Xiuxian: Start with the medicine boy

In an instant!
The overwhelming pressure was like a tangible gray tide.
It was like a towering mountain collapsing, cascading down from the heavens.

It instantly covered the entire vast Zhenhai City, which stretched as far as the eye could see!

In the city!

No matter where you are?

Whether deep within a secluded meditation room?
Or is it in the bustling crowds of the market?
Or perhaps it's a cultivator traveling by flying high in the sky...

this moment!
All cultivators, from the lofty Golden Core cultivators to the newly initiated Qi Refining cultivators...
Without exception, they all felt a sudden weight on their shoulders, their internal magical power instantly froze, their souls were struck as if by a heavy blow, and their bodies fell from the sky completely out of control!

Pfft!Pfft!Pfft!
Like dumplings being dropped into a pot, countless figures fell from the sky in a sorry state, crashing onto the ground, rooftops, and streets.

Those with high cultivation levels could barely maintain their balance, kneeling on one knee, their faces pale and sweating profusely.

Those with lower cultivation levels were directly pinned to the ground by this oppressive force, unable to move.

Even breathing became extremely difficult, and his eyes were filled with endless fear.

And at this very moment...

Countless cultivators struggled to look up, tracing the source of the oppressive aura and the sound.

The sky above Zhenhai City, which was originally clear, now seemed much darker.

A figure hovered there silently, without any dazzling light around it, yet it seemed to be the center of the entire world, swallowing all light and sight.

He wasn't particularly imposing, yet he gave the illusion of being towering and all-encompassing.

His face was shrouded in a thin mist, making it difficult to see clearly. Only his eyes, which occasionally opened and closed, seemed to hold the birth and death of chaos, the turning of the sun and moon, and ruthlessly looked down on the masses of people below, who were like ants.

Like a god descending to earth, or a demon god descending to the mortal realm!

Meanwhile, inside the Xuan Tie Hall at the headquarters of the Zhenhai Alliance.

Just as Mingfu Zhenjun and Mingxiang Zhenjun were preparing to soar into the sky and tear the invading enemy to pieces, the ancient voice rang out...
Their movements were completely frozen, as if they had been frozen in place.

The immense, unfathomable pressure pierced through the spiritual light of the fourth-order grand formation, directly affecting them and causing even the two late-stage Nascent Soul cultivators to feel their magical power becoming sluggish.

A series of sharp, piercing warning signals came from my soul.

The initial shock and anger in their eyes were instantly replaced by unparalleled horror!

It is a kind of instinctive fear and shock when facing a higher level of life and absolute power.

"This...this is a Nascent Soul cultivator?"

Mingxiang Zhenjun's lips parted slightly, her voice trembling almost imperceptibly, as she asked in a barely audible whisper,
It was as if they were afraid of disturbing that terrifying being in the sky.

The gloom on Mingfu Zhenjun's face had long since transformed into utmost solemnity and bitterness.

He slowly withdrew his foot, which was about to step out, and looked up at the roof of the palace.

It was as if one could see that figure through the thick barrier of spiritual metal.

"Apart from the Nascent Soul stage..."

In this world of cultivation, who else possesses such extremely terrifying power?

His voice was hoarse.
"The mere pressure was enough to make my nascent soul tremble and my magical power stagnate..."

Those who come with ill intentions will not come; those with good intentions will not come!

Just then, it seemed that True Monarch Mingxiang had thought of something.
A faint glimmer of hope suddenly flashed in his eyes, and he said urgently:
"Brother!
That's not right! As far as we know, almost all the Nascent Soul cultivators in the cultivation world either fell into the Forbidden Sea or disappeared without a trace because of the earth-shattering changes there.
Even our master...

How could there possibly still be a Nascent Soul cultivator in the world, and appear here?

She spoke faster, as if grasping at a straw:
"Could it be that there are still Nascent Soul seniors in the Immortal Alliance or the Demonic Sect who have not entered the Forbidden Sea and have been living in seclusion all this time?"
or……

This senior was one of the very few survivors who managed to escape safely from the forbidden sea back then.

If that's the case, then...we might be able to get accurate information about our master from this senior?
Even if it is…

She didn't finish her sentence, but the expectation in her eyes was obvious.

Looking at his junior sister's cheeks, slightly flushed with excitement, Mingfu Zhenjun sighed inwardly, shook his head, and shattered her illusions:

"Junior sister, I also hope that Master is just trapped in a safe place in the Forbidden Sea."

But... that possibility is extremely slim.

What's more!

This upheaval was unprecedented, with even so many Nascent Soul stage experts falling victim to it…

"Senior Brother!" True Monarch Mingxiang wanted to argue.

"Junior sister!"

The voice of the True Lord of the Underworld suddenly became more forceful, carrying an undeniable seriousness.

"There are some things that we must never deceive ourselves about, no matter how unwilling we are to accept them!"
Now, this is no longer a question of whether we can accept reality!

He took a deep breath, suppressing the shock in his heart. His gaze became sharp and heavy again as he looked up at the sky, as if confronting the invisible pressure.

"The most urgent task now is to immediately notify all Nascent Soul cultivators in seclusion within the alliance."

And that semi-saint senior who is stationed in the forbidden area behind the mountain!
With the Divine Transformation Venerable standing before him, his will was the will of Heaven!
Since he gave us fifteen minutes, we can't waste a single minute!

"Otherwise, if a Nascent Soul cultivator gets angry, the corpses stretching for miles would be the least of his worries!"

No one in the entire Zhenhai Alliance can afford it!

The voice of the True Lord of the Underworld was resolute.
"We must act immediately, gather all the high-level combat forces in the alliance, and meet this senior together."

Whether it's a blessing or a curse, we'll find out soon enough.

But you must never offend the Venerable One through negligence!

Mingxiang Zhenjun's delicate body trembled slightly, and her last shred of hope was shattered by her senior brother's cold words.

She closed her beautiful eyes, and when she opened them again, the excitement and hope in them had been replaced by the heavy reality and her resolute determination.

She nodded emphatically:

"I understand, senior brother."

I will immediately send a message to all the elders and seniors!

"Yes! Go quickly!"

Mingfu Zhenjun nodded, and at the same time, he took out an ancient token and began to use his own blood essence as a catalyst to activate the highest-level emergency summons order in the alliance.

It's right inside the Zhenhai Alliance headquarters...

Hidden and urgent streams of light flew in all directions, carrying messages from those in the alliance who were in seclusion and cultivating in the outside world.

Or a Nascent Soul cultivator guarding a sacred site?

Even that mysterious and unpredictable semi-saint senior was alarmed by the sudden pressure of the Nascent Soul stage and the supreme summons...
And they all converged on the headquarters at top speed...

Although the vast Zhenhai City appeared deathly silent on the surface due to the terrifying pressure, turbulent waves were already raging beneath the surface.

Countless divine thoughts were secretly exchanging ideas and discussing amongst themselves.

"How...how terrifying!"

In a secluded alleyway, a young cultivator, pressed against a wall by an oppressive force, lay pale-faced with veins bulging on his forehead.
Yet, I couldn't help but glance out of the corner of my eye at that god-like, demonic figure high in the sky, and silently scream in my heart.

"Is this... is this the pinnacle of the cultivation world?"
If... if I could possess even one ten-thousandth, no, one millionth, of this senior's power, it would be enough to roam the endless sea.

Have you started your own school of thought?

Stop daydreaming!

Beside him, an elderly man with a white beard, also lying prostrate on the ground, looked equally disheveled, but his eyes gleamed with a light of profound experience.
He also communicated with the young man through a faint divine thought, his voice carrying a deep sense of admiration and a hint of surprise.
"This senior is no ordinary Nascent Soul cultivator; he is a true Divine Transformation Realm Venerable!"
He is the being standing at the very pinnacle of this world, with a lifespan exceeding ten thousand years and unfathomable supernatural powers!

The old man paused, seemingly trying hard to recall something, his spiritual sense fluctuating with confusion:

"However... that's strange."

The style of the robes worn by this senior... seems to be completely different from any style popular in the world at that time. They are simple and unadorned, yet they exude an indescribable sense of vastness and ancient charm.

I have a feeling... I've seen a similar record somewhere before?

He pondered deeply, his long-buried memories constantly being stirred up.

Suddenly, his hunched body jolted violently, and an incredulous look of horror flashed in his eyes:

"I...I remember now!"
These patterns, these styles... they're ancient, no, they might even be ancient styles from before ancient times!
I once saw a blurry depiction on a rubbing of a broken stele at an extremely ancient site!

Could this senior be...?

He seemed to have thought of an extremely startling possibility, and his mind was in turmoil. He dared not continue thinking about it, much less speak it aloud.

“What is it?
"Please tell me, senior!"

The young monk anxiously urged him on with his divine sense.

"...It cannot be spoken, it cannot be spoken!"

The old man responded repeatedly with his divine sense, filled with fear and awe, desperately suppressing the fluctuations of his divine sense.
It was as if they were afraid of being detected by some unseen force.

For a while.

Within Zhenhai City, similar private exchanges, speculations, shock, and fear spread silently in countless corners.

Regarding the identity, origin, and purpose of this mysterious deity...

As for blatant discussions?
not a single one.

None of the cultivators who have reached this level are truly fools.

To discuss something verbally or openly with divine thoughts right under the nose of a clearly hostile and powerful deity?
How is that any different from courting death?

The divine sense of a Nascent Soul cultivator is enough to cover the entire city, and can perceive the smallest details in an instant. Who can guarantee that their words will not be caught?
Few of the ancient monsters who have cultivated for hundreds or thousands of years are good-tempered.

However, Zhenhai City was not entirely "silent" at this moment.

Two places are showcasing a different kind of "liveliness" in an almost frenzied and chaotic way.

The teleportation hall and the main city gate entrances!
After the initial shock and fear, the instinct for survival quickly overwhelmed everything.

The power of a Nascent Soul cultivator is no different from a natural disaster for low-level cultivators.

Even if it's just a trace of aura leaked by a Nascent Soul cultivator?
Even the aftershocks of a casual strike are enough to annihilate the souls of cultivators below the Golden Core stage.

No one wanted to stay in this place of trouble, which was clearly about to become the eye of the storm.

then!

Countless cultivators who realized what was happening, whether they were local residents or not?
Whether they were outsiders or not, they all struggled desperately, enduring the omnipresent terrifying pressure, tumbling and crawling towards the nearest teleportation hall or city gate!
They just wanted to escape Zhenhai City as soon as possible and get away from that mysterious and terrifying Nascent Soul Venerable!
Outside the teleportation hall, a huge crowd had already gathered!

The normally orderly teleportation array was now completely surrounded, and the Zhenhai Alliance cultivators who were maintaining order were themselves in a state of panic, almost losing control.

Everyone wanted to teleport away as soon as possible, leading to arguments, shoving, and...

Even small-scale conflicts are occurring.

The exorbitant teleportation fees of the past are no longer a concern; spirit stones are poured out like water, all for the sake of securing a location.

Chaos reigned at the city gates, with flashes of light from escape lights and magical artifacts, but no one dared to fly too high, for fear of attracting the attention of the one in the sky.

The crowd surged out of the city like a burst dam, and stampedes occurred frequently.

Cries and curses were suppressed in their throats, forming an eerie and terrifying undercurrent.

Although the Zhenhai Alliance's protective formation remained active, it was still under the oppressive aura of the Nascent Soul Venerable...

Its operation also became much more sluggish, and the inspection of those leaving the city was almost a formality.

The high-ranking cultivators in the alliance are currently preoccupied with their own survival...
Naturally, no one had the will or energy to maintain order on the verge of collapse.

The entire town of Zhenhai seemed to have transformed into a giant cauldron about to boil.

Just as undercurrents were swirling within Zhenhai City...

High in the sky, that figure, both godlike and demonic, exuding power over heaven and earth, moved.

There was no earth-shattering sound!
There was no escape light that tore through space!
It was just a simple thought that flowed through my mind.

next moment.
Before the dozens of Nascent Soul elders of the Zhenhai Alliance, and those usually mysterious and aloof semi-saintly old monsters, less than three zhang away...
The space rippled silently like waves on water.

A figure simply "walked" out from within.

It was as if he had always been there, only now being "seen".

It was that old Taoist priest, dressed in ancient robes, with an air of otherworldly grace and an unfamiliar face.

The avatar that Cheng Buzheng had created had completely concealed its aura, and there was no trace of the earth-shattering pressure it had exerted before.
He was like an ordinary old man from the mortal world.

But it was precisely this "ordinariness" that made the cultivators of Zhenhai Alliance feel even more awe.

To be able to control the pressure of a Nascent Soul level being so effortlessly and at will,
This in itself is a terrifying manifestation of meticulous control over power.

His gaze swept calmly over the assembled cultivators who were bowing and not daring to breathe, as if passing through a silent forest.

finally!
Cheng Buzheng's calm and unwavering gaze paused for a moment on the beautiful face of Mingxiang Zhenjun, which was filled with complex emotions.

No one noticed this almost non-existent pause.

Apart from the slight ripple in Cheng Buzheng's own heart.

The kindness shown to me in the past, the care I received when I was young and vulnerable, though distant now, has not been forgotten.

He then withdrew his gaze, his expression returning to its usual calm, and said indifferently:
"Go in and talk."

The voice was calm, yet carried an undeniable authority.

The voice has not fallen,

He had already put his hands behind his back and walked straight towards the deepest part of the Zhenhai Alliance headquarters, towards the most magnificent palace that symbolized the core of power.

His steps were not fast, yet he possessed a dignified and unyielding air.

It was as if he were the true master of this place, while the cultivators of the Zhenhai Alliance were merely servants who came and went.

This natural action startled the bowing cultivators slightly, but they quickly realized what was happening.

"Senior, please come this way!"

"..." (End of this chapter)