When Su Yueli reached the front of the mountain gate—specifically, a hundred-zhang-tall archway constructed from ten-thousand-year-old agarwood—the dozen or so gate-keeping disciples responsible for maintaining order finally noticed this uninvited guest.
These dozen or so disciples were all elites of the Cangyun Sect.
Though young, their cultivations had already reached the Sixth and Seventh Realms. Each of them was haughty and arrogant, their brows carrying an undisguised look of condescension.
The leader, a Seventh Realm core disciple, pressed his hand against the flying sword at his waist and took a large stride forward. Frowning deeply, he barked: “Who are you? Today is our Young Sect Master's Centenary Advancement Ceremony. Everyone coming and going is a prestigious guest of the immortal sects. You hide your face and show no trace of spiritual energy. Do you have an invitation from our Cangyun Sect?”
The other dozen or so disciples also gathered around, their expressions unfriendly.
In their eyes, this masked, black-robed figure did not possess even a ripple of magical power. They had to be either a brain-dead mortal martial artist or an ignorant loose cultivator looking for trouble.
“We're talking to you! Are you deaf? Take off your mask and show your invitation immediately! Otherwise, we'll break your legs today and throw you into the Thousand Snake Valley to feed the snakes!” another Sixth Realm disciple shouted impatiently, his face dark and ruthless.
Su Yueli paused slightly on the white jade steps.
Beneath her mask, her pitch-black eyes remained completely calm, without a single ripple of emotion.
Looking at this group of arrogant Cangyun Sect disciples, who looked at mortals as if they were filthy beasts, she found it somewhat amusing.
The disciples taught by the top sect of Great Li only know how to spout the same old nonsense.
Su Yueli thought calmly to herself.
She had absolutely no interest in wasting her breath on these gatekeeping lackeys.
She had come today to crash their party, to kill, and to settle the blood debt that had weighed heavily upon the souls of her parents and the villagers for a hundred years.
Since that was the case, there was no need to keep this gate standing.
Su Yueli did not say a word.
Under the increasingly cold glares of the dozen or so gate-keeping disciples, she lifted her right foot and then stomped down somewhat violently onto the white jade step.
Boom!
With this stomp, not a single speck of immortal magic illuminated the air.
However, the instant her sole made contact with the jade step, the Ji Dao blood qi compressed to the absolute limit within her Myriad Tribulations Realm body—which had long since been tempered into a glazed pure gold—exploded!
That was not spiritual energy, but pure, unadulterated Ji Dao physical force!
Crack! Crack! Crack!
The white jade steps beneath her feet instantly let out a piercing cracking sound. Centered on Su Yueli's right foot, the white jade bricks within a radius of dozens of zhang were reduced to fine powder in a fraction of a microsecond.
Immediately following that, a visible gold-red physical ripple surged forward. Like a massive stone weighing ten thousand jin thrown into a calm lake, it carried a terrifying air current that tore through the air and crushed everything in its path.
“What?!”
The Seventh Realm core disciple, who bore the brunt of the impact, saw his pupils shrink to the size of pinpricks.
He did not even have the time to summon his flying sword, only instinctively conjuring a highly condensed Seventh Realm protective spiritual light around his body.
However...
Bang!
As the physical shockwave formed by the ultimate physical strength swept past, the disciple's protective spiritual light—which was strong enough to withstand the bombardment of high-grade magic treasures—instantly shattered into a flurry of light fragments upon contact with the ripple.
“Ahhh!”
The agonizing sound of bones shattering echoed alongside his scream.
The violent Ji Dao force shot straight up through his feet.
In a fraction of a microsecond, the Seventh Realm cultivator's leg bones, knees, and even his entire ribcage and spine were violently ground into the finest powder.
He was not the only one. The other dozen or so Sixth and Seventh Realm disciples around him were like rags torn to shreds in a violent gale under this pure physical force field. Spraying blood from every pore, they were sent flying backward.
Thud! Thud! Thud!
Heavy impacts rang out one after another.
The broken bodies of the dozen or so cultivators slammed heavily into the dark iron stone pillars on both sides before sliding down limply. Their lower bodies, completely mangled due to their shattered bones, had twisted into grotesque shapes. They had lost all signs of life.
In that instant, the blood dyed the once pristine and festive white jade steps a bright crimson.
“Who dares to run wild in our Cangyun Sect?!”
The commotion at the mountain gate instantly alarmed the high-level figures of the immortal sects gathered at the Welcoming Terrace halfway up the mountain.
Accompanied by several furious roars, several beams of light representing the core nodes of the grand array suddenly lit up from the depths of the Cangyun Sect.
Buzz!
A massive, dark-blue barrier of spiritual energy descended from the sky above Mount Cangyun, completely sealing off the only path up the mountain.
The Cangyun Sect's ancient mountain-protecting array—the Tianyuan Mountain-Suppressing Array!
This terrifying array had been reinforced by dozens of generations of earth-shattering cultivators, consuming countless natural treasures and spirit stones. The moment it activated, the spiritual pressure it emitted squeezed the surrounding air, causing it to crackle and pop.
Even a late-stage Ninth Realm cultivator unleashing their full power would struggle to breach this defensive barrier in a short amount of time.
On the mountain path, countless congratulatory guests from various sects watched in terror at the corpses of the gatekeeping disciples lying in pools of blood, and then at the bizarre, black-robed, masked figure standing before the barrier of the Tianyuan Mountain-Suppressing Array.
“Crazy! This person is absolutely insane!”
“How dare they kill people during Young Sect Master Lu's Centenary Ceremony? They've even forced the Cangyun Sect to activate the Tianyuan Mountain-Suppressing Array!”
“This grand array is a legacy from ancient times. Unless an ancestor of the Tenth Realm or above makes a move, it is absolutely impossible to...”
Before the chatter could even subside.
Su Yueli stood before the thick, dark-blue spiritual energy barrier and slowly raised her head.
Through her cold mask, she stared at the massive barrier before her, which rippled with countless complex immortal array patterns and exuded a vast, heavenly majesty. Beneath the mask, the corners of her mouth curled into an extremely cold arc.
The Tianyuan Mountain-Suppressing Array?
Trying to use a physical defense against me?
Su Yueli sneered in her heart.
She did not use the Emperor-grade fist blade, Xiaohei, which was wrapped around her knuckles. Instead, she slowly extended her pale, almost overly slender hands.
As the sleeves of her loose black robe slid back, a faint, extremely noble layer of glazed pure gold shimmered beneath the skin on the backs of her hands. The Myriad Tribulations bone patterns deep within her bones began to hum in a soft resonance.
In the next instant.
Su Yueli slightly curved the fingers of both hands, turning them into what resembled two indestructible steel claws. Unreasonably, she thrust them straight toward the dark-blue barrier.
Pfft!
The sound of tearing magical power rang out.
Su Yueli's hands, which contained the pure physical force field of the Myriad Tribulations Realm, actually tore right through the defensive barrier—which was powerful enough to instantly reduce an Eighth Realm cultivator's divine body to ashes. Her ten fingers locked directly onto the array's energy nodes.
Boom!
Sensing an intruder, the Tianyuan Mountain-Suppressing Array instantly flared with rage.
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