Qingqiu.
The fox clan's forbidden grounds.
The mountain wind howled, bending the tall grass low.
One nine-tailed fox after another slept deeply, their snow-white fur stirring like mottled drifts of snow.
Beneath the cliffside ruins, Yan Xu's massive body sat like a mountain. Beside him stood Yan, delicate and graceful, her sleeves gathered, her robes fluttering.
In midair, Pei Ling stood on nothing, with "Ling Yi" and his clone, Mo Lilan, flanking him.
As the two sides faced off across the air, Yan Xu's gaze flashed like lightning. He stared at Pei Ling and asked in a low voice, "Human, do you wish to become an immortal?"
As he spoke, Yan Xu's aura seemed to go from stillness to a boil in an instant.
An overwhelming power slowly rose.
An aura that filled all living beings with terror shot straight into the clouds, filling heaven and earth.
Pei Ling's expression instantly turned grave. Before he could answer, "Ling Yi" beside him gave a disdainful snort. "A mere Illusion Realm. The so-called Myriad Worlds and all living things are nothing but delusions!"
"Immortal Emperor Pei has always been an Immortal Emperor."
"He merely sent his soul down to the mortal world to temper his Dao Heart. This body, undergoing trials in this Illusion Realm, just happens to have a low cultivation base."
"What is there to desire about an ethereal immortal in an Illusion Realm?"
Yan Xu paid "Ling Yi" no mind. His eyes remained fixed on Pei Ling.
Pei Ling's expression was calm. At his side, his clone, Mo Lilan, immediately raised her head, her gaze sharp as a sword as she coldly locked onto Yan.
Should Yan Xu so much as make a move, she would unleash a thunderous strike against his daughter!
Pei Ling met Yan Xu's gaze