Shadow Mansion.
While Qin Luo and Mo Yuan were drinking, Xiao Yun brought delicacies to the pavilion, saying, "Master Qin, please enjoy your meal."
Mo Yuan raised an eyebrow and said with a smile, "Junior Sister Xiao, come and have a couple of drinks with me."
Xiao Yun, her face veiled in black, stood frozen in place, somewhat at a loss, before glaring at Mo Yuan.
Just kidding.
"snort!"
Xiao Yun fled in panic.
Mo Yuan handed Qin Luo a pair of chopsticks, his face full of enthusiasm, "Master Dao, this is a rare dragon carp from the Dragon-Raising Pool, a delicacy second only to dragon liver and phoenix marrow. Why don't you try it and see how it tastes?"
Qin Luo picked up a piece of golden fish. The fish melted in his mouth with a gentle touch, exuding a rich aroma and containing abundant spiritual energy. "It tastes good."
Mo Yuan had seen live rare dragon carp before, but this was his first time tasting one. After eating it, he couldn't help but sigh, "Now I finally understand how ordinary people feel during the New Year."
"Then eat more."
"Master Dao, I won't stand on ceremony with you."
"I know."
Qin Luo and Mo Yuan exchanged a smile.
Night had fallen, and the precious dragon carp had been eaten, mainly by Mo Yuan. Qin Luo smiled and said, "Let's go."
Mo Yuan said earnestly, "Master Dao, you have come from afar. Why don't you rest for the night and go tomorrow?"
"Now that we've eaten and drunk our fill, let's go to the Martial Arts Mystic Realm to stretch our muscles," Qin Luo said with a smile.
Mo Yuan said excitedly, "The Martial Mystic Realm is not far from the Shadow Mansion. Daoist Master, I will lead the way for you now."
Qin Luo looked at the unfinished Hundred Flowers Wine and asked, "Can I take the Hundred Flowers Wine with me?"
"Of course, no problem."
Mo Yuan poured the Hundred Flowers Wine from the jar into a wine pot. "Master Dao, if you like Hundred Flowers Wine, I can ask my grandfather to go to the Flower Goddess Temple to ask for another jar of Hundred Flowers Wine."
"No need to trouble yourself. I might visit the Flower Goddess Temple on my way to Changqingtian," Qin Luo said with a slight smile.
Qin Luo and Mo Yuan arrived at the immortal ship.
Zhong Quan bowed respectfully, "Master Dao."
Qin Luo handed the unfinished Hundred Flowers Wine to Zhong Quan, saying, "You've had a hard time following me all this way."
Zhong Quan was overjoyed, "Thank you so much, Daoist Master!"
Mo Yuan pointed north, "Master Dao, the Martial Mystic Realm is in the wasteland north of the Asura Heaven."
"Let's go to the Martial Arts Mystic Realm."
"Yes, ma'am."
The golden fairy ship transformed into a streak of light and sailed away.
Deep in the desolate wilderness north of the Asura Heaven, the world is a crimson expanse, resembling a purgatory.
Mo Yuan pointed to the crimson mountain not far away, "Master Dao, that is the Martial Mystic Realm, also known as the Martial Tomb. It is said to be the place where the Asura Martial God passed away."
Qin Luo gazed at the Martial Tomb and murmured, "To suppress the fortune of this world with one's physical body, that's impressive."
Zhong Quan moored the fairy ship near the Martial Tomb.
Mo Yuan followed Qin Luo toward the Martial Tomb. As they approached the Martial Tomb, ripples spread across the heavens and earth, and the two figures disappeared. Zhong Quan watched them enter the secret realm and quickly drank a large mouthful of Hundred Flower Wine.
"Cool!"
Zhong Quan couldn't stop smiling.
I never expected to taste something so delicious.
The Martial Mystic Realm is filled with powerful restrictions, and there is no spiritual energy within it.
Mo Yuan stood frozen in place, his legs trembling uncontrollably. He frowned and said, "It must be because I forced my way into the secret realm. I feel that the restrictions here are stronger than before."
Qin Luo sensed a strong fighting spirit. He looked up and saw a magnificent palace standing on a high mountain in the middle of the secret realm, with a thousand steps leading to the palace at the top of the mountain.
Mo Yuan noticed Qin Luo's gaze. "Master Dao, that's the Martial God Temple, the most mysterious place in the Martial God Mystic Realm. In the Martial God Mystic Realm where magic is suppressed, countless geniuses have come to the Martial God Mystic Realm from ancient times to the present, but no one has been able to reach the summit and take away the fortune of the Martial God Temple."
Qin Luo said calmly, "He's here."
Mo Yuan was at a loss.
Heavy footsteps echoed from above.
Mo Yuan looked toward the Martial God Hall, where a tall figure slowly walked over, seemingly able to support the sky, his body surrounded by flames, like a great sun, high above.
Qin Luo walked towards the direction of the Temple of Martial God.
The tall figure in front of the Martial God Hall also walked towards Qin Luo's direction. He slowly descended the steps, as if the sky were collapsing, carrying an unparalleled pressure.
Mo Yuan watched as the two figures drew closer and closer.
"Is that the God of War?"
Mo Yuan's eyes were filled with awe.
At the foot of the mountain in front of the Temple of Martial God, two figures met. Qin Luo looked at the tall figure with long, fiery red hair and could see the fighting spirit rising in those burning eyes. He smiled knowingly and extended his hand, saying, "Please!"
In an instant.
The temperature in the secret realm soared like a volcanic eruption. The God of War smiled, and the moment he clenched his fist, space distorted, and even time seemed to freeze.
Mo Yuan knelt on the ground, his forehead covered in sweat, unable to even lift his head to watch the battle.
The God of War swung his fist at Qin Luo, the fist light as bright as a blazing sun, annihilating everything in its path.
Qin Luo slowly extended a hand, his sleeves fluttering, bringing a breath of spring breeze, full of vitality.
The two figures collided. The God of War's fist technique was fierce and domineering, while Qin Luo's fist technique was natural and gentle.
The fists clashed, the air surged, and a terrifying pressure swept in all directions. Mo Yuan wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and barely managed to sit cross-legged on the ground, accepting the baptism of the two fist intents.
After an unknown amount of time, Mo Yuan, his clothes tattered and torn, covered in wounds, forced himself to lift his head and open his bloodshot eyes, watching the great battle in the distance and feeling the intent of their fists.
The God of War condensed a golden Dharma image ten thousand feet tall, standing tall and firm, and shattered the surrounding void with a single punch.
Qin Luo's Dharma form was clad in flowing white robes, his imposing figure appearing and disappearing like clouds and mist. He lightly delivered a punch.
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