Emei Golden Summit, Tianji Square.

All the Shushan disciples looked up into the sky, their expressions varying from shock, fear, to despair.

Above the blue sky, among the dark clouds, Yinglong’s head poked out from the dark clouds. The dragon’s head alone was almost the same size as the Golden Summit of Emei Mountain.

As it spoke, the light curtain of the Xuanguang Ruler began to tremble, and the unprotected peaks of Shushan Mountain outside experienced a series of landslides, with large numbers of trees, earth and rocks collapsing and falling.

The power of words is so terrifying!

At this time, the head of Yujing was leading the masters of various peaks in the Nascent Soul Realm to fight against the main force of the dragons near the Demon Locking Tower.

The rest of the Jindan Zhenren were scattered across the surrounding peaks, chasing and hunting the escaped sporadic dragons.

If Yinglong in the Clouds really launched an attack on the Golden Summit of Emei Mountain, there wouldn't even be a high-level swordsman who could hold the enemy back!

Yinglong certainly would not deliberately make things difficult for these "low-end monks". It just lowered its head and gazed at Mount Emei. There was only cold majesty in its golden eyes, without a trace of other emotions.

Suddenly, it seemed to notice Ling Yunpo in the crowd, and a complex and inexplicable look seemed to flash in its pupils.

Then, Yinglong opened its mouth wide, and five-colored light condensed in its throat, like a war star-destroying cannon in a science fiction blockbuster.

…

Time seemed to stand still for a moment.

Ling Yunpo looked up at the sky and saw that Yinglong still maintained the posture of opening its mouth to accumulate energy, but countless strange lines had flashed in the sky.

These lines formed a dense net, which completely covered Yinglong's huge body.

The next second, the lines across the sky suddenly disappeared.

At the same time, the five-colored light in Yinglong's throat dissipated, as if it was strangled and locked around his neck.

A moment later, a large amount of blood suddenly spurted out of its body, and the long and narrow wounds were exactly the same in distribution as the previous lines.

Ling Yunpo stared at this amazing sight in a daze, and heard Lin Duanshan next to him sighing in a tone that was mixed with enthusiasm, longing, and admiration:

"This is the Yin-Yang Micro-Dust Formation."

"The Yin-Yang Micro-Dust Array?" Ling Yunpo was also surprised. "Is it the super-large sword array that requires the help of the eleventh-rank immortal sword, the Yin-Yang Micro-Dust Sword?"

"To be precise, it's not that the Yin-Yang Micro-Dust Array needs to be activated with the help of the Yin-Yang Micro-Dust Sword." Duan Fenhai also spoke rarely, staring at the sky with a gloomy gaze, "but the Yin-Yang Micro-Dust Sword was forged from the beginning to control the Yin-Yang Micro-Dust Array."

“That’s right.” Lin Duanshan added, “In the ancient war between Chan and Jie, Jie used the four swords of slaying, killing and trapping to form the Immortal-Slaying Sword Formation, which killed countless Chan sword immortals.”

"Later, the Chan Sect developed the Yin-Yang Micro-Dust Formation, which was created by imitating the Jie Sect's sword formation. The Yin-Yang Micro-Dust Sword is the core of the formation, which can stimulate the powerful force of acquired yin and yang to counterattack, turning everything trapped in the formation into dust."

While the two men were explaining, Yinglong, covered in blood, had already disappeared into the clouds. He was still moving freely and without any signs of serious injury.

The lines in the sky appeared again, and this time their density was twice as much as last time, like endless sword energy, cutting straight into the clouds.

A moment later, a heavy dragon roar came from the clouds.

The outcome of the battle in the clouds is still unknown, but the Shushan disciples on the Golden Summit of Emei Mountain only saw more and more lines.

Not only was it densely packed above the Golden Dome, but it was also rapidly spreading in all directions, as if someone was scribbling in the air.

They split into two, two into four, and multiplied exponentially at a geometric rate.

They crossed the mountains, swept across the valleys, and swept past the Shushan sword immortals and the dragons who were fighting fiercely. They passed through the bodies of the sword immortals as if they were nothingness, and like sword energy with substance, they cut into the white scales and flesh of the dragons, dismembering and killing them in an instant.

It seemed like more than a quarter of an hour had passed, but also like a blink of an eye. When the Shushan disciples on the Golden Summit of Emei Mountain looked out again, they found that there was no longer any dragon between heaven and earth. Even the dark clouds in the sky were cut into pieces by dense lines, causing the golden light from the sky to scatter.

A majestic and powerful white sword light shot out from the depths of the Demon Locking Tower, penetrated into the clouds where Yinglong was previously located, and then escaped into the Demon Locking Tower again.

"Turns out it's true." Duan Fenhai was silent for a while and said in a low voice.

"What's true?" Ling Yunpo asked curiously.

"He wields the Yin-Yang Microdust Sword and spreads the Yin-Yang Microdust Array to the entire Shushan area. What rank do you think this senior has?" Lin Duanshan said with a laugh.

Ling Yunpo was silent for a moment after hearing this, and then he heard An Zhisu say beside him:

"Immortal."

"Our Shushan Shangqing Sect... and probably Kunlun and Penglai as well, all have an ancient Chan sect immortal at the Daluo Jinxian level in charge. This has been proven from today on." Lin Duanshan said with emotion, "It makes sense, after all, we are the heirs of the ancient Chan sect."

"You are confusing cause and effect." Guan Shanyue walked up the stairs and said indifferently, "It is because the Three Pure Ones inherited the tradition of the Chan Sect that the ancient Chan Sect immortals are in charge."

"It's because when the Chan sect was declining, the only three remaining ancient Chan sect immortals chose Kunlun, Shushan and Penglai respectively."

"These three sects finally survived and became the successors of the ancient Chanjiao tradition."

Everyone was speechless.

The ancient secrets that Guan Shanyue mentioned have no explicit records in the orthodox religion and are only circulated among the top immortal cultivation families. No one has ever heard of them before, but they are very reasonable when you think about it carefully.

After the fall of the ancient Xianjiao, did it just happen to be divided into three forces: Kunlun, Shushan, and Penglai? Of course not. After all, Jiejiao can be unified into five according to different paths. If Xianjiao is really divided into different schools, there must be more and more corresponding forces.

The reason why only the Sanqing sect has survived to this day is naturally because other sects of the orthodox teachings were later integrated and unified by the Sanqing orthodox sect.

"The immortal in Shushan is called 'Long Eyebrows'." Guan Shanyue continued to chat, "Of course, knowing this is meaningless. After all, he is too far away from our current level. In Shushan, apart from the head of Yujing Sect, probably only the sword masters of the various peaks have the opportunity to meet him."

"Anyway, this is a good thing." Seeing everyone's complicated and strange expressions, Ling Yunpo concluded, "With the help of an immortal, this disturbance has been eliminated without a trace, so we don't have to worry anymore."

When everyone heard this, they all praised it, saying that what Poyun Sword Immortal said made sense.

"So it's the Long-Eyebrowed Immortal." Kunlun Mirror said softly in the sea of ​​consciousness, and the tone seemed extremely complicated.

"What's wrong?" Ling Yunpo asked jokingly, "Could this long-browed immortal be an old acquaintance of yours?"

"That's not the case. When I fell into the mortal world, he probably wasn't even born yet." Kunlun Jing sighed and said, "I mean..."

"When he came out of the Demon Locking Tower with the Yin-Yang Micro-Dust Sword, I sensed that the position of the Heaven-Repairing Stone fragments also moved."

Lingyunpo: ???

"The fragment of the Sky-Repairing Stone of the Shangqing Sect of Mount Shu is in the possession of the Long-Eyebrowed Immortal who is in charge of the sect?" he asked in disbelief.

"Now it seems that it should be so." Kunlun Jing said bitterly.

"Well, Jing." Ling Yun broke the silence for a moment and said, "Can we modify our plan a little bit?"

"How do I modify it?"

"Instead of trying to get the Heaven-Repairing Stone from an immortal, I might as well go find the Long-Eyebrowed Immortal and report you to the authorities." Ling Yunpo said sternly, "Then let this Shushan ancestor be your savior to repair the sky, how about that?"

"...Although I can tell you're joking, I still want to say something." Kunlun Jing said angrily, "You are a beast, not a human!"

"Thank you for the compliment."