Enlightenment, Ziwei the Face-Slapper

Mosquito Daoist split open, looking at the newcomer with a look of surprise and doubt. The newcomer was dressed in a purple Daoist robe, with a handsome face and boundless noble air.

It is Ziwei.

At this moment, Ziwei looked solemn, her body trembling slightly. Despite the immense pressure, she still walked up step by step with firm steps.

"This..."

The Mosquito Daoist caught in its throat, realizing that the cheers earlier were for Ziwei.

They thought they were the only ones who stood out and had impressed the onlookers.

However, despite the huge gap in cultivation level, Ziwei managed to catch up with him, a master of Primordial Taiji.

There is a vast difference in their cultivation levels. Although Ziwei has already Primordial Origin the Great Luo, the gap between him and Hunyuan Primordial Taiji chasm.

The cheers from the onlookers were for this underdog who triumphed over the stronger opponent!

Mosquito Daoist was a little embarrassed. He had been so engrossed in his transformation that he hadn't even noticed someone approaching.

"Hmph... You were lucky to catch up, but I won't give you any more chances."

Mosquito Daoist calmed down. Although Ziwei was the Dao Venerable's disciple, the gap between them was still significant.

Just because someone is a disciple of the Dao Venerable doesn't mean they can disregard reason and break conventions.

"Out of respect for the Dao Venerable, I won't let you lose so humiliatingly, but I'm determined to get the reward."

"Your master is the Dao Venerable, you'll definitely reap the benefits, why bother competing with me for this opportunity?"

Mosquito Daoist thought to himself, seeing that Ziwei was only one step away from him, within a hundred feet.

He decided to wait and see; perhaps this kid couldn't even cross a hundred feet.

If Ziwei can't even get a hundred feet inside, then he's not worthy of being his opponent.

At this moment, Ziwei kept his eyes straight ahead, taking one step at a time, feeling immense pressure that seemed to almost crush the island.

The Myriad Dao Tree exuded immense pressure, and the laws of the Great Dao swept through like a whirlwind, blowing away any creature with weak cultivation before it could even get close.

Ziwei's expression was resolute. He paused a hundred feet away, adjusted himself, and then slowly stepped inside.

"Om-long..."

Penglai Immortal Island trembled violently, or more accurately, the Primordial Myriad Dao Tree shook, with countless leaves waving and forming waves of the Great Dao that rippled outwards.

In Ziwei's eyes, all sorts of illusions appeared, all of which were incredibly terrifying evolutions of the Great Dao Laws, frantically impacting his Dao Heart.

It's like the ideas of a new era are impacting, colliding with, and rubbing against the ideas of the old era.

Ziwei's gaze shifted, sometimes filled with horror, sometimes with confusion, sometimes with a blank stare, as various Daoist techniques assaulted his Daoist heart.

"Heh, you can't hold on any longer... But with your cultivation level, being able to get this far and catch up with me is something to be proud of."

A smile appeared on Mosquito Daoist's face. Looking at the others, who were still working hard a thousand feet away, he was no match for them at all.

"Fine, let me see where my limits are."

Mosquito Daoist decided not to look any further, and with heavy steps, he walked towards the Primordial Myriad Dao Tree.

Just then, Ziwei in the distance suddenly moved, falling into a strange state, as if sleepwalking, walking forward like a zombie.

Mosquito Daoist was alarmed and could no longer laugh. He stopped looking and walked forward under immense pressure.

"Very well, having a formidable opponent adds some fun, why not?"

With that thought in mind, he moved forward step by step.

Ninety zhang...

Eighty feet...

Fifty feet...

The oppressive force intensified once more, and numerous terrifying "calamities" appeared, affecting people's spirits and Dao hearts.

Mosquito Daoist's face was ashen; the terrifying ordeal had nearly suffocated him, and his body was making constant crackling sounds—the sounds of his flesh and bones vibrating.

Under this immense pressure, it was on the verge of collapse and disintegration.

"Terrifying! Terrifying! Is it possible that even with my abilities, I am unable to get close to this broken tree?"

Mosquito Daoist was alarmed and began to doubt his own existence. His previous pride was gradually eroded, and he could no longer get an erection.

This is outrageous. I never imagined that there could be such a powerful tree in the world.

He's so powerful, how come I can't even get close enough to touch him?

Mosquito Daoist was starting to have second thoughts. He felt that it was about time. His goal was to get the reward anyway, and first place was enough. Going any further would be meaningless.

"Hmm... no!"

Mosquito Daoist suddenly turned around and was startled. Ziwei was sixty feet away, still moving forward and not retreating.

"This kid..."

"How is that possible!"

"Why was he still able to get close?"

Mosquito Daoist was shocked and couldn't accept it at all; he simply couldn't understand it.

Ziwei was a whole realm apart from him, yet he was still able to keep up.

What does this mean?

Is the other person a genius?

Or should I say I'm... useless?

"You brat! You've angered me!" Mosquito Daoist was enraged, his anger rising.

Ziwei's actions undoubtedly ignited his fighting spirit and challenged his dignity.

Mosquito Daoist decided to get serious and go all out.

Immediately, the enraged Mosquito Daoist broke through fifty feet.

After fifty zhang, the pressure increased again, and all sorts of terrifying calamities struck.

Despite the immense pressure, Mosquito Daoist gritted his teeth and moved forward step by step.

He wanted to completely crush Ziwei, to the point where they could never catch up with him again.

Mosquito Daoist even wanted to walk up to the Primordial Myriad Dao Tree and touch its trunk with his own hands.

Before long, Ziwei also reached the fifty-zhang mark. At this moment, he was expressionless, and his body exuded a strange Daoist aura.

It is neither intense nor violent, but very peaceful, and invisibly it evolves into profound and unfathomable mysteries.

He didn't stop at the fifty-zhang mark, but took a single step across, unleashing a terrifying aura that caused Ziwei to cough up blood.

But he steadied himself, raised his hand to wipe his mouth, and continued walking forward without flinching.

Upon witnessing this scene, Mosquito Daoist's expression changed drastically; he had already crossed a distance of thirty feet.

They survived for twenty zhang.

Finally, he stopped at a distance of ten zhang. Previous experience told Mosquito Daoist that a distance of ten zhang would probably be terrifying.

Should we go or not?

After hesitating for a moment, he slowly lifted his foot and stepped out.

"Boom..."

An invisible pressure surged forth like a tidal wave, a furious storm that swept across the land, relentlessly assaulting all.

Mosquito Daoist's body trembled, and he could no longer hold on, so he retreated.

He was still shaken, his eyes filled with deep terror.

That's too dangerous!

A forced attack would likely be extremely dangerous.

At this moment, Ziwei caught up with great difficulty and reached the same level as Mosquito Daoist.

Without hesitation or even pausing, he took a step forward.

"Fool, you're courting death! You think you can get past me?" Mosquito Daoist sneered. Even he couldn't step within ten zhang, let alone Ziwei.

But the next moment, he froze, a look of utter disbelief spreading across his face.

Ziwei simply stepped across, effortlessly and smoothly.

Standing before the Ling Xiao Palace, Ling Xiao smiled with satisfaction.