Western Kunlun's Main Hall

If the transformative power of the Nine Palaces Eight Trigrams Formation is utilized, it would be sufficient to cover Divine Lord Zhenyuan's Longevity Fruit Tree and conceal most of the Daoist temples.

"I'm going down the mountain!"

Divine Lord Zhenyuan is not one to procrastinate; once he has an idea, he will do it.

He directly dismissed the Supi people who were building the Daoist temple, sending them down the mountain to return to their country, while he himself intended to travel east to seek Buddhist scriptures.

"If I want to access most of the techniques of the Hundred Schools of Thought at the Qi Refining stage, besides the Great Han Dynasty, are there any other options?" Divine Lord Zhenyuan asked.

"Among the Hundred Schools of Thought, Confucian School has the most extensive knowledge, and they are also adept at learning the Technique Method of other schools. If one does not seek the limits of various disciplines, Confucian School is a very good choice," Zhang Xuezhou said.

"Confucian School?"

"You're just leaving like that!"

"Let's go, let's go, I'd rather avoid a fight with the Mystic Maiden!"

Divine Lord Zhenyuan left the closed Daoist temple at an extremely fast speed. He called out to Zhang Xuezhou, and waves rose beneath his feet, allowing him to float leisurely into the air. This left Zhang Xuezhou both amused and exasperated.

"You know how to enter and exit the formation, just remember to set it up for me when you return to Kunlun!"

Divine Lord Zhenyuan rode the wind eastward, and by the time he finished speaking, he had vanished from the sky.

"Even more enthusiastic than me!"

Whether it's Dong Zhongshu or Divine Lord Zhenyuan, these people are far more sensitive to changes in cultivation than ordinary people.

Just as when a researcher proposes an idea, some colleagues become engrossed in it, and thus begin to accumulate data and even conduct tests with great enthusiasm.

This behavior is easy to understand and reflects an extremely positive mindset.

Zhang Xuezhou had no pioneering spirit and didn't want to be a trailblazer. He felt that it would be good to learn from others when everything was ready.

Seeing that Divine Lord Zhenyuan went straight out the door, he was quite pleased.

After shaking his arms like dough and twisting his waist back and forth, Zhang Xuezhou leaped into the air.

Jade wings appeared, and with a flap of his wings, he too soared into the sky.

The jade wings, with their jade-like color and steel-like hardness, now had a more fleshy feel. Zhang Xuezhou felt that the speed at which the demonic wings flew had not changed, but they gave his body a very obvious fleshy feel.

The Nine Revolutions Qi Uniting Technique was not very effective in human form, but it became more noticeable after he revealed his demonic wings.

"The feeling of mastering a skill is truly different, the seventh level... wait!"

As he soared into the sky, Zhang Xuezhou couldn't help but glance at his own magical wings, which allowed him to fly with incredible speed.

The fact that the Nine Revolutions Qi Uniting Technique could react to it clearly indicates that the user has suffered trauma.

Zhang Xuezhou had never noticed the drawbacks of using his demon wings to fly in the past. He only felt that he was flying very fast, and the jade wings, which were as hard as steel, did not give him any sensation when he flew.

"Venerable Lei's ' Technique Within the Clouds ' does indeed have problems. Let's see if we can fix them!"

Zhang Xuezhou's Technique Within the Clouds had always been forcibly improved, and he was only able to sustain it by reaching Divine Ability in his physical body techniques.

If there's an opportunity to suture, Zhang Xuezhou wouldn't mind doing it, after all, he's performed quite a few suture Technique Method over the years.

"I wonder who will be representing the Yedie River Holy Land in this battle?"

In the past, Zhang Xuezhou had limited needs regarding the outcome of the century-long agreement. At most, he would think about asking for one or two Life-Creating Fortune Pill, or if he had the opportunity, he would study the spiritual research of the two Western religious leaders, or ask the Zhunti Leader to help forge the innate spiritual artifact staff of Fangzhang Island. But now his needs have become much greater.

He even began to think about how to defeat his opponent.

If you can defeat the fighters from the Yedie River Holy Land, the difficulty of getting the Dao-Seeking Lord to grant you access to the complete "Technique Within the Clouds" by Venerable Lei will not be high.

How exactly will this century-long pact unfold?

Zhang Xuezhou touched the various low-class items stored in his Lesser Heaven and Earth Bag, then touched the talisman that Divine Lord Zhenyuan had given him to ask for at Palace of Peace and Happiness, and patted his own body.

As long as he isn't quickly beaten into a target and his cultivation is not disrupted, or if he is forcibly suppressed and bound by someone relying on his cultivation level, Zhang Xuezhou felt confident that he could win.

Zhang Xuezhou's strength cannot be said to be lacking, after all, he really has some skills. However, Zhang Xuezhou cannot say that he is the strongest. He has always been amicable to others and rarely participated in cultivator competitions, so there may be some oversights.

The timing of the competition is not up to him, and he doesn't know when he will be able to take the stage. If he has to return to the real world when his time comes, that would be an even bigger problem.

Zhang Xuezhou pondered repeatedly, constantly considering various solutions.

"Teacher, open the door! I'm home!"

With his jade wings slicing through the Changkong, the familiar entrance to the Western Kunlun Holy Land came into view. After landing, Zhang Xuezhou couldn't help but shout at the top of his lungs, continuously releasing Demonic Sound Technique drifted away.

He called out for a while, and then heard a dull thud from the entrance.

Zhang Xuezhou stepped inside, and the ancient ' Kunlun ' archway, several meters high, immediately came into view.

This time, he did not directly enter Kunlun Ruins, but instead entered the Heavenly Court Palace area where the Emperor resided.

Zhang Xuezhou wandered around on his way to Taoyuan and caught a fleeting glimpse of the place, but he never actually went in or out.

Stepping into this area, Zhang Xuezhou saw mist rising everywhere, mixed with the fragrance of Rare Flowers and Exotic Herbs, and the essence of Heaven and Earth permeated the area.

Compared to Broken Soul Ridge and the Mount Li Palace, the conditions in Western Kunlun are indeed several times better.

If this place were closed off for ten years, Zhang Xuezhou felt it could achieve the same rich Spiritual Qi as Yin-Yang Secret Land that had been closed for a hundred years.

"You're back just in time! Come on over!"

A distant, melodious sound drifted over, and Zhang Xuezhou swayed, using the wind and waves to propel himself along.

As Zhang Xuezhou walked forward from the massive archway, the path was lined with blooming flowers and exotic grasses, and ancient trees grew in abundance. However, as he approached the place where the Emperor had spoken, he saw that weeds began to grow wildly, and the once orderly secret place had become desolate and chaotic.

When the ruins of the palace came into view, Zhang Xuezhou almost doubted that he had entered the secret realm of Shanglin Garden.

But the emperor sitting on the bronze throne amidst the broken bricks proves that this is not an illusion, but that everything is real.

Amidst the ruins, there was a seated emperor, and Cai Ma standing below, bowing his head.

"Xiao Cai has been making great strides these past two years!"

Zhang Xuezhou stepped forward briskly and patted Cai Ma, who had her head down, causing Cai Ma to shudder involuntarily.

"Teacher, your big chair is really impressive!"

Zhang Xuezhou opened his mouth and words of praise flowed effortlessly.

In this ruined land, amidst the collapse and devastation, only the chair where the Emperor sat remained intact, still faintly revealing his former majestic appearance.

"This is the only chair left!"

The Emperor looked at Zhang Xuezhou.

Before Zhang Xuezhou arrived, the atmosphere in the palace was somber.

The Emperor spoke from his chair, while Cai Ma listened with her head bowed. In the desolate palace, only the Emperor spoke.

"He arrived on the wind, entering the Heavenly Court as if it were empty. All the cultivators in the court couldn't even catch a glimpse of him. Only I, sitting in my chair, witnessed his presence!"

The Emperor stood up, pointed around, and finally pointed to the seat.

"After that one strike, only this chair remains here!"

Memories of Hongjun are always so easy to forget.

If the Western Kunlun Holy Land were cleaned up and a new palace were built, the Emperor felt that he might forget that person and that tragic day.

But as long as he maintains this area, he can remember everything and clearly recall his past crushing defeat.