In the days that followed, the bedchamber was warm behind crimson gauze curtains, sheets rolling like crimson waves.
True Monarch Lan Ling cast aside her forr coldness and reserve, becoming as gentle and alluring as she could, personally attending to him.
She even unlocked many shaful positions that would make one’s face burn, doing her utmost to cater to him, only wishing to let Xu Ping’s body and mind gain the greatest possible relaxation and pleasure.
Xu Ping also temporarily cast aside all sches and pressure, imrsing himself in this land of tenderness, enjoying the most primitive and intimate exchange between Dao partners.
After that, he settled down in the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons with an easy mind; from ti to ti he discussed the Dao and engaged in Dual Cultivation with True Monarch Lan Ling, his days passing in calm fulfillnt.
...
Half a year later.
The Nine Nether Elder, who had been silent for many years, finally sent word.
Xu Ping was sipping tea and watching the clouds atop Blue Water Peak when he received the ssage; in that instant, a tangible gleam burst forth in his eyes, piercing the sea of clouds and shooting straight toward the direction of the Heaven-Suppressing Sect.
"So it’s finally... about to begin?"
Xu Ping set down his teacup, his figure flickered, and he appeared in the bedchamber.
After giving so instructions to True Monarch Lan Ling, he quietly left the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons.
A month later.
In a desolate mountain wilderness devoid of people, where Spiritual Qi was thin.
A streak of cyan Escape Light fell like a shooting star, descending silently and revealing Xu Ping’s figure.
His aura was completely restrained, rging with the surrounding environnt; if one did not see him with their own eyes, it would be almost impossible to sense his existence.
At this mont, within the desolate mountains, another ghost-like figure had long been waiting here—none other than the Nine Nether Elder.
Xu Ping’s gaze fell upon the Nine Nether Elder, and his heart stirred slightly.
Compared to two years ago, the ghostly Qi swirling around the Nine Nether Elder seed even denser.
At the sa ti, it also carried an unprecedented sense of brutality and chill.
Xu Ping’s expression did not change; he did not expose anything and went straight to the point: "Senior Nine Nether, can you tell the plan now? How are we going to kill Cloud Thunder Celestial Venerable?"
The Nine Nether Elder’s withered face revealed an incomparably bizarre smile; ghostfire danced in his sunken eye sockets as he rasped, "The plan? Very simple.
"We... go directly to the Heaven-Suppressing Sect and suppress him with the force of thunder!"
"Go directly to the Heaven-Suppressing Sect?"
On hearing this, Xu Ping’s brows knit slightly. "The Heaven-Suppressing Sect has been operating for ten thousand years; its Sect Protection Array is a genuine fifth-rank Array, its power unfathomable."
"Even if the two of us join hands, trying to break through it by force would be anything but easy."
However, the Nine Nether Elder let out a strange laugh. "There’s no need for Young Friend Xu to worry about the Array. Leave it to this old man."
"Since this old man dares to go, naturally I have confidence in breaking the formation. I... left a backhand in the Heaven-Suppressing Sect."
He has a backhand in the Heaven-Suppressing Sect?
Xu Ping’s gaze suddenly turned sharp as he looked deeply at the Nine Nether Elder.
This old ghost was indeed unfathomable; it seed the backhand he had left was enough to influence a fifth-rank grand Array.
After a mont of silence, Xu Ping slowly nodded. "Very well. Since Senior has such confidence, then we’ll act according to the plan."
He did not ask further.
At this point, probing into details was aningless.
No matter what, he had absolute confidence in his current strength.
His Nirvana Golden Body had reached great completion, the Puppet Array was in his hands, and the Canghua Divine Wood Sword had transford; with these three trump cards layered together—
Even if the Nine Nether Elder did harbor ulterior motives at that ti, or so unexpected accident occurred in the plan, he still had more than enough confidence to guarantee his own safety.
In fact, within the current human world, existences that could truly threaten his life and completely slay him... had almost ceased to exist.
This confidence, born of absolute strength, allowed him to face any upheaval with composure.
...
Half a year later. At the mountain gate of the Heaven-Suppressing Sect.
As the only Overlord Level Divinity Transformation Power in the Nanchuan Realm, the mountain gate of the Heaven-Suppressing Sect was magnificent and vast, a true immortal spectacle.
A ten-thousand-zhang giant peak pierced straight into the clouds like a pillar propping up the sky; upon it, pavilions and palaces of jade and crystal stood in dense rows, hidden within spiritual mist, faintly visible.
A gigantic fifth-rank Spirit Vein lay beneath the mountain range like a crouching dragon, emanating a vast ocean-like surge of pure Spiritual Qi, making the spiritual vitality here flourish, far surpassing any blessed land or cave-heaven in the mortal world.
Today was the grand day of the Heaven-Suppressing Sect’s once-in-ten-years open recruitnt of disciples across the entire Nanchuan Realm.
On the imnse plaza before the mountain gate, there was a sea of heads; hundreds of young cultivators were gathered there.
They had co from all corners of Nanchuan, each of them a prodigy among thousands, even tens of thousands.
Their eyes all burned with heat; faces full of longing and excitent, they gazed up at the immortal palaces shrouded in cloud and mist, dreaming of stepping within, becoming mbers of this Overlord power, leaping over the dragon gate from then on, and walking a bright Dao path.
A Golden Core Cultivator wearing the deacon robes of the Heaven-Suppressing Sect hovered in midair, his voice booming like a great bell as he lectured the new disciples below:
"You must rember, to be able to enter the mountain gate of my Heaven-Suppressing Sect is a one-in-ten-thousand fortune."
"From this day on, you must cultivate diligently without slack, strictly uphold the sect rules, and strive to reach Foundation Establishnt, Golden Core, and even Nascent Soul as soon as possible."
"If, in days to co, you can exalt the might and na of my Heaven-Suppressing Sect, you will not have failed the sect’s nurturing, nor your own talent."
His words were filled with pride and authority, stirring the blood of the youths below; they felt as if they could, at that very mont, lay down their lives and shed their blood for the sect.
Yet just as the atmosphere was at its most fervent, when everyone was filled with boundless visions of the future—
Buzz!!!
A sound, indescribable and as if coming from the hells of the Nine Nether, a chilling droning, rang out through heaven and earth without warning!
Imdiately after, the sky... darkened.
It was not dark clouds blocking out the sun, but an endless tide of ghosts and wandering spirits, like the waters of the Nether River bursting its banks, surging in from all directions and, in an instant, occupying the entire sky.
Dense ghostly Qi, Evil Qi, and resentful Qi intertwined, forming a heavy canopy of gloom that completely cut off the sunlight; a bone-chilling yin wind howled and swept through, the temperature plumted, and even black frost began to form upon the ground.
The mountain gate of the Heaven-Suppressing Sect, which monts ago had been shrouded in immortal Qi and looked like a fairyland, was instantly transford into a hellish ghost domain.
The Golden Core deacon who had been giving the speech, as well as the new Entry Level disciples below, had the excitent and longing on their faces freeze in an instant, turning into utmost confusion and terror as they instinctively looked up, their expressions blank.
They saw that at the very forefront of that endless tide of ghosts, three figures stood in midair.
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