Xiuxian: Start with the medicine boy

Upon seeing this!

Cheng Buzheng's heart skipped a beat; a strong sense of unease surged within him, and he knew inwardly that something was wrong—

He sensed that within the streak of light he had frozen in mid-air lay a terrifying power far exceeding Wu Ming's own cultivation level.
That power had even touched upon the level of laws.
It was also far beyond the control of Wu Ming, a Nascent Soul cultivator.

At the same time, Wu Ming, frozen in place, mustered all his strength and let out a cold shout.

His voice was hoarse, yet carried a deadly resolve:
"burst!"

The moment the words fell...

Within the radiant light suspended in mid-air, a palm-sized talisman covered in strange runes suddenly shone brightly.
It burst forth with an even more dazzling and terrifying light.

An immense and supreme power of law erupted from the divine rune.

In an instant, the suppressive power that Cheng Buzheng had just laid down was completely destroyed, and the stagnant air and spiritual energy...
Even space,

Under this force, everything began to twist and break violently.

boom--!!!
A deafening explosion resounded within the Lingxiao Palace.
It then burst through the main hall in an instant and spread outwards.

The power of the laws unleashed by the divine talisman swept in like a tsunami, destroying everything in its path.

The walls and white jade floor tiles of this palace turned to ashes in an instant.

In the end, not even a trace was left.

In that very instant...
The once sprawling and well-arranged palace complex within the headquarters of the Cultivator Association was instantly razed to the ground by the terrifying force of the explosion.
A hundred miles of empty land were cleared out.

Countless cultivators from various cultivation associations didn't even have time to utter a scream before being swallowed up by this sudden and terrifying calamity, turning into ashes and completely disappearing into the world.

Even their souls were not spared.

But in the surrounding area of ​​a hundred miles...
The cultivators within the palace complexes also sensed a potentially fatal threat the instant that terrifying power erupted.

The oppressive aura sent chills down their spines, made their minds tremble, and even made it difficult to breathe.

They all stopped what they were doing, walked out of the palace in a panic, and looked up in the direction from which the explosion came, their eyes filled with fear and confusion.

What met their eyes was a shocking sight—

The once sprawling palace complex has been transformed into a massive crater, hundreds of miles in size, with steep, pitch-black walls.
The bottom of the pit is not visible at a glance.

It looked as if it had been forcibly created by the power of heaven and earth.

The soil surrounding the giant pit had become as smooth and reflective as glass, gleaming with a faint, eerie light, exuding a chilling stillness.

After a moment of deathly silence...

The surrounding cultivators quickly came to their senses, and a chorus of whispers arose.

Fear, doubt, and relief were mixed on everyone's faces.

"What exactly is going on?"

That power just now was terrifying!

A Golden Core cultivator, his face pale and his voice trembling, spoke with lingering fear in his eyes.

"Who exactly did it?"

"How dare they cause trouble at the Cultivator Association headquarters, and make such a commotion! It's utterly lawless!"

Another Nascent Soul cultivator frowned, his tone tinged with anger, but even more so with apprehension.

Fortunately, my residence is over a hundred miles away, far enough from the Lingxiao Palace.

otherwise!

At this moment, I too had already been completely reduced to ashes by that terrifying blow.

A Nascent Soul cultivator with white hair and beard patted his chest and said with a look of relief, his back already soaked with cold sweat.

"Yes, we were really lucky this time."

If it were any closer, there would be no chance of survival.

"···"

Discussions rose and fell, and everyone was filled with anxiety and at a loss.

Just then...
One of the sharp-eyed Nascent Soul cultivators, his gaze fixed on the center of the giant pit, suddenly exclaimed in surprise.
There was a hint of disbelief in his voice:

"not good!
"Look at the center of that giant crater! According to the orientation, isn't that the guild leader's secluded cultivation palace?"

With this remark,
The surrounding chatter stopped abruptly.

All the cultivators turned their gazes toward the center of the giant pit, their faces growing increasingly pale.

"That's right, according to the association's layout, the president's place of seclusion is in that location, there's no mistake!"

"Could it be that this sudden attack is a scheme targeting the president?"

Is someone trying to take this opportunity to assassinate the chairman?

"It's not just possible, it's certain!"

To be able to orchestrate such a terrifying sneak attack so quietly at the headquarters of the Cultivator's Guild...

It can even break through the protective array of the palace.

The power behind it is absolutely terrifying.

It's best if we don't get involved, lest we get ourselves into trouble.

A meticulous Nascent Soul cultivator spoke with a solemn expression, his tone tinged with apprehension.

Upon hearing this, the cultivators present nodded in agreement, their faces showing understanding.

They were all shrewd individuals in the cultivation world, and naturally understood the implications—

To be able to unleash such a terrifying trump card, to be able to silently control the Nascent Soul cultivators of the Surveillance Hall to launch a sneak attack on the guild leader,
Such a force is extremely rare in the entire cultivation world, and is definitely not something they can afford to provoke.

"By the way, is the president alright?"
That power just now was terrifying; even a Nascent Soul cultivator would probably have difficulty escaping unscathed.

Someone couldn't help but ask, their tone tinged with worry.

There was also a hint of curiosity.

I don't know!

The president's cultivation level is unfathomable; perhaps he can turn the danger into safety.

However, the best course of action for us now is to get away from here as soon as possible to avoid further danger and getting caught in the crossfire.

"That's right, let's go!"

The cultivators discussed amongst themselves, and most chose to leave this place of trouble as soon as possible.
Only a few people remained, watching from afar, their hearts filled with doubt and unease.

Just as the Monks' Guild headquarters was filled with unease and murmurs...

Above the colossal crater, which spanned a hundred miles in diameter, the previously distorted and fragmented void suddenly rippled.
A blurry figure slowly materialized from the void.

The figure was dressed in tattered clothes; the originally plain-colored Taoist robe was torn and covered in blood.
Through the tattered robes, one could clearly see horrific wounds, crisscrossing and deep enough to expose bone, emanating a faint smell of blood.

Upon closer inspection, who else could this figure be but Cheng Buzheng?
However, at this moment, he no longer possessed his former composure and dignity.
His face was as pale as gold paper, devoid of any color, and his aura was extremely unstable, fluctuating in strength.

It felt like he could fall from his current realm at any moment!
He looked extremely disheveled.

The strange thing is...
In Cheng Buzheng's right hand, he was carrying a figure who was unconscious—

It was Wu Ming who had just ambushed him.

It's important to know that Wu Ming personally launched a deadly sneak attack on him, nearly killing him completely.

But Cheng Buzheng not only didn't kill him, he also saved him from the horrific explosion at the last second.
This may seem counterintuitive, but there is actually a hidden reason behind it.

The moment Wu Ming unleashed a terrifying killing intent and his eyes turned pitch black, Cheng Buzheng had already sensed something was wrong—

Although Wu Ming's aura was violent, it carried a strange stiffness, and his eyes showed no self-awareness, only pure killing intent.

Obviously!

This is because someone has secretly cast a soul-controlling spell on you, turning you into a pawn in someone else's game, forcing you to launch a sneak attack against you against your own will.

They were even willing to drag themselves down with them.

It was precisely because the power unleashed by that divine talisman was too immense and too terrifying, far exceeding the controllability of Cheng Buzheng's avatar,

Even with his extremely quick reaction, he could not completely suppress him.

Therefore, Cheng Buzheng could only do his best in a split second to save Wu Ming, who was closest to him.

As for the cultivators from other cultivator associations within a radius of a hundred miles...
He wanted to help, but it was too late.

They could only watch helplessly as they were swallowed up by the force of the explosion. Although they felt regret, there was nothing they could do.

Even so, Cheng Buzheng's Dharma body was severely damaged by the terrifying power unleashed by the divine talisman.

If it weren't for the fact that his physical body had already been forged into a Xuanhuang Law Treasure Body, with an incomparably solid foundation, then...
This Dharma body also advanced along with the main body, possessing extremely strong resilience and defensive capabilities.
It is likely that this Dharma body will also be completely shattered and reduced to ashes by that terrifying blow.

Then,

Standing in mid-air, Cheng Buzheng slowly raised his left hand, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and glanced at the unconscious Wu Ming in his arms with a complicated expression.

Without hesitation, he waved his hand and threw Wu Ming straight down from the sky.

boom--!
With a dull thud, Wu Ming's body slammed heavily onto the hard ground at the bottom of the giant pit, raising a cloud of dust.

Looking again...
At the bottom of that massive crater, which spans hundreds of miles, a clear human-shaped outline has appeared.

Wu Ming remained unconscious, his breath faint.

Obviously.

Although he was also seriously injured, he was lucky enough to survive.

next moment!
The wind stopped and the clouds lingered; it was as if all the spiritual energy in the world had been suddenly drained away, leaving only a desolate emptiness.

Cheng Buzheng stood with his hands behind his back above the headquarters of the Cultivator Association, his robes fluttering in the invisible air currents. His gaze, sharp as a sword tempered with cold light, surveyed the world shrouded in an invisible killing intent.

His cold voice was completely flat, yet every word struck like metal on stone.

"If you have any other tricks up your sleeve, just use them!"

"Let me see just how many cards you have up your sleeve!"

A mighty voice pierced through the clouds, carrying the oppressive aura of a Nascent Soul expert, and reverberated repeatedly throughout the void.
The lingering sound caused the window frames of distant buildings to tremble slightly.

Just as that oppressive force had not yet dissipated...

A cold, indistinct voice, neither male nor female, seemed to seep from the depths of the void.

It seemed to linger in everyone's ears, devoid of any emotional fluctuation, yet carrying a chilling coldness that resounded throughout heaven and earth:

"The president truly has a great spirit."

The methods we are about to employ will certainly not disappoint you.

I hope you won't regret it later.

The voice has not fallen,

Without any warning, beams of multicolored light suddenly shot into the sky from all directions outside the Cultivator Association headquarters, shattering the deathly silence of the world.

Some beams of light were vast and dazzling, surging forth from the top floor of the city's tallest restaurant.

Like a giant, seven-colored dragon, it broke through the shackles of the eaves, soared straight into the sky, and dyed half of the sky with splendor;

Some hide in the shops of the city, suddenly bursting forth, breaking through the barriers of doors and windows, soaring upwards with a sharp edge;

Other beams of light burst forth from dark alleyways at street corners and from the mountains and forests outside the city, intertwining and scattering in a staggered pattern.

Like countless unsheathed swords, pointing straight to the sky.

Count them carefully...
Thousands of magnificent beams of light shot into the sky.

Each beam emanated a rich fluctuation of spiritual energy, like a dazzling forest of light, completely enveloping the headquarters of the Cultivator Association, making it impenetrable.

Not even a crack was left.

At the very moment when all of these thousands of beams of light erupted,
A terrifying force, powerful enough to freeze space, surged forth from the pillar of light like a burst dam.

Wherever it passed, fine ripples spread through the void, then quickly solidified.
Like a frozen lake, even the light seemed to slow down.

The space within this area was completely frozen in time.

Even the spiritual energy in the air cannot flow normally.

At this moment, the area covered by thousands of towering pillars of light made aerial flight, essential for cultivators' survival, virtually impossible.
Even if someone possessed advanced spatial teleportation techniques, they wouldn't be able to use them at all right now—

The space was completely locked.
Any attempt to tear through space will be instantly crushed and reduced to nothing by this stagnant force.

Obviously.

This was precisely the void-sealing effect accompanying the activation of that mysterious grand formation.
The goal is to cut off all escape routes.
To prevent the enemy in the formation from taking the opportunity to escape, Cheng Buzheng must be trapped and killed in the formation.

As one dazzling beam of light after another rose higher and higher...

The multicolored beam of light gradually unfolded, like a giant, slowly unfurling net that spread and expanded into the surrounding void.
Between the beams of light, fine threads of spiritual light gradually intertwined and connected, forming the prototype of a huge light net.

in an instant,
The headquarters of the Cultivator Association was then completely covered by a dazzling, multicolored light curtain.

Above the light screen, a chilling fluctuation of laws permeated the air.
Every ripple carries an aura of destruction, inspiring awe and fear.

From a distance...
The light screen, like a giant, multicolored bowl, was steadily upside down in the center of Zhenhai City, completely enveloping the entire headquarters of the Cultivator Association and isolating it from all contact with the outside world.

next moment,
Within the grand array formed by the pillar of light reaching the heavens.

Beams of divine light, radiating majestic power, emerged from the light screen, intertwining and entwining.
Ultimately, they coalesced into a terrifyingly massive net.

The giant net was covered with mysterious runes.
Each rune shimmered with a cold light, carrying the overwhelming power of the law's origin, enveloping Cheng Buzheng from above.

As for Cheng Buzheng...
This giant net, like a net from heaven and earth, blocked all his escape routes.
No matter which direction he dodged, he could not escape the giant net.

At this moment, he was like a small fish caught in a fishing net, seemingly insignificant, yet firmly trapped.

There was no chance of escape.

...(End of this chapter)