East Mausoleum Dao Field

"Immortal Venerable, my father is cultivating on that mountain peak." Wang Hui pointed toward a distant peak.

Fang Xuan had noticed that peak long ago. It stood straight as a sword, smooth all over, with a small thatched hut built atop it. Inside sat an aged man. The setting was exceedingly simple, yet with every slight breath he took, boundless Immortal Realm Essence descended and was refined into pure yang energy.

The moment Fang Xuan arrived, the old man suddenly opened his eyes and looked at him. "Which fellow Daoist has graced my humble dwelling? It truly brightens this poor place. Hmm? Wang Hui, your cultivation..."

"Father, this senior is Immortal Venerable Fang Xuan of the Profound Yellow Great World. He raised my cultivation to the World King Realm and has shown me the grace of rebirth." Wang Hui spoke respectfully.

"What? He helped you raise your realm? How is that possible? Even great Heavenly Immortals cannot accomplish such a thing!" The old man rose to his feet, his eyes filled with uncertainty.

"If Heavenly Immortals cannot do it, does that mean I cannot either?" Fang Xuan said calmly. He suddenly spread his hand, and with a mournful roar, an enormous vortex appeared in his palm. The old man immediately lost his footing and was actually sucked toward Fang Xuan!

"Ah! Supreme Nine Pure Immortal Qi!"

The old man's expression changed drastically. With a shake of his body, nine streams of immortal light appeared behind him, resisting the suction force as they launched a counterattack.

But Fang Xuan flicked a finger, and a planet-like divine thunder suddenly exploded, shattering the nine streams of immortal light.

This was a Da Xianshu, yet Fang Xuan had destroyed it with a mere flick of his finger, showing that the two were not on