gold sand tempered with Six Yang True Fire. The reason it possessed power surpassing Earth Immortal grade magical treasures was, first, that Cloud Bloom Fine Gold had been added to inscribe an immensely powerful Primordial Unity Vajra formation, granting the treasure exceptional defensive strength. More importantly, the Kunlun Ancestor who refined it had, by a twist of fate, obtained the dragon souls of two genuine Five-Clawed Golden Dragons and fused them into it. Thus, when this treasure was wielded, its might was no less than that of two real Five-Clawed Golden Dragons.
The Heavenly Mang Golden Needle was a magical treasure cultivated from the hair of Yunlan Fairy of Kunlun's previous generation. Its speed was astonishing; it was minute and could slip through any opening. The Ice Soul Aurora Shield was forged primarily from thousand-year Arctic ice souls. It was an object of supreme cold in this world. If an ordinary cultivator were frozen by it, even their Primordial Spirit would likely be injured directly.
Not one of these three magical treasures was anything less than a supreme Kunlun treasure. Their power even surpassed General Luo's World-Destroying Mara Banner. Having finally acted from Kunlun's side, Luoxian held nothing back. With her cultivation, simultaneously activating these three treasures had already brought her close to her limit. She did not hope to wound Yuan Tianyi outright with them. As long as she could entangle him, Wentian's Natal Sword Essence would be what could truly threaten Yuan Tianyi.
"Luoxian, though your magical treasures are powerful, your cultivation is still insufficient."
Yet as that cold voice rang out, Luoxian saw Yuan Tianyi clash head-on with Wentian's peerless Sword Essence using a streak of golden light. Yuan Tianyi's body merely swayed slightly, while Wentian let out a muffled groan and flew backward. Before Luoxian could make any move, two faint points of golden starlight had already struck the two Five-Clawed Golden Dragons, whose bodies looked as if they had been cast from gold.
"Roar—!"
Countless streams of golden radiance burst from the two Five-Clawed Golden Dragons, as though two enormous golden cores had exploded in the sky.
"He was right. Though my magical treasures are powerful, my cultivation is insufficient." The two golden dragons in the sky had not been harmed, but Luoxian on the ground suffered a tremendous shock to her Primordial Spirit and spat out a mouthful of blood.
Magical treasures were all linked to the Primordial Spirit. The Six Yang Dragon Bracelet of Assimilation had withstood Yuan Tianyi's strike, but Luoxian's Primordial Spirit had been forcibly injured by the shock!
As Luoxian spat out blood, the purple veil over her face fluttered down.
Her beauty was beyond compare. Her icy skin and snowy flesh seemed ready to break at the lightest touch. Behind that veil was indeed a face so stunning it could topple kingdoms and cities, a beauty that made heaven and earth themselves seem to lose their color.
He was the first man to make her reveal that peerless face.
Luoxian slightly raised her head and rose into the air, gazing at Yuan Tianyi from afar.
Within those clear eyes, which seemed not to belong to the mortal world, there flashed something she would ordinarily never show. It seemed she wished to see Yuan Tianyi clearly, to remember him forever. Yet in the next instant, her eyes had returned to their usual chill, like bright moonlight.
"Senior Brother Jiuba!"
At that moment, Wentian, who had been sent flying backward after clashing with Yuan Tianyi, spoke in a voice that rang through the air like clashing gold and iron.
"Lustful Heavenly Realm Illusion!"
"Three Corpses Exterminating God Arrow!"
At that moment, all Yuan Tianyi saw were countless peerlessly beautiful heavenly maidens circling him, draped in thin gauze and striking every kind of seductive, provocative, and copulating pose, along with that blood-red beam shot from Kunlun Ring Island's seventh island.
"Yuan Tianyi..." At that very moment, Huang Wushen, who had stood unmoving and had never opened his eyes, suddenly opened them, then slowly closed them again.
Heaven and earth abruptly lost all color.
Luofu had always marched to its own beat. Those who had cultivated to Yuan Tianyi's realm invariably possessed hearts as firm as stone. Though the Lustful Heavenly Realm Illusion Luoxian had unleashed was comparable to the highest heavenly demon illusion witnessed during a cultivator's great tribulation, Yuan Tianyi was utterly unaffected. He was focusing all his attention on dealing with the Three Corpses Exterminating God Arrow unleashed by Jiuba, who had emerged from seclusion—an arrow whose power was no less than Yuan Tianyi's Empty Life Extinguishing Sea Glazed Art.
But at that moment, he suddenly felt all the magical power in his body stagnate, as though the heaven and earth around him had all vanished, leaving him with nothing to rely upon.
In the Extreme North, within a temple standing atop a Bitter Cold Peak like a mountain snow lotus, the old lama in a Red Buddhist Robe, half his body bare as he practiced austere meditation, suddenly froze completely. He had been adding yak butter to a Butter Lamp. As he stopped moving, white butter overflowed and dripped down drop by drop. "Master, what is wrong?" asked a young lama beside him, whose face was likewise dark purple-black and who had been chanting sutras with utmost devotion. The old lama slowly lowered his head. He did not answer the question, merely sighed softly. "Zanxinacuo, go find your Martial Uncle at once and have him open the Great Brahma Mandala Wall." "The Great Brahma Mandala Wall... Is our Chì Lè Sect facing an unprecedented great tribulation?"
The young lama with dark purple cheeks was stunned as well. He did not know whether there existed any art or magical treasure in this world capable of breaking through the Chì Lè Sect's Great Brahma Mandala Wall, but he knew that its mandala lotus throne required forty-eight Martial Uncles and Martial Uncles far more advanced than himself to activate. Once opened, it would remain so for sixty years. Outsiders could not enter, but those within could not leave either.
In that instant, the blood-red light entered through Yuan Tianyi's chest and emerged from his back. That single thread of light dyed the entire sky behind him crimson.
"Huang Wushen, in the end, you still did not dare fight me alone."
As that cold, proud voice spoke faintly, a point of golden starlight, like a grain of golden sand, slipped from his hand and vanished in a flash. The white hemp robe on his body suddenly turned to flying ash. "Coming naked, going naked, bound by nothing..." Yuan Tianyi stood naked in the void, yet no one in Kunlun harbored the slightest impure thought. As though softly chanting those words, he walked slowly through the empty air. His form gradually faded, like golden starlight slowly going out, until he vanished from the sight of everyone in Kunlun.
Within a cave on Kunlun's seventh island, Jiuba had been struck by that final point of golden starlight Yuan Tianyi released, blood flowing from all seven orifices. Yet he paid no heed to his Nascent Soul, which had suffered devastating damage and was already close to dispersing. He merely looked toward the place where Yuan Tianyi had disappeared and gave a faint bitter smile. "In the end, was he killed by me, or did he attain great enlightenment at the last moment, see through the void, and cease to belong to this mortal world?"
In the void, Luoxian and Wentian also stood motionless, staring at the place where Yuan Tianyi had vanished.
Over the sea for a thousand li, calm slowly returned, and heaven and earth gradually regained their original colors.
This earthshaking battle had finally come to an end.
Yet even Jiuba, whose cultivation among the Ten Golden Immortals of Kunlun was second only to Huang Wushen's, along with Luoxian and Wentian standing in the void, seemed unable to see through even Yuan Tianyi's final fate after this battle.
"Will someone like him appear before me again in the future?" Luoxian sighed softly in her heart.
"Senior Brother Sect Master, from this day onward, I will enter seclusion." After turning and speaking those words, the woman with a beauty that could topple kingdoms and cities, a face that seemed to make heaven and earth lose their color, vanished into her cold palace.
"Was I right, or was I wrong?" Huang Wushen, whose opened eyes had revealed world-shaking power and truly severed the connection between Yuan Tianyi and heaven and earth, held Yuan Tianyi's Reincarnation Moon Radiance Dharma Wheel lightly in his hand. On his face, his eyes tightly closed, it was impossible to tell whether his expression was sorrow or joy. "If I were myself, you and I would surely be friends rather than enemies. But I am not myself; I am also Kunlun." He stood within the boundless hidden palace in the mountain belly of Kunlun's ninth ring island, its forbidden ground, murmuring words no one else would ever hear.
Before him was a pool no more than several zhang wide. What flowed within it was actually glazed-colored fire, and amid those glazed-colored flames grew eighteen golden lotuses.
These were the golden lotuses said to be connected to Kunlun's spiritual veins, marking Kunlun's fortune and foundation. As Huang Wushen murmured softly, the petals of one golden lotus withered and turned gray. Yet among the other seventeen radiant golden lotuses, formed purely from Heaven and Earth Spiritual Energy, faint, bewitching red light seemed to flicker—too subtle for the naked eye to see.
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