The dual lotus eyes were replaced by the sun and the moon!

The sun on the left and the moon on the right overlooked the sky, with wide sleeves fluttering. If they didn't know that there were no Immortals in the world, they might even mistake this person for an Immortal!

Their breaths suddenly became disordered. An unbelievable emotion surged from their hearts, but they didn't wait for blood to flow throughout their bodies. The cold darkness from hell seized their hearts.

At this moment, even the heartbeat which should have been accustomed to, turned into an untouchable luxury.

Ye Fengsheng did not care about the reactions of these two people. He only felt the Spirit within him surging, freely.

If we need techniques to channel the Spiritual Energy within, we only need a thought, and endless Spiritual Energy will form for the first time, becoming an ever-rising energy towards the mind, allowing us to do anything we want!

Is this the Nascent Soul Realm?

A slight cold smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. Ye Fengsheng slightly raised his hands. The wind and rain suddenly stopped. I don't know how many crystal raindrops were in the sky. It seemed that time, at this moment, suddenly stopped. It was truly incredible.

The slightly raised hands suddenly pressed down, and the forbidden rain suddenly swirled in the air, as if stirred back and forth by the hand of an Immortal. In an instant, the sky of the pitch-black night formed a huge concave vortex. The massive Spiritual Energy contained within was beyond everyone's capacity, breaking the hearts of two monks who thought they could solve all problems in the sky.

After the silence, they could clearly feel all the auras around them frantically pouring into the vortex in the sky. In the face of increasingly strong and deeper halos that seemed to crush the entire starry sky, they could only feel a silence that made everything disappear.

It was thousands of times stronger than the previous deathly silence!

That was the purgatory on earth!

Both felt the shroud of death, not wanting to continue entangling with Ye Fengsheng. Ready to kill at any time. But if they died, then everything would be over. In such a situation, they had to escape as soon as possible, leave Qingshan, not worrying about keeping the flames burning. Survival was the top priority!

But when they signaled each other, preparing to flee in two directions, they were horrified to find that no matter how hard they tried, they couldn't move an inch in the sky. Even the smallest Spirit was that difficult! Under the pull of the great vortex, all the Spirituality emerging from their bodies broke into dust and merged into one.

"What does this mean?"

The white-haired old cultivator was terrified.

By this time, he had lost the invincible fireworks atmosphere of the past, instead struggling like a madman in a fishing net, trying to kill the dead.

The surrounding aura was controlled by Ye Fengsheng with great means, as even at the moment he refined his own aura, it was occupied by everyone. It's not that such a secular cultivator at the Nascent Soul stage, even the people of the ancient lineage would not be any less powerful than this cultivator upon sight.

Ye Fengsheng finally unraveled the mystery of the four-legged beast vortex that escaped from outside Dayan Temple that day. If he's not mistaken, Dayan Temple should have four inheritances, three of which are ancient family techniques, and the fourth is the grand method the four-legged beast has already fused.

Regrettably, this four-legged beast was forcibly restrained by Elder Pei that day. Although it had three skills, it was hard to advance them further.

But that was enough.

As Ye Fengsheng's hand pressed downward, the giant vortex that absorbed the surrounding aura gradually revealed massive energy, making space tremble. In chaotic suppression, the first dark crack unfolded from space, followed by the second and third dark cracks. In an instant, the entire sky shattered like glass, wind and clouds vanished. It was the only shock between heaven and earth, breathtaking energy was slowly descending.

Perhaps it should be said that it was swallowed by the two bound cultivators, unable to progress or retreat in the air. But anything that came into contact with this energy would be consumed in an instant. Other than the dark rift in space, everything where energy passed would be obliterated.

"Duanmai Mountain, Guiyuan Temple, as for you..."

"Come on, once I finish ascending Qingmai Mountain and step into Guiyuan Temple, I'll know which sect you belong to."

Before the deathly energy arrived, these two cultivators almost simultaneously heard this sentence. In the blink of an eye, the white-clothed youth suddenly disappeared from their sights. Only after their deaths did they realize that the white clothing they saw was an illusion, and Ye Fengsheng was still that seriously injured, barely breathing man.

The old monk was unwilling, shouting, "Ye Fengsheng! You are the broken heart in my palm. Before daybreak, I will surely die of a broken heart. If you let me go, I can save your life!"

The ability to pour wine does not diminish by half. They just devoured the two people below. In the melting process of the energy surge, they rapidly vaporized, decomposed, and in the end became one.

On a rainy night, the young man walked alone. They didn't catch up with the SUV ahead, but went alone in the rain towards the city outskirts.

There was a third kind of person waiting for themselves, or rather searching for them.

This was a depression surrounded on three sides by mountains. Apart from the road in the middle, there was only a small temple old enough to distinguish whether it was land or City Lord. The rain poured heavily, flooding the dilapidated small temple. The temple eaves glistened like a curtain of rain. A gust of wind added a bit of chill.

In one corner of the temple, there were two white-haired elders wearing Taoist robes. Were they Daoist Disciples? At least from their attire at the time, they must have been people of the Taoist school, especially given their spiritual demeanor at that time, combined with the special temperament formed over the years. Not to mention, they were Daoist Disciples. If not, they would be seen as high-level practitioners walking the path, guiding them with their robe compass and two mysterious words on their mouths for those with high expectations.

Of course, they didn't need to do such things, because they didn't need to eat, drink or deceive. In today's world, if they were not orthodox, there was no Taoist lineage.

Initially, Kunlun was turned to naught by Ye Fengsheng's record of "Thunder and Fire are not reckless". Kunlun's leader also joined the team. However, these two elders had long entered the Nascent Soul stage, yet remained in seclusion, focusing only on making their country proud. If not for Bei Yuming's people finding a door to inform them Kunlun had perished, they would only fear when they emerged at that time, the world had already changed.

Fortunately, Pei's people had already been found. Fortunately, Bei Yuming's people had already been found, nurtured and cultivated. Kunlun had been wiped out, yet they hadn't heard of it. It was an abhorrent crime. After dying, they hadn't confronted the leader of Kunlun. If they couldn't with their own hands eliminate Kunlun's enemies, how would they have the face to stand between heaven and earth?

So they appeared here, in this city, where Ye Fengsheng would surely come after joining, quietly waiting for Ye Fengsheng's arrival.

The Taoist with a long beard kept rubbing the white jade disc hanging from his waist. Kunlun had been destroyed. Only the original identity jade token given by the master could calm his heart, only then could he feel the existence of Kunlun. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝓮𝒘𝙚𝙗𝒏𝙤𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝒐𝙢

The Taoist with the negative sword sat cross-legged, looking at the heavy rain outside. After receiving the news of Kunlun's destruction, he hadn't spoken a word.

After a while, the rain was still pouring. The long-bearded Taoist suddenly opened his eyes and said, "He's here."

The negative sword Taoist still didn't speak, but there was a trace of murderous intent in his indifferent eyes. The sword on his back buzzed, as if humming and crying. Because of excitement, it was even harder to control.

"Pat!"