CHAPTER 366: CHAPTER 335: UNMATCHED AMONG CLANS!_2

As the Through Ghostly Underworld Thunder entered his Ancestral Aperture in a flash, the tens of thousands of lingering souls prostrate before Yama’s Palace simultaneously turned their heads. A wave of terrifyingly fervent belief suddenly rose in infinite surges—just a single ripple was enough to annihilate and shatter the soul-targeted Through Ghostly Underworld Thunder.

What?

Seeing Qi Xiu effortlessly neutralize the Through Ghostly Underworld Thunder, Li Jun’s heart trembled.

What kind of Soul Skill is this?!

"Third Senior Brother, try my Soul Skill as well," Qi Xiu said.

His five fingers formed a fist-imprint shaped like a Great Seal, and with a punch, Qi Xiu sent it forth. The Black Gold Imperial Seal descended from the void. The vast and surging Yama’s Holy Majesty cascaded down, intertwining and transforming in mid-air into a majestic, towering ancient hall that directly pressed down on Li Jun.

The crushing weight of Yama’s Palace, for Li Jun who was born with a Ming Body, felt like Mount Buzhou bearing down on him. He was instantly pinned, unable to move.

As Qi Xiu subdued Li Jun, Song Guanjia and the other two watching nearby understood that if they continued to face him one by one, they were simply serving themselves up to their Junior Brother.

Exchanging a glance, the three immediately joined forces. Sky-rending roars of Thunder Magic erupted from the ground, and in an instant, the entire sky transformed into three Seas of Thunder.

The three cultivated the Five Thunder Orthodox Skill together, their auras sharing the same origin. At this moment, as they simultaneously activated their Thunder Magic, the three Seas of Thunder immediately merged, coalescing into an even more immense ocean of lightning.

Dazzling thunder pierced through layers of the void, carrying an incredibly tyrannical Heavenly Might as it crashed down.

Hidden Thunder Heavy Pupil!

The vertical pupil on his forehead suddenly opened. Thick, column-like bolts of thunder, resembling pulses, roared out and violently collided with the thunderous ocean.

In the blink of an eye!

Endless thunder plasma scattered and splashed, as wave after wave of residual power swept wildly in all directions.

Amidst this deafening clash of power, Wei Wujie and the other two, who had been subdued by Qi Xiu’s various methods, also broke free. Seeing the situation, they too mobilized their Thunder Magic and joined the intense battle.

Among Thunder Path cultivators, a sparring session ultimately came down to Thunder Magic!

With Wei Wujie and the other two joining, the ocean of thunder became even more turbulent. The erupting lightning seemed intent on shattering the sun, moon, and Qiankun. Streaks of thunder tore through endless mountains and rivers, pierced the six directions and eight wildernesses, as if evolving a complete world of the Thunder Path.

Under such colossal force, the golden light thunder pillars of the Hidden Thunder Heavy Pupil began to be forcefully pushed back.

Seeing this, Qi Xiu formed a spell with one hand. Instantly, strands of golden light emerged, and within a single breath, one hundred and eight Thunder Magic cloud seals were formed in a single, fluid motion.

Array Spell Path—One Hundred and Eight Thunder Pupil Great Formation!

The void slowly opened one hundred and eight cold, merciless vertical eyes. As they opened, an indescribable power began to accumulate. Thunder churned and rolled within each eye, like a furious ocean that in an instant whipped up monstrous waves. When this energy reached its peak, Lei Mang burst forth like ten thousand stampeding horses, unstoppable as they shot out from the eye sockets, transforming into blazing beams of light that pierced the heavens.

In that instant, it was as if the sky had been torn apart, lightning flashing.

The moment the two thunder powers collided, the entire firmament seemed to explode. Thunder sound rolled, and the starry sky shook. Infinite thunder, like furious dragons plunging into an abyss, filled the heavens and the earth.

The massive commotion drew countless curious cultivators from the Shenxiao Sect, who gathered from afar to watch.

Just as the residual power was about to spread beyond Yunti Peak, Daoist Yunxiong casually threw an ancient scroll that unfurled across the sky above. Endless Spiritual Light rained down, cloaking the entire Yunti Peak and ensuring no trace of residual power leaked out.

CRACK! CRACKLE!

After a moment of deadlock, Qi Xiu’s gaze shifted slightly. Using the Observing Qi Skill, he immediately spotted the core nodes within the heart of the colliding thunder forces.

With a flip of his right hand, he subtly cast several spells. In the blink of an eye, the two thunder forces suddenly exploded.

Like a clap of thunder from the Nine Heavens bursting forth, the rampant lightning overwhelmed Qiankun, eventually extinguishing slowly within the Spiritual Light of the scroll.

"Maybe we should call it a day..." Qi Xiu was brushing off the dust in front of him, his words not yet finished, when the six senior brothers and sisters were already charging over, riding their Escape Light.

The six moved with swift grace, their coordination seamless. With a mere gesture, they unleashed various Dharma Gates in unison. Radiant Divine Light flared vibrantly, like falling stars, an immense, dazzling illumination that formed a sea of light, rolling forward, unstoppable.

Facing this all-encompassing attack, Qi Xiu smiled helplessly, his gaze then becoming even calmer and more profound. His body was light and agile. Each movement of his raised arm was accompanied by a surge of extremely powerful mana fluctuations. One after another, peerless and domineering Dharma Gates flowed from his fingertips, like the first light of dawn piercing the darkness, aiming straight for the sky.

The interweaving Dharma Gates collided, sparking dazzling fire, their momentum shaking the heavens.

Under the siege of the six, Qi Xiu showed no sign of retreat. Relying on his exquisite skills and profound Cultivation, he managed to fight the battle to a draw, even gaining a slight advantage.

In this sparring battle, Wei Wujie and the other five gradually realized that Qi Xiu’s figure was becoming increasingly upright, like an immovable mountain standing between heaven and earth.

BANG!

The prolonged battle, lasting nearly ten days and nights, only ended when Wei Wujie and the other five had completely drained their True Essence.

"Good heavens, Junior Brother, aren’t you tired at all?" Wei Wujie, leaning on his knees, gave a thumbs up to Qi Xiu, who still looked relaxed and composed, as if not at all fatigued.

"I’m definitely tired, just have a bit of strength left," Qi Xiu explained with a smile. "In fact, this duel was merely a sparring match. Everyone, including myself, held back many of our trump cards."

After all, it was a contest between fellow sect members; they couldn’t really use lethal means.

Even so, Wei Wujie and the others were still astonished by Qi Xiu’s growth during this period. Their Junior Brother, who had been inducted into the sect less than a century ago, already possessed such a fearsome level of Cultivation and skill.

At present, he seemed the most likely to break the shackles of the Blood-Stained Realm and achieve the status of a Dao Expert.

After the sparring session, Wei Wujie and the other five, looking exhausted, went back to their mountain to rest. Qi Xiu, meanwhile, followed Daoist Yunxiong to Guanlan Cliff alone.

...

"In just a few years, you, my boy, have changed so much that even your teacher hardly recognizes you." In the grand hall of Guanlan Cliff, Qi Xiu sat face to face with Daoist Yunxiong. A cup of fine Spiritual Tea was placed before each of them, its rich aroma wafting through the air, releasing a faint mist.

"Master flatters me. It’s just that I’ve experienced quite a few things outside in recent years, so I’ve made some progress in Cultivation," Qi Xiu said understatedly.

But in reality, every event he had encountered after Gao Tianxiong’s feigned death and the Demonic Evil Cultivators’ invasion of Dianchuan had been a brush with death.

Fighting Demons, entering the Dragon Prison; condensing merit, slaying the Dragon King!

On the Blood List, ranked in the top ten!

Especially the trip to Ten Thousand Caves Mountain; if it weren’t for the fortunate Opportunity that led to his breakthrough in calligraphy to the Seventh Realm and mastery of the Command Talisman, he and Zhao Zaiyang, among others, would surely have all perished at the hands of the Spirit of Night Travel.

Over the years, each step he took was akin to treading on thin ice, navigating numerous dangers before finally reaching the other side.

"Your teacher knows the hardships you’ve faced these past years. What are your plans next? Will you stay in the sect to cultivate in seclusion, or continue to travel outside?" From Qi Xiu’s Cultivation, which could be deemed invincible within the Blood-Stained Realm, Daoist Yunxiong could almost see the hardships he had suffered.

"Disciple prefers quiet. Now that the situation in Dianchuan is stable, I plan to stay in the sect and cultivate earnestly."

Qi Xiu had had enough of the tumultuous days and bloody storms in recent years. He intended to ’hide out’ on Yunti Peak from now on, leveling up his skills, fishing, and living the life of a carefree hermit.

"That’s good too. Dianchuan is now fragmented. It seems stable on the surface but is fraught with undercurrents. The Wu Family was betrayed and has become a rebellious clan, and the County Yamen are capturing people everywhere, creating chaos and turmoil.

With your talent and flawless foundation, you are the one from our Yunti Peak lineage most likely to achieve the Dao Body Realm.

By the way, since you wish to stay in the sect, I have an excellent task to entrust to you."

An excellent task?