My Wife Is The Leader Of A Demonic Cult-Chapter 295: Mysterious Shadows in the Sandy Bottom, Ancient City Appears

Chapter 295 -295: Mysterious Shadows in the Sandy Bottom, Ancient City Appears

Jiang Renyi once harbored grand ambitions, and if not for the emergence of Zhao Qingmei, this demonic figure in the Demon Sect, he would have been the current Sect Hierarch of Outer Heaven.

As a Half-step Master in his thirties and likely to reach the Grandmaster Realm by his forties, his martial arts aptitude was considered rare in Jianghu, almost a replica of Lin Yiyang.

Furthermore, with his father being the former Sect Hierarch and the great demon Jiang Shang, his prestige in the Demon Sect was naturally unparalleled and admired by all.

And within the Demon Sect, the only person who could incite a trace of fear in him was one individual.

That person was none other than his own father, Jiang Shang.

He had always felt an inexplicable fear toward Jiang Shang since childhood, especially when he saw those eyes, for some reason feeling like his father might strangle him to death the next moment.

This feeling accompanied his growth.

The person who suddenly appeared before him was the very Jiang Shang, the only person he truly feared in his heart.

“Father… why have you come?”

Jiang Renyi’s voice trembled as he spoke upon seeing the newcomer.

Jiang Shang, with a smiling demeanor and a benign appearance, made it difficult to imagine that he was once the great demon who had made countless experts in the world tremble in fear.

Even though the world has seen numerous masters from the Demon Path, very few have left a lasting and deep impression, but Jiang Shang’s eccentric personality was one of the most unforgettable in recent centuries.

“Life seems to be treating you rather well; you even look much plumper,” said Jiang Shang with a smile.

Jiang Renyi forced a couple of laughs, then sighed, “Your son lacks capability and is no match for Zhao Qingmei, thus losing the position of Sect Hierarch…”

Deep down, he had a sliver of hope that upon Jiang Shang’s return, perhaps there would be a chance to turn the tables. But a series of events that followed thoroughly dispelled this thought.

With Jun Qinglin’s death and various crises within the Demon Sect, even if he were to assume the role of Outer Heaven’s master now, was he capable of carrying the Demon Sect’s banner?

Some things, once understood, turned out to be trivial. At this moment, Jiang Renyi had lost his previous attachment to the position of Sect Hierarch.

Jiang Shang looked at Jiang Renyi and said, “With little Qingmei there, you would definitely not become the Sect Hierarch, and I have never planned to pass on the position to you.”

Jiang Renyi’s rise to Sect Hierarch was facilitated by Yuan Feng, not Jiang Shang.

Jiang Renyi breathed a sigh of relief internally, then hastily said, “Father, I have already established a family and business here in Lin’an City, and even have a wife. Liuniang is a good woman; let me take you to meet her.”

No matter what, Jiang Shang was the only family he had in this world, and naturally, he wanted to introduce Jiang Shang to his wife.

Jiang Shang indifferently said, “I’ve met her.”

Jiang Renyi was taken aback, “You’ve met her?”

Jiang Shang responded, “But I don’t think she’s suitable for you.”

Jiang Renyi frowned slightly, whispering, “Actually, she’s quite a good person.”

Jiang Shang spoke lightly, “That is merely an illusion created by others. The relationships between people are not as simple as you imagine.”

Jiang Renyi was about to speak but suddenly thought of something, “Father…”

“I know you are reluctant to act, so I’ve already taken care of this worry for you.”

Jiang Shang’s expression was incredibly calm, as if he was discussing a matter of no importance.

Boom!

The moment Jiang Renyi heard this, it was like a bolt from the blue.

Jiang Shang patted Jiang Renyi’s shoulder, “She was just a woman after all.”

These words seemed to be said to Jiang Renyi, yet they appeared to be muttered to himself.

Jiang Renyi abruptly snapped back to reality and frantically rushed toward the courtyard.

Inside the quiet courtyard, the gentle and virtuous woman now lay in a pool of blood, lifeless.

Jiang Renyi’s mind went blank as he stared at the scene before him.

Jiang Shang walked up behind Jiang Renyi and said calmly, “She passed away peacefully.”

Jiang Renyi murmured, “Why…”

Jiang Shang did not answer Jiang Renyi’s words.

“Why!?”

Jiang Renyi turned his head to look at Jiang Shang, with what seemed like flames surging in his eyes.

He really couldn’t understand why Jiang Shang wouldn’t even spare his own wife.

Did his father not have any humanity at all?

Jiang Shang said indifferently, “A woman’s death is just that, a death.”

Jiang Renyi felt as if there was something stuck in his throat, desperately trying to surge out, but he had to swallow it back down with difficulty.

The one who made the move was Jiang Shang, his father Jiang Shang, that once world-renowned great demon, the person he feared the most.

Looking at the person in front of him, Jiang Renyi suddenly felt all his strength vanish, and all the resistance in his heart dissipated in an instant.

The fiery anger in his heart eventually died down, even transforming into panic and unease.

Jiang Shang glanced at the sky and said, “We should leave now, Zhao Country is always going to be unsafe for us.”

With those words, Jiang Shang walked towards the distance.

He had to continue on his journey to find the Undying Blood, feeling deep down that just one more trace of it would allow his cultivation to break through to the Five Qi Grandmaster Realm.

And then, with his cultivation, combined with the might of the Undying Blood, how many in the world could stand against him?

When truly at the pinnacle of the world, what would Yan Country or Houjin matter in stopping him?

Then the cycle would begin anew, to find more Undying Blood, until he became a true Undying Body.

Jiang Renyi glanced back at the mansion behind him and said, his lips quivering, “I want to bury her.”

His voice seemed to carry a hint of pleading.

Jiang Shang paused slightly in his steps and said without turning back, “As you wish.”

…

By evening, in the tavern of Lin’an City.

A white-clothed man stood by the window, around forty-odd years of age. His looks couldn’t be described as handsome, only fairly ordinary, but he carried himself with a bit of scholarly grace and amiability. At this moment, his eyes were fixed on the bustling streets below.

At this moment, a black-clothed woman walked upstairs and reported respectfully, “Master Yu, the partridge is dead; its body was directly pierced through the heart by powerful True Qi.”

Yu Sipei, one of the elite Hidden Guards of the Black Ice Platform.

The Hidden Guards, a special organization within the Black Ice Platform, were relatively less known than the famed Eight Heavenly Slaughters, as this group operated in the shadows, hidden from public view, taking direct orders from Qi Xuan Dao.

“True Qi!? But Jiang Renyi’s cultivation hasn’t reached the Grandmaster realm.” Yu Sipei frowned, “Could it be that Jiang Shang made the move?”

In Yan Country, Jiang Shang was very well known, and his fame was equally resounding in Zhao Country, after all, Demon Sect had dared to cross the Thunder Pool into Zhao Country to expand their influence. Although they were severely injured and repelled by the formidable Black Ice Platform, it was enough to show Jiang Shang’s audacity.

According to the intelligence of the Hidden Guards, Jiang Shang seemed to have appeared in Zhao Country. But given his immense strength and high level of cultivation, it was extremely difficult to fully track his movements.

The black-clothed woman continued, “Jiang Renyi has disappeared, and the partridge was buried by him personally.”

“It looks like it was him,” Yu Sipei concluded.

Yu Sipei’s fingers lightly tapped the table. “That old fox Jiang Shang, unpredictable and ruthless in his actions. The partridge must have been discovered showing signs of treachery. It’s a pity that his whereabouts are so elusive; I was still hoping to make use of Jiang Renyi…”

After all, Jiang Renyi was Jiang Shang’s only son, vital at key moments. It was regrettable that this lead was now cut off.

Yu Sipei waved dismissively, “You may leave now.”

The black-clothed woman bowed and then descended the stairs.

“What a pity.”

Yu Sipei took out a white piece of paper from his sleeve, a paper he seemed to have read dozens of times, marked by creases from folding.

“Undying Blood, could it truly be so miraculous?”

The white paper was a secret order passed to him by Qi Xuan Dao, with information about the Undying Blood.

Undying Blood, not only can it significantly increase the strength of the person who consumes it, but it can also have the effect of True Yuan, cleansing the five organs and six viscera, reaching the point where it can increase lifespan.

In addition to the introduction of Undying Blood, there is also information on the location of the Undying Blood.

When necessary, this information about Undying Blood should be reported to Jiang Shang.

Upon reading this, even Yu Sipei’s heart couldn’t help but thump wildly.

With his talent, it was absolutely impossible for him to reach the realm of a Great Grandmaster, so he would have only the lifespan of an ordinary person, which is why he naturally yearned for the Undying Blood.

However, he didn’t understand why the information about Undying Blood should be given to Jiang Shang.

Could it be that Stage Master Qi had no desire for the Undying Blood?

…..

To the west of Yunlin City lies a vast desert, boundless to the eye.

Gale-force winds sweep through, with sand particles flying about, darkening the sky and blanketing the earth.

In the middle of the endless desert, desolation and solitude are ever-present, with sandstorms haunting this bleak and forgotten land year-round, and the world filled with yellow sand.

It seems that only a few withered trees in the desert add a trivial amount of vitality to the land, occasionally punctuated by the clear and loud cries of northbound wild geese piercing the quiet sky.

Desolate and dilapidated, lonely and vast.

The Pure Land refers to a pure world devoid of worldly vulgarity.

This place, with its endless stretches of yellow sand, seems to have truly been forgotten by people.

And it is in this ‘poor mountain and evil water’ that the Buddhist claim of Three Thousand Buddha Countries is established.

An Jing stood amidst the vast sands, with nothing but yellow sand in sight for a long time until he finally came across a small town.

Walking into the town, everywhere there were houses made of loess, with the flags of taverns fluttering and whistling in the wind.

At the entrance, there were caravans with camels carrying goods, and besides them, a few monks in robes were surrounded in a circle, seemingly engaged in a discussion.

Previously, when An Jing traveled through the Great Yan Martial World, the people of Jianghu spoke the official language of Yan Country, even the local dialects were somewhat similar, allowing for some guessing, but at this moment, he could not understand a word of what the crowd was saying.

An Jing squeezed through the crowd, wanting to see what was happening.

As he got closer, he saw three corpses lying in a pool of blood on the yellow earth. One of them was dressed in a Buddhist monk’s robe, and the other two were oddly dressed, seemingly people of Jianghu. All three bodies, without exception, died from a single, fatal blow, and the look of shock and unease in their eyes indicated that the attacker was very fast.

A few monks were examining the bodies, each with a very serious and solemn expression, as if trying to find any clues.

The surrounding people pointed at the bodies, their expressions also carrying a sense of fear.

“Sword Qi?”

An Jing muttered to himself as he looked at the corpses.

There was still a residual Sword Qi on these three bodies, suggesting the work of a proficient wielder of the Sword Dao.

In today’s world, there are four great swordsmen and one Sword God.

The four great swordsmen are Tang Taiyuan, Great Dharma King Mu Yuan, the proud frost swordsman Lv Qiujian, and Tianpeng Ancestor. Among these four, three have been defeated by An Jing.

The Sword God is none other than the master of the Black Ice Platform, Qi Xuan Dao.

However, he has rarely shown his hand before the people of the world, leaving behind only legend and myth.

Beneath these five, there are many top-notch swordsmen, several of them at Master Level strength, lurking within the Jianghu of the world.

Yet, An Jing was not interested in such matters.

At this moment, he faced a dilemma; he initially wanted to ask these monks for directions to Lingtai Temple, but due to the language barrier, he wasn’t sure how to approach and inquire.

“Hm!?”

Just then, he spotted a caravan not far away, with members dressed in clothes from Yan Country, led by a middle-aged man holding a long sword, tall and well-built.

An Jing noticed that the middle-aged man’s fingertips and the base of his thumb were calloused, indicating he was someone who practiced martial arts year-round.

Beside him was a girl with delicate features, wearing a warm hat, looking at the corpses not far away with a somewhat nervous expression.

An Jing’s heart stirred, and he approached with a slow step, cupping his fists and saying, “Is this brother from Yan Country?”

The middle-aged man, hearing the voice, looked over and saw a young man in white robes, with bright and spirited eyes and a light smile on his lips, giving an impression of a spring breeze.

The middle-aged man nodded and looked at An Jing cautiously, “Indeed.”

An Jing chuckled and said, “I am Han Wenxin, from Yu State City in Jiangnan Dao. This is my first visit to the Buddhist Pure Land, and I wish to go to Lingtai Temple. Due to the language barrier, I’ve lost my direction and seek your guidance.”

“I see.”

After hearing this, the middle-aged man also began to smile, “I am Deng Jiuhai from Lin’an City on Jinghai Road. It seems, young brother, that this is your first time arriving at the Buddhist Pure Land.”

Having learned of An Jing’s identity, Deng Jiuhai became very enthusiastic.

As it turned out, Deng Jiuhai’s family had been merchants for generations. Starting at the age of twelve, he followed his father on merchant trips, traveling everywhere from the southern seas to the northern lands, through Houjin, Zhao Country, the Southern Barbarians, the Buddhist Pure Land, and even to the border regions of Guishuang.

This time on his merchant journey, he had brought along his eldest daughter, Deng Rujin, intending to pass through the Buddhist Pure Land all the way to Guishuang, to exchange silk and tobacco for precious goods like gold and jade.

Although it seemed like a profitable venture, the journey was fraught with dangers, and a single misstep could lead to death.

Owing to his frequent commercial travels, Deng Jiuhai was very warm and talkative.

An Jing curiously asked, “Brother Deng, what’s going on in these streets?”

Deng Jiuhai’s eyebrows furrowed, “It is said that a swordsman has appeared in the Pure Land. No one knows where they came from, but they have been continuously challenging the experts here, causing widespread panic.”

“Some say the swordsman came from Guishuang, others say from Yan Country, but no one knows for sure. The Buddhist experts have already begun to hunt down this swordsman. I didn’t expect that today in this town, a few more people would be killed.”

On hearing this, Deng Rujin’s expression turned even more solemn, her eyes flickering towards the goods behind her from time to time.

An Jing gave Deng Rujin an odd look, feeling that she was overly anxious.

After all, the swordsman only seemed interested in challenging the experts and didn’t seem to care about the merchant convoys.

Perhaps this was due to it being her first time on a merchant trip.

Such matters often happened in the Great Yan Martial World; there were always rising experts challenging the well-known ones, aiming to make a name for themselves.

In Jianghu, the fastest way to fame is through killing.

An Jing wasn’t too interested in this swordsman and continued to ask, “Brother Deng, which way to Lingtai Temple?”

“You leave from the west gate and continue straight west for about three hundred li, and you will see Lingtai Temple, one of the holy sites of Buddhism.”

Deng Jiuhai pointed towards the west and then, reminding him of something, said, “In the Buddhist Pure Land, the copper coins from Yan Country are worthless. Many people don’t even want silver, but gold is highly valued.”

An Jing nodded, “I understand, thank you for the reminder, Brother Deng.”

The two chatted for a bit longer, and then An Jing took his leave.

Watching his figure fade away, Deng Jiuhai’s smile vanished, and he mused, “The world will soon be plunged into chaos; surviving these times will be incredibly difficult.”

As a merchant who roamed the world, he had a keener sense of global affairs than many.

Deng Rujin asked with curiosity, “Dad, what do you think that person is doing in the Pure Land? He looks like a fighter.”

Despite An Jing’s gentle appearance, the weapons wrapped in brocade on his back made him stand out and attract attention.

Deng Jiuhai touched the long sword at his waist and replied, “Whether he’s here to kill or set fires, to pillage or plunder, it’s none of our business. We just need to deliver the goods to the designated place.”

Deng Rujin shrank her neck and then nodded, “I understand.”

…..

After leaving the small town from the west, An Jing traveled straight toward the west.

Before his eyes lay vast expanses of sand, seemingly endless, as if there was no limit in sight.

This land was sparsely populated compared to the lands of Yan Country, with inhabited places only appearing every hundred li or so.

An Jing ran at a high speed, moving through the sandstorm like a streak of light, when suddenly, a long-missed glow emanated from the Earth Book, emitting a purple brilliance this time.

“Hint Three: A purple opportunity is near the host.”

An Jing’s heart shook, knowing how rare it was for the Earth Book to emit a purple glow.

The purple glow corresponded to heart methods surpassing the Heavenly Martial Level, such as the “Nine Nether Purgatory Demon Scripture,” “Jade Emperor Scripture,” and “Great Sun Tathagata Zen Scripture.”

Such an opportunity was almost something that could be encountered but not sought after.

Thinking of this, An Jing had no hesitation and, following the guidance of the Earth Book, darted towards the distance.

After traveling another five or six li, the area was converging with wind and sand, and small tornadoes were forming all around.

The purple radiance in the Earth Book grew increasingly intense.

“Hm!?”

Suddenly, a black shadow appeared in front of him.

The shadow flashed by, incredibly fast, and in the blink of an eye, it appeared and then vanished.

“An expert!?”

An Jing also sensed the shadow and narrowed his eyes into slits.

To give him such a sensation, the person’s cultivation had to be at least at the Four Qi Grandmaster level, or even the Five Qi Grandmaster level.

In the Buddhist Pure Land, only two individuals were above the Four Qi Grandmaster: one was the Tianyi Bodhisattva of the Buddhist faith, and the other was the mysterious and unpredictable Xi Hafu.

Could it be that Xi Hafu!?

“No, Xi Hafu is a Buddhist expert. The figure that spread out just now didn’t resemble a Buddhist expert. Could it be that swordsman from Gui Shuang?”

An Jing pondered for a moment and continued to walk towards the front.

The Buddhist Pure Land had little contact with Yan Country, and the Buddhist faith had always been a taboo sect in Yan Country, so in Yan Country, Buddhism was very mysterious, let alone the Pure Land itself.

Gui Shuang actually has a swordsman with a cultivation above Four Qi!?

Dozens of steps later, the violent winds grew more intense, forming into dust storms.

Subsequently, these dust storms converged more and more until suddenly a yellow dragon rose into the air.

Sha sha sha…

And this dust storm, like a yellow dragon, also placed immense pressure on An Jing, forcing him to circulate his True Qi to block the forceful qi in front of him.

The wind and sand grew fiercer, and this whole world turned into a world of wind and sand.

The swirling winds even created a force qi sharper than sword light. If an expert below the Grandmaster level were to be blown by this force qi without True Qi protection, their flesh would be torn apart, turning into bone instantly, which goes to show the strength of this wind and sand.

An Jing was not only using True Qi as a shield but also began operating the Brahma Heart Sees Me.

“Whoosh!”

At this moment, the purple radiance on the Earth Book emerged again.

“Could it be that the purple opportunity is beneath the sand?” An Jing couldn’t help but look down at his feet.

Suddenly, the black shadow reemerged.

An Jing’s clothes flapped loudly in the fierce wind as he looked ahead.

The man had a face covered in horizontal flesh, a prominent belly, and an appearance that seemed quite strange, with a faint layer of golden light around his body blocking the wild winds.

Buddhist Protective Golden Light!?

Upon seeing this, An Jing was shocked.

It was rumoured that Xi Hafu had the appearance of a big-bellied, hanging-eared figure. Could this person be the elusive Buddhist expert?

But if he was here, could it be for that purple opportunity?

What exactly was this purple opportunity?

The two stood in the midst of the wind and sand, their robes blown by the fierce winds, and their gazes began to intersect in the air.

An Jing directly asked, “Are you the renowned Xi Hafu, Master?”

Xi Hafu said, “Benefactor, the poor monk offers you a piece of good advice, leave this place quickly.”

His expression was neither happy nor sad, and even carried a sense of authority and solemnity.

An Jing’s eyebrows raised, “What if I refuse to leave?”

The opposite Xi Hafu then brought his hands together, “Since you are so persistent, this poor monk will have no choice but to crush your neck.”

A powerful and robust Buddhist chant.

This Buddhist chant seemed to be brewing with great compassion and universal salvation.

Without another word to An Jing, Xi Hafu made his move.

Suddenly, an even fiercer gale arose between heaven and earth…

Boom!

A Buddhist mantra fiercely charged towards An Jing, as if to suppress him completely.

An Jing quickly circulated his True Qi, pointing towards what was in front of him, as explosive Force Qi burst forth, carrying the power to split mountains and cleave rivers, to meet the incoming Buddhist mantra, shattering it with one finger.

Buddhist chants resonated across the heaven and earth, shaking the mind and spirit.

No sooner had one Buddhist mantra shattered than another charged towards him.

That Buddhist mantra contained the pure power of the Buddha Dao, bringing with it an oppressive, suffocating sensation that bore down on An Jing in an instant.

An Jing drew the Evil Suppressing Sword from behind and slashed forward.

Rumble! Rumble!

Countless Buddhist mantras, under the Evil Suppressing Sword, turned into True Qi and dissipated into the heaven and earth.

An Jing struck out with his sword again, causing the Buddhist mantras in front to explode, and his eyes also swept towards Xi Hafu.

By that time, Xi Hafu had already closed his eyes, standing calmly amidst the winds and sands, his inner self as still as an ancient well.

Buddhist holy objects must certainly not fall into the hands of others.

Especially this holy object, which is closely related to the Earth Veins of the world today, if taken by those with ulterior motives, would indeed bring greater disaster to this world.

That this man suddenly appeared here, even if he was not a master from Guishuang, he must definitely be a person with ulterior motives.

In an instant, Xi Hafu’s thoughts turned rapidly, and he had already labeled An Jing as someone ‘with ulterior motives’.

Seeing Xi Hafu like this, a cold glint flashed in An Jing’s eyes, and with a raise of the Evil Suppressing Sword in his hand, the heaven and earth began to tremble violently.

Whir! Whir!

Countless True Qi swept in from afar, like a tide covering heaven and earth.

An Jing stomped his foot, and like an arrow released from its string, he dashed onto the crest of the True Qi wave, slashing his sword towards Xi Hafu.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The True Qi of heaven and earth boiled over, as a terrifying wave of Sword Qi charged towards Xi Hafu, who sat quietly amidst the winds and sands.

“Amitabha!”

Xi Hafu softly chanted, as waves of golden radiance surged from his body, and underneath him, a golden lotus appeared.

The golden lotus radiated a glaze-colored light, crystal clear, carrying an unsurpassed divine aura.

Just as the wave of Sword Qi struck the golden lotus, the petals of the lotus suddenly closed up, forming a protective golden shield, enveloping Xi Hafu within.

Thud! Thud! Thud!

The Sword Qi wave fiercely crashed against the protective shield formed by the golden lotus, making a deafening noise.

True Qi waves then cascaded outwards in all directions.

An Jing slightly narrowed his eyes, observing the golden lotus at the center of the explosion.

The golden lotus, despite being at the center of the blast, seemed completely unaffected, as steady as a rock.

After several breaths, the True Qi wave gradually dissipated, and the golden lotus bloomed once again.

Xi Hafu opened his right hand.

The golden glazed radiance bloomed to its extreme in his palm, like a massive sun.

Myriad Buddha’s Thunderous Sound!

As Xi Hafu flipped his right hand, the golden light surged like a terrifying mountain, ruthlessly crushing down.

Boom! Boom!

The heavy pressure of the golden light caused the True Qi in the air to compress extremely, emitting a piercing sound to the extreme.

Within the seemingly endless golden light, there were threads of purple light.

Although that purple light was only a filament, it felt more terrifying and suffocating than the vast expanse of golden light.

An Jing moved the Evil Suppressing Sword, directly stimulating the Immortal Sword.

The originally azure sky turned pitch black, with stars twinkling above, striking awe into one’s heart.

An Jing took a step forward and thrust his sword toward the approaching golden light.

That sword strike was like a meteor flashing past, an asteroid plummeting to earth.

Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang!

The golden light collided with the meteor-like Sword Qi, causing the heavens and earth to tremble.

A tremendous force passed through the sword, making An Jing’s arm sour, his bones creaking, as his body rapidly retreated backward.

The light around Xi Hafu rapidly weakened as well, but the golden lotus beneath him blocked all the residual force.

Buddhist experts are inherently skilled at body refining, and despite An Jing’s cultivation of Brahma Heart Sees Me, gaining an advantage over Xi Hafu in physical prowess was simply impossible.

Moreover, Xi Hafu had been at the peak of the Four Qi more than a decade ago, and by now, he might have reached the Five Qi Realm, standing as a master at the summit of the mountains.

Boom!

Golden light surged from behind Xi Hafu, resisting the oncoming tidal waves of impact.

Watching Xi Hafu step out calmly, An Jing’s gaze became as sharp as a torch, growing increasingly cold.

Boom!

An Jing’s figure suddenly burst forth, the Evil Suppressing Sword in his hand bringing with it a terrifying, dreadful surge of Sword Qi.

Swish!

Thousands of Sword Radiance streaks hurled directly towards Xi Hafu at high speed.

Xi Hafu looked undisturbed as he watched the fearsome An Jing, his finger pointing into the void.

Immediately, True Qi raged between heaven and earth, and a massive True Qi rainbow, nearly ten feet in size, burst forth from his fingertip.

The sheer magnitude of the True Qi made An Jing frown; he couldn’t compare to Xi Hafu’s profound True Qi at all.

Could it be that Xi Hafu had already reached the Five Qi Realm?

If that were indeed the case, he might not necessarily be his match.

“Bang!”

An Jing looked at the True Qi rainbow with no sign of dodging. With one hand on the Evil Suppressing Sword, Sword Qi wrapped around him as he swept the sword towards Xi Hafu.

Thud!

It was as if a deep, hair-raising sound reverberated through the sky— the Evil Suppressing Sword directly shattered the True Qi rainbow into pieces.

Swish!

Amidst the scattered sparks of light, An Jing shot out like lightning, and in the blink of an eye, he was above Xi Hafu, with the Evil Suppressing Sword carrying a rolling wave of ferocity as it swept across.

Xi Hafu’s eyes remained serene as he stretched out his palm.

He slapped it against the sweeping Evil Suppressing Sword.

Boom—!

The next moment, an unexpected change occurred.

A dull sound arose, and visible ripples emanated from the point of contact, causing the sandy ground beneath Xi Hafu’s feet to suddenly collapse and cave in, yard by yard.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Such a change caught even masters like An Jing and Xi Hafu off guard, and by the time they regained their composure and thought to escape, it was already too late.

After all, even grandmasters cannot fly, and with nothing under their feet, the two fell directly into the dark abyss along with the rolling sand.

“What place is this!?”

An Jing felt his body uncontrollably falling, but soon he thudded onto the sandy soil, surrounded by pitch blackness, unable to see his own fingers when he stretched out his hand.

Suddenly, he sensed Xi Hafu’s presence nearby and his heart chilled slightly, so he immediately pulled out the Dulu Sword and swept it across.

How sharp was the Dulu Sword? With one sweep, it carried an incomparable bitter chill, causing even Xi Hafu to feel a prickling pain on his skin.

Majestic True Qi surged like a storm, Xi Hafu clenched his hand, and the surrounding True Qi vibrated violently, forming a massive tidal wave that roared towards An Jing.

Great Vajra Fist! Dragon Subduing and Tiger Suppressing!

The ground beneath An Jing’s feet suddenly trembled violently, with True Qi around him exploding and converging incessantly.

Simultaneously, he swept the Dulu Sword in his hand across.

Invisible Sword!

Sword Light shot through, unseen and formless!

Boom!

Even the invisible Sword Qi could not bypass the wave of True Qi.

Rumbling!

Two massive tidal waves raced across the sky and ultimately collided head-on, freezing the entire land in that moment of impact.

All True Qi raged madly in all directions, creating waves so fierce that even an ordinary grandmaster would be instantly obliterated.

Xi Hafu’s palm abruptly opened, and the rumbling True Qi gathered again, after which he struck out a palm towards An Jing. The surging True Qi was like wave after wave, with each move succeeding the previous one, growing more and more powerful.

A countless number of True Qi streams converged, forming a gigantic handprint.

An Jing remained calm, watching the scene ahead with a placid heart as if untouched by the gentle breeze, silent and unmoving.

An Jing waved the Dulu Sword in his hand, and behind him, a vast starry sky emerged once more.

Boom!

A sharp and unrestrained Sword Qi collided with Xi Hafu’s handprint.

The collision created a tremendous force.

Even though both tried to contain it, especially Xi Hafu who was extremely careful, stepping lightly, they still unleashed a shocking force.

An Jing fiercely stamped his foot on the ground, attempting to dissipate the impact.

This stomp pierced straight through the ground.

Rumbling! Rumbling!

But following this stomp, suddenly the ground beneath the two crumbled once again.

This time, An Jing’s body heavily crashed onto the ground, a great pain sweeping over him, and it took several moments before he slowly pushed himself up. Then, he suddenly smelled a strange odor.

“What is this smell!?”

An Jing pulled out the fire-starter he carried in his robe and looked around; by the faint glow, he saw streams of flammable oil on the ground.

Just a single spark falling upon it would lead to unimaginable consequences.

Drawing a deep breath, An Jing surveyed his surroundings. With one look, his heart was immensely shaken.

“Could this place be… the ancient city mentioned in legends!?”

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