Yunyin Peak.
The plaza.
As the battle ends, all is silent now.
Jiang Ning stands in the center, snowflakes dancing in the cold wind, landing on his shoulders, on the tips of his hair.
He lowers his eyes slightly, sensing the faintest tremor coming from the hardened rock beneath his feet.
He imdiately looks up.
Only to see the sky quivering, his vision shaking endlessly.
"It’s here," he whispers to himself.
Then, distorted ripples appear in the void, like an invisible hand stirring a pool of clear water.
The clouds are drawn into an eerie vortex, sunlight refracting through the twisted air, casting colorful, bizarre halos.
"What is this..." Ye Zhengqi’s pupils contract, his face grave.
"It’s the person behind Cross Immortal Gate," Shen Wenyan says softly.
At this mont, Jiang Ning also looks toward the center of the vortex.
A pressure quietly spreads, making the air heavy.
The birds in the mountain forests are silent.
Suddenly, a crack opens in the sky above.
Initially just a slit, black as ink, thin as a hair.
But in an instant, the slit expands sideways, forming a gap about a yard long.
Along the edge of the gap, countless tiny sparks of electricity dance.
Inside the gap, there isn’t the void as one might think, but a hazy play of light and shadow.
The outlines of pavilions and towers loom faintly, exotic flowers and grasses sway in the wind, and the faint sound of flowing water can be heard.
It’s a world entirely different from the present one, with Spiritual Energy so dense it nearly materializes into fog, seeping out from the gap.
"Grotto Heaven Portal," Jiang Ning murmurs.
Just then, a figure steps out of the gap.
The person is dressed in a moon-white Daoist robe, wearing a purple-golden crown, appearing no more than thirty years old, with sword-like brows and starry eyes, exuding an elegant deanor.
He steps out, standing in the center of the plaza, his feet never touching the ground, as if walking in the air.
What’s even more alarming is his aura, as deep as the sea, as majestic as the sky.
Just standing there quietly, he seems to rge with the entire world.
The snow and wind naturally disperse three feet around him, sunlight falling upon him, radiating a misty glow.
"Yet another Yang God realm," Jiang Ning thinks to himself.
Though belonging to the sa realm, this person feels far superior to the previous black-robed elder.
"Flying Immortal Sect, Ling Xuzi." The white-robed Daoist speaks, his voice clear yet carrying a force that pierces the Divine Soul: "Jiang Ning, do you know your cri?"
As his voice falls, it echoes across the space.
Then, behind him, a sapling six inches tall spreads its branches and leaves, emanating invisible ripples.
With the appearance of the sapling’s shadow, the wind stops, the snow ceases, even the air seems to solidify.
Shen Wenyan and the others feel an invisible pressure descending from above, as if the sky and earth were pressing down on them, making it difficult to breathe.
"Immortal Tree!!"
Looking at the phantom of the tree behind the white-robed Daoist, Shen Wenyan is horrified, fear creeping into his heart.
Instantly recalling the ancient texts.
Immortal Root grows, becoming the Immortal Sapling.
Immortal Sapling forms, becoming the Human Immortal.
This is the trend of the Immortal’s power.
At this mont, the gap behind the white-robed Daoist remains open, invisible ripples spreading in the hazy light and shadow.
Jiang Ning’s eyes close and open, flas bathing his double pupils, irises turning gold.
Suddenly, he sees the ceaseless flow of energy behind the white-robed Daoist.
That energy partly flows into the white-robed Daoist’s body, making his aura surge, and the six-inch tall Immortal tree behind him becos more mystical.
Jiang Ning’s expression remains unchanged, lightly coughing twice, his pale face breaking into a faint smile: "What cri?"
"Breaking my sect’s formation, injuring my sect’s mbers, and yet dare to ask what cri?" Ling Xuzi’s gaze sharp as lightning, sweeps over Jiang Ning: "You are cursed, and your life is dood to end soon. My sect is rciful, willing to take you in and teach you the thod to resolve it, yet you were ungrateful, instead using Forbidden Technique to commit wrongdoings. This is one cri."
"With exceptional talent, you should have been devoted to Cultivation, yet you beca a court’s hound, suppressing fellow practitioners, disturbing the order between Immortal and mortal, this is two cris."
"You ca here today, intending to annihilate Cross Immortal Gate’s legacy, cutting off my Flying Immortal Sect’s worldly ties, this is three cris."
For each sentence Ling Xuzi says, the pressure in the heavens and earth intensifies, and the phantom of the Immortal tree behind grows more solid.
Finally, branches and leaves sway, roots deeply embed in the earth, the torrent of energy from the gap is constantly absorbed.
As the branches and leaves sway, causing turbulences in the world, invisible ripples spread, Shen Wenyan and others turn pale, those with weaker Cultivation groan and bleed from the corner of their mouths.
Only Jiang Ning, still stands firm like a pine.
"Finished?" He says blandly, raising his head slightly, a long sword appears in his hand.
At the sa ti, Ling Xuzi looks at the long sword in Jiang Ning’s hand, a mocking smile at the corner of his mouth.
As a rare research specin of Flying Immortal Sect, he succeeded where others did not, possessing the initial traits of an Immortal’s physique at the Peak of Yang God realm amidst broken paths.
At this mont, Jiang Ning steps forward: "Cross Immortal Gate rebels, it must be punished! If you speak for Cross Immortal Gate, then you are considered an accomplice..."
Here, his tone pauses, his aura begins to skyrocket.
Qi-Blood surges within, his black hair dances wildly in the cold wind.
Firelight begins to seep from the pores of his flesh.
"Must be punished!!" As he utters these two words.
Boom!
Sword Intent erupts around him, space trembles fiercely!
At this mont, he holds the long sword, like a Divine Sword freshly drawn, brimming with sharpness.
Under the impact of Sword Intent, invisible ripples spread, dispersing Ling Xuzi’s oppression of heaven and earth.
Shen Wenyan and others behind him suddenly feel light, breathing heavily.
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