You're a True Lord Reincarnated!

"Heavenly Court."

The moment those two words reached his ears, Qi Yun's gaze suddenly sharpened.

Qi Yun's silence lasted only a short time.

But for that mask, it felt like an eternity.

In the distance, within the grand formation, the malevolent Blood Qi surrounding Situ Huaji's main body weakened further.

The Battle Dao Foundation phenomenon behind him, formed by countless ancient demonic phantoms, had nearly collapsed, its edges blurred like a reflection in water or a flower in a mirror.

"Good."

Qi Yun finally spoke, his voice as calm as a deep, still pool. "However, if you dare to lie to me..."

He paused, a faint, yet chilling glint flashing in his eyes that sent shivers down the spine of his ashen-painted face. "You would prefer to be converted by these Buddhist monks rather quickly."

The moment the words left his mouth, the bluish-gray rainbow light beneath his feet vanished abruptly.

Behind Qi Yun, a chaotic halo of light silently spread across the void.

It did not fully manifest, but was merely a faint, almost imperceptible shadow that swayed gently in the world for a fleeting moment.

But in that very instant...

The wind has stopped over the hundred-mile stretch of sea.

The waves that were originally rising on the sea surface were frozen in their apprehensive state, with water droplets hanging in mid-air, reflecting the sunlight, yet eerily still.

The drifting clouds linger in the sky, and the birds freeze in the instant their wings open and close.

All sounds, lights, colors, and even the "movements" of spiritual energy are fixed.

It was as if an invisible giant hand had gently pressed down on the "pivot" of this world's operation.

Only one figure in a deep blue Daoist robe stepped forward.

Ripples naturally appear in the void beneath one's feet, shrinking a thousand miles into a mere foot.

Next, he appeared directly above the magnificent, golden, and chanting demon-subduing formation.

Hands behind his back, eyes lowered, looking down.

As if a god had descended.

At the center of the grand formation, beneath the slowly rotating hundred-foot-long golden swastika seal.

The old monk, a Arhat Fuyun, wearing a crimson-gold kasaya and with the phantom image of seven layers of wisdom halo above his head, was chanting sutras with his eyes closed, his palms forming a lotus shape, continuously pouring his vast vow power into the formation.

It suppressed and refined the ferocious, soaring Blood Qi at the heart of the formation.

Suddenly, his brow furrowed almost imperceptibly.

It originates from the Arhat' keen intuition about the flow of Qi in the universe.

The sky over this sea area seemed to have suddenly lowered by an inch.

He suddenly opened his eyes, and his eyes, which had been calm and still for hundreds of years, now reflected a deep blue.

Above the great formation, a figure had appeared out of nowhere.

The man stood silently in the void, without any support, his deep blue Daoist robe standing out conspicuously against the sea and sky.

His face was excessively youthful, yet his eyes were calm and clear like an ancient, still pool, as he serenely surveyed the golden light emanating from below.

The scene of the troops standing in formation is magnificent.

"Donor----"

When the Arhat of Arhat Fuyun spoke, his voice was deep and resonant like an ancient bell, yet it carried a subtle hint of solemnity.

He couldn't sense the depth of this figure's aura at all.

It is not about concealment or cover-up, but rather a more unsettling kind of completeness.

It was as if this person should have been there, blending seamlessly with the surrounding world and being inseparable from each other.

This level of attainment is far beyond the reach of ordinary Foundation Establishment True Person.

Just as I was about to speak again...

Standing atop the great formation, Qi Yun slowly released a trace of the aura he had been suppressing—the aura of his own Dao Foundation.

boom-

Centered on him, an indescribable, boundless will, like the starry sky that had been silent for eternity suddenly lit up, swept across all directions with a thunderous roar!

That is a disdain and nobility that transcends all laws and belongs exclusively to the [Supreme Dao Foundation].

Having achieved the completion of his Foundation Establishment Middle Stage cultivation, Qi Yun's current Dao Position is now on par with that of Great True Person in the Foundation Establishment Late Stage!

Wherever the energy reached, the golden ocean of willpower below moved undulating without wind, spreading out in concentric circles.

The rotation speed of the hundred-foot-long swastika-shaped gold seal visibly slowed down for a moment.

At this moment, all the Buddhist practitioners, regardless of their level of cultivation, felt a sinking feeling in their hearts, as if an invisible mountain was quietly pressing down on them, and the flow of their inner power of vows became sluggish.

"Great True Person?!"

The Arhat Fuyun's expression changed drastically, and he could no longer maintain his solemn and dignified demeanor.

He suddenly stood up, his crimson-gold robe fluttering without wind, seven layers of wisdom halo above his head flickering erratically, his eyes filled with disbelief and horror.

You can't be wrong!

This vast and abyss-like aura, soaring to the heavens, clearly belongs to a Great True Person!

But this person looks so young and has such an unfamiliar aura; he is definitely not any of the Great True Person known in the major Buddhist holy sites overseas.

Are they from the Central Land?

However, he knew the physical characteristics of most of the Great True Person in the Central Land who had been famous for hundreds of years, even though he had never seen them in person, and none of them matched the person in front of him.

Could it be a newly promoted Great True Person?!

Upon thinking of this, the Arhat Fuyun felt a surge of turbulent emotions.

The Foundation Establishment Late Stage is an insurmountable barrier that can kill 99% of Foundation Establishment True Person; it cannot be overcome without great fortuitous opportunity, great perseverance, and great enlightenment.

The emergence of each newly promoted Great True Person is enough to change the landscape of a region!

He dared not be negligent, suppressing the myriad doubts in his heart, he quickly put his hands together, bowed and performed a solemn Buddhist salute. "This humble monk Fuyun, and greets the True Person Master."

I was unaware of True Person arrival and have failed to greet you True Person. I hope you will forgive me.

They adopted an extremely humble posture.

Qi Yun looked down at him, his expression still calm, and slowly spoke, his voice not loud, but clearly reaching the ears of every Buddhist cultivator present. "This person is an old acquaintance of mine."

"Master, could you please grant me this favor and let him go?"

The tone is one of negotiation.

But the undeniable meaning in it was clear to everyone.

Arhat Fuyun's expression froze, and he immediately struggled with his inner turmoil.

He had expended a great deal of effort to capture Situ Huaji, this vicious demon.

After a year of painstaking tracking and a series of elaborate schemes, they finally trapped him in this place. Just as they were about to succeed and transform him into Dharma Protector Vajra before the Buddha...

If we just let it go like this, not only will more than a year's worth of hard work go to waste.

Questioning from within the temple and criticism from fellow practitioners are both troublesome.

But if you refuse----

The Arhat Fuyun raised his eyes and secretly glanced at the deep blue figure in the sky above.

The other party simply stood there quietly, with no trace of Law Power emanating from him.

But that feeling of being in harmony with the heavens and earth, and the supreme aura that flashed by just now, all indicate that this is a true Great True Person standing at the peak of the Foundation Establishment Realm!

What are the consequences of offending a Great True Person?

Especially since he is such a young, newly promoted Great True Person whose energy is so unfamiliar and whose depth is unknown!

Who knows what kind of forces are backing him?

Who knows what kind of temperament he has?

What if this creates a grudge and provokes the other party to kill you?

In a flash, countless thoughts flashed through the mind of the Arhat Fuyun, and his expression changed several times.

In the end, all his concerns could not outweigh his fear of the unfathomable Great True Person before him.

He took a deep breath, forced a slightly stiff smile, and bowed again with his palms together. "You flatter me, True Person."

Since he is an old acquaintance of the True Person, this humble monk would naturally not dare to make things difficult for him.

Having said that, he no longer hesitated, changed his palm seal, and shouted, "Withdraw the formation!"

The remaining Formation Deployment had set up the formation dared not say anything more, and they all withdrew their Law Power and removed their positions.

The golden ocean of vows, covering hundreds of miles, slowly receded, and countless Sanskrit chains crumbled inch by inch, turning into specks of golden light and dissipating.

The hundred-foot-long golden swastika seal in the center also stopped rotating, its radiance receding, transforming into a stream of Flowing Light that disappeared into the sleeve of the Arhat Fuyun.

As the great formation was withdrawn, Situ Huaji, who had been suppressed at the center of the formation, suddenly felt a sense of lightness throughout his body. The shackles of willpower that had been constantly eroding his Blood Qi foundation like a bone-deep sore suddenly disappeared.

He groaned, his body swayed, and he almost fell from mid-air, but he quickly gathered his Blood Qi to steady himself.

The illusory, ferocious demonic figure behind him, which was on the verge of dissipation, finally stopped dissipating, barely maintaining a blurry outline. However, its luster was dim, and its ferocious power was greatly reduced, indicating that it had been severely damaged.

Without Situ Huaji Arhat Fuyun bowed again to Qi Yun in the sky, saying, "This humble monk has urgent matters to attend to at the temple, so—I shall take my leave now."

His tone was hurried, clearly indicating his intention to leave.

He was deeply afraid that this evil demon had a close relationship with the Great True Person before him.

If, after escaping, they were to file a complaint alleging how they had tortured and persecuted the Great True Person, thus provoking his true anger, then all would be lost.

Before he finished speaking, he swept his sleeves around his twenty-four fellow disciples, transforming them into a dazzling golden Buddhist light, and fled towards the distant sea without looking back.

The speed was so fast that it already showed signs of panic.

In just a few breaths, the golden light disappeared at the horizon.

The hundred-mile stretch of sea has returned to silence.

Only the mournful sound of the sea breeze, the ethereal and unstable aura of Situ Huaji suspended in mid-air, and the swaying, dark blue Daoist robe of Qi Yun standing with his hands behind his back against the sky.

Situ Huaji raised his head and looked at the figure in the air who had pulled him back from the brink of death. He quickly thanked him, "Thank you."

Qi Yun slowly descended, hovering a few feet in front of Situ Huaji. His gaze calmly swept over the pale Blood Qi and dim demonic phantom surrounding Situ Huaji, and he said indifferently, "No need for thanks."

"Now, it's your turn to keep your promise."

Seeing that Qi Yun had only said one sentence, the powerful and ruthless Arhat Fuyun withdrew from the formation without hesitation.

Situ Huaji chill run down his spine, having gained a clear understanding of the significance of the young Daoist before him.

This person is no ordinary individual.

Can----

Situ Huaji suppressed the weakness caused by the churning Blood Qi in his body, his gaze falling on Qi Yun's calm and composed young face, but his brows unconsciously furrowed.

For some reason, the more he looked at this person, the more familiar he felt.

In his early years, he frequented the Northwest, where murder, robbery, making enemies, and seeking refuge were commonplace. He had met countless people, most of whom had faded from memory.

Those who leave an impression on him are either mortal enemies or brief encounters under certain special circumstances.

Situ Huaji stared intently at Qi Yun, his eyes growing increasingly suspicious.

suddenly-

A fragment of memory, buried for decades and almost forgotten, suddenly stirred within him without warning.

The Yellow Springs Netherworld.

Marketplace.

An underground blood pool.

A young face, too young to be real, serene to the point of indifference, bathed in dim, blood-red light.

The owner of that face was merely a minor cultivator in the Qi Refining Stage, yet he dared to venture alone into such a dangerous place, break the restrictions, and release this imprisoned "fierce demon."

They just wanted to stir up trouble and fish in troubled waters.

At that moment, I only had time to glance at that person and remember a pair of unusually calm eyes.

Then came a fierce battle, followed by a desperate escape.

Decades have passed, and he has struggled between life and death to break through his limits, forging Ferocious Demon Battle Dao Foundation. His hands are stained with countless drops of blood, his footprints have traversed the desolate northwest plains, and he has even crossed oceans to this overseas land.

That face, which I glimpsed by chance back then, has long been buried in the dust of time, blurred to the point that only a faint silhouette remains.

But at this moment -

The face before me, those calm and deep eyes—overlapped seamlessly with that almost faded silhouette from the depths of my memory, bit by bit.

"It's... you?!"

Situ Huaji suddenly contracted to pinpoints, and two extremely hoarse syllables squeezed out of his throat, filled with indescribable shock and absurdity.

He remembered!

Decades ago, in the underground of Yellow Springs Market, there was a minor Qi Refining who had only met him once and had let him out!

How could it be him?!

That person back then clearly only had the cultivation level of the Qi Refining Stage, no different from an ant.

But now----

The person before me possessed an aura as serene as the sky, and a profound Daoist charm as unfathomable as the deep sea.

What terrifying progress in cultivation!

He paused, Situ Huaji deep breath, stared intently at him, and said in a deep voice, "I understand—"

"You are the reincarnation of the True Lord!"