After conquering the Empress, I proved my Dao with the Heaven and Earth Spirit Furnace!

Qin Chuan's eyes immediately narrowed.

An indescribable aura erupted from Ancestor Yuwen at this moment.

The seven or eight divine senses of the Xuanzun all around turned to look at Ancestor Yuwen.

"Peak of the third level of the Profound Venerable Realm!"

The burly old man, the Xuanzun Ancestor of the Xingsi Tribe, had a solemn look in his eyes at this moment.

"This Ancestor Yuwen never achieved perfection before... I know, the annihilation of his entire clan brought him to perfection. What a ruthless Yuwen Hongye!"

The red-robed boy from the Yunlu tribe was startled and frowned.

The look in his eyes as he gazed at Ancestor Yuwen was tinged with a flicker of something.

At the same time, through divine sense, seven-tenths of the tribes in Mo Tu...

There were many cultivators who witnessed this scene.

Although they couldn't determine the exact extent of Yuwen Ancestor's power.

But seeing their imposing presence, they were immediately alarmed.

Huang Deshan, with his eyes wide open, was extremely nervous.

Since seeing Qin Chuan return, he was happy, but more than that, he was worried.

Among the demon butterflies, Die Lan sat silently in the distance, gazing at Qin Chuan within the light screen.

A hint of resentment flashed in her eyes. Over the past year, she had learned a great deal about Qin Chuan.

Although she was unwilling to admit it, she understood that she had fallen far behind.

Just as Ancestor Yuwen's cultivation fully erupted, reaching the peak of the third level of the Profound Venerable Realm.

Whether it was the Xuanzun Ancestors all around or the cultivators from the seven tribes of Mo Tu who witnessed this battle.

As their shock echoed, an even stronger fighting spirit suddenly ignited in Qin Chuan's eyes.

But soon, he frowned.

Qin Chuan sensed the demon spirit within the Heaven and Earth Spirit Furnace once again emitting a powerful teleportation force.

Moreover, this spread is even more rapid, as if it could teleport him away at any moment.

Qin Chuan had no control over this matter, so he could only ignore it.

He raised his right hand and flicked it, and the Blood Immortal Mask immediately appeared.

At the same time, the Blood Qilin roared to the sky, its body transforming into a streak of red light, and instantly rushed straight towards Qin Chuan.

The instant Qin Chuan put on the mask, the crimson light transformed from the Blood Qilin arrived.

As he completely merged into the mask, Qin Chuan's clothes began to flutter wildly.

His hair fluttered, and his aura exploded in that instant.

This outburst immediately drew the attention of all the Xuanzun ancestors around them.

This was witnessed by seventy percent of the cultivators from the Mo Tu tribes.

Amidst the deafening roar of heaven and earth, Qin Chuan's robes turned crimson.

His hair had also visibly turned red.

Blood radiated from all around him, and a massive blood-red chair appeared.

Above it, there was a woman wearing the same mask as Qin Chuan.

His figure appeared, with a hint of indifference, and he sat down in the chair.

Blood Immortal!

In that instant, the entire world turned crimson.

This scene could be seen even through a light screen.

It immediately made everyone who witnessed it feel the blood in its body, as if it were uncontrollably trying to fly out of its body.

As Qin Chuan slowly raised his head, his eyes flashed with a sharp light in an instant.

The moment Qin Chuan looked up, the old ancestor Yuwen, who had transformed into a young man, flashed a murderous glint in his eyes.

Yet, deep within his eyes, there was a hint of hesitation.

Because, at this moment, there is also a demon spirit in the storage ring of Ancestor Yuwen.

The demon's teleportation power is becoming increasingly frequent, forcing Ancestor Yuwen to reconsider whether to continue the battle.

After all, he had already attained the perfection of the Ruthless Path and reached the peak of the third level of the Profound Venerable Realm.

In the ancient realm of demons and immortals, there is something extremely important to him.

But he didn't have time to think much about it; Qin Chuan's aura at that moment made him extremely alarmed.

The moment their eyes met, they moved simultaneously.

A deafening roar echoed as the two men collided in an instant, neither yielding in the slightest, creating a deafening explosion.

A battle of wits between two equally small units!

Artistic conception versus artistic conception!

Supernatural power versus supernatural power!

This is no longer the battle as before; it has now become a bloodbath between Xuanzun.

In particular, Qin Chuan's Blood Immortal Divine Power almost annihilated the avatar of Ancestor Yuwen.

The moment it was revealed, the clouds shattered and the thunderous sound spread in all directions.

There was also the echoing of blood rain and the towering waves of Qinghai.

What shocked Ancestor Yuwen even more was the combat power that Qin Chuan was displaying at this moment.

It was even more powerful than when his clone experienced it.

Even more so amidst this formidable power, Ancestor Yuwen sensed for the first time... the power of faith emanating from Qin Chuan!

It was only at this moment that he suddenly realized.

The person before me is not only a cultivator, but also... a totem saint who can absorb faith!

It was this power of faith that made Qin Chuan's combat strength at this moment so formidable.

He was actually able to directly confront the peak of the third level of the Profound Venerable Realm.

"Damn it, I forgot he was also a totem ancestor who could absorb the power of faith."

This place is not far from his tribe, hence the strong religious atmosphere here!

Previously in Qinghai, the power of faith was weakened because of the distance!

"Kill this man where he can't absorb the power of faith..."

As Yuwen Patriarch was alarmed, the two collided with a deafening roar, unleashing a continuous barrage of supernatural powers.

Severing emotions, primordial spirits, and various other techniques were continuously unleashed in the hands of Ancestor Yuwen.

At this moment, the powerful Xuanzun around them also sensed the power of faith emanating from Qin Chuan.

They all took a deep breath, their minds reeling.

"Even I overlooked Qin Chuan's other identity: the Totem Saint Ancestor!"

The boy in the red robe had a strange glint in his eyes, and a thought suddenly formed in his mind.

You should try to make friends with people like this, and it would be best if they could offer you help in times of need.

Only in this way can we develop a deep friendship.

Other Xuanzun powerhouses around the area shared similar thoughts.

Even the cultivators in the seventy percent of the tribes in the Black Earth who witnessed this scene were all shocked.

Lu Hou of the Black Dragon Tribe looked much more weathered at this moment.

After separating from the Golden Crow Tribe, the Black Dragon Tribe joined the Demon Talisman Tribe.

At this moment, in the plaza of the Demon Talisman Department, looking at everything inside the light screen, Lu Hou sighed softly in his heart.

"Regret? This Qin Chuan is indeed... beyond our reach."

Beside Lü Hou was a male cultivator who resembled a woman.

With a touch of coldness beneath his gentle demeanor, he was none other than Xu Yi of the Demon Talisman Department.

Back in the Immortal Bridge Realm, the group of people once fought together for a demon spirit.

"Perhaps, what I accepted back then, looks wrong now..."

Lord Lü remained silent for a moment, then nodded.

Within the Demon Butterfly Sect, Dielan's eyes widened, her gaze fixed intently.

In the Yunlu tribe, Huang Deshan was breathing rapidly, while Zhao Gou, in the Yunlu tribe on the other side, was also experiencing a change in expression.

The roar echoed, and the battle grew even more intense.

During their battle, both of them sensed the demonic spirits emanating from the other.

The teleportation became even more powerful as they got closer.

A murderous glint flashed in Yuwen Patriarch's eyes, and the demon spirits within his Najie began to teleport more and more frequently.

It was as if urging him to end the battle as soon as possible.