Every Daoist sect had its own signature ultimate technique, from which all kinds of formidable skills were developed and refined. Red Dust, Do Not Ask was no exception. Usually, after a century—or even several centuries—of continuous refinement, and after countless generations of disciples had tested and used them, such signature techniques became flawless. Thus, the technique Crosswise Through the Mortal World suddenly surged forth with momentum as vast as a tsunami, spreading across heaven and earth with a thunderous roar!
Xiao Mengtong, Xijun, and the others all knew that once this terrifying sword technique was unleashed, not a blade of grass would survive nearby. If they were caught in the energy vortex of this Tenth-Rank Immortal, they would surely die without a burial place. Thus, they all began retreating, and Li Poxiao was no longer a fool either. He knew that once my energy was depleted, it would be much easier to take me back to Yuezhou, so he stood to the side and watched coldly, intending to wear me down first.
I drew out a talisman paper and closed my eyes. The incantation poured out like a string of pearls: "The myriad demons roam consciousness and cast thunderous curses; ten thousand severed heads follow my life. Should they defy the edict and oppose Taiyi, Heaven's might will rage and burn their forms! Heaven's Unity Dao! Reverse Sword, Shatter Form!"
The mortal world rolled and surged, crimson smoke billowing toward us like waves upon the sea. That sea of smoke and clouds lifted Cang Langzi into the heavens—and carried me up as well. It was as though we were drifting across a red sea. My heart trembled. This move truly displayed the might of a Tenth-Rank Immortal!
Cang Langzi rose into the clouds, seemingly ascending step by step, while I