The Still Charming Ancestor of the War God Hall, Feng Luan

"Brother, you'd better not provoke them. Those guys are all Core Formation Stage seniors; there's no good fruit to be plucked from offending them."

Seeing Luo Chuan acting like a newborn calf unafraid of a tiger, the Foundation Establishment cultivator beside him immediately warned him, terrified that a single sentence might lead to him being wiped out on the spot.

Luo Chuan kept one hand behind his back, his expression remaining as calm as ever. "Cultivators have their own rules. If the Cultivation Alliance finds out you are slaughtering mortals at will, they will surely wipe you all out right here."

The middle-aged cultivator rolled up his sleeves, stepped up to Luo Chuan, and sneered, "It looks like you know quite a bit. It's still not too late to kneel and kowtow in apology; otherwise, this old man has a hundred ways to make you wish you were dead!"

The other Core Formation Stage cultivators walked over as well, watching Luo Chuan with great interest, as if looking for some amusement at his expense.

Luo Chuan gripped his jade flute and swung it forward. In an instant, a massive surge of energy spread outward like a raging tide, shattering the void on both sides as it passed.

The cultivator closest to him didn't even have time to react before his entire body turned into a cloud of dust, vanishing into thin air.

Seeing this, all the cultivators in the area were struck with terror, especially the Core Formation Stage cultivators, who immediately dropped to their knees and began kowtowing to Luo Chuan, begging for mercy.

"S-Spirit Transformation Stage!"

"Senior, Senior, please spare us!"

"Senior, it was all that man's idea! We didn't know anything!"

Luo Chuan, still holding the jade flute, walked over and kicked the cultivator in front of him to the ground before taking out several high-grade spirit stones and inserting them into the slots of the teleportation array.

Luo Chuan glanced sideways at the kneeling cultivators and said indifferently, "This Seat shall seal your spiritual power for half an hour. As for whether the others spare you, that depends on yourselves."

Before they could even speak, Luo Chuan used the teleportation array and vanished, leaving behind only the other cultivators, who approached with hungry eyes and clenched fists.

"Weren't you being so arrogant just now? Today, I want to see what it feels like to beat up Core Formation Stage seniors!"

"Beat them to death!"

Huofen Kingdom, War God Hall.

As one of the few top-tier sects in the Huofen Kingdom, the War God Hall was undoubtedly the strongest force, far surpassing other sects, with even its Nascent Soul Realm cultivators being significantly stronger than those elsewhere.

It was said that the founder of the War God Hall had reached the Spirit Transformation Stage, yet he had died in despair because he could not break through his cultivation bottleneck. However, the Divine Dao Technique he left behind was a rather useful treasure.

In the original story, the Divine Dao Technique was the supreme cultivation secret of the War God Hall, regarded as the sect's heirloom.

The Divine Dao Technique was discovered by Gong Mo, the founder of the War God Hall, and the original version was later taken away by the Tiangang Kingdom, a fourth-grade cultivation nation.

Chen Chong, a disciple of the War God Hall, used his extraordinary memory to imitate and transcribe the Divine Dao Technique, but he died of old age just after finishing ten percent of it. Since then, the version held by the War God Hall has been the incomplete manuscript left by Chen Chong.

Furthermore, the Divine Dao Technique was extremely bizarre; anyone who viewed it could only comprehend it, unable to express it in words. Anyone who attempted to speak of it or transcribe it would be blocked by an invisible force.

Different people would also arrive at different realizations when viewing the Divine Dao Technique.

The primary function of the Divine Dao Technique was to condense a clone, allowing the clone to cultivate just like the original body.

When the clone reached the late Core Formation Stage and the original body reached the same level, one could merge the two during the condensation of the Nascent Soul, greatly increasing the success rate of the breakthrough.

In the original story, Wang Lin had extreme difficulty advancing to the Nascent Soul Realm due to his Extreme Realm divine sense, and the Divine Dao Technique provided him with a path to breakthrough.

He first dissipated his original cultivation, extracted his Extreme Realm, embarked on the path of the Ancient God, and then focused on cultivating his clone, using the time dilation of the Heaven Defying Space to resolve his lack of lifespan, eventually succeeding in breaking through to the Nascent Soul Realm.

Therefore, the Divine Dao Technique was a rather important item for any cultivator wishing to create a clone.

"According to the notice from the Cultivation Alliance envoy, the disciples of our Huofen Kingdom should appear here."

Many powerhouses from the War God Hall appeared at the site, including the founders of the War God Hall, Yang Sen and Zhou Jin.

"It is said that not only will our Huofen Kingdom disciples appear this time, but cultivators from other cultivation nations will also emerge from here."

As a light voice rang out from afar, a stunningly beautiful woman in gorgeous robes appeared out of thin air amidst the fiery red mist.

The woman wore a sky-blue palace dress with layers of triangular jade-adorned fabric at the hem, a sash tied around her waist, and long ribbons trailing from beneath it.

Dressed in this palace attire, the young woman exuded an agile and ethereal temperament.

Her appearance was breathtaking; without a trace of makeup, her complexion was like morning clouds reflecting snow, truly as white as congealed fat, with a face like a flower.

This person was none other than Feng Luan, one of the mid-stage Nascent Soul Realm founders of the War God Hall!

Seeing the still-charming founder Feng Luan, the War God Hall disciples in the area bowed in unison, "Greetings, Founder Feng Luan."

Feng Luan nodded slightly, then landed steadily on the ground, looking at Yang Sen as he walked over with a look of indifference on her face.

Yang Sen rubbed his nose, looking somewhat embarrassed. "Luan'er, I didn't expect danger to occur in the Outer Realm Battlefield, but with Zihong's strength, there shouldn't be any problems."

Feng Luan turned away, ignoring Yang Sen, her tone remaining cold. "If anything happens to Zihong, don't blame me for being unkind to you!"

Yang Sen took a deep breath of hot air and was just about to speak when he felt an extremely scorching energy fluctuation coming from the sky.

It wasn't just him; the other Nascent Soul Realm cultivators also sensed this peculiar energy, and without a second thought, they flew into the air, their gazes fixed on the figure slowly flying toward them.

The man wore a white robe, sat atop a blood-colored qilin, and held a jade flute, looking quite like an immortal.

"It seems this Seat has arrived at just the right time; the passage to the Outer Realm Battlefield has not yet opened."

Yang Sen flew over, staring at Luo Chuan with a solemn expression, and cupped his hands. "Fellow Daoist, this place is a restricted area that only cultivators of our Huofen Kingdom may tread. Why have you trespassed into our territory?"

Luo Chuan glanced at Yang Sen, then looked at the War God Hall cultivators, and uttered a single word: "Scram!"

The simple word "scram" transformed into a roaring giant wave as it left his lips, spreading violently. The surrounding air immediately rippled under the impact of the wave, sending out circles of intense shockwaves.

Beyond that, it triggered countless echoes that exploded continuously in the ears of those cultivators, crashing down in layers.

When the sound wave subsided, all the cultivators in the area had collapsed to their knees, some even bleeding from their noses and mouths, unable to speak a word.

"This is... a Spirit Transformation Stage powerhouse!"