"Oh?" Zhang narrowed his eyes, "Are you talking about that initial Preacher you mentioned before, who claimed to be the 'Great Dao Ancestor'?"

"You're very perceptive."

The Saint King took a deep breath, exhaling to fill the void with a splendid and dazzling galaxy, which then disappeared instantly. He slowly said,

"This person is hidden too deeply; they must be of ill intent."

The Saint King suddenly turned his head and looked forward-right.

A mass of Yin Fire drifted between Heaven and Earth, transforming into a human-shaped Dharma Form. The Daoist Robe fluttered, the face was indistinct, but the divine patterns at the center of the eyebrows were exceptionally clear, exuding silent authority with contained ferocity, and the voice was hoarse:

"Quickly retreat; this place is not for beings like you to enter!"

The voice wasn't loud, yet it sounded like a muffled thunder, resonating directly in everyone's heart, causing a natural fear to arise within them, the surrounding Dao Light rippling with waves.

"Accumulated imperial Qi—it's no wonder it's so imposing." The Saint King slowly said, "Interesting, what changes have occurred in the Netherworld Soil? Such tremendous transformation, no wonder Cangqing hasn't returned."

Zhang raised his hand; behind him, Feng Ming understood earlier and had already communicated.

"Who dares to block the way!" Feng Ming's figure surged, the Dao Rhyme raging, surging like tides, appearing instantly in front of the Yin Fire Dharma Aspect.

The Saint King's hand, just about to rise, paused, glancing at Zhang.

The group of All Saints all widened their eyes, secretly cursing this fellow, as the other side had not even spoken a word to them, yet was so sycophantic!

Even the supportive Kong Ming couldn't help but slightly open his mouth, until he learned from those around about Feng Ming's identity and his relationship with Zhang, he suddenly understood.

Seeing Feng Ming actively rush forward, the Yin Fire Dharma Aspect roared in fury:

"Courting death!"

A Divine Artifact Cauldron manifested between Heaven and Earth, descending upon Feng Ming's head, suppressing Qi Fortune and weakening his Merit!

Even though Feng Ming was an Innate Divine Bird, blessed with Merit, being careless for a moment, he couldn't quite withstand it. The Merit poured into the Void like a flood, causing Feng Ming's expression to slightly change.

He was not unacquainted with Divine Power Techniques related to Merit, but the opponent's techniques were unseen before. The cauldron descended, the Void was imprisoned, making it difficult for him to escape for a time.

Behind him, a crowd of True Saints mostly wrinkled their brows, recalling if such methods had appeared historically.

"Techniques of the Divine Dao." The Saint King suddenly spoke, stepping forward, coldly said, "Reducing Merit, cutting off Qi Fortune, ultimately falling into the Heavenly Person Five Decays, tainted by the Killing Tribulation, it has been a long time since I've seen it."

Golden Light soared to the heavens, as the Saint King punched, Heavenly Divine Light enveloped Heaven and Earth, reaching the extreme of domineering, directly confronting the Divine Artifact Cauldron manifested by the opponent.

This punch made Heaven and Earth tremble; the opponent's Yin Fire swayed, the cauldron flickered and neared collapsing.

Amidst a clear cry of Feng Ming, with killing intent, Feng Ming flapped his wings, soaring to the sky, then swooping down for the kill!

The Dharma Form delineated by Yin Fire instantly collapsed between Heaven and Earth.

The opponent had already vanished, but Feng Ming's fierce aura remained.

At this point.

Zhang appeared behind Feng Ming, pointed at his brow, and Infinite Wisdom Light took root there, sweeping away the dazedness, allowing Feng Ming to return to normal.

At this moment, Feng Ming fearfully said, "What bizarre method is this, able to invade my Primordial Spirit so easily and affect my True Self spiritual light!"

Zhang said nothing; he looked forward.

As they ventured deeper, having gone who knows how far, ahead, rippling water waves glowed with gold, accompanied by swirling Yin Fire, vaguely forming, outlining a Misty Realm.

"May I ask World Venerable." Kong Ming took a step forward, respectfully inquiring, "Is this place the disaster of Returning to Truth?"