Daoist Competition

As soon as Elder Jin finished speaking, a cold voice interjected, "Elder Jin, your words are inappropriate. Earlier, we discussed delaying Huo Xuan, Zhou Huang, Zhang Yan, and Xun Huaiying to buy time for the Six Sects Sword Fighting Disciples. But now we’ve already let Shaoqing Disciples pass, are we going to let those of Mingcang Sect escape as well? I believe that’s unacceptable!"

Elder Jin turned his head and saw that the speaker was an elder with the surname Qi from the Nether Spring Sect. The Nether Spring Sect was here with seven Protective Elders, considered the most formidable among the Six Sects. He cupped his hands and reluctantly said, "What Elder Qi says... is not without reason."

Elder Qi softened his tone and said, "Daoist Jin, there’s no need for you to worry. I will only take my sect’s people to block the Mingcang Disciples."

Elder Jin quickly responded, "Elder Qi, you’re joking. How can your sect’s seven fellow Daoists possibly block the thirteen from Mingcang Sect? Please allow some fellow Daoists from the Blood Essence Sect and Haiyin Sect to assist."

Elder Qi did not hesitate, nodded, and said, "Let’s do it that way."

He stamped his foot, whipped up a gust of Gang Wind, and led the way to pursue the people of Mingcang Sect, taking twelve with him.

Elder Jin sighed quietly in his heart.

Although this would block the disciples of the three sects, the two sides would become evenly matched, and the Demon Sect would no longer have the advantage. To achieve their goal, a brutal conflict would be inevitable.

He shook his head, personally took eleven elders who had a good relationship with the Hun Cheng Sect to block the Yuxiao Sect, and sent six Jiuling Sect elders to intercept the Yao Yin Sect.

Zhou Huang, halfway to his destination, saw figures flickering in the Demon Cloud ahead, as if there were people hidden within.

He sneered, a Gang Cloud roiling above him, starlight suddenly appearing, and sent a "Divine Might Star Thunder Pearl" forward.

Behind him, six elders of the Zhou Clan utilized the same Thunder Skill, sending forth strings of dazzling starlight.

Since the Divine Skills came from one source and were used collectively, the power was multiplied, continuously exploding from the Void, stirring the Demon Cloud into dispersal. Although the more than ten Demon Sect Elders blocking the way could withstand it, they dared not rashly advance.

Zhou Huang urged his tunneling light to speed up. In just a few breaths, he saw light ahead, finding himself bathed in daylight. Upon looking up, he realized he had broken through and could now head to the Extreme Sky.

Zhou Huang hadn’t expected it to be so easy, but he felt something was amiss. With a slight consideration, his eyes flashed coldly, and he thought with surprise, "No, this is the ’Vast Void Mirage Realm’!"

As the thought arose, he understood where he was. The party that had come with him vanished without a trace.

He quickly stabilized his Heart and Spirit, looking around warily.

This was a Divine Skill of the Yuan Shen Sect, exceedingly bizarre upon execution, silently and without trace, ensnaring even high-level cultivators like Zhou Huang without their awareness.

Once trapped, even if thousands of years passed within, it would only be a moment in the outside world.

And the spell caster could conjure formidable enemies, attacking continuously.

However, these opponents could only be formidable individuals the caster had encountered, and their Daoist Cultivation could not surpass the caster. If they managed to kill someone trapped within, they could fully absorb their Essence Qi, Divine Soul, and Mana, increasing their Dharma Powers by a level.

If a cultivator trapped inside were killed, that would indeed be their end.

But if they could break out, the spell caster would suffer a backlash and meet their doom.

At this moment, Zhou Huang looked up and saw a black-clothed Daoist with nondescript features appear before him. He coldly stated, "No matter who you conjure up, watch how I break through!"

He pinched a spell, the Gang Cloud above him abruptly flipped, and light erupted brightly, shining with the sun and moon, nearly filling the entire sky.

The black-clothed Daoist seemed to understand the danger, transforming into a mass of gray mist, allowing the brilliance to pass through without obstruction.

This person was an elder from the Hun Cheng Sect, conjured into existence, yet sacrificing a Divine Skill to preserve his life.

However, as the light passed, his attempts to reform his body failed repeatedly, finally trembling and shattering into a fine mist, dispersing without a trace.

Outside in the Demon Cloud, a Yuan Shen Sect elder froze, blood seeping from the corners of his mouth, exclaiming, "How can this be..."

He was interrupted mid-sentence as his body suddenly disintegrated, turning into dust and drifting away.

Zhang Yan rode the Dragon Carp to the sky, traveling several miles through the Demon Cloud when his brow twitched, and the sword ball flew out on its own, slashing into the void.