A fierce glint flashed in Chan Yinsha's eyes. She suddenly bit her tongue, and a wisp of blood containing the essence of pure Yin Spirit shot out, accurately spraying onto the warm jade flute in her hand.
Buzz!!
Inspired by this essence and blood, the jade flute suddenly shone brightly, its entire body swirling with mysterious patterns of blue and white, emitting a clear yet majestic hum.
Without further hesitation, she held the flute with both hands, pointed it straight to the sky, as if an invisible command had pierced through the clouds.
Rumble!
High in the sky, the thick, inky clouds that had long accumulated were suddenly stirred up violently, as if by an invisible giant hand.
Deep within the clouds, silver snakes danced wildly, and muffled thunder rumbled, instantly drawing in and focusing an unparalleled, violent power of heaven and earth.
"Scold!"
Accompanied by a clear, cold incantation from Chan Yinsha, a hole seemed to tear open in the center of the dark clouds. Several terrifying pillars of lightning, each as thick as an adult man's arm and interwoven with countless fine wind blades and blinding flashes of electricity, ripped through the heavy night, bringing with them deafening roars.
With a deafening roar that seemed to cleave the sea and sky, it crashed down upon Li Qingshan, who stood silently below, with unstoppable force!
This strike embodies her lifelong insights into communicating with heaven and earth through music and controlling wind and thunder with her divine soul. It is a deadly technique created after she integrated the " Heavenly Fragrance Cloud Drum Chapter " and the " Wind and Thunder Tribulation Method "!
Its power is so great that it can severely injure or even kill Ghost Immortal who have not survived the tribulation of lightning. Ordinary people would never dare to confront its sharpness with their divine soul.
The lightning bolt moved with astonishing speed, reaching him in an instant.
The wind blades, intertwined with an aura of destruction, hissed and crackled with lightning, emitting a teeth-grinding "sizzling" sound. The violent energy distorted and ionized the surrounding air, forming a brief but deadly domain that seemed intent on tearing everything at its core into the finest dust and annihilating it into nothingness.
However, faced with this thunderous strike that would make even ordinary Ghost Immortal and immortals tremble, Li Qingshan didn't even lift an eyelid.
He remained standing quietly in place, his black robes fluttering slightly in the sea breeze, his posture as relaxed as if he were merely appreciating an insignificant fireworks display.
The powerful thunderbolt struck just three feet in front of him, as if he had crashed into an invisible, intangible, yet absolutely insurmountable, ancient barrier.
The intense lightning could only flicker, twist, and explode futilely on the outer edge of that area, scattering blinding specks of light, but it couldn't even touch a corner of his clothes or a strand of his hair.
What made Hong Yi was watching from afar, and Chan Yinsha, who was standing close by, feel their scalps tingle was that the aftershocks of the thunder and the destructive energy that were enough to melt metal and shatter souls disappeared without a trace when they touched the invisible field around Li Qingshan.
For Li Qingshan, this kind of "lightning strike" was as gentle as a spring drizzle compared to the hardships he had experienced in the past.
In the vast Shrouding the Heavens World the Heavens, unparalleled geniuses defy the heavens, and almost every time they break through a major realm, they are subjected to a heavenly tribulation.
Those heavenly tribulations are manifestations of the laws of heaven and earth, often covering thousands of miles, with thunder as vast as the sea and as deep as a prison. They contain supreme laws such as the birth and death of the five elements, the rotation of Yin-Yang, and the shattering of space and time. Their terrifying power is enough to shatter mountains and dry up rivers. They are also the supreme furnace for tempering the body and honing the primordial spirit.
Along his journey, Li Qingshan has experienced countless tribulations, from the Four Extremes to the Immortal Platform Fourth Layer Saint Realm. In particular, the tribulations at key realms such as the Four Extremes, Dragon Transformation, and Immortal Platform have become increasingly dangerous and unpredictable.
Even the first formal tribulation he underwent when he first advanced to the Four Extremes Secret Realm in Kunlun Immortal Mountain, with its heavenly and earthly Daoist rhyme contained in the lightning, the Fortune vitality that burst forth from destruction, and the mighty and majestic heavenly power that cleansed the universe, was far beyond what this seemingly fierce but actually crude and merely superficial tribulation could compare to.
The difference between the two is not just as vast as clouds and mud, it's like a firefly compared to the bright moon, or a stream compared to the boundless ocean.
Upon closer examination, it's not surprising at all.
The woman in yellow before them, Chan Yinsha, was revered by the people of this world as the " Silver Shark King," ranking among the " Eight Great Demon Immortals of the World," a renowned figure who could be considered a regional overlord.
However, from Li Qingshan's perspective, his true cultivation level was barely at the Immortal Gate, and he had not even survived a single tribulation.
Such strength might be considered that of a master in the early stages of the Yang God Great World, enough to establish a sect and dominate the seas. However, for someone like Li Qingshan, who had stood in higher dimensions, seen a wider world, and experienced more brutal battles, it was insignificant, no different in essence from the gravel on the roadside or the floating creatures in the water.
In fact, if we were to purely compare the essential strength and potential of life levels, Chan Yinsha at this moment would probably be inferior to Li Qingshan's initial Divine Seed seed form before he stepped into Kunlun and began his secret realm cultivation.
This is not an intentional denigration, but an objective fact created by different worlds, different systems, and different starting points.
"This... how is this possible!"
Chan Yinsha's pupils shrank to the size of pinpoints in that instant. All composure and calmness on her stunningly beautiful face, which had always carried a touch of ethereal aloofness and arrogance, completely crumbled, replaced by an almost blank, incomprehensible horror.
Her rosy lips parted slightly, but no meaningful syllables could be uttered; only a silent scream echoed wildly from the depths of her heart.
She was fully aware of the power of her attack.
This was one of her trump cards, which she had used to severely injure Ghost Immortal of the same level.
In her mind, even if this mysterious man was highly skilled, she would at least have to deal with him seriously, either by dodging or by using magical treasures and supernatural powers to defend himself. It was impossible for him to be so nonchalant, as if brushing dust off his shoulders!
But reality is cold and cruel.
The opponent was not only unharmed, but also did not even adopt the most basic defensive stance.
That absolute sense of disparity was like a towering glacier crashing down on her Dao heart, instantly chilling her to the bone and making her soul tremble.
"Who exactly is he? What kind of reclusive old monster is he? Or is he a legendary being who has survived multiple tribulations, or even Human Immortal or something higher?" Countless terrified thoughts exploded in her mind, mixed with fear of the unknown and awe of absolute power.
This seemingly casual stop, glance, and act of enduring something was like a thunderbolt from the heavens, shattering all of Chan Yinsha's previous confidence and pride, allowing her to glimpse the unfathomable and despairing chasm between herself and the other person.
The calm and composed figure of the man in black robes had transformed into a deep and unfathomable black hole in her eyes, emanating a terrifying aura that was silent yet capable of swallowing up any will to resist.
Originating from the most primal fear of life, a fear of higher existence, mixed with the keen sense of crisis of a cultivator, it was like the coldest seawater pouring into her limbs and bones, making her soul tremble and almost unable to control herself as she screamed and fled.
Run! We must run immediately! Get as far away from this monster as possible!
This idea spread like wildfire in her heart.
Without hesitation, she activated her divine soul, intending to use the most exquisite escape technique to tear through the Void and flee thousands of miles away.
However, the next moment, a deeper despair overwhelmed her.
She was horrified to discover that her once agile and boundless spiritual power was now as if frozen in ancient ice, or like a flying insect trapped in invisible amber, making even the slightest thought incredibly sluggish and difficult to process.
An indescribable and incomprehensible invisible force had already silently enveloped this sea area, freezing and imprisoning it along with the surrounding space.
No matter how hard she tried to ignite her thoughts or activate her secret techniques, her soul was as if it were being suppressed by a massive mountain, unable to move an inch.
This was a suppression that transcended her comprehension, unrelated to supernatural abilities or skills, but purely an absolute superiority in terms of life level and the essence of power.
Just as Chan Yinsha was engulfed in endless terror and despair, on the distant sea, Hong Yi, the young man who had been immersed in contemplating the " Great Might Heavenly Dragon Bodhisattva " to temper his Yin Spirit, was also awakened from his deep cultivation by the terrifying thunder and the sudden burst of destructive energy fluctuations that were so close at hand.
His already quite solidified Yin Spirit body suddenly opened its "eyes," its divine light shining brightly, and stared intently at the source of the fluctuations.
What came into view was the terrifying scene of the woman in yellow unleashing a devastating thunderous attack, only to have it easily and inexplicably neutralized by a man in black who appeared out of nowhere.
Even though Hong Yi's willpower was far stronger than his peers, and he was well-versed in classics and history, cultivating a noble spirit, his Yin Spirit couldn't help but tremble violently at this moment, revealing the turbulent waves in his heart.
"What terrifying methods! The woman in yellow just now struck with wind and thunder, drawing upon the might of heaven. I know in my heart that I could not withstand it for even a moment, and my Yin Spirit would probably dissipate instantly."
But how did this senior in black robes manage to do that? Hong Yi's thoughts raced, filled with shock and bewilderment. No magical light shone, no incantations were heard, and not even a trace of magical power or spiritual fluctuation could be detected—yet the lightning vanished on its own? This was beyond profound; it was utterly inconceivable!
Shocked as he was, Hong Yi did not panic like an ordinary person, nor did he immediately command his Yin Spirit to return to his physical body or flee in haste.
He experienced many hardships from a young age, was meticulous in his thinking, and learned many principles from the books of sages and virtuous men, deeply understanding the profound truth that "fortune may be a blessing in disguise, and misfortune may be a blessing in disguise."
Acting rashly, revealing hostility or fear, may instead lead to unnecessary misunderstandings and trouble.
In a flash, Hong Yi quickly suppressed his fear, his Yin Spirit standing firmly in place, trying his best to suppress all fluctuations of his aura, as if he had transformed into an inconspicuous reef at sea, quietly observing the development of the situation.
At the same time, he remained highly vigilant, ready to respond to any possible changes.
In the arena, Li Qingshan seemed to have done something insignificant, his gaze calmly sweeping over those still imprisoned in place.
Chan Yinsha, her face drained of color, her eyes filled with horror, fear, and a hint of bewilderment, slowly spoke.
His voice wasn't loud, yet it strangely pierced through the echoes of wind and thunder and the roar of waves, reaching the other person's ears clearly. His tone was calm, carrying a strange power that could soothe restlessness. "Fellow Daoist, why be so angry?"
These words, like a gentle spring breeze, inexplicably eased the tension in Chan Yinsha's heart, which had been gripped by fear and was on the verge of breaking.
Then, to her even greater disbelief, the immense power that had so tightly bound her soul, making her feel like an insect trapped in amber, vanished silently like a receding tide with the other party's words, disappearing without a trace, as if it had never existed.
Although Chan Yinsha has regained her "freedom," her soul is still somewhat stiff.
She forced herself to suppress the raging storm in her heart and the disorientation of surviving a disaster, daring not to hesitate or make any sudden moves.
Having cultivated to the level of Ghost Immortal, she was by no means a fool and knew exactly how to deal with the situation.