Lu Yao’s pupils suddenly contracted, and her expression became incomparably cold. Behind her, the true form of the Kun Roc roared and surged, echoing across the Nine Heavens.

"Who are you? Why are you here?"

Her tone contained a bone-chilling killing intent, instantly turning the mountain peak into an eternal ice cellar, capable of freezing even the Divine Soul.

The man slowly turned around, revealing a youthful and gentle face. However, his tall stature, the broad golden robe, and the inherent dignity exuding from him instilled a fear that emerged from the depths of one’s bloodline and soul.

He looked at Lu Yao standing before him, his face growing gentler as he spoke slowly, "Little Junior Sister, you may call me Senior Brother."

"Senior Brother?!" Lu Yao’s heart surged with a fierce killing intent. She had never heard of her Master having other disciples. Over the years, she had depended on her Master, and she couldn’t believe someone dared to speak such utter nonsense, treating her like a fool.

Even though she knew this person was able to silently reach the pinnacle of Encounter Immortal Peak, his methods were certainly extraordinary. However, she, the Carefree Immortal, had wandered the Martial World for many years, undefeated and earning a great reputation, forcing the Court to bow down and being appointed as State Preceptor—was this title given lightly?!

Without any warning, Lu Yao attacked. Though the Carefree Travel technique’s name was full of immortal elegance, its essence was to cultivate the true form of Kun Roc, pursuing the path of this ancient innate divine demon.

Her punch and palm strike pressed down like a mountain, the tremendous great strength making the void ripple like water.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The terrifying power, coupled with extreme speed, instantly stirred up a thunderous roar that reverberated across the mountain peak.

However... what happened next left Lu Yao completely stunned, almost unable to believe her eyes.

The man gently raised his hand, effortlessly catching her palm, the supreme divine power of the Kun Roc dropping like a droplet into the abyss, without even a single echo heard.

Lu Yao’s expression completely changed. She tried to withdraw her palm, only to discover something terrifying; all the primordial Qi in the entire world, all the Tao Rhymes, even the vast heavens were suppressed.

And she, like a creature trapped in amber, as if confined within a painting, couldn’t move at all.

"Little Junior Sister, why rush?"

The man turned towards her, his eyes subtly meaningful, his face always bearing a smile, "Allow me to introduce myself, I am Lu Chengfeng. You may call me Senior Brother Lu."

"Lu Chengfeng?" For some reason, upon hearing this name, Lu Yao’s heart suddenly skipped a beat, feeling as if it was familiar.

"Could I have heard this name from my Master?" For a moment, she hesitated but couldn’t recall, her gaze falling on the man, feeling sheer horror.

This kind of strength utterly exceeded her imagination. In a single thought, suppressing the void, all kinds of primordial Qi, Tao Rhymes, and even the heavens seemed to submit to him.

"Is this what an Immortal is?" Her heart was shaken, yet there was no trace of fear. Years of cultivation step by step from nothingness to her current state had already rendered her spiritual will indestructible, if not as great as her Master’s, yet still unmatched in today’s world.

Even if she was not as powerful as the enemy, she would never fear.

Sudden adversity doesn’t surprise her, unfounded anger doesn’t arise.

Her martial path, forged through slaughter, has never feared death.

Lu Chengfeng’s gaze rested on her, as if recalling something, but ultimately he just shook his head, dismissing the ridiculous thought that crossed his mind, merely saying with a light smile, "Little Junior Sister need not worry, Master is fine, she’s just reached a critical juncture in her cultivation."

"Come with me."

As he spoke, he released the restraint on Lu Yao.

Lu Yao hesitated briefly but followed. Given his power, if he wanted to kill her, he could have done so in an instant, without needing any underhanded tricks.

Moreover, she was genuinely worried about her Master’s condition.

Lu Chengfeng in front, Lu Yao behind, they didn’t walk far before the clouds and mist dispersed, unveiling a palace.

As the two approached, the palace door opened of its own accord.

Lu Yao curiously and surprisingly observed everything on the way; even she didn’t know there was such a mysterious palace atop the peak.

Who exactly is this man?

Soon, they arrived at a quiet chamber, but the door had been completely sealed by the Dragon-breaking Stone. Forcing it open would undoubtedly disturb the one meditating inside.

Yet Lu Chengfeng led Lu Yao directly inside, passing through the sealed stone door as if it didn’t exist.

Even though Lu Yao knew this person’s strength was unfathomable, witnessing these casually revealed divine techniques still tightened her heart.

However, she quickly set these thoughts aside as her eyes shifted, seeing a figure of a white-clad woman on the cloud bed ahead.

Her features were like a painting, her face exquisite without blemish, and especially an emblazoned golden flame at her brow rendered her already porcelain-like skin even more delicate, resembling an immortal.

But the woman’s hair was gray, adding a few touches of age to her otherwise fairy-like countenance.

"Master..." Lu Yao couldn’t help but exclaim, her body almost rushing forward.

"Little Junior Sister, don’t rush, Master is at a critical moment. Rushing over isn’t good for her," Lu Chengfeng’s voice sounded from behind, making Lu Yao halt.

With her experiences in the Martial World, she shouldn’t have acted so rashly, but she hadn’t seen her Master in so long, and this suddenly appearing mysterious man unsettled her mind, making it hard to be at ease.