Those at-winged monsters and Ghost Whiskers of Remnant Visage that had still been standing in the air were all staring at everything with horrified faces.
"Burning Yang!"
Daoist Qingyang coldly exclaid!
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Aside from the Eternal Night Sovereign and the Demon Tentacle King, all the at-winged monsters and Ghost Whiskers of Remnant Visage suddenly burst into flas. They struggled in the air, screaming, trying to escape the intensely masculine, golden flas, but to no avail. The flas burned from within them.
Not only these from the Yi Tribe, but everything within ten thousand zhang of Daoist Qingyang as the center, started burning—stones, plants, buildings... The entire heaven and earth were enveloped in flas, transforming the world into a fiery hell, refining these invaders.
"So powerful!"
Xiang Beifei felt as if the blood in his body was also boiling, as though it was about to uncontrollably ignite, but he swiftly circulated the Chaos Yin-Yang Formula, maintaining his Spiritual Power in a balanced state, resisting the urge to burn.
Daoist Qingyang's power exceeded all expectations of the Yi Tribe!
"Ah..."
Sharp screams echoed all around as the at-winged monsters and Ghost Whiskers of Remnant Visage were burned to ashes, burned to nothingness. The originally vast lands of Hanxia too were annihilated, all houses and buildings turned to fly ash, turning it all into a desert.
Xiang Beifei had now understood why Daoist Qingyang had not gone all out before, because he was concerned about all of the Human Race, wanting to protect all humans, and hence he had to suppress his own power; otherwise, in this terrifying inferno, not a single mber of the Human Race would have survived!
But after sending all mbers of the Human Race away, Daoist Qingyang no longer had any concerns, and in a fury, Burning Yang decimated the Yi Tribe!
The Eternal Night Sovereign and the Demon Tentacle King were also stunned by the terrifying flas of the ultimate Yang, fear appeared in their eyes as they desperately resisted the flas in the air, but Burning Yang could ignite not just the outside but caused them to burn from the inside out!
The two Demon Kings also cried out in agony. They struggled within the flas, all their tentacles burning and unable to escape the terrifying inferno.
Gradually, the two immortals of the Immortal Realm were directly burned to nothingness!
Within ten thousand zhang, flas pervaded everywhere, burning continuously for an hour. Apart from the eight Floating Immortal Isles, everything was burned to exhaustion, and only two people remained standing there.
One was Daoist Qingyang, the other was Xiang Beifei.
"It's you!"
Daoist Qingyang's gaze fell on Xiang Beifei, recognizing the aura with which Xiang Beifei had fought two days earlier, although he had not captured him, but he recognized this aura.
Seeing only Xiang Beifei standing, murder appeared in Daoist Qingyang's eyes.
"Did you lead the Yi Tribe here?" Daoist Qingyang demanded coldly.
Xiang Beifei was slightly startled.
Two days earlier, he had inadvertently entered the Floating Immortal Isles, and then the at-winged monsters and Ghost Whiskers of Remnant Visage had co too, naturally making him a suspect.
"No." Xiang Beifei shook his head.
Daoist Qingyang stared intently at Xiang Beifei, then after a long while, he sighed lightly.
"That's good."
The murderous intent in his eyes dissipated, and his whole deanor seed to relax, walking slowly back to a ruin on the Floating Immortal Isles and sitting on a piece of rubble.
Xiang Beifei then rembered sothing: this ruin was exactly where he first t Daoist Qingyang. But he found it odd that Daoist Qingyang, who had just been bristling with killing intent, would believe him just because of his word?
"Senior is injured," Xiang Beifei said.
"It's nothing."
Daoist Qingyang's forehead was sweaty, and the blood trickled down his face, covering his pale countenance.
"It might be an illusion, but it seems like Senior's body is out of balance," Xiang Beifei said.
After a mont of silence, Daoist Qingyang slowly said, "Burning Yang, which burns the Yang energy of the world, though powerful, also requires one's own Yang energy as fuel."
"This is not good."
Xiang Beifei's black and white Spiritual Power complented each other, maintaining a balanced state; he was very clear about the consequences of a Yin and Yang imbalance.
Daoist Qingyang looked up at Xiang Beifei and said, "You were able to resist the flas of Burning Yang; it appears you might be a Taoist Body."
Xiang Beifei frowned and said, "This is the second ti today soone has said this to ."
"You didn't know?"
"I didn't," Xiang Beifei shook his head.
Daoist Qingyang's gaze had a peculiar glint.
"Before you ca here, you must have already seen in this state, hadn't you?"
"How did Senior know?" Xiang Beifei was quite surprised.
"Because you are not from this era," Daoist Qingyang looked at Xiang Beifei, "I can tell."
Xiang Beifei was stunned!
"I thought this was an illusion," he said.
"This is not an illusion; to , you have co from the future. To you, you have returned to my era," Daoist Qingyang explained.
"I've returned to the past?"
Xiang Beifei was very astonished, yet he had no signs of it and did not understand why he had returned to the past!
"I don't rember how I managed it," he said.
Daoist Qingyang pondered for a mont, saying, "You must have heard the ringing of the bell, seen my deceased self, and then touched the stone ring in my hand."
"If you are from the past, how could you know of future events?" Xiang Beifei asked.
Daoist Qingyang raised his head, looking towards the sky that was still smoldering hot from the burning Yang, the sky still a fiery red, the clouds seeming to burn still, trailing flas, making the sky appear sowhat distorted.
He sighed, then lowered his head, caressing the stone ring in his hand, saying, "Because only a special person can trigger the Taoist ring and co here."
The stone ring was plain and unadorned, without any shine, nor any aura emanating from it.
Xiang Beifei frowned; he indeed had touched that stone ring.
"Ordinary people who touch the stone ring can only see what happened in the past, but cannot intervene. But when you touched the stone ring, not only could you see what happened in the past, but you could also intervene in it," Daoist Qingyang remarked.
"Is it because of the Taoist Body?" Xiang Beifei inquired.
"Yes."
Daoist Qingyang nodded: "The Taoist Body is a very peculiar cultivation physique. No matter what it encounters, it always maintains the most primitive balance. That's why you weren't ignited by the burning Yang. The Taoist Body cultivates very rapidly. Others cultivate a single path, but he is naturally able to intervene and control all the paths."
Xiang Beifei thought carefully about this statent and suddenly thought of sothing, his eyes widening in amazent.
"Then how many years apart are you and I?" he asked eagerly.
Daoist Qingyang's gaze flashed with a fla, and Xiang Beifei's figure in his eyes seed to be burning.
"By your reckoning, it's over three thousand years ago."
——
Thousands of miles away in a secluded mountain range, countless people appeared here. If Xiang Beifei was here, he would definitely recognize it; this is the Si Hou mountain range.
However, the Si Hou at this ti was completely different from the Si Hou that Xiang Beifei visited – the hills were lush, yet so volcanoes were smoking.
Daoist Qingde forcibly created a canyon with his mighty Spiritual Power, the atmosphere shook, and all the desolate beasts around panicked and fled, allowing the Hanxia Human Race to temporarily settle in the canyon.
Everyone was very tired; Hanxia could no longer be returned to, and they didn't know where to go next.
Daoist Qingde commanded the crowd, asking cultivators to protect the common people, assigning so of the lightly injured to be on guard, and then take turns on watch.
Once everything was confird, he sat down to tend to his own injuries.
"Daoist Qingde, that young man called Xiang Nangui... he didn't get teleported here," said an elder of the Heavenly Connection.
Daoist Qingde was silent for a long while, saying, "He cannot leave the range of the stone ring."
"Why?" the elder asked, puzzled.
Daoist Qingde hesitated to speak, after a long pause, he said, "He is different from us."
"That fellow Daoist Xiang Nangui..."
"He probably isn't called Xiang Nangui."
Daoist Qingde rembered the young man who looked very familiar, recalling so of the young man's strange actions, he couldn't help but wave out a water mirror, looking at himself through the mirror, and reminiscing about the young man's appearance.
"Grandfather... Great grandfather... Senior..."
Daoist Qingde rembered that when he had gratefully bowed to the young man, the youngster had panicked and tumbled down, and suddenly realized sothing.
Gradually, his gaze turned into astonishnt.
The elder spoke again, "Since we can't return to Hanxia, where should we go to establish a new ho?"
"To the south," Daoist Qingde stated firmly.
"The south? Why the south?" the elder puzzled.
"Because he went all the way north," Daoist Qingde replied.
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