Immortality and Cultivation: This old man seeks enlightenment through mere survival.

This desperate cry rang out like thunder in the ears of all the survivors!

Everyone then realized what was happening.

That's right! Jiuyou's high-profile attack on Qinglongjin caused such a huge commotion.

Given Tianming Palace's control over the southwest region, how could Qingming Zhenren not receive the news?

Why did this Core Formation cultivator only appear after the Song family patriarch's self-destruction and the Song family's foundation was nearly destroyed?

Just as this mixture of surprise, fear, and a hint of unspeakable anticipation was beginning to form—

"call……"

It wasn't a gale, but it was more unsettling than a gale.

An invisible, terrifying spiritual pressure, far more vast than any previous pressure, swept in without warning, like a tidal wave!

The clouds gathered silently, swallowing up the sunlight, and the sky suddenly darkened.

A powerful pressure that made all things bow down, like a Core Formation cultivator.

It enveloped the entire Qinglongjin!

"thump!"

"Ugh..."

Everyone felt as if a colossal mountain had been placed upon their hearts, and the Qi Refining cultivators collapsed to the ground, finding it extremely difficult even to lift their heads.

Even Foundation Establishment cultivators felt as heavy as mountains on their shoulders, their spiritual energy sluggish, and they had to exert all their strength to maintain their stance, with fine beads of cold sweat appearing on their foreheads.

coming!

Master Qingming has really arrived!

The wind seemed to die completely at that moment, and all things fell silent.

A figure in cyan landed silently on the turbulent surface of the Azure River. The water beneath his feet became calm and serene, as if paying homage to its king.

The newcomer wore an ancient blue Taoist robe, and although his face appeared to be middle-aged, his eyes were as deep and cold as ice.

"I arrived a step too late, allowing you, you madman, to unleash such a monstrous massacre..."

Master Qingming spoke, his voice not loud, but carrying an undeniable authority and chilling killing intent, "Today, I will not spare you!"

"Master Qingming! Please do justice for us!"

"Master! This scoundrel is lawless and has slaughtered my fellow cultivators of the Azure River Sect. He deserves to die a thousand deaths!"

"Please, Master, execute this monastery to set things right!"

"..."

The surviving members of the Song family, Yuntian Sect, and Wang family, as if grasping at their last straw, cried out in all their might, pouring out all their fear and resentment.

It was as if the Azure Nether Immortal was the only hope to dispel the clouds and bring forth the sun, and to sweep away the demons.

Qingming Zhenren's gaze swept over the ravaged Qinglongjin, finally settling on the massive Dharma body of Jiuyou. His tone remained cold, yet carried a condescending air of judgment:

"Don't worry, everyone."

Since our Heavenly Nether Palace is responsible for maintaining order in the southwestern cultivation world, we cannot tolerate such people who disregard the rules and wantonly slaughter others.

"Nine Netherworld openly provoked and killed the Song family head. The evidence is irrefutable. I will personally execute him as a warning to others!"

These high-sounding words stirred up a wave of excitement among the survivors.

However, Jiuyou let out a deafening laugh, which caused the Azure River to boil once more:

"Hahaha! After watching this show for so long, are you finally willing to climb down from your cloud? You old man Qingming!"

His enormous eyes were fixed on Qingming Zhenren, his voice filled with undisguised sarcasm:

"Others may be fooled by you, but I know you've been here for a long time!"

You've been hiding in the clouds, watching helplessly as I slaughtered the Song family... What, do you want to use me as a weapon to teach the restless Song family a lesson?

Or are you waiting for us to both be severely weakened so you can clean up the mess and reap both fame and fortune?

Jiuyou's soul perception is not top-notch.

However, as a top-tier body cultivator, he possesses an almost instinctive sensitivity to the vital energy and life force of living beings.

Qingming Zhenren's concealment spells can perfectly conceal his own magical power fluctuations, but they cannot completely hide the magnificent and unique life aura that belongs to a Core Formation Zhenren!

This aura—

In Jiuyou's perception, it was like a lighthouse in the darkness, already revealing the fact that he had been there all along...

Faced with Jiuyou's accusations.

A barely perceptible ripple finally appeared on Qingming Zhenren's usually impassive face, but it vanished in an instant. He let out a cold snort:

"Nonsense, utterly incomprehensible!"

If these are your last words, then take them with you to the underworld to tell them!

Before he finished speaking, he had already made his move! Without any visible action, the air in front of him rippled slightly, and his natal magic weapon, [Breath of the Gentle Breeze], appeared.

It was not a physical sword or blade, but a pale blue vortex that constantly changed shape, existing between reality and illusion.

With a thought from Qingming Zhenren, the vortex instantly split into dozens of huge crescent-shaped wind blades!

"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh—!!"

The wind blades tore through the air, emitting a piercing shriek that ripped through eardrums!

Each wind blade grew longer as it faced the wind, instantly transforming into a size of tens of feet, with a cold light flowing around its edges that could cut through space, and it began to spin wildly!

Even more terrifying, these wind blades drew upon the power of heaven and earth—

A sudden gust of wind swept across Qinglongjin!

The surging river water was forcibly drawn up by an invisible force and rolled back up, attaching itself to the wind blades and transforming into dozens of terrifying water tornadoes with bared fangs and claws, each over a hundred feet in diameter, reaching from the sky to the ground!

With an aura of annihilation, it surged towards the massive Dharma body of the Nine Netherworld from all directions!

"Wow...what a terrifying power!"

"This...is this just a casual strike from a Core Formation cultivator? Every wind blade and water tornado feels even more terrifying than the full-force strike from Patriarch Song!"

"The power of a True Immortal is indeed beyond the comprehension of someone who has only reached the Foundation Establishment stage!"

The survivors watched, their hearts pounding with a mixture of fear and a strange excitement.

In their view, such an attack would be impossible for the Nine Netherworlds to withstand!

"Hmph, a mere trifle."

Nine Nether roared, and its four giant arms once again joined forces to grasp the murderous aura of [Ten Thousand Controls]!

With a thought, the demonic sword once again surged to nearly a hundred feet in length, and he wielded it like a pillar of heaven, fiercely slashing and sweeping it towards the countless water tornadoes that were attacking him!

One force can defeat ten!

Break all laws with one force!

"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The demonic sword clashed violently with the water tornado!

The deafening roars continued incessantly, as if the heavens and earth were weeping!

Those formidable waterspouts were torn apart and severed by absolute power, transforming into a torrential downpour that made the already soaked ruins even more chaotic.

The sharp wind blades hidden in the core of the tornado rubbed violently against the blade of [Ten Thousand Commanders], bursting out with blinding sparks and the sound of metal clashing.

In the end, it was also violently blasted away and bounced off by that incomparably brutal force!

Of course, many fragments of the sword 【一万驭】, which was made up of countless broken swords, were also shaken off under such intense collision.

Instantly, it transformed into jets of metal containing terrifying kinetic energy and sharp sword energy, shooting out in all directions!

"He actually... blocked it?!"

"They can even withstand the attack of a Core Formation cultivator?!"

"Oh no! Get out of the way!!"

"Ah—! My leg!!"

"Help!!"

Those cultivators on both sides of the strait who thought they were safe and hadn't retreated far enough to watch the battle suddenly found themselves in dire straits!

The extremely fast-moving metal fragments instantly riddled several cultivators with holes, leaving them no time to even scream!

Even a deacon in the early stages of Foundation Establishment was accidentally pierced through the chest!