A wild goose leaves its cry, Ying Wuyuan (two chapters in one, please subscribe!)

Beside the Illusory Marsh.

The aura of the Body-as-Formation Technique around Liu Dongqing grew ever stronger, so pronounced now that even cultivators unfamiliar with the Path of Feng Shui and Geomancy could clearly sense it.

It was as though he had clad himself in thick armor.

The sight left people bewildered.

Why had the Mystic Yang Old Devil, whose demonic might had once blazed so fiercely, become so protective of his life?

Could it be that, somewhere beyond their sight, the mighty Mystic Yang Old Devil was still engaged in some invisible, intangible, uncanny and unfathomable contest of arts with Dao Lord Qingyuan of the Moral Immortal Sect?

Once that thought occurred to them, the cultivators' uncomprehending gazes turned, one after another, to awestruck wonder.

They scarcely dared even look at him for long.

They feared disturbing such a crucial contest of arts.

If the Mystic Yang Old Devil could fight Dao Lord Qingyuan to a stalemate, would he need a second sword strike to kill them?

Quite a few of them currently surpassed Liu Dongqing in cultivation realm.

Yet with the reputation he had amassed by now, no one still judged Liu Dongqing's fighting strength by his cultivation realm.

And, for some unknown reason, Liu Dongqing had recently set aside his desire to act. He no longer entered Dao contests as frequently as before, so the cultivators' attention returned to the Illusory Marsh before them, to its trembling, humming illusions.

Apart from those frequently appearing Ancient Treasure Lands, naturally complete in chaos, with all of yin, yang and the five elements.

Now.

The essence of the accumulated fortune born within the Illusory Marsh rose ever higher. Ancient Treasure Lands of single attributes in primordial unity or numinous void states, and even of more unusual attributes such as wind, thunder,