Amidst towering mountains and deep valleys, life thrives, lush and verdant, devoid of birds and beasts, all because of a hemispherical "bowl" inverted on its surface, its color deep and dark, emanating a ghostly aura of death, yet revealing nothing of its interior.
"This is the great supernatural power of the Netherworld Path, the Ghost Kingdom in the Palm of One's Hand?"
"Wasn't it supposed to be the Ghost Kingdom in the Palm of Your Hand? How did it end up on the ground?"
Some people looked at the ghost kingdom that had fallen to the ground and couldn't help but question it.
"It's just a figure of speech, just like those bald monks in Buddhism. They call themselves nice, but apart from the legendary Buddha, which other Buddha could hold the Buddhist kingdom in the palm of his hand?"
"I've heard that only by making every spirit in the Ghost Kingdom completely submit and by controlling every part of the Ghost Kingdom can one shrink it and hold it in the palm of one's hand. It's a legendary thing that only a great being like Buddha, who has reached the highest level, can do."
"Isn't the direction you're focusing on a bit too strange? Is this the important point? What's going on with this Netherworld Dao Child? Is this a divine ability that can be cultivated right now?"
Another person couldn't help but speak up, bringing the focus of the discussion back to the center that should be the focus.
"That's right, the Dao Child of the Netherworld Path is exceptionally talented, but the Ghost Kingdom in the Palm is a divine ability that can only be cultivated by those at the Human Immortal realm. Even if she were to advance one realm and be able to cultivate it at the Yuan Dan realm, I would barely accept it. But she is currently at the Transcendent Realm. How could she possibly cultivate this divine ability? She wouldn't even be able to cultivate it enough by training herself!"
When faced with something beyond comprehension, even a prodigy with a much broader perspective than ordinary cultivators will raise questions, because it is too outrageous and unacceptable.
To transcend two realms and cultivate supernatural powers—what does that mean? It's like someone using a dozen pieces of wood to build a magnificent palace—it's utterly absurd.
"Did your Netherworld Daoist's Dao Child break through to the Yuan Dan Realm? Did you deliberately suppress your cultivation before entering the secret realm, and then break through directly after entering?"
Some people thought of a more acceptable possibility, since there were precedents for it.
The Nine Heavens and Ten Earths are used to strengthen the foundation of exceptionally talented juniors who are currently building their foundation. Naturally, there are requirements for the cultivation level for those who enter. For those who have already formed their Yuan Dan and whose cultivation path is basically set, entering will not bring much change.
Immediately, everyone's gaze fell on a young man riding on a ferocious bone beast. He was an unremarkable prodigy, and his aura was extremely concealed. At first glance, he seemed like an ordinary person.
"If Senior Sister Situ breaks through, a tribulation lightning will surely descend. Has any of you sensed the aura of the tribulation lightning?"
Suddenly becoming the focus of everyone's attention, the young man frowned slightly and asked in an extremely calm manner, and immediately all the gazes shifted away.
"Indeed, with our aptitude, once we form our core, it will surely be a top-grade Golden Core. With the Netherworld Dao Child's aptitude, if she breaks through in the secret realm, we will definitely be able to sense it."
"But isn't this just too unreasonable?"
Some people showed expressions of disbelief. If this was true and there was no other hidden reason, then the gap between these geniuses and Daoists was far too great.
"They've already used their supernatural powers, so what's unreasonable about it? Existence is its own justification."
"I'm saying, shouldn't you bring out your most treasured possessions? We're all gathered here, and we can't see anything!"
A proud young man riding a dragon horse pointed to the dark, upside-down "bowl" lying on the ground.
"Hey, these kinds of things, it's all about skill!"
Someone scoffed and completely ignored it.
Although most people couldn't see anything, more and more human prodigies, having received the news, were arriving on the outskirts of this desolate mountain range.
Even at the very end, a chilling sword aura swept across the sky, finally landing and transforming into a handsome man with sword-like eyebrows and bright eyes, dressed in simple clothes and straw sandals—it was none other than the Heavenly Sword Daoist.
As soon as this Daoist who had once been defeated by Feng Bingwen arrived, many eyes involuntarily fell on his calm face. Although the scene was silent, it was obvious that those who knew each other were communicating intensely through telepathy.
"Has this one arrived as well?"
"Of course he has to be there! The clash between the Netherworld Dao Child and the next Supreme Dao Child is of paramount importance to him. If that Supreme Dao Child loses, then he will also lose to the Netherworld Dao Child."
"I previously thought that this Heavenly Sword Daoist was unparalleled in swordsmanship, and that no one in the same realm could withstand his sharpness, but now it seems that I was wrong!"
"There are too many ruthless people in our generation. The Heavenly Sword Dao Child has already become a monster by cultivating a first-grade extraordinary phenomenon, but I never expected that the Netherworld Dao Child would be so unreasonable, even cultivating the Ghost Kingdom!"
“That’s right. Don’t be fooled by the fact that this Daoist lost. If you were to challenge him, you might not even be able to withstand a single sword strike.”
Qin Tianque stood in the void, his aura completely intact. He could sense that the gazes directed at him no longer held the same awe and admiration as before, but he remained unmoved. He simply stared at the "ghost kingdom" before him, his gaze seemingly piercing through the barriers and revealing the scene within.
"You guys? How can you be so petty? Watch me."
Suddenly, a reprimanding voice rang out, and then a handsome young man with a tall hat and wide belt waved his hand and threw out a precious mirror. On the back of the mirror were engraved all the spirits of heaven and earth, birds and beasts, and everything else. It was quite extraordinary.
Brother Ji, your righteousness is truly admirable!
Thank you!
"This man is a true disciple of the Sect of Ten Thousand Spirits; he is indeed a gentleman."
Exclamations of admiration rang out one after another. Even the most outstanding talents admired such a generous and magnanimous person. Who wouldn't like someone like that?
As the precious mirror hovered in the air, a dark scene appeared in the mirror as a chaotic color flickered. There, one could see the dead souls surging like a tide, and the thunder crisscrossing, slaying ghosts and evil spirits.
"They're out!"
"Finally, I saw it."
"This is not a good situation!"
The geniuses present, even their recently tamed mounts and spirit pets, all possessed extraordinary origins and broad vision. They immediately recognized the embarrassing state of Feng Bingwen, who appeared imposing in the mirror.
"That Netherworld Dao Child didn't even move!"
"It's over, this Supreme Daoist Master is going to lose!"
"Hiss~ This Netherworld Dao Child is so bloodthirsty! How many alien races has she killed? How did she manage to control so many vengeful spirits!"
The prodigies discussed among themselves, with many of them putting themselves in one of the camps. After only a moment of mental deduction, they arrived at a conclusion that left them speechless.
The battle between these two Daoists was very simple and straightforward, without any fancy techniques involved. One used the Ghost Kingdom to intimidate others, while the other possessed powerful magic. Both were upright and righteous, and even if one knew the truth, there was no way to counter them. One could only confront them head-on.
"We're doomed! This is so boring!"
Some people, upon seeing this, shook their heads and prepared to leave, believing the outcome was a foregone conclusion.
"Lose? This is nothing!"
Ji Changqing, who had taken the initiative to livestream for the geniuses present, sneered. He had been somewhat worried, but when he saw Feng Bingwen alone, tightly holding a small deer, his heart was completely at ease.
"Having come to this point, what other tricks does Feng Bingwen have up his sleeve?"
"Where is the spirit of this Supreme Daoist?"
Someone realized that something was missing.
The next moment
hold head high!
A long and stirring dragon roar resounded, and a chilling vapor surged forth along with it, causing some of the weaker individuals to shiver.
Then, everyone saw that at the boundary between heaven and earth in the distance, dark clouds rolled and thunder roared, and a long, winding dragon shadow moved through it, with only its scales and claws visible as it swam.
"It's Feng Daozi's water spirit!"
When some people saw the purple-striped black dragon that came carrying wind and thunder and accompanied by dark clouds, their faces lit up with surprise and they couldn't help but shout out.
The next moment, from another direction, a figure comparable to mountains and rivers strode in. With each step, the earth trembled slightly at a visible speed. Its enormous size and astonishing power made many people turn their heads.
"This is comparable to that Luneburg giant!"
"Is this an earth spirit? When did its body become so big?"
Some people looked at the giant, whose entire body was crystal clear and shimmering with amber light, their brows furrowed. They wondered if it was just their imagination, but they felt that this giant seemed much stronger than the one they had seen before.
"Fire Spirit!"
In the sky, the fire spirit, resembling a blazing sun, was the third to appear. However, after its appearance, it arrived first, leaving a long, lingering crimson rainbow in the sky before crashing into the ghost kingdom.
Meanwhile, in the Ghost Kingdom, Feng Bingwen had already leveled the forest built from bones, flesh, and souls, and he had wiped out tens of thousands of vengeful spirits with his thunder magic.
But this is not the end, but only the beginning. In the sky, a chain was shattered by divine light, turning into countless bone fragments that fell to the ground. Immediately, new chains would be generated, as if they were endless.
The same applies to vengeful spirits. When the area in front of them is razed to the ground, new vengeful spirits will emerge from the surrounding void, and from the white bones on the ground, dead spirits will also rise up.
"boring!"
The opponent's intention was obvious: to deplete his magical power and then easily defeat him.
But Feng Bingwen scoffed at this, thinking that trying to exhaust him was a pipe dream. He was just using cheat codes to cultivate immortality; who isn't a cheater?
"kill!"
A crimson divine light flashed across the sky, accompanied by a loud shout. A sun appeared above the dome of the Ghost Kingdom, instantly dimming the starry sky.
"Master, I've arrived!"
The sky above the Ghost Kingdom shattered, and a majestic dragon crashed through it, falling into the Ghost Kingdom. Then, a huge head emerged from the broken part of the dragon's body, and the radiant yellow child stared at the figure that was just as tall as him.
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