Arrival at the Kunyuan Mountain Range!

In the blink of an eye, the three-month period has passed.

It was still dark when we set off.

True Person Yun Du stood atop the mountain, his sleeves fluttering even without wind, and a beam of spiritual light flew from his palm, rapidly expanding in mid-air!

A Law Treasure flying boat, entirely silver-white, pierced through the clouds and hovered above the mountain peak.

The boat was nine zhang long, narrow and slender, with its bottom covered with densely packed flowing runes, and three array flags hanging on each side, their spiritual light constantly flowing.

The bow of the boat is raised like the neck of a crane, with a fist-sized pearl embedded at the top. It is white and warm, with a restrained luster, and is definitely not an ordinary item.

This is a magical Law Treasure left to True Person Yun Du after Zhao Qing's death; it is the treasure of White Cloud Temple, passed down for hundreds of years.

Mid-grade flying Law Treasure: Silver Plume Boat!

Its speed far surpasses that of flying on a sword; a distance of ten thousand miles is covered in the blink of an eye.

Sun Yao was the first to board the boat, her white Daoist robe fluttering in the wind. Shi Pan followed closely behind. Their massive bodies stepped onto the boat's deck, causing the flying boat to dip slightly before stabilizing.

Yun Che stood at the stern of the boat, sword at his side.

This man was in his early thirties, with a thin face, high brow bones, and narrow, long eyes that resembled two sharp, angular eyebrows.

A long sword with a green sheath hung at his waist; even before it was drawn, a chilling aura emanated from it.

A sword cultivator in the Foundation Establishment Late Stage possesses boundless killing power.

He glanced at Sun Yao, nodded slightly as a greeting, and his gaze swept over Shi Pan without lingering.

After all, it was just a minor demon at the Qi Refining Perfection; he could easily kill it with a single sword strike.

The last person to board the ship was Shi Jian.

He had already donned the Thunder-Shrouding Mystic Armor, layers of dark black plates covering his body, the purple patterns on it dark and restrained, and the shoulder armor widened outwards, making his already broad shoulders appear even more imposing.

An armored black bear stepped onto the flying boat, causing it to suddenly sink more than half a foot. The Formation Method Talismanic Script suddenly lit up, and it barely managed to stabilize itself.

True Person Yun Du glanced back, a hint of surprise in his eyes, but said nothing, and Hand Seals with one hand.

With a hum, the Silver Plume Boat soared into the sky!

The sea of clouds surged, and the earth receded rapidly.

Mountains and rivers resemble a chessboard, streams a silken thread, and towns a chess piece; from the perspective of high-speed flight, everything appears so small as to seem unreal.

Shi Jian lay prone at the bow of the boat, his eyes half-closed, letting the gale-force winds seep in through the gaps in the armor plates, his fur clinging tightly to his body.

This was the first time he had ever traveled in this way.

In the past, people always traveled on four legs, or at most rode a magical cloud for a short distance. They'd never seen such a grand spectacle of lying flat the entire way and traveling thousands of miles a day.

Comfortable.

That feels so good!

True Person Yun Du stood in the boat, continuously pouring spiritual energy into it. The Silver Plume Boat grew faster and faster, leaving a long silver trail behind it that streaked across the sky like a dazzling shooting star.

Three days later.

The Kunyuan Mountain Range lie at the border of the three kingdoms.

Shi Jian sensed it from afar.

It wasn't what I saw, but what I felt was an overwhelming spiritual pressure emanating from the depths of the mountains ahead, thick and complex, as if hundreds of Spirit Vein were pulsating simultaneously.

The Silver Plume Boat slowed down as it passed through the last layer of clouds.

The field of vision suddenly opened up.

Shi Jian slightly opened his eyes, his pupils contracting for a moment...

The Kunyuan Mountain Range stretches across the heavens and the earth, with its main peak soaring into the clouds. The summit is shrouded in purple thunderclouds all year round, and lightning snakes seem to roam within the clouds, their light flickering erratically.

Below the main peak lies a vast basin spanning tens of square kilometers—

Flying boats like locusts!

Countless flying boats, flying swords, demonic clouds, and spiritual light converged from all directions, hovering and descending over the basin.

On the ground, flags of various colors stood tall, their spiritual lights intertwined, and magic arrays crisscrossed.

Human voices, beast roars, the hum of Law Artifact, and fluctuations of spiritual energy converged into a chaotic torrent, as countless cultivators gathered together!

Shi Jian glanced at it briefly and calculated in his mind.

The ground was filled with fluctuations in energy. There were at least three thousand Foundation Establishment cultivators, and he sensed no fewer than three hundred Golden Core True Person cultivators!

In the very center of the basin, three high platforms stand side by side.

On each high platform, several unfathomable and terrifying auras lingered.

Nascent Soul.

Shi Jian's hair instinctively stood on end slightly, but he forcibly suppressed it.

Any one of those auras could crush him into dust, no different from crushing an ant.

This is the true pinnacle of power in the Mystic Spirit Immortal Cultivation World!

The Silver Plume Boat slowly descended and came to rest in an area in the northeast of the basin.

There are more than ten flags here, white with blue patterns, and embroidered with a whisk, which is the symbol of the Supreme Purity Sect.

The Supreme Purity Sect's camp has been set up, with more than ten flying boats and Law Treasure parked there. Cultivators are moving back and forth in an orderly manner...

As True Person Yun Du landed with the two people and the bear, a stern-faced middle-aged Daoist priest came to greet them...

"Senior Yunxiao, this way please. The True Person Leader is already waiting in the main tent."

Upon hearing this, Yun Du nodded, turned to the two people and the bear, and said, "You all wait here and don't wander around."

Having said that, he followed the middle-aged Daoist priest away.

Sun Yao and Yun Che stood at the edge of the camp, their eyes scanning the surroundings.

The Supreme Purity Sect has a large troop size, with over a hundred direct Foundation Establishment disciples, all of whom are at the Foundation Establishment Late Stage!

The number of disciples belonging to the various affiliated forces under the Supreme Purity Sect was even greater, reaching two to three hundred, but their overall strength was much weaker.

The disciples from each family gathered in small groups, talking in hushed tones, creating an atmosphere that was both tense and excited.

Shi Jian lay at Sun Yao's feet, while Shi Pan lay on the other side. The two bear demons, one large and one small, stood out conspicuously among the group of Human Race cultivators.

All eyes quickly turned to them.

First, it drew sidelong glances from the disciples of the Supreme Purity Sect themselves.

Then came the whispers from the neighboring camp.

"What's that? Did White Cloud Temple bring a bear?"

"A bear in armor? Is it a spirit pet or a cultivator who has entered the secret realm?"

"Level 4 Demon Beast aren't weak, but bringing Demon Beast into the secret realm and taking up a spot seems like such a waste..."

The sound wasn't loud, but with Shi Jian's keen hearing, he heard every single word.

Immediately afterwards, a few people walked over from the neighboring camp.

The leader was dressed in a brocade robe, with a fair complexion and no beard. His eyes held a hint of amusement, and a jade plaque hung at his waist, inscribed with the three characters "Heavenly Secret Pavilion".

Heavenly Secret Pavilion, one of the affiliated forces of the Supreme Purity Sect, has a much stronger foundation than White Cloud Temple.

The cultivator in brocade robes approached, his gaze sweeping over Shi Jian, a smile playing on his lips.

White Cloud Temple?

He looked at Sun Yao, his tone polite yet condescending. "Judging from your attire, are you a True Person Yunxiao?"

Upon hearing this, Sun Yao remained expressionless and bowed respectfully, saying:

"Indeed, what advice does this senior brother have for me?"

"I wouldn't presume to offer guidance, but I've heard that White Cloud Temple has suffered a severe blow in recent years, with a significant decline in the Foundation Establishment cultivators..."

As he spoke, the brocade-robed cultivator shook his head, his gaze sweeping over Shi Jian:

"So you brought a bear to make up the numbers?"

Hearing the teasing, the surrounding cultivators couldn't help but burst into laughter. They were all eager to stir things up, practically as if the words "let's fight" were etched onto their foreheads.

Yun Che's hand rested on the sword hilt, his eyes turning cold.

Sun Yao stopped him, her tone calm. "Senior brother, the secret realm hasn't opened yet. You'll find out who's just there to make up the numbers once we're inside."

The monk in the brocade robe chuckled lightly, said no more, and turned to leave.

Before leaving, he glanced back at Shi Jian one last time, his contempt undisguised. Mere Demon Beast, creatures clad in fur and armor, were truly lowly animals. To travel with them would be to tarnish the bright moon.

Shi Jian remained lying down the entire time without moving, not even lifting his eyelids.

This kind of person, whom he could easily crush with three slaps, wasn't worth his time or energy; he was looking at something else.

Southwest of the basin lies the camp of the Jin Kingdom's Devil Cultivator cultivators.

The black flag fluttered in the wind, its surface embroidered with various twisted and eerie totems, exuding a gloomy and oppressive aura, and a Sha Qi intent.

The cultivators in that area all had sinister faces, hawk-like eyes, and exuded a faint, bloody aura!

Shi Jian's gaze swept across the camp, a glint of light flashing deep in his pupils before disappearing in an instant...

He's looking for something.

The symbol of the Blood Sha Sect.

Not found.

But in that camp, there were two people whose presence was quite distinctive.

What's special is that the Blood Qi fluctuations emanating from them are exactly the same as those of the Devil Cultivator who refined the Blood Pearl in the valley that night.

They share the same Cultivation Method and the same Blood Qi.

Shi Jian withdrew his gaze, firmly memorizing the location and faces of the two people, hoping to glean some information from them if he encountered them again later.

The sun was gradually setting in the west.

More and more cultivators gathered in the basin, and the atmosphere grew increasingly tense.

suddenly--

At the summit of Kunyuan Mountain, purple thunderclouds surged violently, and a golden beam shot straight down from the clouds, crashing into the mountain!

The earth trembled.

The Spiritual Qi of the entire basin converged wildly towards the main peak at the same instant, forming a vortex of Spiritual Qi that reached the heavens and the earth, soaring straight into the Yunxiao and connecting with the vast and boundless expanse!

Everyone looked up.

On the three high platforms, several Nascent Soul auras were released simultaneously, suppressing the surrounding chaotic fluctuations and even erecting spiritual shields to protect the many cultivators.

An aged yet resonant voice came from the direction of Kunyuan Peak, its sound echoing throughout the heavens and the earth:

"The Kunyuan Secret Realm is now open!"