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第三千九百六十五章 鼐龙真人与小仙域

Mu Qing's face showed a look of surprise. Although it was the den of a True Immortal, how could Lin Xuan’s attack be completely useless?

Before his thoughts could fully form, there suddenly appeared silver threads on the surface of the gate. The scene before him blurred as the palace disappeared, replaced by a towering beam of light shooting up into the sky.

At the end of this beam of light stood an ancient and simple-looking door.

The door was over ten zhang tall, exuding a majestic aura. Lin Xuan’s body was enveloped in a faint glow as he flew towards it. The silver threads on the gate were everywhere, mysterious and ancient. With a gentle wave of his sleeve, a voice like that of an immense bell resounded through his ears, and the door opened with a loud boom.

Inside, there was a bright light, golden rays shining so brightly they almost blinded him. Even Lin Xuan couldn’t avoid it this time; he didn’t use the Heavenly Phoenix Divine Eye and instead flashed into the gate.

As Lin Xuan disappeared, the space in front of him blurred again, and the beam of light and door vanished into nothingness. The magnificent palace reappeared.

Mu Qing was left speechless at the wonder of that spell. His resolve to pursue the Way became even firmer.

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At the same time, in a small Immortal Domain far away from where True Immortal Feathers had his den, something astonishing happened within an unknown distance of miles. Just moments ago, the sky was clear and cloudless; now it turned grayish-white.

This grayness wasn’t like the gloominess of overcast skies but carried an even more oppressive atmosphere. The grayish-white sky continued to churn, as if alive with some kind of pulsating energy. Not clouds, but the sky itself was in constant motion.

On the ground, two wolf-like beasts raised their heads and, with a very human expression of fear, fled into the distance.

Boom!

A deafening sound echoed through the air. It wasn’t an exaggeration at all; this sound was so loud that it far exceeded what ordinary cultivators could perceive. Even the Lion’s Roar from the Buddhist Sect, renowned for its power, fell short in comparison.

The ground shook as several large mountains were flattened and collapsed into powder by the sheer force of the sound.

Not just collapsing, but a significant portion was turned to dust.

As for other plants and trees, they were uprooted entirely. The two wolf-like beasts, having fled over a hundred miles away, still fell unconscious from the powerful sound waves.

Blood flowed from their orifices; severe injuries aside!

After the roar, a narrow gap appeared in the sky. A black dot suddenly entered his field of vision and plummeted downward with terrifying speed, magnifying to hundreds of times its size. Instead of a black dot, it was a golden light ball that caught his eye.

A terrifying aura accompanied this sight.

In an instant, the golden light ball became clear, measuring over ten zhang in diameter as it landed with a thunderous crash. The entire space trembled; just moments ago, this area had already been flattened by the terrible sound waves.

Now, numerous cracks appeared like spider webs, spreading outwards. In the center of these cracks was a massive hole over a hundred zhang wide and deep beyond measure.

The golden light ball fell as if it were a meteorite before the air suddenly became scorching hot. A fiery red emerged from the bottomless pit, not fire but molten rock erupting.

The molten rock formed a giant pillar with a diameter of over a hundred zhang. Astonishingly, atop this pillar lay a figure, the searing heat and flames beneath him like a comfortable bed.

Despite the intense heat and flames, he showed no concern, his face relaxed as if nothing mattered. He sat up, first smoothing his hair, an action that was extremely stylish despite his dire situation.

Finally, his face became clear; it belonged to a human cultivator in his thirties, handsome but not quite as striking as Tian Xiaojian. However, the aura he exuded was far beyond anything that young man could match.

Every move and glance was graceful, as if possessed of endless charm.

This was an eerie presence, seemingly forged through countless years and trials.

If Lin Xuan were here, he would be speechless because this person was his long-lost brother, Daile Long True Immortal!

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The first flower of the spiritual realm, a peerless powerhouse in all three realms, reappeared after countless years in such a manner. The cultivation world is bizarre and hard to describe.

What did Daile Long True Immortal encounter these past few years? He looked rather disheveled.

After all, Daile Long’s strength was truly unfathomable; even Lin Xuan would be hard-pressed to gain the upper hand if they fought now.

"Phew."

Finally out.

Daile Long stretched lazily, an action that was still extremely stylish. His clothes, which were tattered before, had been replaced with new ones as he flickered in and out of existence.

A hundred years ago, after the Peach Blossom Banquet ended, on their way back, they encountered a formidable enemy.

Jinyue Corpse King, one of the Six Kings of the Underworld and among the top cultivators in all three realms, had an unbreakable grudge with Daile Long.

On the road, he ambushed them, even driving the Yellow Springs Ghost Mist to lure Daile Long into the Holy Land of the Netherworld.

The so-called Holy Land of the Netherworld was said to be a gap between the Underworld and True Immortal Realm, where the aura was extremely dense. However, it was difficult for ordinary people to enter.

Jinyue Corpse King used this place to fight to the death with Daile Long until one emerged victorious.

The Holy Land of the Netherworld was hard to ambush but had a dense aura overall, giving Jinyue Corpse King an advantage. This battle raged on for over a hundred years, day and night.

Indeed, a century is quite long.

How could two cultivators’ fight last so long?

But at their level, in the Netherworld, everything was hard to predict.

In summary, after spending a century, Daile Long outmaneuvered his opponent and finally sent Jinyue Corpse King's soul flying.

After much effort, he tore through the void and emerged from the Holy Land of the Netherworld. Originally intending to return to the spiritual realm, but due to the different laws of the Netherworld, he ended up in this small Immortal Domain. (To be continued...)

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