Who dared seize my Mountain-Suppressing Seal? (Second bonus chapter of two for "Three Thousand Worlds of Mortal Dust"'s 100,000-coin tip)

Inside a secluded chamber.

A middle-aged man in black robes embroidered with golden cloud patterns sat cross-legged, his eyes closed as he silently absorbed the spiritual energy of heaven and earth to cultivate.

Around him.

The spiritual energy was so dense that it had become visible to the naked eye.

Suddenly.

He spat out a large mouthful of blood. His previously calm aura fell into chaos, and the surrounding spiritual energy turned violent.

Then.

He spat out another mouthful of blood.

"Who dared seize my Mountain-Suppressing Seal?!" Zhao Zunji opened his eyes, fury filling them. A terrifying aura erupted from his body, shaking the entire chamber.

He had already felt himself touching the threshold of the Divine Martial Realm.

He had only needed a little more to force his way across that threshold with the methods left behind by the Heavenly Martial Sect's predecessors and reach the Divine Martial Realm.

After all.

The restrictions within a Spirit Domain were extremely subtle. Unlike the True Domain and the Mortal Domain, where any power exceeding their limits would incur Heavenly Retribution, they did not rigidly suppress the cultivation realms of everyone within their borders.

Within a Spirit Domain.

Certain methods could break through those restrictions and allow someone to reach the Divine Martial Realm.

A major sect in a Spirit Domain.

With a Divine Martial Realm cultivator presiding over it, such a sect would undoubtedly stand at the very top.

However—

Just moments ago.

Zhao Zunji had felt his connection to the Mountain-Suppressing Seal snap in an instant, as though a terrifying flame had burned toward him along that unseen link.

It had forced him out of his cultivation.

The consequence of that forced interruption.

Was the loss of that fleeting opportunity. He had also suffered a backlash from the spiritual energy,