I asked you to go down the mountain and get married, not to shock the world!

After a few breaths, the surrounding space slowly began to move under the influence of the laws, filling the void. However, the place where the mountain rocks had been was now empty.

Mingchuan slowly finished his practice, and the silver phantom behind him dissipated.

His face was a little pale, and there was sweat on his forehead, but his eyes were full of excitement.

“Spatial Exile… I can finally begin to use it,” he murmured.

This move is more terrifying than simple spatial cutting and folding, as it involves the concepts of stripping and exile from the very essence of space.

Although it consumes a huge amount of energy and its current range is limited, it is definitely a trump card-level supernatural power.

"It seems this month of training wasn't in vain." Leng Xi's voice came from behind, carrying a faint smile.

Mingchuan turned around and saw her coming together with Ran Qianqian and Dong Chuyan.

Ran Qianqian held a food box in her hands, the aroma of which was very enticing: "Look, this is Chu Yan's newly made Hundred Treasures Spirit Soup. It's made with all the good stuff sent by various sects. You're lucky to have it."

Dong Chuyan said softly, "You used up a lot of energy just now, drink it while it's hot to replenish your strength."

Mingchuan felt a warmth in his heart. He took the food box and, without any hesitation, sat down on the ground at the edge of the cliff and began to drink heartily.

The soup entered his stomach and transformed into pure and gentle spiritual energy, quickly replenishing what he had consumed.

"There are seven days left until the appointment at Dengyun Terrace." Leng Xi sat down beside him. "How are the preparations going?"

"That's about it." Mingchuan finished the last sip of soup, wiped his mouth, and said, "The people from Jinman and the four major sects are keeping an eye on the Wangxiantai competition; nothing will go wrong. Ah Xiong's fifty elite warriors from the Battle Hall have also been practicing their combined attack formations intensively these past few days. As for me..."

He smiled and said, "The spatial Dharma Form is now complete, and we have another trump card."

Ran Qianqian was still a little worried: "That Fairy Yueyao is very cunning. She must have laid a trap for the Cloud Ascension Platform. Do you really have to go in person? Can't you send a clone or a substitute?"

“No.” Mingchuan shook his head. “Yueyao specifically invited me. If I don’t go, or if I fake it, it will be seen as weakness and will give people something to say. This time, I must go in person. As for the Heavenly Net…”

A confident glint flashed in his eyes: "Since I dare to go, I'm confident I can give it a shot. Besides, the appointment to ascend the Cloud Platform is also part of our plan."

He looked at the three women and said solemnly, "While I am away, the sect is in your hands and Jinman's. If... if something really happens, activate the highest level of defense of the Heavenly Observation Mirror, seal off the sect, and wait for my return."

Upon hearing this, the three women all tensed up.

Leng Xi held his hand: "Nothing will happen. We'll wait for you to come back."

Ran Qianqian and Dong Chuyan nodded vigorously.

Mingchuan smiled and pulled them into his arms: "Don't worry, the person who can kill me hasn't been born yet."

A mountain breeze carries the fragrance of medicinal herbs.

Seven days passed in a flash.

The appointment to ascend the Cloud Terrace has finally arrived.

……

Dengyuntai.

Suspended in the void between the Spirit Realm and the Holy Realm, it is entirely constructed from a rare spiritual material called Moon Jade. Under the eternal light of the realm, it emits a soft and holy moon-white halo.

The platform spans thousands of feet in both directions, its edges outlined with mysterious runes, subtly connecting with the laws of the two realms, making it incredibly stable.

Today, Dengyuntai is a sight to behold.

Streaks of light pierced through the void from the direction of the Holy Domain, landing on the platform and transforming into powerful cultivators.

They were dressed in luxurious clothes and had an extraordinary bearing. Some rode rare and exotic beasts, while others rode exquisite flying boats. Every gesture they made carried the unique composure and arrogance of cultivators from the upper realm.

In the center of the platform, a nine-story viewing platform has been erected, with carved beams and painted rafters, exuding an ethereal and otherworldly aura.

The top floor offers a wide view and features several seats carved from millennia-old warm jade, clearly reserved for the most distinguished guests.

The platform is divided into several areas around its perimeter.

The most eye-catching feature is the hundred floating arenas, which will be used for future competitions among the elite.

Secondly, there is an exhibition area displaying various rare treasures and jade slips containing cultivation techniques.

At the edges are pavilions and waterside terraces for guests to rest and socialize.

The air was filled with a rich spiritual energy and a faint fragrance, with ethereal music playing softly and cranes gracefully soaring about, creating a scene of peace and grandeur.

However, beneath this peaceful facade, Mingchuan keenly sensed something amiss.

He led Ah Xiong and fifty elite warriors from the Wan Chuan Sect Battle Hall, quietly appearing in an inconspicuous corner outside the Deng Yun Platform through a pre-arranged hidden spatial node.

Without alerting anyone, it was like a drop of water merging into the ocean.

Today, Mingchuan changed into a formal robe with a black background and silver patterns. His long hair was tied up with a jade crown. He stood tall and had a composed demeanor.

Although his face still showed some paleness from the recent recovery from serious injuries, his eyes were deep as stars, with a hidden silver glint that made people afraid to look directly at him.

Ah Xiong, clad in black armor and sporting a newly acquired crimson-gold battle sword, stood behind Ming Chuan like a javelin, accompanied by fifty equally gleaming disciples of the Battle Hall. Silent yet exuding an aura of iron-blooded ferocity, he stood out starkly against the elegant and refined attire of the surrounding Saint Domain cultivators.

Their appearance immediately attracted a lot of attention.

Curiosity, scrutiny, disdain, and even a few subtle yet malicious probing glances.

"Ming-ge, these bastards' eyes are a bit off." Ah Xiong lowered his voice, his hand already on the hilt of his knife.

"Keep your composure." Mingchuan remained calm. "We're not here to fight today. Remember our identities: guests invited to observe the ceremony from the Spirit Realm's Myriad Rivers Sect."

His gaze swept across the entire venue, finally settling on the top level of the central viewing platform.

There, Fairy Yueyao had not yet appeared, but several unfathomable old men were already seated, clearly high-ranking members of the Holy Domain Dragon Roar Temple.

"Let's go to our location."

Mingchuan strode unhurriedly toward the viewing platform.

Along the way, most of the cultivators from the Holy Domain glanced at him sideways, but no one stepped forward to talk to him, forming an invisible barrier of indifference.

This is both a show of force and a form of isolation.

Mingchuan didn't care at all and went straight to the bottom of the viewing platform.

A middle-aged deacon dressed in a moon-white robe, with a fair complexion and no beard, stepped forward with a formulaic smile: "Are you the Sect Master Mingchuan of the Spirit Realm's Myriad Rivers Sect?"

“Exactly.” Mingchuan nodded.

"The fairy has decreed that Sect Master Ming is an honored guest, please take a seat."

The deacon stepped aside to lead the way, pointing to the viewing platform, the third level.

The third floor, in a middling position, was mostly occupied by representatives of medium-sized sects or heads of aristocratic families from the Holy Domain.

Placing Mingchuan here, seemingly as a courtesy, is actually a deliberate attempt to downplay his status as a representative of the spiritual realm and to treat him like any other guest.

Ah Xiong's face darkened, and he was about to explode.

Mingchuan raised his hand to stop him and smiled at the steward: "Thank you for your trouble."

Having said that, he calmly stepped onto the stage and sat down in a seat near the front of the third tier.

Although Ah Xiong was displeased, he still led his disciples to stand behind him, as steadfast as a rock.

After sitting down, Mingchuan closed his eyes to rest, seemingly unaware of the various gazes cast upon him, and quietly explored the entire Dengyun Platform with his divine sense.

Just as Jinman had predicted, the area beneath the platform and even in the air was filled with extremely complex and hidden composite formations.

At its core, there are indeed soul-locking and attraction-type runes, cleverly nested with the surface formations of the entire conference, such as the attraction of fortune and the sensing of talents. Unless one is well-prepared and has a deep understanding of formations, it is extremely difficult to detect!