Central Continent Divine Land, Ruins of the Primordial Pure Yang Sect
"Boom--!"
Like a purple-gold meteor, the Cloud-Piercing Shuttle tore through the layers of Xukong storms.
After a month-long, tedious journey across states, Dongfang Yueming and his group finally broke through the thick barrier between heaven and earth, officially stepping into the supreme holy land in the hearts of cultivators—[Central Continent Divine Land].
As soon as they entered Central Continent, a surge of spiritual energy, at least ten times richer than that of the Ultimate Bliss Immortal Ancestor, rushed towards them, even condensing into wisps of spiritual mist in mid-air.
"Such rich spiritual energy! No wonder it's the Central Continent Divine Land!" Inside the Cloud-Piercing Shuttle, Hong Yao took a deep breath, her charming face full of amazement.
"The spiritual energy in the Central Continent is excellent, but it's also a gathering place for powerful beings. It's said that here, Nascent Soul Nascent Soul are as common as dogs, and Soul Formation cultivators are everywhere. We must be careful." Although Ziyuan was aloof, she couldn't help but feel a little nervous at this moment, and her long, beautiful legs, clad in pure white silk stockings, were slightly pressed together.
Hearing Ziyuan's worry, Ji Meiniang, who had been lazily nestled in Dongfang Yueming's arms, let out a charming laugh.
Her black, deep-V cheongsam was already wrinkled from the long journey, and her long, black-stockinged legs skillfully hooked around Dongfang Yueming's waist. Her eyes were alluring as she said:
"Ziyuan, what are you afraid of? With our husband, a monster who can even instantly kill a Nascent Soul Formation, this Central Continent is nothing more than his backyard."
For the past month, she's been trying to "relieve the boredom" of her husband's monotonous voyages.
The three women had completely abandoned their last shred of principles. They had somehow acquired the most fashionable and alluring fairy costumes in the Central Continent: semi-transparent silk bodices, flesh-hugging lace bodysuits, and even "Hehuan Water Skirts" inlaid with various strange formations...
Inside the spacious cabin of the Cloud -Cloud-Piercing Shuttle, filled with arrays, an absurd dual cultivation of lightning and fire unfolded day and night. This allowed the two women's cultivation to steadily advance to the Golden Core Great Perfection stage within a month, just one step away from the Nascent Soul!
Dongfang Yueming stroked Ji Meiniang's smooth, silky back, then swept his Divine Sense across the area, Cloud-Piercing Shuttle slowly landed outside a massive border city.
"Fallen Star City."
The four concealed their auras and entered the city. The city was incredibly prosperous; even a random vendor walking on the street possessed the cultivation of the Foundation Establishment Stage, and Golden Core cultivators were everywhere.
Dongfang Yueming and the three women checked into the largest inn in the city, and took the opportunity to inquire about the latest news from the Central Continent from the waiter.
Soon, a piece of intelligence caught Dongfang Yueming's attention.
"Replying to Senior, you've arrived at just the right time."
The waiter, having accepted the spirit stone as a gift from Dongfang Yueming, said with shining eyes, "In ' Flame Emperor Valley,' less than three thousand miles from Fallen Star City, there is a [Primordial Pure Yang Sect Ruins] dating back tens of thousands of years, which will open in the next couple of days!"
"The Primordial Pure Yang Sect?" Dongfang Yueming raised an eyebrow slightly.
"Yes, senior. The Pure Yang Sect was a top sect in the Central Continent during ancient times. It is said that the complete inheritance of a Pure Yang master is hidden deep within those ruins! Now, the geniuses of several major sects near Fallen Star City, as well as many Nascent Soul Stage elders, have gathered at Flame Emperor Valley, preparing to compete for this opportunity!"
After waving away the waiter, a satisfied glint flashed in Dongfang Yueming's eyes.
His primary purpose in coming to the Central Continent was to find advanced Yang-type cultivation techniques. He never expected that someone would deliver such a helpful tool so soon after he had just fallen asleep.
"Husband, this Primordial Pure Yang Sect ruins is practically tailor-made for you!" Hong Yao excitedly leaned in, her two proud breasts pressed tightly against Dongfang Yueming's arm.
"There's no time to lose, let's go."
Half a day later, at Flame Emperor Valley.
This is a vast canyon shrouded in crimson earth fire year-round. At this moment, tens of thousands of cultivators from the Central Continent have gathered outside the canyon. Among them are the Central Continent's prodigies riding in luxurious imperial carriages, as well as the guardian elders exuding powerful Nascent Soul aura.
When Dongfang Yueming landed on the outskirts of the canyon with Ji Meiniang, Ziyuan, and Hong Yao, they immediately attracted the attention of countless cultivators from the Central Continent.
However, these gazes were not of reverence, but rather filled with contempt and undisguised lewdness and greed.
Because Dongfang Yueming deliberately concealed his astonishingly powerful aura as a top-grade Nascent Soul, at this moment, one could only sense an ordinary Golden Core Stage fluctuation emanating from him.
"Tsk tsk, which remote state in the countryside is this bumpkin from? With only Golden Core cultivation level, he dares to come to this Pure Yang Ruins to join the fun?" A prodigy from the Central Continent, riding in a chariot pulled by a fire unicorn, glanced at Dongfang Yueming with an arrogant expression.
But when his gaze fell on Ji Meiniang and the other two women behind Dongfang Yueming, his eyes froze, and he swallowed hard.
"Holy crap... these three female cultivators are absolutely stunning!" "Look at that one in the black slit cheongsam, that mature and alluring charm... and that aloof fairy in white stockings..."
"Damn it, what makes this kid so special that he dares to parade around with three top-grade furnace cauldrons of this level? It's a complete waste!"
The Central Continent prodigy rolled his eyes and, accompanied by two Early Nascent Soul stage elders, swaggered over.
"Hey, that kid!"
The arrogant young master from the Central Continent spoke to Dongfang Yueming in a condescending tone, "I am a true disciple of the ' Heavenly Fire Sect.' Given your meager cultivation, going in would only be suicide. How about this: you give me these three female cultivators behind you as cultivation vessels, and I'll reward you with a few magic treasures, guaranteeing you a comfortable life scavenging scraps on the outskirts. What do you say?"
As soon as the Heavenly Fire Sect's true disciple finished speaking, a number of the Central Continent cultivators who were eager to watch the show gathered around. In their eyes, a mere "Golden Core Stage" stage rogue cultivator from another continent, facing Heavenly Fire Sect true disciple protected by two Nascent Soul elders, had no choice but to obediently offer up his furnace to save his life.
"Haha, this country bumpkin from out of state probably hasn't even heard of the Heavenly Fire Sect, has he?"
"Possessing such a treasure is a crime; without some strength, bringing along such a stunning beauty is simply sending lambs to the slaughter."
The crowd whispered amongst themselves, their eyes filled with mockery as they looked at Dongfang Yueming.
However, faced with such an extremely insulting provocation...
Ziyuan and Hong Yao, standing behind Dongfang Yueming, merely stared coldly at the ignorant Heavenly Fire Sect disciple, as if he were a dead man. Ji Meiniang covered her red lips and giggled, her long legs, encased in exquisite black stockings, slightly crossed, exuding charm.
"What are you laughing at?!" The disciple of the Heavenly Fire Sect was enraged by Ji Meiniang's laughter, but he also became even more envious of her mature and proud figure.
She laughed at you, saying you were in such a hurry to be reborn, but you chose the wrong King of Hell.
Dongfang Yueming finally spoke, his deep eyes not even reflecting the figures of these three ants.
"You're courting death! Elders, cripple him! Capture those three female cultivators and take them back!" The true disciple of the Heavenly Fire Sect roared in fury.
"Boom!" The two guardian elders at the Early Nascent Soul immediately released their powerful aura, transforming into two blazing Fire Cloud on the left and right, and strangling towards Dongfang Yueming!
The surrounding cultivators shook their heads, seemingly already foreseeing the fate of the young man in blue being burned to ashes.
However, the next second...
Dongfang Yueming didn't even move a finger, but his eyes turned slightly cold.
"[Taiyi Wuliang·Hunyuan Sword Realm]."
He gave a low shout in his heart, and the Great Perfection sword Divine Ability instantly exploded!
"Buzz--!"
There was no grand display, only a barely perceptible, extremely transparent, invisible sword light that One Flash and disappeared from between Dongfang Yueming's brows.
"Pfft! Pfft!"
Two extremely muffled thuds sounded. The two Early Nascent Soul elders who had been charging forward with great momentum suddenly froze in mid-air in an eerie manner.
Immediately afterwards, to everyone's utter astonishment, these two high-ranking Nascent Soul experts shattered inch by inch, starting from their brows, turning into countless specks of dust invisible to the naked eye!
Even the Nascent Soul couldn't escape; it was completely obliterated by this terrifying, invisible sword intent!
"..." The once bustling Flame Emperor Valley fell into a deathly silence in an instant. All the cultivators from the Central Continent stared wide-eyed, their jaws nearly dropping to the ground.
"This... how is this possible?!"
"Instant kill... Early Nascent Soul?! Without even using magic weapons?!"
"He's concealing his cultivation level!! He's in the Late-Stage Nascent Soul, no... he's Soul Formation powerhouse?!"
The disciple of the Heavenly Fire Sect was so terrified that his legs went weak, and he knelt on the ground with a thud, a foul stench emanating from his crotch. He looked at Dongfang Yueming in horror, his teeth chattering. "Senior... Senior, spare my life..."