"Yi Tianchou, has there been a problem?"
Sensing a Long-distance Communication Talisman shattering, Zhong Shenxiu pondered thoughtfully.
However, practicing the Three Corpses Primordial Spirit thod was inherently perilous; Cultivators had to confront the poison of the Heavenly Dao directly, and falling into demonic thoughts was quite normal.
Becoming more extre and narrow-minded, or even experiencing a drastic shift in one’s worldviews, was even more common.
"After all, as long as he can’t resist cultivating the Three Corpses Primordial Spirit thod, I won’t be at a loss..."
At that mont, the situation in the arena changed again.
Five of the six Great Elders from the orthodox sects had joined forces and had cornered the other eight Poison Fire Dragons into a spot, creating a prison out of restrictions, planning to ta them slowly.
"Hmph, these eight little poison serpents, daring to create chaos at this ti, once this old ancestor makes a move, I will suppress them for a hundred million years!"
Yang Baixuan looked at the Wanxiang Palace, already half-shattered, and the unknown number of treasure-hunting Cultivators within, thundering loudly, "What do you all intend to do? Why haven’t you promptly put down the treasures of my sect?"
His own refining skills were exceptional, his mana refined several tis over, and in terms of quality, it was just a hair’s breadth away from Zhong Shenxiu’s Primordial Pill-level mana.
Empowered by this mana and invoking the Daoist Thunder Sound, the sky resounded with rolling Heavenly Thunder.
Yang Baixuan saw the heritage of the six sects being nibbled away by a swarm of locusts and rats, and his heart already seethed with rage.
With rciless resolve, he raised his hand and released eight beams of golden light, which were his personal treasures, the Eight Extres Mother-Child Blade.
These eight beams of golden light were incomparably sharp, so much so that even ordinary flying swords could not match them. Gliding near Wanxiang Palace, they swiftly slew over thirty Cultivators and even seven Golden Core Ancestors, instantly intimidating the gathering.
This Great Elder of the Hundred Refinent Sect landed in the Wanxiang Palace, looked at the broken restrictions and the partially collapsed buildings, his face filled with a pained expression.
"I wonder how many years it will take to gather enough treasures to refine Wanxiang Palace to the point where it can challenge for Spiritual Treasure status again..."
Though this attempt had failed, the heart of a Cultivator is tempered a thousand tis over and remains unbroken!
Roar roar!
At this mont, the Poison Fire Dragon caused another twist.
The eight Poison Fire Dragons, seeing that they were about to be captured again, erupted in ferocity and began to devour each other.
Erald green poison fire burst forth, and the eight Poison Fire Dragons finally rged into one creature with eight dragon heads.
Its mana aura had astonishingly surpassed the six-turn limit of refining and reached the realm of seven-turned refining!
It was comparable to the top Cultivators of this realm, and also to the level of the old ancestors of the six orthodox sects and the peerless five!
The Cultivators among the peerless five, in terms of cultivation, might only differ from people like Ancestor Wan Hun by a slim margin, the only difference being whether they held a Spiritual Treasure or not!
At that mont, the Eight-headed Fire Dragon roared ferociously and fiercely collided with the restrictions.
With a loud thud, Ancestor Wan Hun and others spat blood and were blown back, and the restriction... shattered!
"Damn it!"
Ancestor Wan Hun looked at the fleeing figure of the Eight-headed Fire Dragon and hissed, "If it hadn’t been for my previous severe loss of vital energy, I would make you suffer!"
The Divine Talisman Venerable, Hua Qi Old Monster, and Old Immortal Xing Luo remained silent.
Even though they had suffered a great loss of vital energy previously when refining Spiritual Treasures, if they truly fought with all their might, subduing this Eight-headed Fire Dragon wouldn’t be much of an issue.
But crucially, this was ultimately a mishap stemming from the Xuanji Hundred Refining Sect.
"They can exert effort, but risking their lives goes a bit too far."
Yet Yang Baixuan, in his single-minded suppression of the Wanxiang Palace, upon witnessing this scene, was utterly furious, "Stop that abomination!"
His mana surged wildly, indeed risking his life, not hesitating to expend his vital energy and lifespan, channeling the trendous mana into the Wanxiang Palace.
This artifact, not yet a Spiritual Treasure but still having fallen a class, suddenly expanded, its flawed surface flashing with myriad changes of the Ruyi Divine Restriction, dazzling with radiance.
Although the Wanxiang Palace wasn’t a Spiritual Treasure, it far surpassed ordinary magical artifacts in rank.
At this mont, when activated, the myriad magical artifacts forming its foundation all roared.
The marvel of the Wanxiang Palace lay in its capacity to encompass various magical artifacts in one body, displaying inconceivable might.
At this ti, a Sword Pavilion within roared, releasing countless sword lights, each containing a flying sword, as if innurable peerless Sword Immortals were intercepting, the sword lights filled the sky, forcibly halting the Eight-headed Poison Fire Dragon.
"Suppress it for !"
Yang Baixuan once again spurred the Wanxiang Palace, activating all varieties of weapons and artifacts: swords, spears, halberds, bells, drums, zithers, flutes, chess, calligraphy, banners, and copper rings—forming a torrent of myriad treasures!
Even Zhong Shenxiu, observing this scene, beca incredibly solemn.
Countless artifacts smashed onto the Eight-headed Fire Dragon, pumling it till it shrieked repeatedly, its scales and blood spraying, transforming into large clumps of poison fire that fell from mid-air, turning the area within a hundred miles of the Xuanji Hundred Refining Sect into a living hell.
The Wanxiang Palace descended from the sky, one of its beast enclosures opened, seeming about to suppress the Eight-headed Fla Dragon anew.
...
"Is this the Xuanji Hundred Refining Sect? Truly... lively indeed!"
A young man with a noble aura and extraordinary temperant, dressed in a dark black daoist robe, holding a Fiery Fla Banner, and treading on a multicolored auspicious cloud, leisurely arrived atop the Hundred Refinent Peak. Looking at the imnse Wanxiang Palace and the soon-to-be suppressed Eight-headed Fla Dragon, he couldn’t help but smile, "The six orthodox sects indeed never cease their scheming, the Sect Master instructed to bring the ancestor to teach them a lesson, well then... let’s!"
With a flick of the Fiery Fla Banner, he solemnly said, "Please, ancestor, make your move!"
This young Daoist, nad Li Kunlun, was the current True Inheritor head disciple of the Tiandu Sect, renowned for being the foremost in cultivation talent under the heavens.
He had once been praised by the Tiandu Sect Master as ’In the realm of cultivation talent, if all under heaven is one stone, my disciple Li Kunlun alone possesses eight asures!’
And in his hand, the Fiery Fla Banner was the Spirit Treasure of the Tiandu Sect—the Ancient Seven Flas Flag!
This Spirit Treasure contained the seven most renowned Spirit Flas in this world, among them a strand of Ancient Earth Lung Poison Fire!
At this mont, as he lightly unfurled the banner, the true seeds of the seven great flas flashed by and imdiately, a formidable mana enveloped ten thousand miles!
Heavenly fire flowed externally, crimson skies filled the firmant!
Zhong Shenxiu looked up, feeling for the first ti the mana of an Ancient Primordial Spirit in this realm!
Under this potent mana, compared to Xu Guo’s inferior Yin God, he seed like a re joke!
A crimson glow swept through, explicitly targeting that Eight-headed Fire Dragon!
Yang Baixuan roared angrily, repeatedly spurring the Wanxiang Palace.
This person, himself possessing refining high-turned pills mana and commanding the Wanxiang Palace, even Zhong Shenxiu dared not easily claim victory.
But under that crimson glow, he was smashed into the ground, the Wanxiang Palace shattered again, countless artifacts scattering.
The Eight-headed Fire Dragon, initially wanting to roar with fury, upon seeing the Spirit Fla of the Ancient Seven Flas Flag arrive, actually whimpered like a little dog.
Soon after, just like a big replenishing pill, it was subdued by fire overpowering fire, swallowed in one gulp by the Ancient Seven Flas Flag!
Li Kunlun didn’t look at these people or offer any explanation. After gathering the Ancient Seven Flas Flag, he simply drifted away...
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