In the cramped secret chamber, Li Fei stood in front of the Buddha's statue.
After the Buddha's Words entwined on it were completely dispelled, the statue was 'fully revealed' before Li Fei—
Within the statue, right at the Buddha's flower-picking hand gesture, there was a thumbnail-sized crystal stone, emitting a faint wave of magic.
Without hesitation, Li Fei gently wrapped a strand of True Power around the crystal stone.
The magic attached to this crystal stone was not offensive but rather similar to an Illusion Technique.
Li Fei had practiced the magic of the Nightmare Sect, so he was very familiar with it and quickly found a way to 'connect' with it.
He directed a wisp of Heart and Spirit into the crystal stone, entering an Illusion Realm—
On the vast earth, stretching mountain ranges, towering ancient trees, a forest as far as the eye could see.
Li Fei had only seen such terrain among the Northern Barbarians, but the characteristics of the landscape and the overall feeling were quite different from this scene.
In Li Fei's mory, the entire Eastern Continent shouldn't have such a landscape.
Where is this?
His 'view' quickly zood in, changing from a bird's-eye view to a personal perspective.
On the peak of a mountain, close to the cliff, four people sat together.
Li Fei's 'perspective' was one of these four people; the other three consisted of two n and one woman.
One man had an ordinary appearance, wearing grey coarse clothes, with a seemingly ordinary iron sword placed before him, sitting leaning against a rock, with eyes closed in contemplation.
Even in the Illusion Realm, at first glance of this man, Li Fei faintly sensed a pure Sword Intent and an extre sharpness!
Such Sword Intent and aura, he hadn't even felt in Ning Qingman.
On the left of this swordsman sat a bare-chested man.
The man's physique was exceptionally burly, even sitting down, he was a head taller than everyone present.
His bare body was full of power, and his bronze skin bore over a dozen scars.
These scars didn't seem like they were left by humans—
There were claw marks, rows of holes left by sharp teeth, and sinister-shaped scratches...
What surprised Li Fei was that each scar on the man's body faintly exuded a kind of Daoism aura!
Over a dozen scars ant over a dozen different Daoisms!
"Abundant and fierce Qi-Blood, unconsciously affecting the attributes of the surrounding Heaven and Earth Qi. This is Qi Blood Origin, a Martial Saint Body!"
"Moreover, this person's Martial Saint Body contains the Power of Dao from inside to outside; it should be like Wenren Zheng, where his Martial Saint Body is the Dao, and the Dao is the Martial Saint Body."
Upon seeing this burly man, Li Fei's mind imdiately associated him with Wenren Zheng.
Although he felt vague and uncertain in the Illusion Realm, just based on the scars on the opponent's Martial Saint Body, each containing different Daoism auras, Li Fei sensed that this person's combat power might even surpass Wenren Zheng!
Sitting to the left of the burly man was a woman dressed in red.
The woman had long black hair hanging loosely, her appearance wasn't particularly beautiful, but she had a serene aura that made one admire her upon sight.
Compared to the swordsman and the burly man, the woman's aura was the most obscure; Li Fei couldn't fully sense it but knew for sure she was also a Peak Strong Person, likely a Martial Saint.
The last person was the one providing Li Fei with this perspective.
"Is this person using magic to record the scene before him, is this Illusion Realm sothing that actually happened?"
Li Fei speculated inwardly.
At this ti, the burly man spoke:
"That guy is never late. Why is he so slow this ti?"
The person recording with magic replied:
"Perhaps he encountered sothing."
His voice was calm, instinctively creating a sense of familiarity in listeners.
Li Fei sensed a faint Zen from this person.
The woman in red looked worried:
"Will anything happen?"
"Haha!"
The burly man laughed upon hearing this, "What is there to worry about him?"
Saying this, he touched the scars on his body:
"Damn it, he's a magician, yet his close-quarter fighting skills are fiercer than mine! Why worry about soone like him?"
The woman in red gave him a glare, complaining:
"Stop challenging him to close combat duels; aren't you embarrassed as a martial arts practitioner? If this spreads, how will you continue claiming the title of Martial Ancestor?"
The burly man laughed heartily at her words, and his laughter echoed across the lofty mountains:
"Damn it, encountering a monster I can't beat in close combat, I might as well discard this Martial Ancestor title, hahaha—"
The woman in red rolled her eyes, turning to the person using magic:
"What's there to be proud of? Why is he so smug?"
The person using magic smiled and said:
"Being able to fight on par with that person is indeed sothing to be proud of. The title of Martial Ancestor may not hold, but in the future, his 'Taoist Ancestor' title, I believe, will be passed down for a thousand, ten thousand years."
"Taoist Ancestor?"
Interest piqued, the burly man pointed at the person using magic:
"If he's the Taoist Ancestor, then you, who created your own Buddhist Law, can be called Buddha!"
With that, he pointed at the swordsman, who had leaned against a rock with eyes closed, never opening them or participating in the conversation:
"This person will be the Sword Ancestor! I'm the Martial Ancestor!"
He laughed and looked at the woman in red:
"You've learned the most eclectic skills, a bit of everything; should we call you 'Miscellaneous Ancestor' in the future? Hahahahaha—"
He laughed uninhibitedly, but the woman in red got thoroughly angry, her brows knitting together with intent, about to take action.
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