Mastering All Skills!

A Venerable Dao Intent, one that reigned supreme over the Ten Thousand Laws and commanded all Great Daos, erupted from within Qi Yun.

It swept brazenly toward the spectral Black Coffin behind him!

The spectral Black Coffin, which had been radiating a frigid, deathly intent in its attempt to drag Qi Yun into eternal silence, froze abruptly the moment it touched this Daluo Dao Intent, as if choked by an invisible hand!

The Daoist Intent of annihilation contained within it began to twist and struggle violently, trying to resist this forced subjugation and control.

However, this spectral Black Coffin was, after all, merely a manifestation formed from a minuscule fraction of the power leaking from the Chaotic Heaven Black Coffin at the center of it all.

It was naturally no match for Qi Yun’s Innate Divine Technique, which originated from his Venerable Dao Foundation.

In just a few moments, its struggles weakened rapidly, like a candle flickering in the wind.

The spectral Black Coffin’s eerie glow turned docile, its frigid, deathly intent forcibly stripped away and refined.

It finally fell completely silent, transforming into a palm-sized, exquisitely detailed spectral black casket.

It floated gently above Qi Yun’s palm, reduced to a delicate trinket.

Having resolved his own crisis, Qi Yun raised his gaze to look at He Sha not far away.

This follower of Black Mountain was currently surging with Magical Power, manifesting a spectral, churning river of murky, yellow quicksand that flowed slowly around him.

The river of quicksand emanated a Great Dao Realm of sinking and erosion, firmly blocking the annihilating tendrils reaching out from the spectral Black Coffin behind him.

No matter how it attacked, it could not breach the constantly flowing curtain of sand.

Clearly, those whom Black Mountain Master valued enough to take under his wing were no mediocrities; they all had the capital to be proud.

Just then, He Sha also keenly noticed the situation on Qi Yun’s side.

When he saw that Qi Yun was not only unharmed but was even casually toying with the troublesome spectral Black Coffin in his palm like a plaything, he couldn’t help but be startled, thinking to himself:

’As expected of a Venerable Dao Foundation!

I have been a cultivator for 450 years and weathered countless storms, yet I can only barely resist this Black Coffin’s bizarre suction with my Abyssal River.

This kid has only been on his path for a year, yet he’s handling it with such ease...

No wonder, no wonder Senior Brother Black Mountain is so wary of him and won’t rest until he’s eliminated!’

Just as He Sha’s thoughts raced and his vigilance and killing intent toward Qi Yun intensified,

Qi Yun, who was opposite him, suddenly turned his head, a faint, intriguing smile playing on his lips.

But as that smile was reflected in He Sha’s dark yellow pupils, it sent a bone-deep chill rising from the bottom of his heart. It was utterly terrifying.

"Junior Martial Uncle He, your Daoist Skills are truly profound. I am impressed," Qi Yun said in a calm tone, as if genuinely praising him.

"To so easily resist the suction of one Black Coffin."

His tone then shifted, carrying a hint of subtle mockery.

"However, you might be able to block one Black Coffin...

But I wonder, if there were a few more, could your river of quicksand still hold up, Junior Martial Uncle He?"

Before his words had even faded, Qi Yun flicked the wrist of the hand holding the small, spectral black coffin!

The palm-sized spectral Black Coffin instantly transformed into a condensed streak of black light.

Moving faster than Divine Sense could track, it crossed the distance between them in an instant.

It brazenly slammed into the spectral Black Coffin behind He Sha, the one currently battling his river of quicksand!

HUMM—!!!

The two spectral Black Coffins, born of the same source, abruptly merged!

In that instant, the spectral Black Coffin behind He Sha flared with brilliant light. Though its size didn’t change noticeably, its solidity increased several times over!

The previously ethereal coffin grew more solid, and ancient, mottled patterns, similar to those on the massive central Black Coffin, began to appear on its surface!

A black miasma, thick as ink and radiating an even deeper deathly intent!

Like countless greedy tongues, it frantically licked and corroded He Sha’s river of quicksand!

"HISSS—!"

A grating, corrosive sound erupted where the river of quicksand met the black miasma!

The once-thick, flowing curtain of sand thinned and dimmed at a visible rate, and the river’s flow became noticeably sluggish!

The composure and calculation on He Sha’s face vanished without a trace, replaced by incredulous fury!

He could clearly feel that the suction and annihilating power from the Black Coffin had more than doubled!

"Qi Yun! You...!!"

He Sha was both shocked and enraged. He glared at Qi Yun, the killing intent in his eyes surging.

"Junior Martial Uncle He, your Daoist Skills are exquisite, your foundation profound.

Today, allow this junior nephew to have his eyes truly opened.

Let me witness your true abilities."

A simple, honest smile appeared on Qi Yun’s face, but before his words faded, his figure flashed, transforming into a swift streak of rainbow light and speeding off in another direction!

Seeing Qi Yun about to leave his line of sight, He Sha’s expression tightened.

Black Mountain Master’s orders were to keep a close eye on Qi Yun, to inflict heavy damage if necessary, whatever the cost, and even... find an opportunity to kill him!

If he just let Qi Yun slip away so easily right under his nose...

Putting aside the mission failure, just the thought of Senior Brother Black Mountain’s chilling punishments made his heart palpitate with fear.

"Trying to run?! Not so fast!"

A harsh glint flashed in He Sha’s eyes. He could no longer afford to worry about the deathly coffin behind him, which had already merged with one spectral Black Coffin and was exerting immense pressure.

He violently channeled his surging Magical Power. The murky river of quicksand let out a deafening RUMBLE as the yellow sand churned furiously.

He was trying to forcibly push the spectral Black Coffin with its ever-increasing suction away, just enough to create a gap for him to escape and pursue Qi Yun.

However, just as his Magical Power erupted and he fiercely battled the Black Coffin behind him, his body poised to move but not yet in motion,

the departing rainbow light came to a sudden halt, then shot back at an even greater speed, reappearing not far in front of He Sha!

"You...!"

Watching the calm and composed Qi Yun, who had just left and returned, He Sha’s brow furrowed tightly as a terrible premonition welled up in his heart.

He was about to yell and demand what tricks the kid was playing, but his gaze suddenly froze.

He stared intently at Qi Yun’s right hand, which hung casually at his side.

Floating above that slender palm was another miniature spectral black casket!

Its form and aura were identical to the one behind him and the one Qi Yun had controlled earlier—they shared the same origin!

’This kid... he wasn’t trying to escape at all!

He used that bizarre Divine Technique to forcibly seize and control another spectral Black Coffin belonging to some other Master!’

"Qi Yun! You dare!"

A furious roar, a mixture of shock and anger, erupted from He Sha’s mouth like a clap of thunder.

But his shout was a step too slow.

The very moment the words left his lips, Qi Yun flicked his right hand. The newly acquired spectral Black Coffin in his palm had already transformed into an even more condensed and rapid streak of black light, striking with perfect accuracy into the spectral Black Coffin behind He Sha—the one that had already merged once and become much more solid!

BOOM—!!!

It was like pouring a ladle of hot oil into a burning pan!

The spectral Black Coffin behind He Sha trembled violently, its dim light pulsing like a heart. The mottled patterns on its body became crystal clear, as if they carried the silence of ages.

The black annihilating power, which had previously been a gaseous miasma, was now faintly condensing into solid form!

It morphed into twisted, hideous, pitch-black ghostly hands, formed entirely from pure deathly intent and chaotic Dao Principles!

They frantically tore and clawed at He Sha’s protective river of quicksand!

"RRRIP—!"

A piercing tearing sound rang out!

The thick, majestic river of quicksand, once as stable as the earth itself, was brutally ripped open. Cracks appeared all over its body, and murky yellow sand splashed everywhere like a bursting dam, its light flickering erratically!

In that moment, the color drained completely from He Sha’s face!

"Oh? Still holding on?

Junior Martial Uncle He, you truly live up to your title. Your foundation is solid indeed.

Don’t worry, your junior nephew will be right back."

Seeing that He Sha was still holding on under the terrifying pressure of three merged spectral Black Coffins—his river of quicksand on the verge of collapse, yet not immediately dragged into the coffin—Qi Yun clapped his hands and chuckled lightly.

Before his words faded, he turned and once again transformed into a streak of rainbow light, vanishing in an instant.

"Qi Yun! You get back here!!

You bastard!"

Watching Qi Yun leave to gather even more spectral Black Coffins, He Sha was truly panicking now!

’If he keeps this up, three will become four, and four will become five...

The stacked power of annihilation would definitely exceed his limits! When that happened, he would be completely devoured by the increasingly terrifying Black Coffin behind him, buried here forever!

That little bastard is trying to use these bizarre Black Coffins to bury me alive!’

...

「Elsewhere.」

Several Foundation Establishment Masters from different Sects, who had been sweating profusely and struggling miserably to resist the suction of the spectral Black Coffins behind them, suddenly felt the pressure on their backs lighten!

The bizarre suction, which had clung to them like a festering cancer, constantly eroding their Magical Power and Divine Souls, had vanished without warning!

The group froze for a moment, then whipped their heads around.

They saw that the spectral Black Coffin that had tormented them for so long was now being held effortlessly in the air, supported by the single, open palm of a young Daoist who had appeared out of nowhere.

Although they didn’t understand why this unfamiliar young Daoist would suddenly intervene to save them,

the relief of surviving their ordeal filled them with gratitude. They cupped their fists one after another and called out their thanks:

"Many thanks to you, Daoist brother, for your help!"

"I shall never forget your kindness, Daoist brother!"

"May I know your esteemed name and sect, Daoist brother? We will surely repay this debt in the future!"

Facing their gratitude, the young Daoist glanced back at them, a faint curve on his lips. His voice was calm, yet it reached each of their ears clearly:

"Wuji Holy Sect. I am a Daluo Master."

"The Holy Sect?!"

"A Daluo Master?!"

Upon hearing this, the faces of the Foundation Establishment Masters, which had been filled with gratitude and the relief of survival just moments ago, instantly froze.

Almost as a subconscious reaction, the Masters immediately circulated their Divine Sense, performing a rapid Introspection to carefully check their own meridians, their Purple Mansion, and even their Divine Souls.

Only after confirming that there was nothing wrong with them did they speak again, their tone resentful.

"Ahem... Thank you, Master, for your help."

"The Holy Sect’s righteousness is profound. I... am endlessly grateful."

Their tones became dry as they spoke insincere pleasantries, all while carefully putting distance between themselves and Qi Yun.

Watching them flee like frightened rabbits, Qi Yun shook his head and chuckled.

’When it comes to reputation, the Holy Sect is truly in a league of its own!’

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