"Brother, you'd better not provoke them. Those fellows are all Core Formation Stage seniors. Offending them won't end well for you."
Seeing Luo Chuan act like a fearless young calf, the Foundation Establishment Realm cultivator beside him immediately warned him, afraid that one careless remark would get him killed on the spot.
With one hand behind his back, Luo Chuan remained calm and said, "Cultivators have their own rules. If the Cultivation Alliance learns that you slaughtered mortals without permission, it will surely wipe you out here."
The middle-aged cultivator rolled up his sleeves and strode over to Luo Chuan, sneering. "You seem to know quite a bit. Kneel and apologize now, and you might still get away with it. Otherwise, this old man has a hundred ways to make you wish you were dead and unable to die!"
Several other Core Formation Stage cultivators came over as well, watching Luo Chuan with amused interest, as though they were hoping to find some entertainment at his expense.
Luo Chuan gripped the Jade Flute and swept it forward. In an instant, a vast surge of energy spread outward in every direction like raging waves. Wherever it passed, the empty space on both sides shattered.
The cultivator closest to him had no time to react. He instantly turned into a cloud of dust and vanished from the spot.
At the sight of this, every cultivator present paled in shock. The several Core Formation Stage cultivators in particular dropped to their knees and repeatedly kowtowed toward Luo Chuan, begging forgiveness.
"Spirit, Spirit Severing Realm!"
"Senior, please spare us!"
"Senior, it was all that man's idea! We don't know anything!"
Holding the Jade Flute, Luo Chuan strode over and kicked the cultivator in front of him to the ground. Then he took out several high-grade spirit stones and placed them in the grooves of the teleportation array.
Luo Chuan glanced sideways at the cultivators kneeling on the ground and said impassively, "I'll seal your spiritual power for half an hour. Whether the others let you go is up to you."
Before the several men could say a word, Luo Chuan vanished from the spot using the teleportation array, leaving behind the cultivators who now eyed them hungrily and strode over, rubbing their fists.
"Weren't you just so arrogant? Today, I want to see what it feels like to beat up Core Formation Stage seniors!"
"Beat them to a pulp!"
Huofen Kingdom, War God Hall.
One of the few top-tier sects in the Huofen Kingdom, the War God Hall was unquestionably the most powerful force in the land, far surpassing the other sects. Even its Nascent Soul Realm cultivators were much stronger than those of other sects.
It was said that the War God Hall's Progenitor had reached the Spirit Severing Realm, but ultimately died in despair after failing to break through. The Divine Dao Technique he left behind, however, was a useful treasure.
In the original story, the Divine Dao Technique was the War God Hall's supreme cultivation secret art, regarded as the sect's most prized treasure.
The Divine Dao Technique had been discovered by Gong Mo, the War God Hall's founder. Later, the Tiangang Kingdom, a Level 4 Cultivation Country, took away the original version.
Chen Chong, a War God Hall disciple, had relied on his extraordinary memory to reproduce the Divine Dao Technique. But after carving only one-tenth of it, his lifespan ran out and he died. From then on, the version kept by the War God Hall was the incomplete copy Chen Chong had left behind.
The Divine Dao Technique was also extremely mysterious. Anyone who read it could only comprehend its meaning, never express it in words. Whenever someone tried to explain it or make a rubbing, an invisible force would stop them.
Different people gained different insights from studying the Divine Dao Technique.
Its main purpose was to create a clone that could cultivate just like the original body.
Once the clone reached the late stage of the Golden Core Realm and the original body reached the same level, the two could merge when forming a Nascent Soul, greatly increasing the chances of success.
In the original story, Wang Lin possessed Extreme Realm Divine Sense, which made advancing to the Nascent Soul Realm exceptionally difficult. The Divine Dao Technique gave him a chance to break through.
He first dispersed his original body's cultivation and extracted his Extreme Realm, embarking on the path of the Ancient Gods. He then focused on cultivating his clone, using the time flow in the Heaven Defying Space to solve the problem of his limited lifespan, and eventually successfully broke through to the Nascent Soul Realm.
Thus, the Divine Dao Technique was also quite important to cultivators who wanted to create clones.
"According to the message from the Cultivation Alliance's envoy, the disciples of our Huofen Kingdom should emerge here."
Many powerful cultivators from the War God Hall had gathered there, including the War God Hall's Progenitors, Yang Sen and Zhou Jin.
"I hear that this time, cultivators from other Cultivation Countries will emerge here as well as disciples from our Huofen Kingdom."
A light, lilting voice sounded in the distance. In the fiery red clouds, a stunning woman in gorgeous robes appeared out of thin air.
The woman wore a sky-blue palace gown, its hem layered with overlapping triangular jade-green ornaments. A wrap skirt was tied around her waist, with many long ribbons flowing from beneath it.
On the young woman, the gown brought out an air of lightness and elegance.
Her beauty was breathtaking. Without a trace of makeup, her complexion was like dawn's rosy glow reflected on snow, her skin smooth as jade and her face as lovely as a flower.
She was Feng Luan, one of the War God Hall's Progenitors and a mid-stage Nascent Soul Realm cultivator!
Seeing the still-alluring Progenitor Feng Luan, the War God Hall disciples present all clasped their hands and bowed. "Greetings, Progenitor Feng Luan."
Feng Luan nodded slightly, then landed steadily on the ground. She looked at Yang Sen as he walked over, her face carrying a hint of indifference.
Yang Sen rubbed his nose, looking a little embarrassed. "Luan'er, I didn't expect danger to arise in the Outer Realm Battlefield. But with Zihong's abilities, she should be fine."
Feng Luan turned away without acknowledging Yang Sen, her tone as cold as ever. "If anything happens to Zihong, don't blame me for showing you no mercy!"
Yang Sen took a deep breath and was just about to speak when he sensed an intensely scorching wave of energy coming from the sky.
He wasn't the only one who sensed it. The other Nascent Soul Realm cultivators noticed the unusual energy as well. Without hesitation, they flew into the air and fixed their gazes on the figure slowly approaching.
The person wore a white robe and sat atop a Blood-Colored Qilin, holding a Jade Flute in his hand. He had quite the air of an immortal.
"Looks like I arrived just in time. The passage to the Outer Realm Battlefield hasn't opened yet."
Yang Sen flew over and stared solemnly at Luo Chuan. He clasped his hands and said, "Fellow Daoist, only cultivators from our Huofen Kingdom may set foot here. Why have you trespassed into our kingdom's forbidden territory?"
Luo Chuan glanced at Yang Sen, then looked toward the War God Hall cultivators and uttered a single word: "Get lost!"
The simple command erupted into a roaring torrent that swept fiercely outward. The air around them rippled as the wave crashed through it, surging outward in violent rings.
It also unleashed countless echoes that exploded repeatedly beside the cultivators' ears, each wave crashing over the next.
After the sound wave passed, every cultivator present had collapsed to their knees. Some were even bleeding from the nose and mouth, unable to speak.
"This is... a Spirit Severing Realm expert!"