Thunderclouds flickered in the distant sky. Buddhist light and sword light met at the far end of the wilderness, with earthshaking booms ringing out from time to time:
Boom-
Among the mountains, however, everything had fallen deathly silent.
The half-black, half-white Yin-Yang Ruler hovered in the air. The ten li beneath it had all become a dead zone where the Qi of heaven and earth stood frozen.
Wei Wuyi's muscles bulged as he pressed forward with two long sabers gleaming with flowing light, as though walking through an invisible swamp. Every step demanded tremendous strength, and bewilderment shrouded his heart.
After all, to control the power of heaven and earth to this degree, even with the Yin-Yang Ruler's assistance, required uniting the three elements of earth, wood, and fire-in other words, entering the sixth realm of the immortal path, "Primordial unity."
With his peak fifth-realm cultivation and half-demon body, he had already found it strange that he simply could not kill Lu Wuzhen earlier. Only now did he understand.
This damned ox-nosed Daoist had been playing the pig to eat the tiger all along. He had never displayed his true strength.
Lu Wuzhen had been a top student and bookworm since childhood, interested in nothing beyond cultivation and the Righteous Path. That he had tempered his Daoist cultivation to this level while overseeing the Directorate of Celestial Observation lived up to Wei Wuyi's impression of his old schoolmate.
But what was going on with Monk Wuxin?
Of the four who had shared quarters back then, Monk Wuxin had been the dullest, with no distinguishing feature beyond faithfully chanting sutras. Over the past century, Lu Wuzhen had always pushed him around.
He had never stirred up any waves. By rights, he should not have been stronger than Wei Wuyi.
Yet that