Lyu Wu let down his trousers and smirked at Wenren Jing. He gestured with his hands, conjuring a barrier that enveloped all four girls inside.
He wanted to savor them one by one.
Wenren Jing wanted to resist, but she was completely exhausted and could no longer gather her magic power. She could only watch helplessly as Lyu Wu drew closer and closer.
Right then, several fiery fists suddenly shot out from behind Lyu Wu, indiscriminately attacking everyone.
Boom!
The barrier was as fragile as paper. It shattered instantly upon contact with the fiery fists. Before Lyu Wu could react, he was sent flying by the impact.
“Die, all of you!”
Yan Gong was completely consumed by rage. His aura surged violently, and his eyes were heavily bloodshot. He was utterly furious that Long Zitian had been saved by the ancient immortal.
A crack had formed in his state of mind.
“Are you insane?!”
Lyu Wu cursed furiously. Seeing Yan Gong blindly throwing punches indiscriminately with an incredibly violent aura, the members of Yinyang Valley and the others quickly retreated to the side, not daring to provoke him.
“Long Zitian escaped, and Yan Gong's state of mind has been damaged. If he doesn't suppress it soon, he might fall into the demonic path,” an ancient freak warned.
“What?!”
Lyu Wu frowned, highly displeased with this outcome—especially since the most talented disciple of the Heavenly Martial Immortal Sect had escaped.
The plan he had devised was specifically meant to suppress and kill both Long Zitian and Gongyi Lingren, thereby severing the future of the two most talented geniuses of the Heavenly Martial Immortal Sect's current generation.
But now, Long Zitian had escaped.
“The Heavenly Martial Immortal Sect!”
His state of mind damaged, Yan Gong spotted Gongyi Lingren and the others. It was as if he had found an outlet for his rage, and with a sharp whoosh, he suddenly appeared right in front of them.
“Die!”
Cyan flames erupted across Yan Gong's entire body, even turning his hair into fire. Like a god of fire, he struck out to obliterate Gongyi Lingren and the others.
At this moment, Wenren Jing was the only one still conscious, but she was powerless to protect them.
Lyu Wu's eyes turned icy. Gathering magic power in his palm, he grabbed Yan Gong's wrist and barked coldly, “I told you, you can do whatever you want with the rest of the Heavenly Martial Immortal Sect, but Wenren Jing is mine to enjoy!”
Smack!
Lyu Wu shoved the manic Yan Gong away. A hint of immortal mist rose in his eyes, and the pattern of a crane appeared behind him, gradually solidifying as his magic power surged.
“Die!”
Yan Gong attacked once more, the flames on his body burning even brighter. A Cyan Flame Dao Rune faintly outlined itself on his forehead as he attempted to draw in the most refined spiritual energy of heaven and earth.
He wanted to break through to the Violet Palace Realm.
Every ancient freak present had stayed at the ninth layer of the Foundation Establishment Realm specifically to obtain the ancient immortal's gift and seek a perfect path.
But with Yan Gong's state of mind damaged and driven by his desire to slaughter, his long-suppressed cultivation boundary began to loosen, and he was on the verge of breaking through.
“Damn it!”
Lyu Wu cursed and retreated a few steps. Yan Gong's madness was proving to be quite troublesome.
Meanwhile, the geniuses of Yinyang Valley and other factions wanted to work together to suppress Yan Gong and curb that near-manic energy.
Roar!
Yan Gong roared toward the sky. His aura boiled and flames surged as he broke through to the Violet Palace Realm, the flame rune on his forehead fully forming.
What was the Violet Palace?
It was constructing one's own Dao rune at the Baihui acupoint, which complemented the perfect foundation platform built during the Foundation Establishment Realm.
Absorbing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, gathering the Dao rune, and connecting with the perfect foundation platform—this was the Violet Palace.
Many geniuses would not choose to break through if they had not yet established a perfect foundation platform; instead, they would suppress their cultivation until they achieved great perfection.
Having broken through to the Violet Palace Realm, Yan Gong had lost his chance to forge a perfect foundation platform. As his aura erupted, the spiritual energy of the Ancient Immortal Realm began to continuously gather at his forehead.
“Flame God True Body!”
Yan Gong pressed his hands together. The flame rune behind him flared, condensing into a humanoid phantom dozens of zhang tall. With glaring eyes, a ferocious face, fangs, and a six-armed fiery body covered in ancient inscriptions, it was like the descent of the God of Fire.
The most refined spiritual energy of heaven and earth was fed into the phantom from his forehead. Intense heat burned in Yan Gong's eyes, and cracks began to appear across his body.
Instantly, an indescribable heat filled the entire Dao Discussion Platform, making it feel as if they were standing in molten lava.
“Die, all of you!”
Hovering in midair, Yan Gong slowly lowered his hands. A vast sea of runes, interspersed with immortal runes, descended with a boom, carrying a spiritual pressure akin to the majesty of the Heavenly Dao.
The Flame God phantom's six arms each assumed a different posture—pressing together, suppressing downward, and brandishing blazing fire blades.
The hundreds of geniuses who had set foot on the Dao Discussion Platform tried to resist, unleashing various techniques, but they could not shatter the descending palms of the Flame God. They were promptly burned to ashes by the blazing fire.
Others had their bodies sliced apart or their heads severed by the fire blades.
At this moment, the Dao Discussion Platform was reduced to a wasteland of ashes.
“Myriad Fire Extinction!”
With another loud shout, dozens of fire pillars erupted from the ground, soaring straight into the sky. The geniuses who had managed to survive were engulfed by the flames rising beneath them, turning into puffs of green smoke.
To protect the others, Wenren Jing spat out a mouthful of blood, her face turning instantly pale. This was her source blood, the purest power of her Unblemished Body.
“Heaven and Earth's Protection!”
A green barrier, inscribed with runes of all creation, rose to envelop them, warding off Yan Gong's incredibly fierce onslaught.
“Damn lunatic,” Lyu Wu cursed, constantly dodging the rising fire pillars. In just a brief moment, the entire Dao Discussion Platform was left in utter ruin, covered in flames.
The geniuses, already injured from Long Zitian's earlier fierce attacks, were now running for their lives while cursing, not daring to slacken for a single second.
Cultivators from Huoyun Mountain were naturally hot-tempered, prone to fighting at the slightest disagreement, and Yan Gong was a notoriously short-tempered figure whose reputation had been well-known even hundreds of years ago.
Seeing him today, he was even worse than the rumors.
“Nine Heavens of Glacial Cold!”
The Yinyang Valley Holy Daughter pinched a hand seal, gathering magic power above Yan Gong's head. Boom, boom, boom! Nine ice walls inscribed with suppression runes descended in rapid succession, pinning the manic Yan Gong directly onto the Dao Discussion Platform.
“Seal!”
The Yinyang Valley Holy Daughter pressed her hands together. An ice seal rose from the ground, inscribed with the immortal runes of the Dao of Extreme Yin. It merged with the suppression runes on the ice walls, completely freezing Yan Gong inside.
She did not stop there. Immediately circulating her magic power, she conjured several ice chains that shot up from the ground to bind the exterior of the ice block, while simultaneously inscribing countless sealing runes onto them.
“Phew...”
Only then did the hundreds of geniuses let out a sigh of relief.
Yan Gong was far too violent, and his strength far surpassed theirs. Furthermore, he had completely ignored the consequences of not having a perfect foundation platform and forced a breakthrough to the Violet Palace Realm. To them, this was an overwhelming suppression from a higher realm.
Fortunately, Yan Gong's state of mind was damaged, and his rage had overridden his sanity. He was completely ruled by physical instinct, which kept him within controllable limits.
Outside the realm.
The Huoyun Mountain Master sighed with mixed emotions, feeling both relieved and sorrowful.
Yan Gong was considered the most promising disciple of Huoyun Mountain's younger generation. To be saved while completely lost to madness was a stroke of luck.
Yet, giving up on the perfect foundation platform and hastily breaking through to the Violet Palace Realm directly contradicted his original wish when he went into hibernation hundreds of years ago.
“Mountain Master, regardless of the circumstances, Yan Gong survived, and that is enough. What does a perfect foundation platform matter? Without a life, everything else is meaningless,” the Grand Elder beside him comforted.
“Indeed, it is enough that his life was spared.”
The Mountain Master no longer asked for anything else; it was enough as long as he returned from the Dao Discussion Platform alive.
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