"The Nine-Nine Life-Loss Banner has been broken, Old Master's efficiency is indeed quite high."

Within the Shenxiao Sect Gate, Dongfang Qing suddenly pinched his fingers into a few seal gestures, nodded with a smile.

"So fast?" Qi Xiu's expression was astonished. They had returned from the Liaodong Great Province less than half a day ago, and the Nine-Nine Life-Loss Banner had already been broken.

This Third Master Hu's efficiency was truly extraordinary.

"After all, he's the only remaining Ancient Demon under heaven. The cultivation and foundation accumulated over tens of thousands of years is far beyond what ordinary people can estimate.

If not for the restrictions of heaven and earth, he would not be confined to Changsheng Mountain, and the world's pattern would not be as it is today.

Yet even so, this living fossil has means beyond your and my imagination."

With the breaking of the Nine-Nine Life-Loss Banner, the stone in Dongfang Qing's heart was finally put down. At least now, there would be no external interference as Dongfang Xiong fully faced the tribulation.

...

"Sir, the stinky Taoist has failed."

Beyond the woodlands by You Pond, two Primordial Spirit Demons, incarnated as a black wind, slowly walked into the forest.

A small courtyard with flowing streams, green tiles, and white walls lay amidst the overwhelming demonic aura in the deep and terrifying Hundred Thousand Great Mountains.

The fire in the furnace rose fiercely. A young man in a long robe sat before it, rubbing his hands by the furnace wall, seemingly warming himself.

Upon closer inspection, a trace of frost was indeed spreading over those slender, fair hands, as if they were frostbitten.

"The Witch Nuo Technique has long been lost; who has the skill to break that Nine-Nine Life-Loss Banner."

Without lifting his head, the young man in the long robe quietly watched the fire in front of him and spoke slowly.

"It was the old fox of Changsheng Mountain, who imposed the Beast Creation Technique from a distance and directly subdued the stinky Taoist.

The old fox acted too swiftly, and we wanted to intervene but were too late."

The massive, towering body squeezed cautiously past a peach tree. The imposing Green Lion Demon grinned, and strips of meat with black fur still hung from its sharp fangs.

"Defeat is just defeat. It was originally just to probe that Thunder Lord. It now seems he is indeed seriously injured.

Although the trap outside the domain did not succeed, it also consumed some of his cultivation.

In the short term, he can only curl up in his nest, licking his wounds." Under the slow rubbing of his hands, the frost on the young man's hands gradually melted.

"Sir, the person from Shenxiao Sect who is undergoing the tribulation has already smoothly passed through the Heavenly Tribulation and Heart Tribulation with extraordinary speed.

If this person truly succeeds in the tribulation, ascending to the Primordial Spirit, it would not be a good thing." The White Elephant Demon, with a chaotic aura and immense pressure making the world heavy, swung its trunk.

If it were any other Daoist inheritance achieving Primordial Spirit True Honor, they would not have much to say.

After all, in terms of numbers of Primordial Spirit True Honor, the current Hundred Thousand Great Mountains indeed surpass the Human Race.

One or two more Primordial Spirit True Honors would not be a significant pressure.

But this time, the one undergoing the tribulation is from the Shenxiao Sect.

Achieving mastery in the Thunder Path would have entirely different implications.

Thunder Magic is the King of All Techniques, powerful and earth-shattering.

It is naturally a nemesis to Demonic Evil Cultivators.

Defeating a Thunder Path cultivator would require at least ten times the manpower compared to other Daoist inheritances to be confident of success.

Moreover, Shenxiao Sect already has Dongfang Qing; if another True Venerable arises, that Innate Thunder Dao Divine Artifact could be fully revived.

Then, who would dare to stop it?

"Sir, why not take direct action and cut down that tribulation-traversing cultivator, showing those creatures their reign of tyranny will come to an end."

The Green Lion Demon rolled its eyes, baring its fangs and eagerly anticipating.

"Indeed, indeed, sir, you haven't acted for a long time; cutting down that cultivator, we might as well rebel and invade that Central Earth domain, completely reclaiming our ancestral land, wouldn't that be splendid?

I've heard, over on Central Earth, there's infighting, many have died, tsk tsk tsk, rather than letting them kill each other, wouldn't it be better if we devour them..."

Clang—

A barely audible sword hum flashed past, and at the same time, a cloud of blood mist erupted from the mouths of the two Primordial Spirit Demons.

The two demons showed a look of terror and hurriedly retreated half a step.

Then the young man in the long robe slowly turned his head, his black-and-white eyes coldly gazing at them.

"Are you teaching me how to do things?"

"We wouldn't dare! Sir, you misunderstood us."

Feeling the chill in the young man's eyes, the two Primordial Spirit Demons were so frightened they knelt on the ground, disregarding the blood gushing from their lips, hastily explaining:

"We just fear that if that person truly becomes a Venerable, it would ruin your arrangements, sir. Besides that, we have no other intentions. We beg your clear insight, sir."

The young man in the long robe withdrew his gaze and casually waved his hand:

"Scram."

"Alright, alright, we bid farewell."

Feeling relieved, the two Primordial Spirit Demons dared not linger, instantly transformed into a black wind and fled far away, hesitating not for a moment.

Not caring about the departure of the two great demons, the young man in the long robe calmly watched the fire dancing in the furnace before him.

"Since you've already prepared.

Then I don't mind moving up the schedule a bit."

With a casual wave, the fire in the furnace suddenly surged.

An unseen energy accompanied this blaze straight to the heavens, like a slowly spreading crack on a vast dam for a thousand miles.

A breach!

Imminently!

...

Dao Alliance, Heavenly Mechanism Hall.

Sitting cross-legged alone in this ancient palace, Qinglian Sword Venerable's eyes were half-closed, and across his knees lay an ancient, simple Sword Sheath.

This Sword Sheath originated from a woman.

A Sword Servant captured in the Southern Ming Wasteland, who could not divulge a single secret.

"The ancestors of my Sword Sect once clearly stated, Immortals ascend, melting into Dao and departing.

Over the years, the Sword Sect has changed time and again.