Junior sister took first place again

At the top of the Xingchen Sect's main peak, everything was silent except for the howling strong wind.

Ning Jiasheng, He Ling and Ji Yu, three figures stood in front of the entrance to the secret realm that was like a chaotic vortex.

The majestic pressure of the laws was like a substance, washing over their Nascent Soul bodies.

Immortal Yunhua's voice seemed to descend from the sky, pounding into everyone's sea of ​​consciousness: "All things return to their source, the great ways compete for supremacy - obtain the three seals of Moment, True Suchness, and Origin. Master the first two, ascend the Return to Origin Platform, and secure the top spot."

"enter!"

Before he finished speaking, three streams of light shot into the chaotic vortex where stars were born and died and mountains and rivers were upside down.

As soon as they entered, the three lost the aura of the other two and were each drawn into a bizarre and broken space and time.

Time is like broken glass, and space is like wrinkled silk.

Countless streams of light, bright or dark, real or illusory, shuttled, disappeared, and were reborn madly in the void.

When his spiritual consciousness was extended, it was instantly torn apart by the chaotic fragments of time and space, and severe pain came over him.

"Capture the true flow of the 'present'..." Ning Jiasheng muttered to himself, his eyes as calm as an ancient well.

The legacy of Immortal Tracing Shadow flowed through her sea of ​​consciousness, a fundamental understanding of the laws of space. And during the Nascent Soul Thunder Tribulation and the Breaking Heaven-Locking Formation, she had encountered the laws of time more than once.

Ning Jiasheng closed his eyes and completely immersed his mind in the chaotic laws of time and space.

Countless chaotic streams of light passed through her "heart".

But she accurately captured that fleeting "point of stability" - the only anchor point of "now".

The figure did not move, but his feet took mysterious steps - not teleportation, but blending into the ripples of space.

He took a step forward and his figure was already dozens of feet away, appearing just in front of a faint but extremely solid pure white light that exuded a unique aura of "existence".

"Concentrate." She put her fingers together like a sword, and her fingertips, filled with spiritual power, accurately hit the core of the real flowing light.

The light hummed and collapsed in an instant, turning into an extremely crystal clear "momentary mark" with star sand flowing inside, which sank into her brow.

The whole process was smooth and incredibly fast.

When Ning Jiasheng opened his eyes, Ji Yu was using the powerful spiritual charm of plants and trees to resist the turbulence of time and space, struggling to determine the direction.

He Ling transformed into a light of water and fire, dangerously weaving through the flowing light, trying to fight with her speed, but was obviously too slow.

Ning Jiasheng's figure flashed and he passed through the area, leaving behind a still chaotic space and time.

The scene in front of him changed, and Ning Jiasheng found himself standing on a boundless lake.

The lake was as clear as a mirror, yet bottomless. When she looked down at the lake, the scene suddenly changed.

What was reflected in the lake was actually her true face—Ning Jiasheng in an inhuman state.

Then, the scenes shifted: inside the Xuanling Sect, the cold eyes of the Immortal Master Mengze; on the edge of the abyss, the figures of the master and senior brothers fighting bloody battles and in danger; Chi Yan wailed in the sheath, eager to unsheathe his sword but being suppressed... Countless worries, anger, and unwilling emotions surged from the bottom of the lake like a tide, trying to drag her into endless sinking.

"Inner demon? Illusion?" Ning Jiasheng's lips curled up slightly, and his eyes were frighteningly clear.

“The inheritance of the two Immortal Lords is not only about swordsmanship and formations, but also about the tempering of the heart of Tao.

The secret realm of Cangwu, identity disguise, sect infighting... Every life-and-death crisis, every torture of her heart, she experienced was a hundred times more dangerous than the present one.

She didn't even "fight" those illusions. She just watched the figures surging in the lake quietly, and silently said in her heart: "Wait for me."

Looking at the gloomy face that was exactly the same as hers, she whispered in her heart: "What a clown."

Looking at Chi Yan who was eager to unsheathe his sword, he stroked the hilt with his fingertips: "The time has not come yet."

Her heart of Taoism had long been tempered through repeated despair and struggle, becoming as clear and bright as an ancient rock, untainted by dust.

No matter how turbulent the illusion is, there is always an eternal light in the center of her heart.

The spiritual light became brighter and brighter, and finally turned into a round and flawless "True Seal" that exuded a gentle Taoist charm. It rose from the center of the lake and merged into her body.

The illusion receded like the tide, and Ning Jiasheng walked on the waves, heading towards the other side with firm steps.

At the same time, He Ling also fell into the illusion of the heart lake.

Reflected in the lake was the hideous demonic shadow hidden beneath her bright smile.

It is the horrifying scene of the demon elders extracting their souls and refining their spirits after failing their mission;

It was the flying sword magic weapon that infuriated countless righteous cultivators when their identities were exposed;

The fear of exposure and the instinctive desire for killing that were deeply rooted in her soul were infinitely magnified by the lake of her heart, turning into countless twisted demonic shadows, roaring and trying to devour her.

"Get out of here!" He Ling roared in her heart, but her face showed a "struggle".

A faint light flashed in the depths of her eyes. Unlike ordinary cultivators, her inner demon was not an enemy that needed to be killed, but a tool that had long been "symbiotic" with her.

She took the initiative to let go of a little of her mind, allowing the killing instinct and the shadow of fear to fill the illusion, but her core consciousness was like a cold and poisonous snake, lurking in the deepest part of the chaos, watching coldly.

“Pain, fear...that is the source of my strength.”

She used the secret magic of the demons to guide the negative forces in the illusion, making them appear more violent, as if she was struggling against them.

In fact, she was using the power of her heart lake to reversely hone her disguise and control over her demonic energy.

When the power of the illusion reached its peak, the magic pattern in her eyes flashed, and she forcibly compressed and distorted the chaotic magic shadows, disguising them as a "true mark" with a slightly dim light that seemed to have been condensed after a fierce struggle, and merged into her brow.

In the eyes of outsiders, He Xianjun's face was pale and his breathing was disordered, as if he had consumed a lot of energy to pass this level.

However, deep within the mark, there was a very subtle trace of demonic remnant, which even He Ling herself had not noticed, or rather, did not care about.

Ji Yu, on the other hand, fell into a state of confusion about the rise and fall of his family and the future of his family.

His plant-based spirit is full of vitality, yet also thoughtful and delicate.

Even though Ji chose a path that was not recognized by most people, Ji Yu's goal was as unwavering as Ji Tang's.

Even though Ji Yu was determined in his Taoism, he couldn't help but feel wary in his heart after knowing that Lin Sheng was Ning Jiasheng.

This trace of fear, under the torture that directly points to the root cause, requires time to sort out and understand, and the speed naturally slows down.

In front of Ning Jiasheng was an endless ocean of chaotic and violent colors.

The aura of golden swords, the fire that burns the sky, the bone-eroding ice, the thick soil, the sky-splitting gale... countless kinds of primitive, violent, and conflicting spiritual energies are like boiling waves, surging and colliding wildly, making a deafening roar.

The laws here are chaotic, the spiritual power is disordered, it is a place of pure chaos.

"Purify and refine, build the Rainbow Bridge..."

Ning Jiasheng didn't hesitate at all. Standing at the edge of the raging sea, he slowly raised his hands.

The golden-red spiritual power flowed out, not as an overbearing invasion, but like the most sophisticated shuttle, penetrating into the violent chaos.

Her spiritual consciousness was like billions of invisible tentacles, accurately capturing, separating, and purifying the most refined strands of the essence of fire.

The violent fire element flowed smoothly through her fingertips.

Next came the earth element and the gold element... It wasn't that her attributes had changed, but she used the great demon's innate power as her foundation. Like the most brilliant reconciler, she weaved and constructed the purified original power of different attributes above the Chaos Source Sea according to the trajectory of the mysterious array pattern.

A rainbow bridge extended in front of her at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Crimson red, ochre yellow, platinum... various colors of light flow endlessly, yet blend perfectly, exuding a steady and tenacious, majestic Taoist rhyme that connects heaven and earth.

Wherever the Rainbow Bridge passes, the violent chaotic spiritual energy is pushed away by the invisible force field, forming a relatively calm passage.

She walked across the bridge with calm steps. With every step she took, the Rainbow Bridge extended forward a little, and the other side became clearly visible.

Upon reaching the other side, a "Seal of Origin" symbolizing the origin of all things and the return of chaos to unity naturally condenses, and the three seals are complete.

Almost at the same time as she condensed the Origin Seal, a blue and red interwoven light broke through the layers of violent spiritual energy in the source sea behind her and landed on the other side in a slightly embarrassed manner.

It’s He Ling!

Her breathing became rapid, and her face became even paler. Of course, this was partly a disguise.

The flowing waves were stuck on the shore, and the blue and red spiritual beads on the sword body were dim.

She did not refine and construct it as exquisitely as Ning Jiasheng, but relied on the powerful mutual generation and restraint of the dual spiritual roots of water and fire, used the sword as a guide, forcibly split a water and fire channel in the chaos, and "rushed" forward.

It consumes a lot of energy and is extremely dangerous.

He Ling managed to condense the Origin Seal, with three seals in hand.

Their eyes met in the air for a moment, and they both saw the determination in each other's eyes.

Om-!

The secret realm's laws sensed the gathering of the marks, and two guiding beams of light instantly fell, covering Ning Jiasheng and He Ling - their figures disappeared from the other side of the Source Sea.

The next moment, the two of them appeared in a completely different space - Guiyuantai.

This is a huge white jade platform suspended in the endless void.

Chaotic air currents cascade down the edge of the platform like a waterfall, while the center is as smooth as a mirror and extremely solid.

The surrounding void seemed to have stars flickering, the rhythm of Tao was flowing, solemn and vast.

This is the final battlefield for the top contender on the Heavenly Ranking List, independent of the Three Thousand Sword Testing Platforms and isolated from all interference.

Ji Yu did not show up.

In front of the Source Power Rainbow Gate, he was communicating with the chaotic spiritual energy with the majestic vitality of plants and trees, building a green rainbow bridge full of life. Although it was stable, the speed was still a little slow.

"The final battle, the competition for the top spot!" The voice of Immortal Yunhua seemed to come from the sky, resounding throughout the Guiyuan Platform and also reaching the sea of ​​consciousness of all spectators outside.

In the outer square, a huge water mirror projected the scene of Guiyuantai.

Xue Wuying hid in the shadow of the platform, his eyes fixed on Ning Jiasheng like a poisonous snake.

In the quiet room, Xu Qing forced himself to sit up despite his injuries, his eyes fixed on He Ling's figure in the water mirror, his hands tightly grasping an activated array plate, his fingertips turning white from the force.

Xiao Han's eyes flickered as he stared at Ning Jiasheng's movements.

Ji Yu had just stepped onto the other side and was looking at the barrier in front of him with a complicated expression.

On the stage.

He Ling took a deep breath, pointed at Ning Jiasheng, and the blue and red spiritual beads on the sword body lit up again, even brighter than before. With a hint of desperate madness, he said, "Friend Lin, please."

Ning Jiasheng's Zixiao was still in its sheath, and twelve red flags were slowly rotating around his body, emitting an aura that could suppress everything.

Her eyes were calm and unwavering: "He Xianjun, please."

On the Guiyuan Platform, the wind and clouds suddenly surged.