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Boom—

Within Qingyuan, clouds churned and flowed ceaselessly, then abruptly poured into the Imperial Mausoleum.

The Grand Elder had accidentally let slip, so Shangguan Wencang had no choice but to act early. The flowing clouds seemed ethereal, yet imperceptibly solidified into chains, binding the Demon Summoning Sect members, leaving them with strength but nowhere to use it.

Situ Ding was, after all, in the Seventh Realm. With just the surge of Qi around him, the clouds and mist could not approach.

Then, he snorted coldly, broke the shackles, and stomped his left foot. In an instant, an inexplicable force swept out; though there was no wind, it blew the clouds and mist like waves, dissipating them in a flash.

With just one move, he recognized the identity of the person who had struck.

“Shangguan Wencang?” Mo Chaozong seemed surprised, not having reacted for a moment.

But wasn't he the helper sent by the Immortal?

“We’ve fallen into a trap!” As his words fell, Situ Ding threw a punch, black light flashing, incredibly fast.

The Sect Master of Qingyuan Sect appearing here meant that their plans were likely exposed to the opponent's eyes from beginning to end.

But who was that ‘Immortal’?

However, he had no time to think about such things now. If he couldn't achieve a quick victory, and other forces arrived, perhaps the contingency plan the Leader left him would not be effective.

Rip — — — — — —

Though the black light was small, each flash was heart-stopping. It repeated hundreds of times in an instant, seemingly silent, but the clouds around Shangguan Wencang surged and churned, exploding hundreds of times in a flash, dissipating completely.

With just one strike, Shangguan Wencang had already fallen into a death trap.

The difference of one Realm was like a chasm. Even within the Imperial Mausoleum, able to mobilize centuries of cloud-evil Qi from Qingyuan, Situ Ding gained the absolute upper hand in their initial encounter.

Just three moves.

Boom — — — —

The Imperial Mausoleum shook violently.

Black light exploded in front of Shangguan Wencang, engulfing his figure.

“No matter how many schemes, without entering the Seventh Realm, one is ultimately an ant.”

Situ Ding turned with his hands behind his back, not looking at the explosion.

Indeed, although his style of doing things was extremely cautious, that was for Geniuses.

For someone like Shangguan Wencang, who was seventy or eighty years old when he first entered the Sixth Realm, a martial artist with no hope of ever reaching the Controlling Mystery Realm, there was no need for special attention.

Even if someone else was in the Seventh Realm, they would be extremely wary when facing him directly. The opponent would certainly not escape.

“You dare to scheme against me? Your courage is commendable.”

After saying this, Situ Ding always felt like he had forgotten something, but now was not the time to think too much.

He turned to leave.

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Suddenly, an old voice came from behind him.

“Hmm?”

Situ Ding, who was about to go support his cult members, stopped in his tracks.

At the same time, ripples appeared in the Void Realm, and the countless air currents at the center of the explosion, which should have been spewing outwards, now abnormally contracted towards the center.

Clouds flowed, empty on the outside and solid on the inside, with an inexplicable power surging within them.

“Not dead... and broke through a Realm?” Situ Ding was somewhat astonished.

“Between life and death, there is great terror, and also great mystery...”

Shangguan Wencang’s clothes were tattered, and his originally aged, cloudy eyes were now incredibly bright, his Qi becoming increasingly powerful.

What if he broke through a minor Realm?

Situ Ding was only slightly surprised. While breaking through in battle was not easy, he had seen many such instances over the years, and to him, it made no difference.

Buzz!

Black light flashed again, and the newly condensed clouds were pierced like bubbles.

Perhaps not wanting to create new complications, Situ Ding struck harder this time, the black «N.o.v.e.l.i.g.h.t» light even more condensed than before.

“To be able to break through and then stand firm at this age, you are quite a character.”

Situ Ding sensed slightly; this time, Shangguan Wencang’s aura was indeed completely gone. He flicked his sleeve, ready to depart.

Suddenly, Shangguan Wencang’s voice rang out again from the center of the explosion.

“Don’t go!”

Situ Ding: “?”

Continuously breaking through in battle between life and death—he had only heard of such a thing, and it always happened to peerless Prodigies, and only when their Realm was relatively low.

No... Situ Ding looked at the gathering and dispersing clouds, and the vaguely floating bird-like wonder, a thought rising in his heart.

It was an ordinary swallow, yet as it soared through the clouds, its feathers seemed to become brighter and more brilliant each time... Such a strange divine effect piqued his interest, and he began to carefully observe what the opponent's Law Body was.

Could it be the Swallow-Goose Law Body?

It was said that martial artists who cultivated this Law Body would have their talent greatly weakened; even if they were originally gifted, they would become ordinary, and their combat power would be slightly weaker than those in the same Realm. However, once placed in a death trap and then reborn, they would astonish with their accumulated past efforts.

But it could never reach Shangguan Wencang’s level... “What do you know? This old man is accumulating.”

Shangguan Wencang said this without a hint of blush on his old face, instead speaking with conviction.

“Who taught you to abbreviate like that?” Situ Ding’s beard twitched. He gave up thinking; no matter how miraculous a Law Body was, it was still just a Law Body. Could it really come back to life after being pulverized?

“Die!!”

Black light surged, like ice and waves, even the formation patterns on the stone walls of the Imperial Mausoleum dimmed and trembled under the sweep of the ‘black water’.

Shangguan Wencang’s Qi weakened, and the phenomenon of cloud-riding could no longer be maintained.

“Dao of Profound Water.”

He recognized the Dao the opponent wielded.

“Your eyesight isn’t bad, but knowing is useless. I wonder if you can still ‘accumulate greatly to burst forth’ this time!”

Situ Ding’s eyelids twitched. He hadn’t expected to waste so much time on a Sixth Realm cultivator who had just entered the Law Body stage.

He wondered how Yuwen Cuojin’s matter was progressing.

If they couldn't retrieve the Life and Death Cycle Formation, capturing Li Mo and Ying Bing would barely be enough to report back.

Black water poured back into Qingyuan, and even the Void Realm around them distorted and rippled like water.

After a moment, the clouds completely stilled, showing no signs of reawakening. Situ Ding snorted coldly, his mind settled. He was truly afraid that as soon as he turned around, someone would tell him to stop again.

It seemed the opponent had used all the cloud-evil Qi accumulated in Qingyuan as a reserve, which was why he was so troublesome.

“Everyone from the Qingyuan Sect is a bit strange.”

The thought had just crossed his mind.

Suddenly, thin, hazy mist rose from the ancient, unmoving black water.

“If not for the Sect, cultivating this Swallow-Goose, this old man would have long had a place on the Heavenly Ranking!”

Whoosh —

Watching Shangguan Wencang leap out from it, his aura once again powerful and seemingly a dozen years younger, not only returning to his Peak but even stronger than before.

Situ Ding leaned back slightly.

Not dead again?

He had been in the Demon Summoning Sect for a century and had never seen anything so bizarre.

How strong was Shangguan Wencang’s original talent?

“I refuse to believe it!”

Situ Ding’s face twitched, and he roared... “This Deputy Leader, as foolish as he is, has quite an imagination.”

In a corner of the Imperial Mausoleum, Qin Yuzhi spat out melon seeds she had somehow found, shaking her head with a click of her tongue.

In a direct confrontation, she was indeed no match for Situ Ding now; the Dao of Cloud Dream was not suited for direct combat.

But fortunately, she never fought head-on.

Wielding the Dao of Dream, her Grotto-heaven was a Cloud Dream Lake. Within it, one was as if in a dream, and everything within was controlled by her.

Of course, Controlling Mystery Realm cultivators who wielded a Dao, or even stronger existences, were exceptions; their own Dao could break free from the shackles of the Cloud Dream Lake.

Unless she could make the opponent unable to perceive that it was a dream and believe everything that happened in the dream.

Now, Shangguan Wencang’s power, breaking through and then standing firm, accumulating greatly to burst forth, as long as Situ Ding believed it, it would become true in the Cloud Dream Lake.

This was a double-edged sword: if Situ Ding believed his opponent was as strong as an Immortal, it would come true; if he believed his opponent was like a child, it would also come true.

Fortunately.

Sect Master had been influenced by Xiao Mo and secretly read storybooks.

And she particularly loved those stories that featured a humble beginning followed by a grand display of power in front of others.