I Can Extract Divine Power

The terrifying vision in the sky was a shocking spectacle.

It wasn't just the Great Zhou Country; the other three great nations also witnessed the entire scene.

This illusory image seemed to be visible to all.

Standing in the courtyard of the Observatory, Shen Bai watched the vision in the sky, his eyes narrowed slightly.

He recognized the young-looking Daoist. It was none other than the Drunken Daoist, who had recently helped him eliminate the Three Great Demonic Forces.

Back then, when the Drunken Daoist left, he'd said he was headed to the Desolate Forbidden Land to find his lost Jade Pendant.

Now, with this sudden, strange phenomenon, Shen Bai suspected it was related to the Desolate Forbidden Land.

As he was thinking this, Qu Yongfeng approached him.

Looking at the vision in the sky, he said, "He intends to enter the Desolate Forbidden Land."

At his words, Shen Bai's gaze immediately shifted to the space before the Drunken Daoist.

The space before him was a blur.

But even though it was just a vision, Shen Bai could still feel a terrifying pressure emanating from the distorted space, a pressure so great it struck a chord of fear in his heart.

Xue Caixiang's voice trembled slightly. "Who is he? Why is he going to the Desolate Forbidden Land? Doesn't he know it's one of the Ten Great Forbidden Lands, a place from which no one has ever returned?"

No one answered her. Everyone present was fixated on the vision in the sky.

The Desolate Forbidden Land had always been one of the most mysterious of the Ten Great Forbidden Lands.

Now that they could see it through this vision, no one present wanted to waste the opportunity.

This wasn't just true for the Lingyun Dao's Observatory; everyone in the world likely felt the same.

Shen Bai was no exception.

As they all watched the vision of the Drunken Daoist with rapt attention, the figure in the sky finally began to move.

The Drunken Daoist clasped his hands behind his back as terrifying lines of Dao Text surfaced all over his body.

Each line of Dao Text represented the pinnacle of the Daoist Sect's skills.

Under countless watchful eyes, the Drunken Daoist began to walk forward.

With every step, he uttered a new line.

"I am the Drunken Daoist of the Era of Ten Thousand Cities. Back then, the Daoist Sects of the world were at odds with me, so I challenged them all."

"Now, times have changed. The years have flown by, and I intend to enter the Desolate Forbidden Land."

"The world has countless masters, and the members of the Daoist Sect are innumerable. Though the lineage of the Daoist Sect is now fractured, no longer the same tradition as in the Era of Ten Thousand Cities, I, as a man of the Daoist Sect, must still leave something for this world."

"This journey is almost certain death. But I will allow all the world to observe my Daoist Skills. If you are fated, you may grasp a thing or two."

"Furthermore, those on the same level as I may also witness the sight of the Desolate Forbidden Land opening."

"I have no selfish motives, only a heart that seeks the Dao. If I am to die today, so be it. If I should survive, you may remember the name of the Drunken Daoist and burn an incense stick for me."

Having said this, the Drunken Daoist had arrived before the blurred expanse of space.

The Drunken Daoist then struck out, one attack after another. With each move, a terrifying Daoist Skill surged toward the heavens.

The sky, once a clear azure, erupted into a kaleidoscope of colors under the force of his terrifying Daoist Skills.

The Drunken Daoist poured his full power into every Daoist Skill. He held nothing back, as if he knew that entering the Desolate Forbidden Land was a journey of no return and wished to leave one final mark upon the world.

Within the Four Great Countries, every member of the Daoist Sect watched in silence.

As the Drunken Daoist demonstrated his Daoist Skills, each of them felt a flicker of enlightenment.

It wasn't just them; even Jianghu People from other disciplines gained insights by analogy.

At the Drunken Daoist's level of mastery, one could perceive the whole through a single part.

Thus, the Drunken Daoist's display brought immense benefits to the entire world.

...

「The Imperial Palace of the Great Yue Country.」

The National Preceptor held a horsetail duster, his Daoist Robe giving him the air of a living Immortal.

He gazed at the vision in the sky, sighed, and slowly spoke four words.

"I am not his equal."

After speaking those four words, the National Preceptor's expression grew even more complex.

Beside him, an elderly eunuch asked,

"You seem greatly troubled, Lord National Preceptor."

The National Preceptor sighed. "Serving in the imperial court, I long ago lost the pure heart I once had for seeking the Dao. How could I not be troubled?"

The old eunuch shook his head. "Lord National Preceptor, your long service in the court is for the good of the people. That, too, is a way of seeking the Dao."

The National Preceptor sneered. "Using my power to bully the weak and deal with Shen Bai—that alone shows I have lost the heart for seeking the Dao. The Drunken Daoist has lived a solitary life and is willing to face death. His understanding of the Dao is far beyond mine."

"Though his power may not match mine, his path toward the Dao is far purer."

After saying this, the National Preceptor spoke no more, turning and returning to the tower behind him.

The old eunuch watched the National Preceptor's retreating figure and murmured, "Someone is bound to benefit from this. I must quickly figure out how to win over those who gained from the Drunken Daoist's display. And while I'm at it, I need to keep thinking of a way to deal with Shen Bai."

As his voice faded, several uniformed figures suddenly appeared behind him.

"Listen closely. From this day forward, the Evil Extermination Bureau will report all intelligence on Shen Bai to me, down to the smallest detail. I need a complete understanding of him."

"If this man is not eliminated, the world will know no peace," the old eunuch said slowly.

"As you command!" the members of the Evil Extermination Bureau replied, bowing with cupped hands.

...

All across the world, powerful figures from every faction watched as the Drunken Daoist stepped toward the Desolate Forbidden Land.

At that moment in the Great Zhou Imperial Palace, the Saint Martial Emperor coughed violently several times. He wiped the corner of his mouth with a nearby handkerchief, his expression complex as he watched the Drunken Daoist in the sky.

Eunuch Chen, hands tucked in his sleeves, gently massaged the Saint Martial Emperor's back. "Your Majesty, the Drunken Daoist's actions are indeed selfless, but you must not watch for too long. To be influenced by his Dao would be… inadvisable."