The minds of the more than two hundred Divinity Transformation Institute Masters were as clear as mirrors, pretending as if they hadn’t seen anything. They each took out their Institute Master Jade Tokens and began searching for their disciples’ whereabouts.
Zhao Sheng was no exception.
As his Jade Token emitted a faint glow, a certain area within the Ten Thousand Miles Immortal Light Realm suddenly brightened. His vision instantly magnified countless tis, revealing before him an endless, muddy, cloud-miasma-filled desolate swamp.
...
Above the Naless Swamp, a fiery red silhouette appeared out of thin air.
The next second, a strong stench rushed into her nostrils. Zhang Fengxian’s eyebrows imdiately furrowed slightly, and with a wave of her sleeve, she released a layer of red light, covering her entire body.
In this foul-slling swamp, she suddenly felt a heavy oppressing force from all around, with gravity in this region being hundreds or thousand tis stronger than outside.
A Golden Core Master falling into this place would find their True Yuan circulation severely restricted, to say nothing of the oppressive burden on their flesh.
Zhang Fengxian had already cultivated to Perfect Golden Core, so although the environnt here was harsh, it had little impact on her.
After a mont of adaptation, her body naturally adjusted to the environnt.
Since each Grand Tournant of the Hundred Institutes lasts for three years, she wasn’t in a hurry to search for Spiritual Pearls, nor was she eager to find her companions.
She summoned her Lifebound Magic Treasure, the Thousand Feather Hundred Feather Sword, hanging it above her head, then gazed towards the horizon. At the edge of the swamp, small hills appeared faintly, not very tall but endlessly stretching. Looking around, the area was desolate, with the gray-black swamp waters forming patches of various shapes and sizes of yellow mud swamps, from which enormous bubbles occasionally erged.
"Gugu, gugu..."
Just then, a strange low hum suddenly sounded in Zhang Fengxian’s ears, making her spirit tremble. She quickly turned her head to look behind her, her expression slightly changing.
Only a few hundred feet away, a gigantic toad head was slowly erging from the mud, with two dark yellow bulbous eyes staring coldly at her. The densely knotted bumps on its skin were enough to make one’s flesh crawl.
Zhang Fengxian felt a wave of nausea and dizziness. Instinctively, from above her head, a vast expanse of red haze exploded, with nurous translucent swords resembling Phoenix Feathers shooting out from the main sword like fiery teors, violently streaking towards the giant dark yellow toad.
"Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh..."
Wherever the flying swords passed, trails of True Fla Spirit Fire erupted from the void. Due to the abnormal gravity of this region, the swords flew much slower than usual, but their chilling killing intent was undiminished.
Just as the flying swords were about to strike, the yellow toad suddenly leapt into the mud, vanishing without a trace.
Zhang Fengxian quickly released her Divine Sense, covering an area of ten miles to search for the strange toad, but found its aura had already integrated into the swamp environnt, making its traces undetectable.
"This demon actually possesses such Divine Skills, making it sowhat troubleso." Zhang Fengxian frowned even more, muttering to herself.
As soon as she finished speaking, the swamp beneath her began violently undulating, with countless toad heads of all sizes surfacing rapidly. Innurable pairs of dark yellow eyes glared at her, creating a hair-raising scene.
On the back of one of the massive mountain-sized strange toads, a fist-sized, luminous pale yellow Spiritual Pearl floated.
This pearl was the condensed Qi Fortune of these demon toads and was also the most crucial Spiritual Pearl in the grand tournant.
The quantity and overall amount of the Spiritual Pearls directly determined each contestant’s ranking in the grand tournant.
Upon seeing the Spiritual Pearl appear, Zhang Fengxian imdiately changed her mind, pinching a sword formula with her hand and coldly declaring, "Burning Heaven Ten Thousand Sword Technique, First Move, Sword Ergence Lifeless! Sword rise, cut, cut, cut!"
As soon as the word for "cut" fell, the Thousand Feather Hundred Feather Sword suddenly split into countless transparent Feather Swords, numbering in the thousands, densely covering the entire sky.
In an instant, the sky was filled with flying swords pouring down like torrential rain or teor showers crashing one after another into the swamp below, quickly erupting into countless massive fire waves, with flas shooting skyward, forming a Fire Sea that spanned hundreds of miles.
...
Niu Ganshan staggered slightly, then found himself appearing on a vast and boundless grassland.
The green wild grasses spread all around like an imnse green carpet, a gentle breeze blowing softly from afar, causing the ground’s grass to bow and sway, bringing an imnsely refreshing scent.
Looking up, the azure sky was dotted with leisurely drifting white clouds, and the surrounding scenery seed devoid of hostility, extrely beautiful.
Unexpectedly, the Spiritual Energy in the air here was quite abundant, no less than outside.
"Sothing’s not right! The equatorial inner region is famously harsh, with extrely sparse Spiritual Energy, so how can there be such breathtaking spirit land here?"
As he spoke, Niu Ganshan took the dark golden long staff off his back, tightly gripping the staff’s end with both hands, and watched the surroundings with a serious expression, while his Divine Sense extended outwards, instantly covering a range of twenty miles to probe the area.
However, within his Divine Sense’s range was just an expanse of vast grassland, without even a single insect, nothing unusual at all.
"Seems it’s temporarily safe," he murmured softly before randomly choosing a direction and flying towards the horizon.
This bizarre grassland was vast, and with Niu Ganshan’s tunneling light speed, it would take so ti to leave this place.
Along the way, he still hadn’t seen a single demon, and moreover, even the sound of the wind quickly faded.
However, he soon noticed that his True Yuan was being consud at an exceptionally fast rate, at least ten tis faster than outside.
Seeing this, Niu Ganshan promptly landed on the ground, took out a top-grade True Essence Pill, quickly consud it, and began adjusting his breath to recover his strength.
anwhile, Zhao Sheng, through the Immortal Light Mirror, had found the whereabouts of Zhang Fengxian, Niu Ganshan, Chen Yizhuo, and others, observing their performances as well.
His disciples, as always, were "valiantly reckless," naturally without worry.
Chen Yizhuo, Chen Jinhui, and others were scattered in different regions, temporarily safe and hadn’t encountered disciples from other Taoist Academies.
The most concerning was undoubtedly Niu Ganshan, as the green grassland he was in happened to be one of the most unique true Illusion Realms in this trial ground.
If he couldn’t discern true from false here, Zhao Sheng was sure Niu Ganshan’s journey in the grand tournant was over.
Of course, if he could successfully slay the Mirage, his harvest would be ten tis that of others.
...
In the blink of an eye, several months passed.
Amidst a stretch of continuous mountains, a middle-aged man with a fair face and Yin Yang Dao Robe was moving slowly along the mountain valley.
Not long after, he glanced toward the mountain peak on the left.
At that mont, a black tunneling light turned from behind the mountain. Upon seeing him, it imdiately rushed toward him at high speed.
The rules of the Grand Tournant of the Hundred Institutes did not restrict life and death. Although it was forbidden for disciples from the sa academy to harm each other, there was no such limitation for other academies.
After all, everyone was in competition, for the honor of their academy, their own path as a Taoist, and the extrely rich rewards of the grand tournant. As soon as both sides t, a fight to the death was the most normal course of action.
The middle-aged man with a fair face sneered viciously, imdiately summoning a black and white tall tower to ruthlessly smash toward the opponent.
At that mont, the black tunneling light suddenly split into over a hundred black human figures, lunging toward him. A portion of the figures rushed at the tower, instantly transforming into patches of pitch-blackness, rapidly spreading.
The speed of the black figures was as fast as lightning. In a flash, they encircled the middle-aged man with a fair face, with countless black threads shooting out from all directions, swallowing the middle-aged man in just a blink of an eye.
Monts later, after a shrill scream, the dense black shadow gathered toward the center, slowly revealing a young man with a powerful figure and a face like a dark jujube.
If Zhao Sheng were here, he couldn’t quite believe that Wu Yong, known for body cultivation, would display such an eerie Divine Power Skill.
Of course, everyone hides their trump cards, but the trump card Wu Yong hid was remarkably formidable.
Surprisingly, the "Wu Yong" before him truly mastered a special divine skill. With this divine skill protecting him, even at Golden Core First Layer, his strength was far superior to those of the sa stage.
"Hmph, the third one! I wonder how far this place is from the Venerable’s fallen Jade Skeleton. No rush for now. I’ll play with these little brats first, savoring the taste before doing anything else."
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