Meeting

Just then, very light footsteps came from below, climbing the steps.

Without needing to use her Divine Sense to investigate, she had already identified which disciples they were.

She stood in front of the pavilion, about to use her Law Power to conceal the lingering Purple Qi from her breakthrough so that the others could approach, when suddenly her brow furrowed.

Someone is in the Great Void, using their Law Power to touch the Soul-Losing Radiant Fire Formation of Golden Ao Mountain!

The movement was extremely light and subtle, like an invisible hand tentatively passing by from outside the formation. Although it did not launch a strong attack, it already revealed an undisguised intent to probe.

The tenderness in her eyes, born from the poetry, vanished instantly.

With a flick of the wrist, a longsword shimmering with purple light silently fell into the palm of the hand. The blade was clear as water, reflecting the shadows of the osmanthus tree and the sunlight, with a faint purple glow flickering at the tip.

A surge of Purple Qi rose beneath her feet, and she stepped towards the Great Void. Her purple robes fluttered like a purple haze, and in an instant, she was above the octagonal pavilion.

Just then, she paused again and glanced back at the mountains.

The disciples were still standing at the junction of the mountainside and the back mountain, their faces still showing joy, looking up at her, completely unaware of the changes that were taking place outside the Great Void.

She sighed inwardly, then used her Law Power to condense her voice into a single, gentle line, which fell to the ground:

"I have a guest in Great Void, I'll go check on him first. You all just guard the mountain well."

After saying that, she didn't turn back. Her figure transformed into a purple rainbow and plunged straight into the depths of the Great Void.

Below, the two osmanthus trees trembled slightly in the wind, their petals falling like rain to cover the ground.

Within the Great Void, more than ten figures were hidden in various places, standing in pairs in different directions, clearly having come to observe from afar upon hearing the news. Only one white figure was slowly circling around Golden Ao Mountain.

It was a man in white, with a handsome face and a tall, slender figure. He seemed refined and otherworldly, but his eyes were as sharp as a hawk's. At this moment, he was staring at the gray, Soul-Losing Radiant Fire Formation light screen below, his eyes full of calculation.

As his fingers danced across the screen, Hazy Clouds, a mixture of gray and white, emerged from his sleeves, moving and probing along the array's light barrier like living things. Each touch stirred up a faint ripple.

Seeing no immediate response, a flash of joy crossed his face, and he took out a long spear.

The gun barrel was as white as bone, and the tip was as blue as a snake's tongue, with mist swirling around it.

Then he raised his gun and thrust it towards the gray light barrier.

Just as the spear tip was about to touch the Soul-Losing Radiant Fire Formation, a purple longsword appeared out of thin air, its tip precisely positioned before the spear tip.

"Zheng!"

A clear, resonant sword cry rang out, and the purple and cyan colors collided violently in the Great Void, stirring up a visible ripple of spiritual energy.

Upon seeing this, the man in white retreated several miles before regaining his footing and looking at the suddenly appearing purple figure.

Zilin stood in the Great Void outside Golden Ao Mountain, her long sword pointing diagonally, its tip flashing with purple light, like a spark about to ignite in an incense burner.

"Who are you?" Her voice was cold and clear, her face devoid of any emotion. "Why have you dared to trespass upon my Mysterious Gate's secluded courtyard?"

The man in white narrowed his eyes, scrutinized Zilin for a moment, and then suddenly smiled:

"You've only just broken through to the Purple Mansion Purple Qi realm, and your cultivation isn't even stable yet, and you dare to come out to greet me alone? Little lady, you certainly have some nerve."

Zilin remained unmoved, only raising the tip of her sword an inch higher:

"Take another step, and you'll die."

"Hahahaha..." The man in white threw his head back and laughed loudly, the laughter echoing through the Great Void, yet carrying an indescribable eeriness. "You, a mere junior who has just reached the Purple Mansion stage, dare to discuss life and death with me, Muya? Very well, very well, today I will see just how much immortal aura this Purple Qi path truly possesses!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he flicked his spear, Hazy Clouds surged around him like a tide.

Grayish-white clouds surged wildly from his body, and a damp, cold, and nauseating Yao Qi suddenly spread throughout the Great Void. Wherever the clouds passed, spiritual energy was gradually "eroded" away, like being covered by frost and snow, decaying silently.

Zilin's gaze sharpened slightly, and a hint of doubt arose in her heart.

How could there be a demon practicing the Way of Misty Hazy Clouds in the land of Nanzhao?

Hazy Clouds are a type of misty, foggy cloud formation. Since the departure of the Heavenly Venerable who was a disciple of the Dao Ancestor Yuqing, only the Heavenly Venerable Nanhua and a Devil Ancestor have ascended to the throne. After that, no one has ascended to the throne again, which is why Hazy Clouds are rarely seen.

This creature, however, happens to be a demon from the Hazy Clouds sect, and it appeared within the territory of Nanzhao...

Before she could think, the other person had already pounced on her.

Muya's figure blurred, like clouds and mist, and in an instant he was close to Zilin, his spear wrapped in mist, thrusting straight at Zilin's face.

Zilin neither retreated nor avoided, and the Purple Qi mark between her brows suddenly lit up.

Purple Qi Body Divine Ability "Fragrance Condenses Purple".

Her body was enveloped in purple qi, like the smoke of incense, rising and falling in a hazy mist. In an instant, she transformed into a wisp of extremely faint and pure purple smoke, her figure elusive, like the lightest and softest smoke in an incense burner.

Muya's spear tip pierced into the purple smoke, as if it had pierced into empty space, without any force.

Zilin's figure had already reformed behind him, and she slashed down with her sword in a backhand motion.

The sword light, like a cascading purple cloud, was imbued with the unique condensed power of Fragrance Condenses Purple, and aimed straight for Muya's back.

Without turning his Muya, actually "gliding" past her sword light.

Hazy Clouds's Body Divine Ability "Free and Easy Wandering".

"Impressive Movement Method," Zilin said coldly, but her eyes darkened slightly.

She had only recently broken through to the next realm, her foundation was not yet solid, and she had not cultivated many Purple Mansion Law Technique. She had done her best with her sword just now, but she hadn't even touched the hem of her opponent's clothes.

This Demon Cultivator is at least at the peak of one Divine Ability, and his Movement Method are extremely unpredictable. Moreover, his Hazy Clouds- Body Divine Ability "Free and Easy Wandering" is the best among all the Body Divine Ability of the Dao Path, making it even more difficult to capture him.

But she cannot back down.

In Golden Ao Mountain, Su Yao is in seclusion, Yang Xiu has not returned, and the five guardians are all in seclusion. Now, only she can stand in front of this demon.

Then she Hand Seals with her left hand and made a gesture towards the depths of the Great Void.

Purple Qi Body Divine Ability "Fragrance Condenses Purple"· Borrow Light.

The Purple Qi, born from the embrace of the Three Yangs, is now being used as a foundation by Fragrance Condenses Purple and as a guide by the Purple Qi. From the depths of the Great Void, three beams of light shine simultaneously.

The Great Yang's light was as bright as day.

The light of the Lesser Yang is like a newly sprouted bud.

The light of the Bright Yang fades into the golden twilight.

The three lights intertwined, like three long rivers, surging towards Muya simultaneously, following the direction of Zilin's sword.

Muya repeatedly, creating a Hazy Clouds in an attempt to block the three purple rainbows.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Three loud explosions resounded, Muya was forced back several miles.

He glanced down at his tattered robe, a flicker of anger and apprehension crossing his eyes.

"Your Purple Qi technique is truly remarkable," he said through gritted teeth. "It's a pity you've only just broken through to the next realm; your foundation is unstable. How many more times can you borrow the Three Yangs Light?"

Zilin did not answer, her chest only heaving slightly.

He's right, her foundation is indeed not yet solid.

"Fragrance Condenses Purple" has already had her Qi Sea surging slightly after borrowing the light of the Three Yangs. If she were to forcibly Borrow Light, it might damage her very foundation.

At that very moment, three streaks of light arrived together from the depths of the Great Void.

A meteor shower fell like rain, cascading like a waterfall; a five-colored haze surged like waves; an invisible palace locked down the void.

"Muya, how dare you!" A clear voice rang out, filled with undisguised killing intent. "Do you really think this Nanzhao is your demon's lair?"

Muya suddenly turned around, his face changing color for the first time.

The newcomers were none other than the other three Daoist disciples of the Mysterious Gate Jade Pure One lineage: Wisdom Light Ying Qi, Jieshi Xuan Yan, and Jade Spring Mo Li.

Ying Qi raised his hand, and a shower of stars filled the sky, his Wisdom Light the Heavenly Chaos —this was the Heavenly Chaos Technique's Divine Ability, "Falling Star Rain."

Each ray of starlight, like a miniature harbinger of doom, streaked across the Great Void, plummeting towards Muya as if chasing a deadly savior.

Muya had no choice but to fight back with all his might, his spear flashing repeatedly as he used the Hazy Clouds to dissipate the starlight, forcing him to retreat repeatedly.

Xuan Yan stood on the other side, his hands forming a hand Method Formula, and he unleashed the Wu Earth Divine Ability "Controlling the Control Five Vapors".

Five plumes of yellow smoke rose from his body, like five earthen dragons coiling together, completely blocking Muya's escape route.

Mo Li finally took his place, hands behind his back, with an invisible phantom of a Dao Palace faintly visible behind him.

The Mystic Body's Body Divine Ability "Build the Dao Palace".

Upon arriving at Daogong Town, Muya felt as if his spiritual energy had been locked up, and his movements became significantly slower.

"Three..." Veins bulged on his forehead, a mixture of shock, anger, and fear in his eyes. "You really think I'm easy to bully!"

He suddenly thrust his spear forward, causing the surrounding Hazy Clouds to surge to its extreme. A gray-white pillar of light shot into the sky. This was a technique given to him by the Devil Ancestor that brought "corrosive power" to the Hazy Clouds, but when pushed to its limit, it caused him to suffer significant self-damage.

"Retreat!" Ying Qi's expression changed slightly.

Zilin and the other two retreated simultaneously.

A gray-white pillar of light exploded, like a storm carrying corrosive power, stirring up the Great Void within a radius of hundreds of miles.

As the beam of light dissipated, Muya's figure had transformed into a faint white shadow, Great Void fleeing into the depths of the void.

He did manage to escape after all.

Just when everyone thought he was about to escape, a Sword Intent appeared out of Great Void deep within the void.

The Sword Intent was as clear as water, like the quietest ray of light before dawn, silently slashing down from the depths of the Great Void.

"Sizzle!"

Just one sword strike.

The sword came too fast; it was so fast that he didn't even have time to scream.

Muya's body trembled violently, and his demonic blood, white as frost and snow, gushed out from the wound from his shoulder to his ribs. He dared not turn back, nor dared to fight again, and poured all his remaining Law Power into a talisman.

As the talisman exploded, his figure vanished into the Great Void like a white cloud scattered by the wind, leaving no trace.

After the Sword Intent dissipated, a figure in a plain robe slowly emerged from the depths of the Great Void.

It was Su Yao.

His body was enveloped in a flow of True Qi like moonlight, and there seemed to be jade light moving across his white robe, which was the sign of the initial formation of the Jade Dawn Embracing Truth Body. Clearly, he had been in seclusion until now after mastering the Jade Dawn Body-Refining and Ascending to Truth Method.

The Sword Intent emanating from him had not yet been fully concealed, as if he had just drawn his sword and then sheathed it again.

"Su Yao!" Ying Qi spoke first, her tone a mixture of surprise and delight, "You've emerged from seclusion?"

Su Yao nodded slightly, his gaze sweeping over Ying Qi, Xuan Yan, and Mo Li in turn, finally landing on Zilin's face.

Their eyes met, and he remained silent for a moment before speaking:

"Ji Yunheng."

He called her name.

It wasn't "Zilin," nor "fellow Daoist," but a name she hadn't heard in far too long, a name that even she herself had become unfamiliar with.

Zilin's body trembled slightly, and the long sword almost slipped from her palm.

Su Yao looked at her, a faint smile appearing on his lips, and said softly:

"Haven't seen you for a long time."

Zilin did not respond immediately.

In the Great Void, inspiration flowed silently like the wind, gently brushing against her purple robes and his white robe.

After a moment, she whispered:

"Hmm. Long time no see."

A poem says:

Fragrance Condenses Purple drifts in the wind.

The shadows of the osmanthus trees sway like gold, but no one is there outside the pavilion.

Years have passed, and I've grown old beyond the dust and mist.

With whom can I share my deepest sorrow?

A sword pierces the clouds, stars and moon are small.

She returned in her white robes, and suddenly called for Yunheng.

The moon-white True Qi swirled around his robe.

A breeze stirs the flowers at Zi Lake, and they fall like rain.