The sect is full of evildoers, but I am the eldest brother.

"It seems you've made your choice..."

Mo Xinren looked at the Imperial Sage opposite him and suddenly chuckled twice.

The next instant, the three members of the Wildling Clan standing above the head of the Sage statue seemed to receive some kind of instruction.

Suddenly, it launched an attack, releasing an extremely powerful force as vast as the ocean, surging towards the group from the Hundred Refinements Pavilion in front!

"Holy crap! This is utterly unsportsmanlike!"

Witnessing this scene, everyone was greatly shocked.

I never expected the enemy to be so untrustworthy. Not even a single stick of time has passed, and they're already impatient. What happened to keeping their word? What happened to being a "good person"?!

Sure enough, the desert bandits were just desert bandits...

Dogs can’t change eating shit!

Sudden! Sudden! Sudden!

The moment the oppressive force descended.

Suddenly, the world shone brightly.

Three towering, illusory images of deities appeared simultaneously, each displaying a different color: yellow, blue, and red.

It stands tall and majestic.

They provided shelter for the vulnerable!

"He is a wise man!"

Someone recognized who had done it and couldn't help but exclaim in surprise.

The Wise Man was always on guard against the enemy's every move and never let his guard down.

The moment the oppressive aura descended, he transmitted his voice to Old Master Dongfang and Ancestor Mingyuan beside him.

Together with the other two patriarchs, they mobilized their vast true energy, unleashed their primordial spirit dharma forms, and worked together to protect those behind them from harm!

However, you don't know until you play against them that the gap is never innate, but rather the shortcomings that are exposed when you play against them!

Only by personally experiencing the previous round can one truly feel the terror emanating from the Wilderness Clan!

The three members of the Wilderness Clan only used a portion of their power to suppress the enemy, yet they forced the Supreme Sage and his companions to unleash their Dharma Aspect Divine Powers to resist.

To the naked eye, the three patriarchs calmly withstood the attack from the Wild Clan, but only they themselves knew how arduous the process was.

Especially the old man Dongfang, who is weaker than Yuji Xianshi and Mingyuan Laozu.

The old man appeared calm and collected, a confident smile playing on his lips.

But if you look closely, you'll notice that there are tiny beads of sweat on his forehead.

He's just holding on by sheer willpower!

But what I want to tell you is...

Mo Xinren's features began to contort, gradually becoming ferocious, and he said with a vicious expression, "You've made an absolutely wrong decision!"

As soon as they finished speaking, the three members of the Wilderness Clan tacitly withdrew their outward auras.

But before everyone could breathe a sigh of relief, golden stripes appeared behind the three members of the Wilderness Clan. Soon, these golden ripples became dense, like tiny mayflies, gradually converging and outlining a rough outline.

At first glance, it looks remarkably like the demonic giant that appeared before!

However, it also resembles the primordial spirit dharma forms displayed by the three founders of the Hundred Refinements Pavilion...

Moreover, the golden light doesn't look pure.

Lacks luster.

A faint, eerie gray-white hue permeated the air...

The primordial spirit dharma forms displayed by the three patriarchs were clearly larger, more powerful, and more oppressive than those of the three members of the Desolate Clan!

Describe it in one sentence.

That is......

This is nothing compared to what's truly great!

"This is......"

The Supreme Sage's pupils dilated in shock, "The God of Physiognomy!"

Upon hearing this, both Old Master Dongfang and Ancestor Mingyuan showed expressions of shock.

I could no longer maintain my inner peace.

I originally thought that, within the same realm, the individual combat strength of the Wild Clan was superior.

But the truth is, the two sides are not even in the same league!

The mortal realm has eight stages, the spiritual realm is the beginning, and the divine palace is the ultimate goal.

Once one transcends the realm of the Divine Palace, one can achieve the transformation from mortal to immortal, ascend to heaven, and become a true... immortal!

However, the Daoist tradition of ancient times differed from the eight realms of mortals in later generations. According to classical texts, in ancient times, the final realm before becoming an immortal was...

That is the eighth realm known as "Xiang Shen"!

The Divine Palace Realm is the last of the eight realms for mortals before becoming an immortal, while the Divine Aspect Realm was the eighth realm before becoming an immortal in ancient times.

Upon reaching this level, whether it is the Divine Palace Realm of later generations or the Divine Aspect Realm of ancient times, they are all collectively referred to as the "Half-Immortal" Realm!

In other words, the three founders of the Hundred Refinement Pavilion, who were in the mortal realm of the Eight Realms but had not even reached the seventh realm of the Celestial Realm, were standing in the sixth realm of the Harmonious Mind Realm.

They were facing...

They were three half-immortals who had fallen from the extreme realm of the mortal path!

And he's not just any ordinary fortune teller!

He is a half-immortal from the Great Wilderness Clan who survived the reckoning of "Heaven" and the "Prehistoric Cataclysm" and has lived since ancient times. He possesses the power of the ancient demon elephant.

Witnessing the disparity between the two sides, a deep sense of powerlessness lingered in the heart of the Imperial Envoy.

In the past, the wise man of the highest realm had heard this saying...

Those who are going up the mountain should never laugh at the gods who are coming down!

Even though these three members of the Desolate Clan are currently only displaying power equivalent to the Harmony Realm in later generations.

But each of them is a true demigod who has reached the pinnacle of the mortal realm!

Even if he falls from his realm, he is still a half-immortal whom even the most virtuous scholars cannot look up to!

Faced with such a powerful figure, the Hundred Refinements Pavilion didn't even have a single Celestial Being at the Profound Realm.

How can we talk about confrontation, how can we talk about matching each other, and how can we talk about preserving that long-standing tradition?

Could it be that, in the very end...

Is submission truly the only path left?

He wanted to fight to the death, to lead his men and carve a bloody path through the enemy lines, even if it meant dying with honor. But alas, the enemy's strength was far too disparate, and he suffered a crushing defeat before the battle even began...

Yuji Kenshi slowly closed his eyes, and his tightly clenched hands slowly loosened due to his weakness.

He completely gave up the struggle and let go of the people who had placed countless hopes on him.

At the same time...

I let go of my illusions that had been shattered like bubbles.

Knowing there are tigers in the mountains, yet still venturing into the tiger's den, that is courage.

Knowing full well that death is a near certainty, yet still resolutely moving forward, that is true fearlessness.

Knowing full well that there is no chance of survival, yet still taking everyone down with them because of selfish desires, that is... an unspeakable sin!

"Hahahaha, hahahaha..."

Seeing the despair on everyone's faces, Mo Xinren acted exaggeratedly, laughing so hard he almost fell over, unusually cheerful and unrestrained.

That expression was even more despicable than a petty person who has gained power.

In Gu Yi's view, only one word can describe it.

That's... despicable!

They're like a fox borrowing the tiger's power, a dog relying on its master's influence—truly despicable beyond measure!

Old Ye isn't that despicable!

"Who is it! Laughing so lewdly!"

Mo Xinren's laughter stopped abruptly at that moment.

His face immediately turned black.

"Who! Come out!"

Gu Yi stood at the very edge, crouching down behind the crowd, his brows furrowed, looking across the crowd toward the source of the sound.

That voice just now sounded like... Xixi!

Tsk! This brat, what time is it and she's still so reckless!

He's even more reckless than Lao Ye!