Twin Dimension Yin-Yang Mirror: Attaining immortality through the martial path Chapter 517 - 517 445 One General Achieves Success 446 Clean

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Zhang Taiyan, having cultivated to the Real Form of True Martial this ti, felt his True Essence was as vast as the ocean and as profound as the abyss.

Let alone not taking the Sect External Affairs Elder seriously, even the Supre Elder Zuo Youxian seed insignificant in his eyes.

These so-called “Elders” who weren’t even qualified to enter the Sect’s caverns were nothing more than tools ant to sustain the Sect structure, obtain resources for the Sect, and recruit and teach disciples.

It was really the Inner Sect Elders like him who spread the renown of Cloud Water Sect across the world, maintaining two thousand years of unyielding prestige.

What’s laughable is that every ti so Elders and True Inheritors erged from seclusion, they would treat the Sect as their own personal territory to impose their will, completely forgetting the existence of their superiors.

They had no reverence for the Inner Residence Elders.

With his status and position, seeing that the first group of disciples he encountered upon erging from seclusion dared to defy him was truly ridiculous.

To the likes of Gu Mingxiao and Fang Chengdong who ca out with him, he had to show so respect.

But what were these disciples in front of him?

Do they think they can turn the heavens upside down?

Thinking thus, Zhang Taiyan didn’t even bother to draw his Jade Breaking Blade from his back, but simply reached out a hand.

An overwhelming amount of Primordial Power turned into a torrent, forming a gigantic palm that thunderously reached out to grab Yu Changsheng.

The hand was azure and solid, like the finest sapphire in the world, its surface smooth, reflecting the sunlight.

No sooner had it appeared than it was already at Yu Changsheng’s front.

An endless suction erged from the center of the palm, like a vortex in the depths of the ocean.

Pulling at everything around it.

Yu Changsheng’s figure was enveloped by this force of suction, compelled to launch herself towards that azure giant hand, feeling her Gang Qi and Martial Intent being suppressed by its aura, even losing the ability of Heaven-Man Sensitivity, unable to sense the slightest bit of Spiritual chanism between heaven and earth.

In shock, she flourished her twin swords as wings, tracing a strange arc, her sword light slashing outward, her body propelled backward by the recoil, shooting upwards.

A muffled sound…

The thunderous descending giant palm…

A fine crack appeared on its middle finger, half collapsing.

Yu Changsheng escaped its grasp, not looking back as she bolted into the high sky with a hum, vanishing from sight.

“How audacious!”

Zhang Taiyan, who had been overconfident, had only used less than half his True Essence Power.

He couldn’t believe that Yu Changsheng’s sword light had created a gap for her escape, which was a grave hit to his pride.

He changed his grab to a slap, thrusting out his palm.

As he cast the palm, an enormous figure of a mythical fish roared in unison.

It was as if the sky turned dark at that mont.

Countless bolts of lightning ford.

A gust stirred with threads of electricity, surging straight a hundred feet away.

Yu Changsheng, who had just vanished into the sky, leaving behind only a spark, let out a muffled grunt, coughed up blood, then accelerated once more.

Her twin swords turned into Wings Hanging from the Sky, howling with a gale, then flickered and vanished completely.

“She actually got away.”

“A re Sect External Affairs Managing Elder who hasn’t even brushed the edge of True Martial managed to escape my grasp?”

Zhang Taiyan’s eyes widened in fury.

With another backhand slap, he sent Zhan Shanhe flying.

He scolded loudly, “Why are you idling?

Obey orders and follow to Pinghu imdiately.

Defy and you will be rcilessly executed.”

He sneered, this world’s Spirit Tide had been in decline for a hundred years, and people had long forgotten that the disciples of the Cloud Water Sect were governed by military law, securing a vast territory under the mountains for the Imperial Court, providing sufficient deterrence, earning their esteed status of today.

As if discussing profound doctrines and amiably amassing wealth with others would make the Imperial Court wary.

Not to ntion the Imperial Court’s soldiers—they would have been wiped out by other Sects and Taoism not once but tens or hundreds of tis.

…

Yu Changsheng, having escaped from Wen Creek territory, continued to speed forward, flying straight for over forty li before finding a sequestered forest hillside to land on.

Her complexion was ghastly pale, and she spat out another mouthful of blood.

Just now, that great hand of Primordial Power that had seized and controlled everything around her almost prevented her from breaking free.

Controlling Primordial Power at Heavenly Resonance Rank was utterly ineffective in front of a true practitioner of the True Martial Realm.

Especially since Zhang Taiyan’s strength had already cultivated to the True Form and Real Form of the True Martial Second Realm, the manifested giant fish was as real as life, could command the power of water, making everything within a hundred feet around him his domain.

Under such circumstances, controlling Primordial Power or using techniques made absolutely no difference.

The overwhelming effect of a higher realm made all of Yu Changsheng’s techniques useless.

Had it not been for her recent continuous training in the Sea-Splitting Sword technique secretly learned from her junior fellow disciple, achieving insight into a strange slicing intent, she might not have been able to damage the Primordial Power giant hand even by a star and a half point.

Let alone escape.

“Is this how these old Sect ghosts act?”

Yu Changsheng felt inconceivable and simultaneously developed a sense of aversion, feeling that the Sect was no longer what she knew.

But thinking back carefully.

The ancient events recorded in the Sect’s secret archives all involved an ancestor who stord into so place, slaughtered countless, then established a new dwelling, founding a preaching ground.

Or an ancestor who withstood demonic might, took hundreds of disciples into a three-day and night battle, returned alone bathed in blood, and eventually slayed a great demon, renowned throughout the world.

When recorded in the Sect’s secret archives, these are histories of pioneering and heroism, but the undercurrent of bloodshed and killing that perated them, once t with nothing but my awe and admiration, now felt utterly different.