How Could I Let Your Kindness Go to Waste?

Everyone knew that Immortal Techniques were divided into four grades: Heaven, Earth, Profound, and Yellow.

For an ordinary cultivator or demon, obtaining a single Yellow-grade Immortal Technique was already an immense stroke of fortune, equivalent to gaining the power of another Dao Painting.

As for Earth-grade Immortal Techniques, only the outstanding few in the myriad phenomena heaven realm were qualified to derive and wield them through their understanding of their own Dao Paintings.

Across the Nine Provinces, such an Immortal Technique was already enough to establish a sect, serving as its foundation and enduring legacy for ages to come.

The Azure Firmament Hermit claimed to have listened to the Dao beneath a True God's throne, so his standards were naturally lofty.

With a single glance, he sensed the threat of the surging lightning overhead.

In an instant.

The palm he had casually swung toward Long Zhi and Chen Zheng stopped forcibly in midair.

Then it abruptly turned over and thrust upward.

With that upward thrust.

The shadows of wind-swept pines swirling around his body suddenly came alive. Vast trees erupted from the ground, forming a sinister monstrous hand covered in clawed fingers.

Its five fingers swiftly closed, blocking out all the space above the hall.

Crack-boom!

Golden lightning poured down with brutal force.

The instant it struck, the sinister monstrous hand that blotted out the sky shattered inch by inch.

The savage thunder continued unabated, carrying the might of destruction as it struck straight down.

"How can a mere ninth-rank Sky Patrol Guard wield an Immortal Technique of this caliber?!"

The Azure Firmament Hermit's eyes brimmed with shock and suspicion, but he dared not take any chances. His figure abruptly blurred, vanishing into thin air.

The next second.

The thunder crashed into the ground.

A charred trench was blasted through