Five-Finger Fist-Heart Sword!

Wang Zhuo's body transformed into a shimmering, seven-colored mist, as brilliant as the morning light, yet seemingly ready to dissipate into the world at any moment.

The mist slowly solidified into a body of golden light, while the five-colored radiance became countless hair-thin strands, taking the shape of a Daoist robe.

Dazzling and resplendent, framed by radiant mist.

Azure, red, yellow, white, black!

Like a blazing sun hanging in the sky, that body of golden light was momentarily impossible to look at directly. The figure had no facial features, only flickering golden light.

Golden light for a body, five colors for robes!

With a clang, Lu Jin shot to his feet like a madman.

"Old Lu?!" Startled, Zhang Zhiwei hurriedly looked over.

The old man's eyes were stretched wide, his withered hands clutching the railing in a death grip as tears streamed uncontrollably down his face.

For a moment, this elderly man seemed to see his revered master from years past.

The figure deep within his memories merged with the one in midair, as though they were the same person.

"The third stage!"

"It really is the third stage!"

"Master! Master!"

"Can you see this?!"

"There will always be successors!"

"There really will always be successors!"

"Our path will always have successors!!"

Lu Linglong was utterly stunned, frightened by the state her great-grandfather was in. She had never seen him lose his composure like this.

He scarcely seemed like the same steady old man she knew.

Excitement, exhilaration, madness!

"The third stage?"

"Is that the Threefold Reversal Great-Grandfather talked about?!"

As a descendant of the Lu family, Lu Linglong naturally knew about Threefold Reversal, and how difficult it was to cultivate.

Yet the person before them had comprehended Threefold Reversal in just one day and two nights.

Never mind Lu Jin's frenzy-even Zhang Zhiwei's eyes widened, his normally unflappable face filled with astonishment.

This kid really had mastered the third stage!

If the young man had not asked for Threefold Reversal to his face a few days earlier, he would have suspected that he was a descendant of some branch of Lu Jin's family.

"Threefold Reversal? What's that?" a young spectator who did not know asked from the stands.

"No idea, but he's so... so cool!"

"Brother Liu! You look insanely cool!!!"

"Walking through the air! He's a real immortal!"

"Liu Guanyi did it!!!"

"I knew it! Liu Guanyi must have used Mount Longhu's blessed grounds to complete his cultivation!"

Many of the young people did not understand, but that did not stop them from getting excited and recording videos.

Only the few members of the Ten Elders on the platform and Zhang Zhiwei understood.

Wang Ai's and Lu Ci's expressions were spectacular, their shock and trepidation on full display.

Wang Ai's voice was hoarse. "How is this possible..."

"Someone actually managed to cultivate the third stage..." Lu Ci's aged face looked hideous. Inwardly, he bitterly resented the fact that the young man was not a member of the Lü Family.

As men of that generation, how could they not know of the Three-One Sect?

Threefold Reversal!

At this stage, one became an Immortality, an earthbound immortal who was undying and indestructible.

Who would have thought that a youngster like him would actually reach the third stage!

The body was like true Qi, and Qi was like the true body.

From then on, formless and shapeless, beyond birth, aging, sickness, and death.

But they knew that if the third stage truly transcended birth, aging, sickness, and death, the sect would never have been wiped out back then.

Hidden Dragon's fat quivered. "Showing off without seeming to is the deadliest kind. Showing off openly is unbeatable!"

"This really is... like seeing a ghost... no." Zhuge Qing paused, trembling all over with excitement. "We're seeing an immortal!"

Wang Ye's languid air vanished completely. He sat sprawled on the ground, staring at that figure.

"Blessings of the Boundless Heavenly Lord... blessings of the Boundless Heavenly Lord... could this humble Daoist be witnessing an ascension in broad daylight?!"

Below, Zhang Lingyu stood dumbfounded, staring at the cloudlike, mistlike figure in midair, at a loss for words.

He had become a whetstone for someone else's attainment of the Dao!

Walking through the air, formless and shapeless.

An Earth Immortal!

Wang Zhuo looked down at Zhang Lingyu, observing everyone's expressions through Six Eyes. The satisfaction he felt from showing off reached its peak.

The third stage should originally have been pure white, with the bearing of an immortal riding clouds and mist.

But his third stage was vastly different. Under the influence of his five-element organs, it could even adjust its colors automatically, while the Golden Light Mantra added outright light pollution.

Wang Zhuo dispersed the radiance and revealed his true body, his white robes snapping in the wind.

"Brother Liu, what is that move where you turn into colored clouds called?" Zhang Lingyu stared at the figure above.

"Three Qi Return," he said, then fell silent.

Everyone watched as Wang Zhuo suddenly pressed his palms together before his chest and slowly closed his eyes, like an old monk in meditation.

The five fingers of his right hand pressed against his left palm, grasping carefully, as though taking hold of something exceedingly precious.

He slowly raised his right fist above his head, lowering his head and eyes to look down proudly at Zhang Lingyu.

"What is he trying to do?"

"How strange. Why strike such an odd pose? At first, I thought he was going to surrender."

Everyone was baffled, utterly unaware of what he intended to do.

Lu Jin could not help shouting, "Little Liu, hit him back hard!"

"Stop standing there praying to Buddha!"

"Have some shame, Old Lu." How could Zhang Zhiwei fail to see through his petty little scheme?

Wasn't he clearly trying to avenge that slap from years ago?

Wang Zhuo reined in his presence almost completely. Aside from being visible, there was no trace of his aura to be sensed.

His spiritual radiance was held within, like a drifting cloud.

Then they heard him suddenly recite a poem:

"Through fifty-four tribulations, Tribulation Yun still shrouds the sky."

"The soul's light within my chest subdues all beings; fist power and sword Qi sweep the world."

"Time comes and goes, four hundred years; without death, how can a new face be born?"

"I cast aside this broken body for the clear wind, sweeping the heavens to restore the years of light."

Hidden Dragon slumped where he was. "He's too fucking good at showing off. I admit he's more badass than me!"

"Brother Liu... you're insanely cool!" This time, Lu Linglong truly wore a lovestruck expression, her eyes riveted to Wang Zhuo, unable to look away.

Everyone present, whoever they were, was stunned by the poem's arrogance and fearlessness.

At first, it sounded as though he meant to perish together with his opponent, yet every line exuded pride.

"Arrogant. So fucking arrogant!"

"But I feel like he's making an art of it!"

The spectators in the stands could not help praising him, growing even more curious about what Wang Zhuo intended to do.

"This kid learns a little martial arts and gets this cocky. Ah, all he did was learn Threefold Reversal. Honestly." Every word Lu Jin spoke brimmed with smugness, all of it aimed at needling Zhang Zhiwei.

"And what's this about 'without death, how can a new face be born'? Zhang Zhiwei, just listen... just listen."

Zhang Zhiwei looked at him speechlessly, suddenly feeling that his own hands were itching a little. Finally, he turned his head and teased him with a chuckle.

"Heh, he's acknowledged me as his grandfather too. I'm not upset. Are you?"

Lu Jin: ???

This time, he was the one who got worked up. His aged face turned scarlet, and for a long while, he could not squeeze out a single word.

Wang Zhuo slowly spoke. "Brother Zhang, while comprehending the Dao yesterday, I devised this technique and named it the Five-Finger Fist-Heart Sword."

"This move has five swords in total, each stronger than the last. Do you... dare to try it?"

At those words, alarm bells rang in Zhang Lingyu's mind. Daoist cultivators had exceptionally sensitive spiritual perception, especially when it came to danger.

And at this moment, the only feeling Wang Zhuo gave him was one of extreme peril!

Zhang Lingyu swiftly activated the Golden Light Mantra and Yin Five Thunders, protecting himself tightly as black water surged like a mire and enveloped the golden light.

"Please instruct me."