Immortal Arts Are Easy to Obtain, Immortal Cultivation Methods Are Hard to Seek

Shen Yun strolled forward at an unhurried pace, standing steadily atop the crest of a wave beneath the eyes of all the heroes under heaven.

He slowly swept his gaze across the whole arena, lofty ambitions surging in his chest, before in the end they turned only into a faint smile.

"The winds and clouds under heaven rise from those of my generation; once one enters the immortal path, the years press on.

Imperial designs and hegemon's ambitions turn empty in a glance, no match for one drunken spell in life."

The soft chant spread out with the sea breeze, clear and free, like a pure spring rinsing stones, instantly smoothing away the clamor in the arena.

"Truly an enlightened upper immortal!"

Looking toward that unrestrained figure in white, from the giants of the Heaven-Treading Ranking above to nameless wandering cultivators below, all could not help but raise the same thought: carefree and unbound, with peerless bearing—this was what it truly meant to be one of the people like gods and immortals.

Even the many experts of the Demon Race did not dare meet that gaze, as if they were toads on the ground looking up at the bright moon, feeling ashamed of their own ugliness.

The Qiongqi Patriarch suddenly shuddered, forcibly gathered his mind, and roared furiously, "Damn it! This kid has such high cultivation, he can actually cast illusions without a sound or trace!"

Jin Haoyang did not answer. He only examined Shen Yun over and over, his eyes hiding an incomparable gravity.

"This is not an illusion..."

His heart trembled. He knew this was the other party's realm being too high, a naturally revealed transcendent aura.

It was like the ancient immortal king descending into the world; all evils retreated, auspiciousness arose on its own, and even