Qianlong Abyss is a very famous aquatic spiritual land in Nanzhanzhou. According to legend, long ago, a dragon and snake lurked in this abyss. When heaven and earth interacted and a rainstorm struck, it drew upon the power of heaven and earth and bathed in the tribulation lightning of the nine heavens, thus shedding its snake body and transforming into a true dragon.
These vast swamps and abysses, large enough to transform dragons and snakes, were once controlled by the dragon race. However, with the rise of the human race, a large number of spiritual mountains and waters came under human control. Even the dragon race, an ancient species that has been powerful since ancient times, chose to retreat and gave up many places.
But at this moment, above this once vibrant and misty swamp, a river of blood surges, a chilling wind blows, a fierce aura permeates the air, and countless ghostly corpses appear and disappear.
In this vast ghost realm, which resembles the underworld descending to earth, one can see sword energy crisscrossing and clear light sweeping across the land. Wherever it goes, withered bones fly and ghosts wail mournfully.
A powerful being is fighting here!
However, although the battle was incredibly powerful and its aftershocks swept across the surrounding area, leaving the sky cloudless, the nearest abyss at the bottom of the abyss remained completely unaffected.
Not only were the hundreds of islands in the lake undamaged, but even the ripples on the water's surface moved as usual, as if the great battle above was merely an illusion.
Above, in the higher heavens, Zhao Junxian, standing on the golden rainbow bridge, looked down at the battle below. He had originally only intended to watch the spectacle and broaden his horizons.
The fight below might seem like a battle between esoteric sword cultivators slaying demons to the uninitiated, but anyone with a little knowledge and discernment can tell that it's clearly just two old friends who have known each other for a long time having a bit of fun.
Therefore, Zhao Junxian had no intention of intervening. He simply stood high in the sky, listening to the two old cultivators below who had already embarked on the path of immortality stirring up trouble. Hearing their undisguised shouts and whispers, his expression gradually changed.
"Feng Bingwen!"
Upon hearing the key name, Zhao Junxian's previously indifferent expression changed instantly, and her eyes narrowed slightly.
If he wasn't mistaken, the two seniors below were from the Netherworld Path and the Heavenly Sword Path, respectively, and the reason they were fighting here was for the disciple he had raised.
After learning the reason for the battle below, Zhao Junxian couldn't stay still any longer. He could no longer sit up there leisurely and watch the show with a clear conscience. He had become the one getting caught up in the drama.
The golden rainbow bridge beneath his feet suddenly shone with divine light, tilting slightly. Vast golden light pierced into the abyss of water, filling the air with yin energy and causing sword energy to surge. Most of the aftershocks of the battle were suppressed.
The golden light descending from the sky immediately caused both sides to stop fighting, looking at the young man who was stepping down the golden path with surprise.
"Supreme Daoist, Zhao Junxian, greets all seniors!"
He was a refined and handsome young man, dressed in white, his eyes shining brightly, occasionally flashing with divine light. He stood on the golden road, like an immortal descending to earth. At this moment, he was respectful and polite, not to that one person, but to this whole world.
Although at first glance it appears that only two powerful beings are fighting, countless other great cultivators are hidden among the surrounding mountains, rivers, and even in the void, watching the spectacle unfold.
At this moment, Zhao Junxian descended and performed this salute. Many great cultivators who were originally watching the spectacle felt embarrassed to hide and showed themselves, not only to give face to this junior who was destined to become an immortal, but also to show respect to the Supreme Dao behind him.
In an instant, a divine rainbow hung in the sky, ethereal immortal energy wafted, blood energy surged like a dragon, blazing like the sun, a cold wind howled, and a biting wind chilled to the bone... One after another, great cultivators, each with their own unique abilities and whose slight fluctuations gave people a sense of terror, appeared.
“I have long heard of the name of Zhao Zhenchuan of the Supreme Dao. I thought it was an exaggeration, but after meeting you today, I can see that the rumors are not exaggerated at all, and may even be more so.”
A young man wearing a golden crown and a brocade robe stepped out from the crowd. Judging from his face and clothes alone, one might mistake him for a prince or nobleman born into a wealthy and powerful family.
However, he was surrounded by thousands of ghosts, surrounded by deathly aura, and the wind howled. From a distance, he did not look like a noble young master at all, but was clearly a fierce ghost king.
His words were not mere flattery, but heartfelt praise. Although the young man's cultivation level was not as high as his, he could tell from the "Qi" in the young man's body that the boy was ready to undergo tribulation at any time and reach the same level as him.
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"You're too kind, senior."
Zhao Junxian handled the situation calmly. As the chief disciple of the Supreme Dao who had not yet stepped down, or what ordinary cultivators would call a Dao Child, such scenes were all too common for him.
"Throughout the nine continents of humanity, among your contemporaries, there is none who can rival you!"
"Senior is too kind. Fellow Daoist Shao Heng of the Tianyan Dao is almost flawless in his divination skills... Fellow Daoist Zhang Xuanguan of the Guangyuan Dao... and..."
What do you do when surrounded by a group of old guys praising you? It's simple: just praise each and every one of the most outstanding people of your generation, and you'll be fine.
"Zhao Daozi".
The previous remarks were just formalities; everyone flattered each other to avoid awkwardness. Now we'll get down to business.
"I wonder if you have come to Hidden Dragon Abyss on important business?"
As soon as he finished speaking, nearly ten Human Immortals and more than twenty Core Formation cultivators all turned their gazes to Zhao Junxian.
In their eyes, the appearance of this chief disciple of the Supreme Dao here was far too abrupt; almost no one could have predicted it.
After all, once you leave the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, no matter how you entered, you will inevitably appear in the Hidden Dragon Abyss. But what does this have to do with the Supreme Dao? Although they are all from the younger generation, Zhao Junxian is completely beyond the scope of the Dao. All those he just praised wouldn't be enough for him to defeat alone.
"Zhao Junxian!"
Unlike the Heavenly Sword Sect's Qinghong Sword Master, whose eyes held a hint of doubt and curiosity, the Netherworld Path's Yougui Mountain Master was somewhat nervous, not out of fear of this true disciple of the Supreme Path.
Although the other party's potential will inevitably surpass his in the future, he currently has the Netherworld Path standing behind him, so there is no need to fear the other party.
His concern stemmed from his investigation of Feng Bingwen, who had come into contact with this true disciple of the Supreme Dao when he was young. If nothing unexpected happened, it was this true disciple who led him onto the path of Dao. And the sudden appearance of this person was most likely related to Feng Bingwen.
"I have come here to guide my disciple. Seniors, please forgive me if I have caused any disturbance!"
Zhao Junxian was tall and slender, with a graceful demeanor and a powerful, dragon-like aura that remained hidden. Even when facing numerous immortals, he remained neither arrogant nor humble, and remained calm and composed.
"A disciple to guide you? Who is your disciple?"
Not only the Ghost, but even the Master of the Clear Rainbow Sword realized that the Supreme Dao was a pure and upright human clan. Those who could enter the mountain gate must be human. At this time, among all the geniuses in the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, only the one who called himself a rogue cultivator, Feng Bingwen, had an unknown background.
"Feng Bingwen!"
Zhao Junxian replied with a smile.
"What? Feng Bingwen is your disciple?"
"That makes sense!"
"This Feng Bingwen is probably the next Dao Child of the Supreme Dao. In that case, it's not unjust for the Dao Child in the Heavenly Sword to lose."
Upon hearing this, exclamations of surprise erupted from the sky above the vast abyss.
Most of them were human beings who had entered the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, such as geniuses, masters, or elders like their fathers; otherwise, they wouldn't have had the time to come to this great abyss to guard it.
It was precisely because of this that they also used the methods of their respective sects to see the battle between Feng Bingwen and the Daoist of the Heavenly Sword Sect from the perspective of their disciples and nephews, and witnessed the amazing talent and aptitude of the young man who called himself a rogue cultivator.
They were initially quite astonished by the performance of this mere rogue cultivator, but when the current Daoist disciple of the Supreme Dao stepped forward and said that the cultivator was his disciple, all the inconsistencies suddenly became clear and they felt relieved.
However, while some outrageous things became reasonable, things that were originally normal became outrageous again.
How did the true teachings of the Supreme Dao end up in the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, and how did they so brazenly receive all sorts of arrangements and opportunities left behind by their ancestors?
Many eyes, seemingly casually, fell upon the Ghost Mountain Lord, who represented the Netherworld Path. He was the young man in brocade robes who resembled a noble scion of a prominent family.
The immortal's face turned extremely ugly at this moment, revealing his extremely bad mood.
Meanwhile, the Qinghong Sword Master, who had been vying with him, also had a rather interesting expression on his face, but he quickly regained his composure and stared at the Yougui Mountain Master with a gloating and amused look, intending to just watch the show.
If the exceptionally talented Feng Bingwen were a rogue cultivator, he wouldn't recommend using any tricks to try and recruit such a talent into the sect. But since he was a seed of immortality secretly cultivated by the Supreme Dao, there was no need to compete for him.
However, although we don't intend to kidnap anyone, some things need to be made clear. Only human prodigies who conform to certain ideals can enter the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths.
“Master Zhao, this Feng Bingwen is a promising immortal being chosen by my Netherworld Sect. We spent a considerable amount of money to send him to the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths. You claim he is your disciple, but do you have any proof?”
The Lord of Ghost Mountain had a deep and solemn gaze, and his aura was obscure. The thousands of ghosts surrounding him sensed the subtle change in his emotions and immediately began to howl. Instantly, a gloomy wind swept through the area, and deathly energy filled the air, as if they had fallen into the underworld.
"Why would I need evidence? I can simply verify it with my disciple when he comes out."
Zhao Junxian sensed the change in the atmosphere. The admiring gazes that had been filled with praise had now turned into scrutiny, suspicion, and even a hint of hostility.
He could understand this change in emotion. After all, from the outside, it was clear that the Supreme Dao had schemed against the Netherworld Dao, sending a Dao Child-level prodigy into the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths.
Feng Bingwen said he was a rogue cultivator!
"At that time, he had not yet begun his cultivation of Qi, so I only passed on 100,000 Daoist scriptures to him and did not bring him back to the mountain gate!"
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