The Might of Foundation Establishment (Happy New Year)

It was precisely because of this seal that Chengsan Real Person had taken Chengsan as his dharma name.

This was the famous Magic Artifact he had refined for many years!

The Azure Mountain Seal flew from Chengsan Real Person's hand, spun in midair, and swiftly grew enormous.

From a miniature mountain that could be held in one hand, it transformed into a massive boulder several zhang wide!

With such a gigantic stone seal, even a casual smash would carry unimaginable power.

Now that it had been unleashed by a Foundation Establishment Real Person and empowered by Foundation Establishment realm spiritual power, its might went without saying.

Before the Azure Mountain Seal had even fallen.

He Song saw a group of black-clad cultivators fleeing for their lives from the outskirts of the Immortal Market, rushing madly beyond its borders.

These cultivators fleeing for their lives were the evil cultivators who had previously battled the Enforcement Squad.

Perhaps their information had been inaccurate.

Or perhaps they had simply been too greedy.

After wreaking havoc in the Immortal Market for so many days, these evil cultivators had actually still dared to remain here.

Yet when He Song counted their numbers, he frowned slightly.

There were too few of these black-clad cultivators—only a dozen or so.

A dozen people should not have posed such an enormous threat to the Immortal Market's Enforcement Squad.

Though doubt filled his heart.

He Song's expression remained unchanged. Without even blinking, he stared fixedly at the Azure Mountain Seal in midair.

This was his first time seeing a Foundation Establishment Real Person take action.

Before this, since he had never left Bamboo Mountain Immortal Market, he had not even witnessed a Qi Refining Late Stage cultivator going all out.

Now that he had the chance, he naturally had to broaden his horizons.

Under the watchful eyes of groups of cultivators like He Song throughout the Immortal Market.

The Azure Mountain Seal, which had been hovering in midair, began to move.

It was nothing like the cumbersome thing He Song had imagined.

The incomparably massive Azure Mountain Seal flashed like lightning. Driven by Chengsan Real Person's spiritual power, it crashed toward the black-clad cultivators like a meteor.

The black-clad cultivators were alert as well. Seeing the Azure Mountain Seal descend upon them, they immediately scattered like birds and beasts, fleeing in every direction.

He Song looked closely and discovered that they were even escaping in completely different directions.

Aside from no one running deeper into the Immortal Market, a fleeing cultivator appeared in nearly every direction.

It seemed every one of these cultivators was an expert at fleeing for their lives; they all knew to scatter and run.

Rumble!

With an enormous crash.

The massive boulder formed by the Azure Mountain Seal slammed fiercely into the ground, smashing a huge crater into the once-solid earth.

Carried onward by inertia, the enormous boulder continued forward, plowing a deep trench through the ground.

Yet though the scene before them looked devastating.

It was all thunder and no rain.

That powerful strike which plowed a deep ravine into the earth.

Did not so much as touch a single hair on those Rogue Cultivators.

For a moment, the Immortal Market cultivators watching the scene were stunned.

Even He Song could not help but look at Chengsan Real Person with a trace of astonishment.

A Foundation Establishment Real Person?

That was it?

He could even miss when throwing a Magic Artifact at someone?

Where was his divine sense?

Yet just as such thoughts rose in He Song's mind, a fleeting glance from the corner of his eye revealed that something was wrong.

A golden thread, so faint it was nearly invisible to the naked eye, had already linked every black-clad cultivator currently fleeing.

If He Song had not noticed the difference between that golden thread and its surroundings out of the corner of his eye, he would likely have overlooked the nearly invisible thread entirely.

Shifting his gaze away from Chengsan Real Person, He Song moved his eyes and quickly confirmed that he had not been mistaken.

And at that very moment.

Chengsan Real Person gave a cold snort. With a slight movement of his finger, the golden thread vanished into his hand.

Immediately after.

The black-clad cultivators who had been fleeing in all directions were instantly severed at the neck, collapsing to the ground as rolling bloody gourds.

They did not even let out a single scream before falling dead.

In the blink of an eye, more than a dozen cultivators had been beheaded, their bodies broken apart.

Among these black-clad cultivators.

Some were in the Qi Refining Late Stage, while others were in the Qi Refining Middle Stage.

To He Song and the cultivators living on the outskirts of the Immortal Market.

These people had high cultivation and great strength.

If they faced them head-on, they would have no chance to resist.

They could only pray that the other party did not set their sights on them.

But before a Foundation Establishment Real Person, these cultivators, who had once run rampant on the outskirts of the Immortal Market, were now like ants, casually slaughtered by Chengsan Real Person.

Chengsan Real Person had merely acted at will, and these cultivators had all become chunks of corpses scattered across the ground.

For a time.

The entire Immortal Market was so silent that a needle could have been heard dropping.

Everyone had been cowed by Chengsan Real Person's display.

With a casual wave, he had slain more than a dozen evil cultivators, fully revealing the strength of the Foundation Establishment realm.

As his gaze swept over the bloody chunks of corpses outside the Immortal Market, He Song felt his scalp go numb.

This... was the Foundation Establishment realm?

What terrifying prestige!

What imposing grandeur!

What overwhelming strength!

However, after killing those dozen or so evil cultivators, Chengsan Real Person looked into the distance and snorted coldly.

"Count yourselves lucky you ran fast!" After saying this, Chengsan Real Person looked toward the inside of the Immortal Market, displeasure on his face.

"What are you standing around for? Hurry up and rebuild the Immortal Market!" Leaving those words behind, Chengsan Real Person casually waved his hand, and more than a dozen Storage Pouches flew up from the ground and landed in his grasp.

At the same time, a yellowish-brown streak of escaping light shot directly into the exquisite small courtyard at the very center of the Immortal Market.

Only a quarter of an hour after Chengsan Real Person's figure had completely vanished.

Did the deathly silent Bamboo Mountain Immortal Market slowly come back to life.

After several days of devastation by the evil cultivators, the outskirts of Bamboo Mountain Immortal Market had been almost completely destroyed.

Most of the houses on the outskirts that had been rented out were in ruins. Only some unoccupied rooms still retained their original appearance.

However, now that Chengsan Real Person had returned, the safety of Bamboo Mountain Immortal Market instantly soared countless times over.

The Enforcement Squad, which had originally borne the brunt of everything, no longer carried its previous tension.

Even He Song now dared to leave with Wei Fan and take a look outside.

It was very safe outside.

When He Song followed Wei Fan out, both men had a flash of joy in their eyes at having survived the disaster.

But when their gazes fell upon the ruined houses on the outskirts of the Immortal Market, sorrow suddenly welled up in both of them.

"Alas, I wonder how many of my friends survived this calamity." Walking side by side with He Song, Wei Fan swept his gaze over the devastated surroundings and sighed.

Though he had not warned those friends in advance to leave the Immortal Market and seek refuge.

Though he had not chosen to shelter them.

Though he had done nothing at all for those friends.

He did not lack sighs of regret.

Ordinary friends were not close friends like He Song and Meng Guan. If they died, it was not worth grieving over; if they lived, there was no guarantee of any benefit.

In this cruel world of cultivation, only the living had value.

At the same time, indifference toward the lives of others had almost become the most basic common sense among cultivators.

The author wishes everyone a Happy New Year.