Anyone who cultivated to the Mahayana Realm had already reached the pinnacle of this world. Their influence over a sect was extraordinary. Even the Jade Clarity Immortal Palace, where Xiang Qingcheng was, and the Wind and Snow Sacred Sect, where Dongfang Yi was, both had Mahayana experts guarding them, yet neither would ever want to offend old monsters like Ye Qianxun or the Heaven-Connecting Devil Lord.
Once Mahayana experts fought, the slightest misstep could destroy the foundations of an entire sect. This was something sects with long legacies, like the Jade Clarity Immortal Palace and the Wind and Snow Sacred Sect, would never want to see.
Back then, when the Danzhu Buddhist Sect fought the Heaven-Connecting Devil Lord, the Mahayana expert Shi Qinglei Buddha had also met his end in meditation, while his mount, the demonic azure oriole, had fallen into eternal slumber in the Nether Demon Corpse Grounds. For a time, the inheritance Shi Qinglei Buddha had passed down was severed. The loss had been devastating.
Dongfang Yi's departure now was an unavoidable choice for both sides. Even after cultivating to their level, they were among the most powerful beings in this world, second only to those in the Mahayana Realm, yet they still could not escape the constraints upon them.
Ji Yuanzhu struck down with one palm. Lu Xiaotian neither dodged nor retreated, answering with a palm of his own. This time, he used both his mana and blood-qi, and unlike last time, he was only knocked back a few zhang.
"What an impressive dual cultivation of body and magic!" Ji Yuanzhu looked surprised, but that surprise soon turned strange. The dissipating palm shadow did not vanish; instead, it formed the phantom of a massive azure cauldron that descended from the sky.
Lu Xiaotian tried to retreat, but