Master Wuchen calmed the crowd down and explained:
"No, Mu Feng is the chosen one."
Any talented cultivator will inevitably gather around him.
Unfortunately, Mu Feng was unlucky; he always seemed to encounter scumbags who tried to take advantage of him.
Hearing Wuchen's explanation, the cultivators breathed a sigh of relief.
Wuchen always keeps his word.
What he said must be true.
Master Wuchen waved his sleeve and addressed the crowd:
"Let's go, let's set off immediately for Rising Dragon Road!"
"Alright! Let's go!"
Without a Dao heart, one cannot condense a nascent soul.
Currently, there is only one Nascent Soul cultivator on the Tianyan Continent: Daoist Wuchen.
Dark clouds loomed over the city, threatening to crush it. The assembled hundred men flew in a mighty procession towards Zhuoyangchuan.
But before they could get close, they were stopped.
A group of Nascent Soul elders from different factions flew in from all directions and blocked the way.
Who has approached Zhuoyangchuan?
Zhao Linlin drew her flying sword, her fighting spirit soaring:
"Get out of my way! Anyone who blocks my path will die!"
For a moment, tensions rose between the two sides.
Several hundred cultivators from both sides were suspended in mid-air.
Song Chen's master, Ye Lian, stepped forward and said loudly:
"Everyone, let's not keep the matter of the fake Nascent Soul cultivator a secret."
Now we know the conspiracy of the Tianyan Continent and the truth about the Immortal Realm Grand Competition.
If you travel with us, you will have another chance to reach the Nascent Soul stage.
If you become our enemy, you'll be a lackey for life, and you'll just have to wait to die.
With a flick of his sleeve, Yelian sent the jade slip he had prepared earlier flying toward the cultivator opposite him.
This jade slip contains Zhao Ziyi's message.
These elders all remembered Song Chen and Zhao Ziyi.
These two are the top two winners in this year's Immortal Realm Grand Competition, currently enjoying great popularity.
Who knew they would disappear for so long?
Have the top three finishers in each previous Immortal Realm Grand Competition also disappeared?
After reviewing the information on the jade slip, the fake Nascent Soul elders who had blocked their way fell silent.
They deliberately parted to make way for Master Wuchen and his group.
As Yelian flew forward, he glanced back once more.
"If you want to travel with us, then follow behind us."
And so, more and more cultivators gathered behind Master Wuchen.
This resistance force grew stronger and stronger.
Whenever monks tried to stop them.
Yelian then cunningly persuaded them to join him.
finally.
When they were only an hour away from Zhuoyangchuan.
A Nascent Soul cultivator has appeared.
The three Nascent Soul cultivators stationed at Zhuoyangchuan instantly teleported to the front of the group.
The Nascent Soul cultivator standing on the right asked calmly:
Why have you come here?
Elder Wuchen said calmly:
"In order to resist, in order to uncover the truth."
The bell-bearing cultivator standing in the middle couldn't help but laugh upon hearing this.
He laughed loudly as he rang the bell in his hand.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
"Haha, do you think that having more people means you can get things done?"
This death knell will be tolled for you ahead of time.
Faced with absolute power, you small fry can't harm me at all.
The sound of the bell reached the ears of all the cultivators.
The cultivators with lower cultivation levels were already spitting out blood and staggering as they meditated to regulate their breathing.
Even the fake Nascent Soul cultivator felt his blood surging within him, and feared that if he heard a few more sounds, he would vomit blood uncontrollably.
But the true Nascent Soul cultivator, Daoist Wuchen, smiled slightly, his clean and handsome face revealing clear and calm eyes.
"You're wrong. Your only opponent has always been me."
Upon hearing this, the bell-bearing cultivator gave Wuchen a careful look.
Then, he laughed wildly and defiantly:
"You? What makes you think you can kill me? Who in this Tianyan Continent can kill me?"
They are nothing but pets!
How are they different from cattle and sheep?
Wuchen was not angry when he heard this, and he didn't even draw his sword.
He was dressed in white, standing on the void, and simply raised a palm.
"If you wish to advance to the Nascent Soul stage, you must possess a Dao heart. Do you know why I possess a Dao heart?"
The bell-bearing cultivator's smile vanished. He looked at Wuchen and said sarcastically:
"You remain so calm in the face of trouble. Should I say you are ignorant and audacious, or that you overestimate your abilities?"
Are you an elder of Langya Academy?
Your Langya Academy's patriarch, Wufeng, died under my death knell, and you will be no exception!
Even if you exaggerate the power of Dao Heart, it can only increase your strength.
The Tianyan Continent has no Dao Heart; even if it does, it's worthless.
The fake Nascent Soul cultivators behind Wuchen were furious upon hearing this.
Their lineage was interrupted, and they lacked the Dao heart; it was actually a deliberate scheme by a Nascent Soul cultivator!
Zhao Linlin murmured:
"Could it be that Dean Pei is in cahoots with them?"
The bell-bearing cultivator, hearing Zhao Linlin's murmurs, laughed arrogantly:
"All the Nascent Soul Ancestors of all forces on the Tianyan Continent are cultivators of my Tianyi Sect! Without exception!"
Since you bunch of small fry have gathered together, let's attack Zhuoyangchuan.
"Then let me show you the power of the Nascent Soul cultivators of my Heavenly One Sect!"
The bell-bearing cultivator used his magic to ring the bell in his hand.
"Thump! Thump!"
Two bells rang out, but the sound did not harm the cultivators.
But the sound was faint and carried far away.
Before long, after each breath, a powerful figure would appear behind the bell-bearing cultivator.
There are a total of 48 factions, large and small, on the Tianyan Continent.
There are thirteen academies, twenty sects, nine great families, and six dynasties.
Apart from Wu Feng, who had already died, all 47 powerful patriarchs appeared, including Pei Yuan, the patriarch of Xianhe Garden.
Behind Wuchen, chaos erupted.
The fake Nascent Soul cultivators were furious, trembling with rage.
Their sect's patriarch actually appeared behind the bell-bearing cultivator!
Before long, a total of 50 Nascent Soul cultivators stood in the air, their bodies surging with spiritual energy, their figures upright, and their aura overwhelming.
The Nascent Soul cultivators stood on the opposite side of more than five hundred cultivators.
The bell-bearing cultivator looked at Wuchen and laughed arrogantly:
"Now, do you still have a chance of winning?"
I do not fight unprepared battles, and if you think you can win by sheer numbers, that's no longer possible!
If you surrender now, I may spare your lives so that the spiritual energy of the continent will not diminish.
Immortal life is imprisoned in the Zhuoyangchuan dungeon!
Wu Chen remained calm, a smile playing on his lips, and repeated the sentence once more:
"Your only opponent is me."
Wuchen raised his right hand, palm down.
His voice wasn't loud, but it reached the ears of all the monks.
"There are 3,600 kinds of Taoist minds, and each person holds onto one of them."
My Dao heart is an innate Dao heart, named Nirvana.
From the moment I was born, I possessed a unique skill called "Peace for All Beings."
After calmly finishing speaking, Wuchen pressed his palm down.
Instantly, a white halo shot out from Wuchen's palm and spread rapidly.
The white halo expanded rapidly with unstoppable force.
They swept it out quickly.
This white halo grew larger and faster, spreading outwards and encompassing all living beings on the Tianyan Continent.
In just a few breaths, all the cultivators felt their spiritual energy completely depleted.
The nascent soul perishes, the golden core shatters, the foundation collapses, and the qi cultivation dissipates.
The bell-bearer roared in terror:
"My spiritual energy! My nascent soul! My cultivation level!"
"Help me! Please!"
"Aaaaaah! I don't want to die!"
The cultivators, who had been suspended in mid-air by relying on their cultivation, began to fall uncontrollably after the spiritual energy dissipated. Below them lay a vast ancient forest.
Wuchen stretched out his left hand and released a wisp of spiritual energy, which carried more than five hundred of his own cultivators to a distance, where they slowly descended.
As for those Nascent Soul cultivators, unattended, falling from a height of ten thousand meters, there is only one fate: to be shattered to pieces.
The white halo rapidly contracted upon touching the barrier of the Tianyan Continent.
The surging spiritual energy, like a towering wave, transformed the blue sky into a sky full of rolling golden light, rushing towards Wuchen from all directions.
Wuchen quickly ran into the distance, away from the crowd.
When spiritual energy fills your body.
As the lightning tribulation began, thunderclouds quickly filled the sky, which stretched for tens of thousands of miles.
It seems they won't stop until they've cleaved Wuchen to death.
Wuchen, dressed in a white robe, looked up at the sky without any fear.
Come on! I am ready too.
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