System: After the fortune telling, my cultivation level skyrocketed.

"If you lose, I will be tormented by her day and night." Chen Xuan said with a smile, but with a hint of certainty. "Immortal, show your full strength."

These words were like sparks igniting dry grass. Qiu Zixian's body, hidden beneath her black and white veil, tensed slightly, her solemnity instantly transforming into a burning fighting spirit. She raised her eyes to look at Chen Xuan, her voice sharp and piercing: "Show everything?"

"Of course." Chen Xuan nodded, a hint of arrogance flashing in his eyes. "I want you to defeat her in three moves—she's just two ancient immortal inheritances, yet she dares to call herself arrogant in front of me?"

"Sister, our happiness as sisters depends on this battle!" Lu Xueqi suddenly spoke up. She was wearing a white and light blue silk dress, the flowing cloud patterns on the hem swirling with her movements, like moonlight covering her body. "Sister, aren't you going to use the magic weapon I lent you?"

Chen Xuan's words were based on confidence, while Lu Xueqi's words revealed her inner turmoil—if she lost this battle, she would have no face to face her sisters in the Immortal Abode.

Qiu Zixian's eyes narrowed, and the moment she clasped her hands together, the void suddenly twisted, and a ferocious, enormous crescent scythe appeared out of thin air, its blade swirling with black, red, and white tricolor demonic mist; the next moment, the demonic mist surged, and a thousand-mile-tall phantom of a demon rose from the ground, blotting out the sky and the sun, its body shrouded in a bone-chilling cold.

"Ah—uh ah—"

The Heavenly Water Divine Dragon represents the pinnacle of righteousness and light, while this demon represents the ultimate in darkness and treachery.

The moment the phantom appeared, countless screams and shrieks filled the small world like maggots clinging to bones. Wherever the sound waves passed, the holy sons and daughters of the Immortal Mountain Square turned pale and raised their hands to their brows—this was the mind-controlling demonic sound of the Great Perfection of the Three Paths of Demonic Cultivation. Even with the support of their internal protective energy, their souls felt as if they were being pricked by needles!

"Hahaha..." Xia Jiuyou saw through Qiu Zixian's trump card and immediately burst into laughter, his white feather robe fluttering in the wind. "My Heavenly Water Divine Dragon Formation is based on the Flame Dragon Formation. The divine power of the Flame Dragon is the best counter to your strange aura! No one knows the ins and outs of the three paths of demonic cultivation better than me!"

Amidst the mocking laughter, she brandished her sword, and the Heavenly Water Dragon suddenly twisted its body, its blue scales flashing as it charged towards the demon in front of it.

Before she could finish speaking, Xia Jiuyou's pupils suddenly shrank to pinpoints, and her body beneath her white feather robe trembled slightly with rage. She abruptly turned to glare at Lu Xueqi, gritting her teeth: "Imperial Weapon Dragon Pattern Armor!!"

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and saw that Qiu Zixian was covered with a set of dark and dazzling holy light armor. The dragon patterns engraved on the armor plates were lifelike and were slowly writhing with her aura. An imperial might that looked down on the world quietly spread.

Dao Yi and the others gaped in shock, their astonishment overwhelming them—an imperial weapon, a supreme treasure forged by the Immortal Ancient Emperor!

"This is a replica of the Emperor Weapon Dragon Pattern Armor from the Yao Guang Holy Land!" a holy son explained in a trembling voice. "Although it is not an innate Emperor Weapon, it was created by the Yao Guang Immortal King after comprehending the Great Emperor Weapon Dao patterns. Its power is enough to crush ordinary immortal treasures!"

"My sister Zixian and I are like sisters. This is nothing more than a replica of an imperial weapon." Lu Xueqi adjusted her white and light blue silk robe, her tone disdainful. "Once I transcend my tribulation and become a true immortal, my master will bestow upon me the true dragon-patterned armor. Even if I were to give it to my sister Zixian, what difference would it make?"

"Ang—Ang—"

Nine ancient and powerful dragon roars resounded throughout the universe, piercing through layers of sky-covering arrays.

The dragon patterns on the dragon-patterned armor suddenly lit up, moving like living creatures, and waves of imperial might swept out like a tsunami, causing the entire small world to tremble!

Within the hidden immortal abode in the Zifu Sacred Land, nestled in the crevices of time and space, an avatar of the Zichen God King sat cross-legged, surrounded by primordial immortal light that suppressed destiny.

Suddenly, the core of the immortal mansion trembled violently, the purple energy surged violently, and the entire immortal mansion was passively activating its power!

"What intruded that could trigger the Purple Mansion and force out the power of an Emperor-level weapon?" Zi Chen suddenly opened his eyes, his golden pupils bursting with divine light.

He slowly closed his eyes, and his soul, like a golden rainbow, broke through all the magic arrays, instantly descending into the immortal mansion where his daughter was—the first thing he saw was the armor with flowing dragon patterns and awe-inspiring divine power.

"Interesting. This is Yao Guang's dragon-patterned armor." He raised an eyebrow as he scanned it with his divine sense. "Hmm? It's not a Primordial Emperor Weapon, but it's a very well-made replica."

Upon further probing with his divine sense, Lu Xueqi and Chen Xuan appeared in the Immortal Mountain Square—the former dressed in white and blue like moonlight, while the latter remained calm and composed, as if watching a play.

Zi Chen's lips curled into a playful smile: "So that's how it is. No wonder Yao Guang's things ended up in the Purple Mansion Holy Land."