Above the Wandao Plain, a blood-red blade light stretched for miles, as if dyeing the world crimson.
The entire plain shook violently, and a deafening roar echoed without end.
Even the Wandao Sect’s Sect Protection Array was stirred by this power, activating on its own to absorb the entirety of the residual might of that sharp attack.
If not for the array, Xiao Mo’s single strike would have likely carved a bottomless chasm across the entire Wandao Plain.
When the blade light gradually faded, the crowd saw that the First-Grade Magical Artifact, the Great Cauldron, had been cleaved in two along with Xia Yu. His Divine Soul was annihilated in an instant, leaving no trace behind.
"This... How is this possible?"
"Senior Brother Xia... is dead?"
"In just a single strike?"
"Isn’t Xiao Mo only in the Nascent Soul Realm?"
"A Nascent Soul Realm cultivator killing soone in the Jade Realm? Am I dreaming?"
After a long mont, the surrounding Cultivators began to recover from their shock.
They had thought they already understood how astonishing Xiao Mo’s talent was.
But today, he had used his Nascent Soul Cultivation to slay Xia Yu of the Jade Realm with a single blow. It all felt like a dream, utterly unbelievable.
How could such a talented person exist in this world?
Is this truly sothing a mortal can achieve?
"Yu!"
A sorrowful cry echoed through the sky. Xia Kong flew down from high above, leaping into the array. His hands trembled as he held his son’s body, his heart breaking with grief.
"So he was your son." Xiao Mo looked at Xia Kong, his tone still flat. "I rember now."
"Xiao Mo! I will have you pay with your life!"
Xia Kong’s rage soared to the heavens. He threw a punch, the force of which condensed into the shape of a giant dragon, carrying the imnse power of the Great Dao as it lunged toward Xiao Mo, intent on killing him in a single blow.
Yet, Xiao Mo rely slashed down with his blade once more.
The crescent-shaped Sword Qi collided with the dragon ford from the fist’s force. The fist’s projection shattered on impact, and a violent aftershock of Evil Qi mixed with Spiritual Power blasted outward.
"What!?"
Xia Kong was horrified. ’My all-out attack was shattered by a single slash from Xiao Mo?’
’Is he really just at the Late-stage Nascent Soul Realm?’
In the instant Xia Kong’s mind reeled in shock, a blood-red longblade was already slashing down from the sky!
Xia Kong hastily dodged. The longblade slamd into the ground, creating a massive crater. Under the force of the blow, Xia Yu’s corpse exploded into a mist of blood.
But he had no more ti for grief.
The woman in the red dress pulled her longblade from the ground, her eyes glowing with a scarlet light. She swung her blade at Xia Kong again, her killing intent chilling to the bone.
Xia Kong didn’t dare to be careless and imdiately summoned his Lifebound Magical Artifact.
A Great Cauldron materialized in the air and descended, attempting to envelop the Blood Demon.
Although it was a replica of the Immortal Soldier, the "Eight Desolates Cauldron," it had reached the Half-Immortal Soldier Level.
Xia Yu’s Great Cauldron had also been a replica, but the treasures used to forge it were of inferior quality.
Xia Kong had originally planned to pass his Lifebound Magical Artifact down to his son after this competition.
But who could have known he would never get that chance?
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
The Blood Demon hacked at the Great Cauldron again and again. The two Half-Immortal Soldiers clashed violently, and the resulting shockwaves caused so Cultivators of lower Realms to spit up blood, barely able to remain on their feet.
"That is enough."
Just as Xia Kong was being forced back and the Blood Demon raised her blade for the final blow, a voice suddenly echoed from the heavens.
The Blood Demon’s brow furrowed slightly, but she still slashed down without hesitation!
Xia Kong was unable to dodge and could only take the blow head-on—
The aftershocks of the godlike clash erupted once more, and so lower-Realm Cultivators who were standing too close were killed instantly by the force.
Xia Kong was sent flying backward, but at that mont, a broad hand gently pressed against his back, helping him stabilize his body and land safely.
When the crowd got a clear look at the man’s attire, all the Cultivators, with the exception of the master and disciple from Blood Sin Peak, bowed and shouted in unison:
"We welco the Sect Leader out of seclusion!"
Xiao Mo studied the man, who looked to be no older than thirty.
Xiao Mo had heard of this Sect Leader of the Wandao Sect.
The Sect Leader of the Wandao Sect—Ding Jingyi, an Ascension Realm Cultivator. His bone age was already nine thousand years, and he had participated in several of the great Buddhist-Demon wars.
Ding Jingyi had once been deeply involved in the Sect’s affairs, personally handling every matter. The disciples of the Wandao Sect actually had a rather good impression of him.
However, after Ding Jingyi made a trip to the White Bone Forbidden Land and returned to the Wandao Sect, he was like a completely different person.
He beca distrustful of everything and locked himself away in a stone chamber.
Later, in a conflict over several Blessed Land Grotto Heavens, Ding Jingyi led the Wandao Sect into a bloody war with the Kuangxin Sect, one of the Ten Great Demon Sects.
Both Sects suffered devastating casualties. In that great war, more than half of the older generation of Elders, Peak Masters, and Hall Masters were lost.
It was in that very war that the Blood Demon’s master died.
After that, the two sects called a truce, and Ding Jingyi went into seclusion. All matters were left to the Vice Sect Leader and the Elder Council to decide.
For the vast majority of disciples, this was the first ti they had ever seen the Sect Leader.
After all, he hadn’t appeared in public for over a thousand years.
"Elder Blood Demon, still so impulsive. You and your master really are quite alike."
Ding Jingyi stood between the Blood Demon and Xia Kong and let out a sigh.
"This old bastard is just shaless and a sore loser." The Blood Demon gripped her longblade, her voice cold. "That said, I never thought the Sect Leader would finally co out of seclusion after a thousand years."
"Yes... To think a thousand years have passed in the blink of an eye." Ding Jingyi’s eyes were endlessly deep.
"What I expected even less was that after a thousand years, a disciple of my Wandao Sect would be so outstanding." As he spoke, Ding Jingyi’s gaze fell upon Xiao Mo. "Your na is Xiao Mo, is it not? Very good."
"Thank you for the praise, Sect Leader."
Xiao Mo offered a polite salute.
’But for so reason, Xiao Mo had a strange feeling.’
’This Sect Leader of the Wandao Sect... he seed human, but at the sa ti, not quite human.’
As Ding Jingyi was speaking, a Deacon stepped forward, respectfully presenting a list. "Lord Sect Leader, the selection tournant for the Saint Heir is over. This is the list of the ten candidates. Please review it."
Ding Jingyi took the list, nodded after reading it, and said, "There are no issues. Announce it to the entire Sect."
"Yes, Lord Sect Leader."
The Deacon tossed the list toward the heavens. In an instant, ten nas materialized high in the sky, visible to everyone within the Wandao Sect, no matter how far away they were.
Imdiately after, Ding Jingyi’s voice resounded throughout the entire Wandao Sect, shaking the heart of every person:
"Xiao Mo of Blood Sin Peak, Wu Qingfeng of Sunflower Peak, Si Li of Ten Thousand Flowers Peak, Cheng Yunshang of Hua Peak, Xi Tianqi of Rakshasa Hall, Lü Lingfan of Book Peak..."
"You ten, from this day forward, are the Saint Heir Candidates of my Wandao Sect."
"In my na as the Sect Leader of the Wandao Sect, I hereby issue the Wandao Sect’s Holy Fire Order—"
"The one among you who is first to claim the head of Wangxin of Kongnian Temple shall beco the Saint Heir of the Wandao Sect, and also the next Sect Leader!"
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