Looking back, it was all like a fairyland.

I saw that the woman was surrounded by stars.

A pair of hands linked these starlights together to form a ritual. Mirage Dragon felt circles of light lighting up at his joints, restricting his movements.

The Mirage Dragon wasn't one to just take a beating. With a light, cold snort, the light circles shattered into shadows in the next instant. The sword light had already reached him.

"Not bad, very strong, but unfortunately, not strong enough!" Even under the sword's aura, the Mirage Dragon was still able to stretch its limbs. Then, facing the sword's aura, it slowly raised its hand and snapped its fingers.

The moment the sword beams reached the mirage dragon, they transformed into a cloud of dead leaves. The crisp, yellow leaves drifted across the sky. Within a few breaths, a brown carpet spread across the ground. The Great Wilderness Sword Sect's headmaster's eyes widened, a look of disbelief on his face.

The mirage dragon, however, stepped on the dead leaves and creaked as it walked towards the subsequent attack. The attack that followed came from the royal family of the Daxi royal family.

It's said that the Daxi royal family possesses the bloodline of the Golden Crow, and its unique bloodline magical power is the true fire of the sun. At this moment, it possessed a certain aura of true fire, its wings spread in golden, dancing flames, elegant and noble. Wherever the giant bird of flame passed, it scorched the air and distorted it, igniting the air.

The dead leaves that had not yet fallen burned into a rain of fire under the flapping of its wings, surrounding him in the blink of an eye.

The mirage dragon narrowed its eyes, staring at the glaring flames as if it were the sun. He was familiar with this flame; he'd experienced it before. However, this one was clearly not as powerful as the one that struck him the first time. So, it opened its mouth and exhaled a long stream of mist. The mist enveloped the mirage dragon, transforming into a massive, swirling dragon in the blink of an eye. Its eyes were stern, and with a roar to the heavens, it raised its hand and struck down. A single claw descended from the sky, crushing the firebird to death instantly.

At this moment, he suddenly turned around and slapped him.

The leader of the Haori Immortal Sect had come to his side at some point and struck him with a palm.

The palms collided, and the heat and cold tangled together, annihilating the ground into a huge crater. The master was sent flying by this palm.

"Come on, let me see if I've misjudged you," the Mirage Dragon said confidently to Sun Jia, the leader of the Shangjing Sect.

Sun Jia remained silent. His hands flickered white as he gestured in mid-air, writing ancient seal characters one after another. These characters lit up one after another around the mirage dragon. When the last one lit up, a series of circles formed. These circles began to spin like a compass, larger circles within smaller ones, at varying speeds.

"That's interesting."

"Looking at this scene, the Mirage Dragon said. And with a 'click,' each time the circle stopped, after the ninth click, a beam of white light descended from the sky and enveloped him."

"You shouldn't have looked down on me like that," Sun Jia finally spoke.

&34;The radiance of the heavens is drawn forth. &34;

The white light didn't cause much damage to the mirage dragon at first, just a slight sensation of heat. But after a few breaths, something changed. Tiny electric currents emerged from the white light, pulsing across his skin and causing a slight stinging sensation.

As the stinging sensation intensified, the current became more intense. The mirage dragon's skin had already begun to appear burnt brown, and the white light was also filled with electricity.

"This is no ordinary lightning."

The mirage dragon spoke with its mouth slightly parted. With these words, the skin on its face began to peel off, turning to charcoal and disappearing in the lightning.

Thunder itself is a supremely yang entity, let alone a divine thunder from the heavens. Slaying demons and exorcising evil spirits, exorcising plagues, and so using it to deal with the great demon was perfectly suited. He had initially been wary of this person escaping his formation, but to his surprise, this person showed no signs of breaking free, and instead watched with great interest.

Such an arrogant attitude would inevitably lead to suffering. He didn't think this move could kill the opponent, but it should not be a problem to injure him.

However, as time goes by.

The mirage dragon's outermost layer of skin has completely disappeared, its muscles have atrophied into charcoal, and its appearance and expression have become extremely terrifying.

But even so, Sun Jia still felt something was wrong. He looked sharply into the mirage dragon's eyes and found that they were still calm and without any pain.

"How is that possible?!"

Any creature that crawled out of the abyss would find this divine thunder unbearable. This pain was not just physical, but penetrated into the soul. The pain of the flesh was bearable, but the soul...

unless......

"Aren't you surprised?" The mirage dragon fiddled with its withered and charred arm, seemingly seeing through the other's thoughts, and said leisurely.

"I should have told you already, I'm not some great demon, but a genuine god!"

As he finished speaking, his body began to recover at a visible speed. His muscles revitalized, his skin regrew, and vitality filled his entire body. The divine light radiating from his body vibrated, directly shattering the lightning. The seal characters instantly dimmed and vanished into the ground, as if wiped out.

"So, the Thunder Magic wasn't as powerful as I'd imagined. Gentlemen, is this all your strength?"

Faced with such taunts, even the head of the Great Desolate Sword Sect, known for his volatile temper and the tendency to draw his sword at the slightest disagreement, remained silent. A solemn expression remained on their faces. They certainly possessed more than just this much strength, but seeing how effortlessly Mirage Dragon moved, it didn't seem like he was exerting all his strength.

"Idle Garden Walk" was referring to the other party. They had never seen a monster that used the Nine Heavens Qinghui Yin as a bath. The fact that it had received such a blow had caused no significant damage was unbelievable. Even more unbelievable was the fact that the other party was also under the influence of a large formation. They couldn't imagine what it would look like without it.

Although this is just a test, why can't I get to the bottom of it?

"Come at me all at once; your disciples might not die so quickly."

This was said bluntly, but Shenlong had the capital to say so.

The six sect leaders surrounded the Mirage Dragon. Spiritual energy flowed through their bodies. From the Floating Mountain, figures flew out, arriving behind their respective sect leaders, momentarily forming an encirclement.

&34;Come on!&34;

The six masters didn't say anything, but took action directly. Mirage Dragon laughed and disappeared from the spot in an instant.

A great battle ensued. A true battle, a stark contrast to the earlier trials. Sword flashes rained down, and the elders of the Great Wilderness Sword Sect formed into small teams of four or five to launch a coordinated attack. Second only to the master's sword dance, the swords of varying states of mind shone in harmony. This reminded Mirage Dragon of Yingjian Mountain in the outside world. They were both sword cultivators, each flourishing, yet different. Yingjian Mountain emphasized intention, while the Great Wilderness Sword Sect specialized in skill, each possessing their own strengths and weaknesses, each possessing their own unique flair. But the one constant was their devotion to the sword.