Everyone in the world knew that Immortal Arts were divided into four grades: Heaven, Earth, Profound, and Yellow.
For ordinary cultivators and demons, obtaining a single Yellow-Grade Immortal Art was already an immense stroke of fortune, equivalent to gaining another means through a Dao Painting.
Once one reached the level of an Earth-Grade Immortal Art, only the outstanding among those in the Myriad-Forms Heaven realm were qualified to derive and bear one based on their own comprehension of Dao Paintings.
Such Immortal Arts, anywhere across the Nine Provinces, were enough to establish a sect and serve as the foundation of an entire school, passed down through the ages.
Azure Firmament Hermit claimed to have listened to the Dao beneath a True God's seat, so his vision was naturally lofty, Gao.
With just one glance, he sensed the threat of the surging lightning overhead.
In an instant.
The palm he had casually swung toward Long Zhi and Chen Zheng froze stiffly in midair.
It then flipped sharply, thrusting upward.
With that motion.
The shadow of rustling pines swirling around his body suddenly came alive. Vast ancient trees burst from the ground, transforming into a sinister monstrous hand covered in claws.
Its five fingers swiftly closed, blotting out all the void above the hall.
Boom, crack, crack!
Golden lightning plasma crashed down with savage force.
The instant they touched, the sky-covering monstrous hand shattered inch by inch.
The violent lightning did not slow in the slightest. Carrying devastating might, it cleaved straight downward.
"How could a mere Ninth-Rank Sky-Patrolling Guard possess an Immortal Art of such a level?!"
Azure Firmament Hermit's eyes brimmed with shock and suspicion, but he did not dare underestimate it. His figure suddenly blurred, vanishing from where he stood.
The next moment.
The lightning struck the ground with