The New Path

The Rakshasa Islands were calm and peaceful.

Clearly, more than a hundred million cultivators had gathered here, yet at this moment, apart from the surging waves, there was not a sound.

In the sky, Yu Tianyuan stared blankly beneath himself.

Three pairs of wings were falling, burning as they descended.

They represented the three lives of this Saint Feather Clan cultivator in the Dao Integration Realm.

Yu Tianyuan was the youngest Dao Integration Realm cultivator in the entire Chaos Sea. Compared with those seniors who had attained the Dao many years ago, he was far inferior in both combat strength and cultivation.

Yet not one of those Dao Integration Realm seniors dared to underestimate this junior of the Sacred Feather Clan.

Because with the support of the Sacred Feather Clan's innate divine ability, Yu Tianyuan's ten pairs of wings could withstand death ten times in total.

Even though he had already used up three chances before reaching the Dao Integration Realm, he still had seven chances left.

With seven lives, no matter how weak his combat strength was, he could still trade his life for that of another cultivator in the same realm.

But just moments ago, Shen Lin had swung his saber and cut off three of his lives in one stroke.

Yu Tianyuan had not even managed to react, let alone understand what had happened.

It was not only him. Everyone present was staring blankly at Shen Lin.

Their eyes were filled with shock, confusion, and fear...

"What did he just... do?"

Sword Venerable had even stopped his own breakthrough at this moment, instinctively looking toward the Demon Venerable beside him.

The Demon Venerable's eyes were solemn. He drew a deep breath, as if he had seen through something.

As the cultivator with the richest combat experience among