Facing the oncoming storm, Zheng Yi gave a faint smile and swiftly formed a mystical hand sign with one hand.

Strangely enough, his hand sign appeared extraordinarily bizarre, shaped like a lotus flower, exuding an eerie aura.

Surges of strange vibrations transmitted through his spell.

Soon, a phantasmal white lotus shadow appeared in his hand.

In an instant, the air seemed to freeze, time slowed at that moment.

Zheng Yi hovered above Celestial Longevity Mountain, eyes closed, breathing steadily.

As the spell in his hand quietly transformed, the void behind him suddenly twisted, and a giant lotus shadow slowly emerged.

It was woven from countless tiny rays of light, emitting a faint radiance, sacred and solemn.

The lotus shadow continuously rotated and gradually consolidated into a blazing white flame; this was the legendary Purifying World Holy Fire.

Sparks flickered in the flame, as if containing the power of heaven and earth.

It was unlike ordinary fire, burning without a trace of smoke or dust, only exuding a holy aura that purified the soul.

Zheng Yi opened his eyes, and a gleam shot out, shining brightly with the Purifying World Holy Fire.

With a light shout, the flame suddenly expanded, transforming into a white light wave that spread in all directions.

The flame, upon contact with the storm, burst into a fierce blaze.

The numerous Wind Blades were also ignited by the strange white flame, rapidly spreading and burning.

Upon seeing the white lotus shadow and the white flame capable of burning even the Wind Blade’s spiritual qi, Old Demon Feng’s pupils shrank sharply, exclaiming in horror, "This, this... Purifying World Holy Fire!"

"White Lotus Sect!"

"You are from the White Lotus Sect!"

"How is it possible!"

Hearing Old Demon Feng’s exclamation, Zheng Yi said indifferently, "The White Lotus Sect? It has long been eradicated by me. What is surprising about me knowing the White Lotus Sect’s magic?"

After more than ten years of secluded cultivation, besides practicing the Great Five Elements Life and Death Scripture, he also practiced the White Lotus Sect’s cultivation techniques.

The White Lotus Scripture!

Moreover, after obtaining Bai Cangmu’s storage bag, he acquired the White Lotus Eternal Life Sect’s sect’s divine skill, the White Lotus Eternal Life Scripture!

The combination of the two allowed Zheng Yi’s divine thought to grow rapidly.

Simultaneously, through mutual verification, he mastered several powerful spells.

The Purifying World Holy Fire was one of them!

"Boom!"

The holy fire surged, and the storm summoned by Old Demon Feng was being visibly consumed.

Or rather, the spiritual qi that comprised the storm was being relentlessly invaded by the Purifying World Holy Fire.

In just a few moments, the curved moon blade hidden in the storm revealed its true form.

Zheng Yi pointed ahead, a flash of black lightning streaked through the air, almost instantly striking the curved moon blade.

"Clang!!!"

A crisp vibrating sound echoed, and the green light and black lightning in mid-air flickered wildly, almost covering half the sky.

"Damn it...! What kind of person is this Emperor Zhengyong, how is his cultivation and strength so formidable!"

Feeling the intense tremors and pressure emanating from the surroundings, Old Demon Feng’s heart was filled with shock and bitterness.

He initially thought that this Emperor Zhengyong was merely newly entering the Foundation Establishment Stage, and even if he had the Mountain Protection Array and his subordinates’ assistance, he could still handle a few moves with confidence.

Unexpectedly, his strength was so formidable!

The sheer fluctuation of magical power felt several times stronger than his own!

If this battle continued, he was definitely not a match!

Thinking of this, a trace of retreat emerged in his heart.

His lifespan was limited, now over one hundred and sixty years old, still hoping to live a few more years, paving the way for his disciples and bloodline.

If not, he wouldn’t have left seclusion, taking such a huge risk to come to the Great Yu Imperial City’s Celestial Longevity Mountain, to contend for this holy land of cultivation!

Now it seems, he can only...

"Crack...!"

Just then, he suddenly heard a crisp cracking sound.

At the same time, a stabbing pain transmitted through his divine thought.

It was... the Wind God Blade spiritually connected with his mind!

This Wind God Blade, a lifebound magical artifact he had nurtured for over a hundred years, how could it be so quickly...

"Crack, crack, crack...!"

Before he could react, the Wind God Blade, which had been clashing with the Thunderfire Sword, sent another flurry of crisp shattering sounds, making his whole body jerk violently, spewing a mouthful of blood.

"Stop, stop!"

"Emperor Zhengyong, I am willing to join the Great Yu Immortal Dynasty, I plead with Fellow Daoist to stop!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the Thunderfire Sword, which had been entangled with the Wind God Blade, suddenly came to a halt.

The Wind God Blade, now covered in numerous cracks, whistled back into Old Demon Feng’s hand, and he tenderly caressed it, his eyes full of sympathy.

Zheng Yi slowly floated over, looking indifferently at Feng Yunzi.

"Offer up your Power of Divine Soul as a tribute to our Great Yu Immortal Dynasty."

"Otherwise, Fellow Daoist Feng Yunzi, you will not leave Celestial Longevity Mountain."

"Sigh..."

Feng Yunzi sighed deeply, glanced helplessly at the surrounding environment, and gritted his teeth, "Damn it, Tieguan Daoist... such harm!"

Seeing Zheng Yi continue to approach, he let out a bitter chuckle and lowered his guard.

For Emperor Zhengyong to kill him, it would take barely any effort.

He was now like a fish on the chopping block, with no choice at all.

Having no alternative, he opened his mouth and said, "Emperor of Great Yu... this old man is willing to offer up his Power of Divine Soul."

The moment he finished speaking, he swiftly formed a spell with his right hand, then pointed his sword-like fingers steadily at his forehead.

"Ah...!"

An oppressed scream escaped from his mouth.

The pain of the soul being stripped away is something half the people can’t endure.

But Old Demon Feng, being a Foundation Establishment Cultivator, managed to endure the pain.

From Zheng Yi’s perspective, he saw Old Demon Feng point at his forehead, then his face was filled with an expression of struggle.

Not long after, he suddenly opened his eyes wide.

His hands tugged hard forward, as if he was extracting something.

Soon, he pulled out a strand of ghostly dark light from his forehead.

This black light twisted like a small snake.

Under Old Demon Feng’s tugging, it wriggled slowly, looking very peculiar.

Before long, a ’gray little snake’ about an inch long was pulled from his forehead, held in his hand, and wriggled slowly.

With the appearance of this ’little snake,’ Old Demon Feng’s face immediately turned withered.

Like battling a demoness from Hehuan Sect for seven days and nights, he appeared extremely weak.

His entire aura also rapidly weakened.

He cupped the little snake in both hands and approached Zheng Yi, respectfully offering it.

"Fellow Daoist... Your Majesty, this is a wisp of the Power of Divine Soul from this old man. I hope Your Majesty will accept it."

Only then did Zheng Yi nod and gesture to take the Power of Divine Soul into his hand.

At this point, he completely relaxed his vigilance.

With the soul in hand, Old Demon Feng had nowhere to go and nothing to fight with.

If he dared to betray or harm him, with just one thought, he could destroy the Divine Soul.

At best, it would leave him severely injured and unconscious, never able to progress in cultivation for life.

At worst, it could even lead to immediate death!

"Feng Yunzi, is it?"

"Yes, Your Majesty."

"Rest assured, I am as boundless as the sea and generous. Since you have submitted to our Great Yu Immortal Dynasty, I will certainly not mistreat you."

Zheng Yi turned and flew toward Linxiao Hall, with Old Demon Feng quickly following.

"Celestial Longevity Mountain has eleven peaks, the main peak is my Dao arena, while Fairy Peak and Azure Dragon Peak are the Dao arenas of the Tuoba Clan."

"Among the remaining eight peaks, Fellow Daoist Feng may choose any for your Dao arena."

"Me?"

Old Demon Feng’s eyes were peculiar and he said in shock, "Your Majesty is truly willing... to grant me a Spirit Peak?"

"It’s just a Spirit Peak, why be so shocked."

Zheng Yi waved his hand, "As long as Fellow Daoist Feng remains loyal to me, I will certainly not mistreat all of you."

"However, let me be blunt, the Spirit Peak is just one of the welfare benefits for Foundation Establishment Cultivators, but if Fellow Daoist Feng were to unfortunately die, the peak you chose will be taken back!"

"Certainly, if any of your disciples or descendants can breakthrough to the Foundation Establishment Stage, the Spirit Peak can remain."

Old Demon Feng was moved and promptly said, "Thank you, Your Majesty!"

"Then I will choose... Lotus Peak."

"Good."

Zheng Yi said indifferently, "Oh, and there’s one more thing. I want to ask Fellow Daoist Feng to verify."

"Please, Your Majesty."

"The Earth Demon Race, where do they come from? Do you know, Fellow Daoist Feng?"

"Earth Demon Race..."