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

His expression was calm, but his eyes were deep and unfathomable, as if they contained stars.

Although his cultivation level was at the Profound Emperor Realm at this moment, he intended to challenge those prodigies and Dao Sons with his physical strength.

Qin Chuan wanted to know if he could continue to crush his opponent using only his physical body.

He wants to go and witness it!

Therefore, he wants to fight!

To fight... in order to find that glimmer of opportunity for a breakthrough in cultivation!

……

Outside the ancient Xuanhu Lake.

The Dao Well that suddenly appeared started erupting once every five days, then once every three days, and finally once every two days.

Until now, once a day!

According to the records of the Southern Region Sect, the existence of this ancient Dao Well has appeared several times in the long history of the sect.

The well will erupt twice a day for three days before it completely dries up and disappears.

As time passed, the prodigies of the major sects and families in the western part of the Southern Region were able to flourish.

During this period, seize every moment to reflect and strive to gain enlightenment at the final moment.

Until this day, Wang Teng, the Daoist son of the Wang family, achieved a breakthrough by the Dao Well and entered the Xuanhuang Realm!

The Dao Well erupted, releasing countless amounts of dense Xuan Qi, which could only be absorbed by him alone and did not dissipate into the world.

After him, Wang Chengjie, the former head of the Wang family, did not decline even after losing an arm.

Instead, he rose to prominence at this moment, becoming the fourth person in the Southern Region to step into the Xuanhuang realm!

Similarly, there was a burst of Dao Jing Xuan Qi.

This profound energy does not belong to heaven and earth, but only to those who have successfully achieved enlightenment and broken through to the next level.

In an instant, the Wang family's two Xuan Emperors shook the Southern Region...

Meanwhile, during this period, a storm swept through the western part of the southern region.

The storm shook all directions, heading towards the ancient Xuan Lake.

This caused every cultivator from the Southern Region present here to be deeply shaken.

All of this stems from a single name.

Black-robed, masked man!

According to legend, he was a monk who wore a black robe and a ghost mask.

This person's cultivation level is unknown, but his combat power is extraordinary, and no one can defeat him.

He can often defeat his opponent with a single punch, without using any martial arts techniques or magical weapons.

Gradually, some cultivators began to jokingly call this person "One-Punch Ghost-Faced Man".

It is said that when he fought, he would often only utter one word.

"war!"

The rumors about the black-robed, masked man began with the first battle seven days ago.

In that battle, his opponent was a prodigy from the Fang family who was at the eighth level of the Xuan King realm.

The two met in mid-air, without cause or effect, only the earth-shattering word "battle" remained.

The roar echoed...

The Fang family's prodigy suffered a crushing defeat in the blink of an eye.

It was as if it had swept away everything in its path.

This battle was witnessed by many people around.

While people were horrified, before the news could spread, the black-robed, masked man's second battle began.

The opponent was a prodigy from the Brahma Sect, and just like before, that prodigy was utterly defeated in an instant.

No one lost their life, but such a crushing defeat was like a flood that destroyed confidence, enough to leave people devastated.

In the following days, the Wang family, the Li family, the Blazing Fire Sect, the Wuji Palace, the Yin-Yang Sect…

Such powerful sects and the prodigies within aristocratic families all encountered that black-robed, masked man on different occasions.

After the first battle, no one had a second chance to strike in front of that black-robed figure; they were all utterly defeated in an instant.

The entire western part of the Southern Region was in an uproar, with countless people speculating about the identity of this black-robed, masked man.

Various speculations and conflicting opinions have emerged.

On the eighth day, a thousand miles outside the Daojing in the western part of the Southern Region, the disciples of the Blazing Fire Sect gathered.

In mid-air, a figure in a black robe silently hovered, with a young man in front of him.

The young man looked extremely arrogant, his eyes gleaming as he stared intently at the man in black robes.

"Who exactly are you?"

The man in black robes was none other than Qin Chuan.

For several days in a row, he fought with others, hoping to gain enlightenment through battle.

Go and find that glimmer of opportunity for a breakthrough.

Even stray cats and dogs on the street would get punched if he encountered them.

Gradually, some results were achieved.

Therefore, Qin Chuan did not immediately go to Daojing, but continued to challenge various geniuses from the Southern Region.

None of the opponents he encountered in the past few days were capable of putting up a fight.

Therefore, Qin Chuan set his sights on the most outstanding prodigies and Daoist disciples of sects and aristocratic families.

At this moment, the young man in front of him was the number one disciple of the Brahma Sect, possessing the ninth level of the Profound King realm.

Half-step Xuanhuang, Han Mingshan!

"Fight!" Qin Chuan said calmly, without any unnecessary words.

A glint flashed in Han Mingshan's eyes. After laughing loudly, he raised a large sword in his right hand and unleashed it with a whoosh.

The sword's light surged skyward, heading straight for Qin Chuan's location.

Seeing this, Qin Chuan's lips curled slightly, and he stepped forward.

The deafening roar filled the air in an instant, but it was all over in a flash…

Han Mingshan coughed up blood, staggered backward, and looked horrified.

His greatsword shattered into pieces, finally collapsing completely as his body rolled backward.

One move, and he was utterly defeated!

A deep, bone-revealing fist mark appeared on Han Mingshan's left shoulder, from which blood trickled.

His face was pale, and his flying body was caught by the disciples of the Blazing Fire Sect behind him, who all looked on in horror.

"Your understanding of that well and your comprehension of the ancient battle qi technique are beyond my comprehension!"

Taking a deep breath, Han Mingshan managed to stand up with the help of others.

He looked at Qin Chuan solemnly and said, word by word.

If that punch had been aimed at my chest, I would probably have been either dead or seriously injured.

Clearly, the other party had already shown mercy.

Qin Chuan turned and left without saying a word.

Over the past eight days, he has challenged many people, and many of them have mentioned the Dao Well and the ancient battle qi technique.

As he took a step, Qin Chuan removed his mask, revealing Wang Xueyi's appearance below, still dressed in a black robe.

An hour later, Qin Chuan saw a huge lake on the land in front of him.

It is not so much a lake as it is actually a well.

There are now many cultivators around this well, numbering in the tens of thousands.

At this moment, they were all sitting cross-legged, as if in deep meditation.

Qin Chuan's arrival went unnoticed by anyone.

After glancing at the crowd around him, Qin Chuan chose a less crowded spot and sat down cross-legged.

Gazing at the empty well, he narrowed his eyes and remained silent.

Time passes little by little.

The next morning, Qin Chuan immediately noticed that the crowd around Daojing had suddenly increased.

It was no longer tens of thousands, but a constant stream of cultivators arriving from all directions.

By noon, there were already tens of thousands of cultivators here.

By dusk, the place was densely packed with people, numbering as many as 100,000.

Just then, the empty well in front of them suddenly shone with light.

These rays of light intertwined, transforming into a curtain of light in mid-air.

A blurry figure could be vaguely seen sitting cross-legged inside, his hands unconsciously forming a mudra in meditation.

"Appeared!"

"What kind of enlightenment does this well contain? Damn it, I've been here since the beginning, and apart from my eyes being dry, I haven't gained a single thing!"

The moment the strange phenomenon appeared, hushed discussions immediately arose from all around.