Pile Up the Heads

In the midst of that roar, Mu Qingyun's aura surged once more!

In that instant, it was as if he had been lifted clear of the dust of the mortal world, finally breaking through the shackle that had tormented him for years.

He felt the opportunity to break through.

In that instant, even the wind blowing through the valley came to a stop.

Everyone raised their heads and silently watched the First Elder by the lake. Even Hu Keke, outside the manor, did the same.

A beam of light welled up from Mu Qingyun and gradually spread in every direction.

The crowd looked up. A ray of light descended from the gloomy sky, shining down upon the First Elder's head.

It was as if a heavenly gate had opened in the sky.

Only cultivators at the Void Refinement realm could see that gate. Though it was not yet enough to let Mu Qingyun ascend,

the gate before him had tormented him for decades.

A beam of golden light poured down. Mu Qingyun's body grew illusory, almost transparent.

In Hu Keke's eyes, the next moment would see the Great Elder of the Green Robe Tower step into the void.

But the three words Wang Xian had written in the void spread faster than that beam of golden light.

As long as he refused to let Mu Qingyun step through that gate, Mu Qingyun would never cross it.

The crowd cried out in alarm.

Not because the First Elder was about to step through that legendary gate, break through, and undergo tribulation... though dark clouds were already slowly gathering on the horizon.

The muffled rumble of tribulation lightning sounded in the sky.

It was because the young man at the mountain gate had already swung his blade.

"Clang..."

The Deer-Slaying Blade gave