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

Jiuyou still gripped the [Ten Thousand Controls] with both hands, which were as solid as door panels. His eyes were as cold as ancient ice, without the slightest emotional fluctuation.

Under the horrified gaze of Qingming Zhenren, Jiuyou's arm muscles tensed instantly, and then he exerted force with his waist, swinging the giant sword from bottom to top like a serve, another clean and neat swing!

"Snapped--!!!"

This time, the sound was crisper, with a creaking sound as the bones could no longer bear the weight.

The fall of the Azure Nether Immortal came to an abrupt halt.

Instead, it reflected off the sky at an even faster speed than when it was falling!

He didn't even have a chance to adjust his posture!

"left."

Nine Nether's indifferent voice came with the wind, already appearing in that direction. [Ten Thousand Chariots] once again transformed into afterimages, striking horizontally!

"right."

"above."

"later!"

"Bang!" "Crack!" "Boom!" "Thump!"...

For a moment, the entire sky above Qinglongjin presented an extremely bizarre and astonishing scene:

The powerful and influential Qingming Zhenren, the master of the Tianming Palace, who was renowned throughout the southwestern part of the northern airspace and was a Core Formation True Person.

At this moment, he was like a helpless ball, being slapped around in the air by Jiuyou, who was wielding a broadsword and exuding a chilling demonic aura!

The spectators below stared wide-eyed, their necks swaying mechanically from side to side as the "ball" and the shadowy figure in the sky shifted position.

Their eyes were filled with absurdity and disbelief.

"I...I didn't see wrong, did I? Qingming Zhenren, he..."

"Being...being used as a ball to beat?!"

"Foundation Establishment cultivators are overwhelming Core Formation cultivators?! Is this still the Northern Airspace?"

"The prestige of a Core Formation cultivator... has been completely shattered today..."

Exclamations, gasps, and mutterings rose and fell.

This scene completely overturned their understanding of the barriers to cultivation realms.

"Damn it! Enough!! Give me your orders—rebuke me!!!"

After being repeatedly pounded like a punching bag, Qingming Zhenren, with his face bruised and swollen and his hair disheveled, finally mustered a bit of strength and let out a roar of extreme humiliation!

His inner core spun wildly, and his immense magical power erupted recklessly.

At the same time, the [Heavenly Netherworld Robe] he wore, already riddled with cracks, suddenly emitted a bright, eerie light, and then—

"boom!!!"

A loud explosion rang out!

He recklessly self-destructed the long-standing defensive magic weapon, the [Heavenly Netherworld Robe]!

The energy from the self-destruction of the magical artifact formed a brief, violent repulsive force field.

Finally, the Nine Netherworld, which was like a leech clinging to his body, was forcibly shaken back dozens of feet!

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Qingming Zhenren steadied himself, hovering in mid-air, breathing heavily.

His hair was disheveled, his face was bruised and swollen, and his robes were torn. Where was the composure and majesty of a Core Formation True Person?

Can't figure it out!

I really can't understand it!

Qingming was exceptionally talented, considered a promising young cultivator among Core Formation cultivators. Since succeeding as the Palace Master of Tianming Palace, he had enjoyed smooth sailing. Relying on the auspicious location of Huangze City, he secretly accumulated power and even dreamed of unifying the Northern Sky Domain.

Even those veteran Core Formation cultivators, he was confident that he could surpass them in time!

But this scholar in blue robes, Jiuyou... this monster who popped out of some crack in the rock!

Not only are their whereabouts mysterious, but their rise to power in just over a decade has been incredibly rapid!

He suffered a great loss in the Black Miasma Forest three years ago, even though he had learned his lesson and made ample preparations.

Why...why has the other party become even more terrifying and unpredictable than they were three years ago?!

I was even more humiliated than last time, and suffered such a disgrace!

the other side.

Jiuyou was knocked back dozens of feet, but his body remained as steady as a rock. After entering the Demonic Descent state, all his emotions were suppressed, his mind was calmed, his fighting instincts were heightened, but his thoughts were exceptionally clear.

"Where is your body, the Mist Demon King?"

"Use it all at once. That military flag you took from the Black Miasma Forest ruins can command the remnants of the Mist Demon King..."

"The several fog waves that swept across the southwest were instigated by you to devour the flesh and blood of living beings, to feed and revive the Fog Demon King, weren't they?"

Jiuyou's words were like a bucket of ice water being poured into boiling oil!

Everyone was stunned and bewildered.

"Wha...what?!"

"The fog tide...was created by True Immortal Qingming?!"

"Is it to raise the Mist Demon King?!"

"Damn it! My sect was destroyed in the last fog surge! My junior brothers and sisters..."

"My Daoist partner... died in that fog surge three months ago! You old scoundrel Qingming! Give me back my Daoist partner's life!!"

"Tianming Palace!! You deserve to die!"

The crowd was instantly enraged!

Countless gazes filled with hatred and rage shot towards Qingming Zhenren in the sky like sharp arrows.

Master Qingming's expression changed slightly, and he shouted sternly:

"Nonsense! You're spouting nonsense!"

I see that your eerie demonic aura is exactly the same as that raging fog tide!

As everyone knows, your whereabouts are shrouded in mystery, and your cultivation level has risen at an abnormally rapid pace. You are likely the very culprit who unleashed this calamity!

Qingming Zhenren was deep in thought; the Mist Demon King's body was his biggest trump card and top secret for realizing his ambitions.

Even if the situation is unfavorable at this moment, he would never admit it...

"Still pretending?"

Jiuyou remained expressionless, as if stating a given fact.

"Fine, then I'll beat you until you admit it..."

Before he finished speaking, a ripple spread across the river beneath his feet, and he reappeared before Qingming Zhenren like a black lightning bolt tearing through space!

"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The battle broke out again, but the situation had already reversed!

Sometimes Jiuyou uses the "Ten Thousand Controls" technique, and sometimes he abandons his sword. His fists, elbows, knees, legs... every part of his body is transformed into the most terrifying and efficient killing weapon!

In Demon Form—

His speed, reaction time, strength, and grasp of timing in battle have all reached an unbelievable level!

Qingming Zhenren intended to use his escape technique to create distance...

However, the Nine Netherworlds follow you like a shadow.

No matter how Qingming Zhenren changed his position or used his Wind Escape Technique.

That terrifying shadowy figure can always get close in an instant!

Once a magic cultivator is completely approached by a body cultivator, their fate is sealed—

They can only passively await the relentless, destructive onslaught of storms!

Above the Azure River, two figures, one in green and one in black, transformed into blurry afterimages and engaged in a frantic battle!

Sometimes they collided like two shooting stars, creating a ring of air currents!

Sometimes it crashes into the riverbed, causing the entire river to boil and creating waves hundreds of meters high!

At times, they would burst out of the water, creating a curtain of water, and the sounds of metal clanging and magic exploding were endless!

The onlookers below could only see two incredibly fast beams of light colliding, separating, and colliding again in the air and water!

……

Every contact unleashed a heart-stopping energy surge, causing the world to lose its color and rivers to flow backward!