Two Worlds: Demonic Cultivator with His Zombie Materials-Chapter 273 - 149: Strength Above All, Alliance Possible?! (Part 2)

Zheng Yi wants to deal with the Qin Family, which will inevitably offend the Golden Palace Sect behind them, as they say, even when hitting the dog, you must consider the master.

This time, he intends to take advantage of this opportunity to seek the Nine Yin Hall as a backing.

In his view, the Nine Yin Hall and the Golden Palace Sect already have some grievances, plus the interest of the White Yi Sword Qi Stone Ore comes first, as long as he can demonstrate the utility of the Daluo Alliance, the alliance is bound to succeed.

After all, having an ally with considerable strength to counter one's own enemies is something no faction would refuse.

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This time, it is a formal visit to the mountain, with the Heaven-Steering Divine Ship stopping before the mountain gate.

Zheng Yi, naturally, went to the main entrance. After announcing his arrival, he was led by a Foundation Establishment Cultivator to the Nine Yin Hall.

All the way, that Foundation Establishment Cultivator kept sizing up Zheng Yi. Looking at that extremely youthful face, he felt a sense of temporal dissonance.

However, he could indeed sense an unprecedented pressure emanating from the person before him, a kind of mental pressure from the layer of the divine soul.

It was as if a dog encountered a huge tiger in the wild, bringing with it a terrifying aura akin to that of a top predator, causing his hair to stand on end.

"This person has hidden strength, absolutely not to be provoked lightly."

The man thought fearfully to himself, growing more and more apprehensive and uncertain, not daring to test rashly.

He clearly remembered that the Ancestral Master instructed him to greet the head of the Daluo Alliance, yet, when he saw Zheng Yi, he was somewhat surprised.

He did not expect the Alliance Leader of the Daluo Alliance to be so young. This kind of youth was not in appearance but in aura, light and pure, hard to fake.

After all, cultivators live long lives, and many people's appearances aren't indicative of their actual age.

But the aura of the divine soul is hard to fabricate, the kind of wear and decay accumulated over time on the divine soul is hard to disguise, unlike a real young person's vibrant vigor, making one feel refreshed.

However, the tremendous oppressive power of Zheng Yi's strength was entirely beyond the level that could be achieved at such a young age.

Whether he believed it or not, he did not question the Ancestral Master's words in the slightest, showing full respect throughout the journey aside from occasional glances.

"Reporting to the Ancestral Master, the guest has arrived!"

Arriving before the majestic hall, the Foundation Establishment Cultivator respectfully reported inside.

"You may leave!"

A calm voice, carrying boundless majesty, caused the Foundation Establishment Cultivator to depart, leaving Zheng Yi alone before the slowly opening great door.

"Friend, please enter!"

As they say, the one who achieves greatness comes first! Strength reigns supreme!

Regardless of age, when realm and strength reach a certain height, those factors disappear. 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝘦𝘸𝑒𝒷𝓃ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝒸ℴ𝘮

In the Cultivation Realm, outsiders or the only standard to measure you, what you can rely on, is your own strength.

Gazing at the open door, Zheng Yi took a deep look inside, then walked in without a moment's pause.

This was his first time directly facing a true Purple Mansion Cultivator, but he had his confidence, having successfully refined the Qiankun Yin Yang Qi Gourd. Even facing a Purple Mansion Cultivator, how would it turn out? One must fight to know.

Zheng Yi stepped decisively over the threshold and entered the grand hall.

Shua!

As he took a step, the world changed dramatically, and Zheng Yi found himself standing on a barren mountain range, surrounded by withered trees, an endless desolation in sight.

This world exuded a feeling of universal decay, as if all life had vanished.

Facing this unfamiliar realm, Zheng Yi did not panic. He understood clearly that this was a space created by a divine soul, using the strong power of a cultivator's divine soul to deceive the five senses, 'creating' a world.

Of course, this world is merely an illusion, not reality.

This is just a way to utilize a powerful divine soul, unable to create a real world, nor affect real material.

Legends say that when the power of the divine soul reaches a certain level, it can replace illusion with consciousness, using the divine soul to influence real material, interfering with the material plane.

In ancient times, powerful individuals could create a real world in a single thought, known as 'one flower, one world, one leaf, one bodhi.'

But what kind of realm is that? It has become myth and legend, unattainable with Cultivation at the Foundation Establishment Stage.

And the divine soul power of the Purple Mansion Stage, constructing such a realistic virtual Illusion Realm, already seemed like supernatural means to ordinary people.

"Fellow Daoist, have you ever seen withered wood meeting spring, the mountains blooming with flowers?"

That majestic voice sounded in his ear again, as countless golden lights poured down from the void, and the previously withered trees seemed to gain life, sprouting quickly, while grasses grew on the ground.

This change was visible to the naked eye, quickly covering the barren mountains, with flowers blooming all over, turning the landscape into a sea of competing blossoms.

Shua!

Once again, the world shifted, a figure appeared, standing there.

Facing Zheng Yi, they calmly said, "Friend, that move of withered wood meeting spring, flowers blooming everywhere, how was it?"

"Creating something from nothing, one thought blooms, using divine soul power to such a meticulous extent, is truly astonishing, what remarkable skill!"

Zheng Yi calmly responded, though flowers bloomed all over the mountain, there was no scent of flowers, evidently constructing this world with his divine soul was somewhat strenuous.

Perhaps it might affect the senses of ordinary Foundation Establishment cultivators, but to Zheng Yi, it still bore the sense of an inferior flower.

Of course, these are Zheng Yi's inner thoughts, not something to be voiced here.

"Friend, see this trick!"

Then, from the sky clouded with gloom, a rope descended, and they grabbed the rope, soaring with the wind, transforming into a shadow disappearing above the dark fog.

"Friend, please take a seat!"

Saying this, amidst the flicker of light and shadow, Zheng Yi appeared at a lively banquet, surrounded by people drinking happily, tables laden with delicacies, all sorts of dishes.

"Friend, please!"

Sitting at the head of the table, the Purple Mansion Cultivator stretched their hand toward Zheng Yi.

Zheng Yi stood, smiling, and said: "With wine and meat, how can there be no music and dance, the joy of pipes and strings?"

With a casual wave, a flash of light and shadow brought forth many enchantingly beautiful dancers, especially the five leading the group, shrouded in light veils, exuding mesmerizing fragrances, revealing their extraordinary beauty through mere aura.

Pianissimo melodies floated accompanying them, and those beauties, as if stepping out of mythology, swung with willow-like grace, moving their bodies gently swaying, strands of allure dispersing into the air.

Those at the banquet were captivated, displaying extreme enjoyment.

"Friend, your divine soul is stronger, able to influence the emotions of characters in my illusion, I fear I've shown off inadequately, your prowess exceeds mine!"

Then, the Purple Mansion Cultivator at the head dissipated the bustling banquet, while Zheng Yi withdrew the dancers.

Note, these dancers were all Evil Ghosts at the Qi Cultivation Great Perfection Realm, the leaders being female ghosts transformed from five Foundation Establishment Ghost Kings, without gender, using their cultivation to enchant, coupled with Zheng Yi's strong divine soul power, evolving with the Yin Yang Qi, naturally slightly superior.

This time the light and shadow shifted, finally appearing in the grand hall.

"Can we form an alliance?!"

Then the Purple Mansion Cultivator asked the void.

Moments later, a series of dignified voices echoed in the hall.

"Yes!"

"Yes!"

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