On the sixth day of June, under a cloudless starry night,
It was on this night that a storm of the future began to unfold.
A light that pierced through heaven and earth rose from the land, booming as it broke through the nine heavens. Its force charged into the sky, causing the Star River itself to shift seemingly.
"Sky-Cleansing and Mysterious Technique?" No, it’s not just the "Sky-Cleansing and Mysterious Technique" alone. There have been so modifications, and quite a few other techniques added." Qing Yu, looking up at the Dao Light, murmured to himself.
Qing Yu himself had studied the "Sky-Cleansing and Mysterious Technique" and even attempted to independently uncover the obscured Heavenly chanisms. Thus, he was extrely familiar with the "Sky-Cleansing and Mysterious Technique."
At this mont, although the core of this light was the "Sky-Cleansing and Mysterious Technique," it was certainly not limited to that.
"The Taoist ’Ziwei Doushu,’ the Buddhist ’Revelation Skill,’ and even the divination techniques of the Witch Sect—this person’s learnings are truly eclectic. However, to master them all so thoroughly and integrate them, one must be a prodigy," Qing Yu exclaid.
Although traces of various old techniques remained, this must be because he had obtained the "Sky-Cleansing and Mysterious Technique" not long ago and hadn’t completely erased the traces of these techniques.
However, this did not diminish its power. It just ant that people could glimpse so of the fundantals on the surface.
"Do you think..." Feng Jiwu suddenly said with a strange expression, "that this light is a bit too close?"
"Too close?"
Qing Yu blinked and focused intently.
"It does seem to be."
Being too engrossed in watching the light, he had sowhat neglected the location of this brightness. Qing Yu looked carefully, and though there was so distance, the location of this light was at most only a few miles from the Divine Capital.
Such a short distance, with Qing Yu’s speed, would take less than a quarter of an hour to reach.
Just as he was wondering why soone would perform a ritual so close to the Divine Capital, the light suddenly flared again, its diater increasing significantly, striking the Heavenly Vault as if it collided with an invisible barrier.
Qing Yu could not think further. His eyes were fixed on the point of impact between the light and the barrier.
To say it struck was only a taphorical play of light and shadow—as if there were indeed an artificial barrier laid across the sky to block the world’s view of the heavens.
"Indeed, this person has the strength to challenge those who conceal the secrets of the heavens," Qing Yu said, invigorated.
The barrier was invisible and should not manifest in the sky. Even if a Divinity Realm warrior were to fly that high, they would find no obstruction.
The reason it appeared tangible was precisely the effect of the modified "Sky-Cleansing and Mysterious Technique" on the obscured Heavenly chanism, revealing its form.
Now, this invisible barrier that concealed the Heavenly chanism was visible even to soone like Feng Jiwu, who was not adept in the way of the Heavenly chanism.
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At this ti, atop a Naless Mountain a few miles outside the Divine Capital, Mr. Wen stood barefoot on a magic altar, hair disheveled, holding a magic sword, performing the Seven-Star Gang Step around a central pillar of the altar.
Suddenly, the True Qi within Mr. Wen surged, and his indomitable will was channeled into the magic sword. He fiercely stabbed the copper pillar eighteen tis at eighteen different positions.
"Sky-cleansing and mysterious, the heavens clear and bright."
In the murky depths, it seed as if a sound of rupture arose, with the splendor above charging straight ahead, advancing ever upwards. But just as it rose several ters, an invisible force twisted it, and the ascending montum ca to an abrupt halt.
"I never expected it would be you, you traitorous disciple, who found the arrangent I made!"
The voice was clear and young and yet carried a deep, unspeakable sense of antiquity, a contradictory juxtaposition that made it difficult for most to discern the speaker’s age.
But Mr. Wen didn’t need to listen closely to know that this person was none other than his own Master, the Divine Dragon seen only in glimpses, an old monster who had manipulated the Heavenly chanism math for hundreds of years from the shadows.
"Heh," Mr. Wen chuckled, "Setting up Magic Altars all over the world to borrow the advantages of the land, aligning with the timing of the heavens, and cloaking all traces of the Heavenly chanism. Master, I must say, you are far more than one step ahead of !"
"Knowing that I am more than one step above you, on what grounds do you think you can disrupt my layout?"
No sooner had the words fallen than an unusual Qi chanism began to erge from beneath Mr. Wen’s feet at the Magic Altar. Colorless radiance flickered into existence, starting to seep into Mr. Wen’s deployed "Sky-Cleansing and Mysterious Technique," while the pillar of light reaching for the sky also beca unstable, as if it could vanish at any mont.
"Simply because you found the Magic Altar I arranged? Wen Xisheng, after all these years, you’ve made no progress at all. The strategy of timing and assessing the situation I taught you... You haven’t learned a bit..."
The unusual Qi chanism spread throughout the entire Magic Altar, an invisible pressure weighing on Wen Xisheng’s heart and body, causing his spine to bend slowly.
With just the contingency left on the Magic Altar, he brutally suppressed Wen Xisheng.
Wen Xisheng was right; his Master truly was more than one step above him.
However, knowing he was no match for his Master, yet daring to break his Master’s seal, Wen Xisheng naturally ca prepared.
A pure white Haqi River rolled in from the horizon, converging into the Magic Altar beneath Wen Xisheng’s feet, and the power of the eighth Strongest on the Heavenly List suppressed the Qi chanism within the altar.
"ng Shanhe, you also want to ddle?" The voice of Wen Xisheng’s Master finally wavered.
ng Shanhe was not only among the top ten of his ti in Martial Arts, but his mastery of the Heavenly chanism Divination Skill was no less than his martial prowess.
If one were to rank the world’s diviners, ng Shanhe would surely be in the top ten.
"What you’re doing is indeed far too much. It’s better not to monopolize the Heavenly chanism alone," said an old yet indifferent voice from within the Haqi River.
With ng Shanhe’s assistance, the check on his Master’s contingency was lifted, and the glorious light shooting upwards stabilized once more, able to break through the blockade.
"Master, after decades, this match has been won by your disciple," Wen Xisheng looked downwards, as if through the Magic Altar, he could see his Master’s angered face.
"Do you really think you’ve won?" Despite the youthful yet tiworn voice, the conviction remained steady, "The outco is still not revealed; don’t be too full of yourself!"
"Of course not," Wen Xisheng replied with a smile and a nod, "That’s a lesson you’ve repeatedly instilled in , Master; how could I ever forget?"
"It seems you have so other cards left to play."
"Indeed," Wen Xisheng said with a smile, "Does Master know how I persuaded Mountain Master ng?"
He paused, then continued, "Ordinary reasons naturally could not move Mountain Master ng. After all, unlike us, he doesn’t rely heavily on the Yi Skill.
But now, Master, you are a Guest Elder for the Heavenly Demon Palace, abetting evil-doers, making efforts to sweep the world for the Demon Palace; under such circumstances, Mountain Master ng couldn’t possibly ignore it."
"So, you’ve also thought of a way to deal with the aid of the Heavenly Demon Palace?" asked Wen Xisheng’s Master coldly.
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