"When did the Tianhe Sword Sect produce such a shallow person as you? Your tone is so arrogant. Do you even know how many layers of heaven there are, or how thick the earth is, yet you dare to say that everything in the world belongs to your Tianhe Sword Sect?"
A soft, gentle voice drifted over from afar.
The newcomer was still far away when he spoke, but with each word he uttered, he drew closer. In the blink of an eye, a crimson sword light flew from afar at a speed beyond human imagination.
The sword light faded, revealing a figure: a young woman dressed in a plain blue Taoist robe, with a sword rainbow swirling around her graceful body.
At this moment, the cultivators outside Wanhua Mountain heard the rumbling thunderous sound of sword energy piercing the air, which gradually spread.
"So you're a fellow Daoist from Kongtong. Your Thunder Sword Escape technique is indeed quite remarkable. However, matters are always divided into those who arrive first and those who arrive later. Now that our Tianhe Sword Sect has arrived, please leave, fellow Daoist!"
Jiao Fei recognized the woman's swordsmanship; it was the Thunderbolt Sword Escape, one of the six great escape techniques of Taoism. Although he could tell that the other party possessed considerable magical power, he still refused to be polite in his words.
The Kongtong Sect had no connection with the Tianhe Sword Sect to begin with, so Jiao Fei didn't need to give her any face or consider her feelings.
The female disciple from the Kongtong Sword Sect, seeing Jiao Fei's impoliteness, snorted coldly and said, "Boy from the Tianhe Sword Sect, if you want me to back down, then show me some skill. I am not one of those rogue cultivators from other sects who can be intimidated by your bullying and the name of the Tianhe Sword Sect."
The two were locked in a fierce battle, neither willing to yield.
Jiao Fei chuckled, without replying, and pointed, causing nine golden rays to flash around him, as he prepared to make his move.
Then a long, muddy river flew out from Wanhua Mountain, and on the crest of the waves stood a handsome young man dressed in a blue robe.
"Please hold your hand, both of you." Lin Yi said, as the Nine-Bend Yellow River Formation beneath his feet unfolded, obscuring most of the sky.
"Master Lin." Jiao Fei called out in surprise upon seeing the newcomer.
"Several years have passed since we last met, and Brother Jiao's charm is even greater than before," Lin Yi replied with a smile. Then, he turned his gaze to the woman on the other side and said, "My name is Lin Yi. May I ask your name, young lady?"
"Qin Shuang'e," the female disciple of the Kongtong Sect said coldly.
Lin Yi said, "This is where Senior Wen meditates. Miss Qin and Young Master Jiao, please stop for now. If..."
Just then, countless sword lights rose from the Myriad Flower Mountain below, directly piercing through the Nine Turns Yellow River Formation set up by Lin Yi, and cutting through the nine layers of Heavenly Gang all the way upwards. Countless streams of Qi poured down like flowing clouds.
Brilliant, dazzling, splendid... even these words combined cannot describe even a fraction of the magnificent scene at this moment.
Sword light formed an array, and the sword array took shape as an old man with white hair and beard descended step by step from the sky.
Looking at the stunned crowd around him, the old man smiled slightly and said, "I have wasted hundreds of years of my life, but I never expected that I would actually cultivate my primordial spirit and attain immortality just before I pass away. I am truly sorry that you fellow practitioners have made a wasted trip."
Everyone bowed and congratulated Wen Zu in unison, saying, "May Wen Zu live a long and healthy life."
"Everyone, please disperse," Wen Liang said.
The group of cultivators who had originally planned to seize Wen Liang's mantle and magical artifacts dispersed.
Lin Yi put away the Nine-Bend Yellow River Formation Diagram and said to Wen Liang, "Congratulations, Senior Wen."
"I must thank you for this, young friend Lin," Wen Liang said with a smile.
"You're too kind, Senior Wen," Lin Yi said, waving his hand.
The two talked as they returned to the Valley of a Thousand Flowers.
After settling down at the stone table under the ancient pine tree, Wen Liang said, "I would like to borrow the Taixu Dharma Robe for a look. I hope young friend Lin will not mind."
Lin Yi did not refuse. The Taixu Dharma Robe was removed from his body and landed on the stone table. He said, "Senior Wen, please."
Wen Liang pointed his fingers like a sword and lightly touched the Tai Xu robe. A formation diagram appeared, which was the Hundred Swords Diagram formed by the Ten Thousand Swords Illusion Array.
The Taixu Robe is a magic treasure of the Void Spirit level, and the Taixuan Thirty-Six Formations within it have all been refined to the tenth level by the Taixuan Elder.
This tenth layer of the array diagram corresponds to the specific content of cultivation at the fifth-order True Immortal and Primordial Spirit Incarnation levels.
This is exactly what Wenliang needs right now.
Following the Hundred Swords Diagram, the Purple Cloud Formation Diagram, the Mountain and River Diagram, the True Form Diagram of the Five Sacred Mountains, and the Nine-Bend Yellow River Formation Diagram successively appeared.
After Wen Liang memorized everything, a flash of blue light appeared on the Taixu robe, which was then draped over Lin Yi's body.
Wen Liang smiled, not taking it to heart. He took out a notebook, circulated his magic power, added some information, and handed it to Lin Yi, saying, "These are some of my own cultivation insights. If you have any questions about cultivation in the future, you can try to look them up, or you can come directly to Wanhua Mountain to find me."
Lin Yi stood up, took the thin notebook with both hands, and said solemnly, "Thank you, Senior Wen."
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Chapter 85 The Lesser Universe Realm Takes on a New Look
On a small hill not far from Qingwang Village in the Ten Thousand Mountains, Lin Yi's figure appeared out of nowhere.
Then, he beckoned, and the Myriad Gu Fairy, who was tending to the flowers and plants in the Qiankun Cauldron Cave, appeared beside him.
Looking at the familiar scenery around her, Wan Gu Xian Niang was momentarily dazed. Unbeknownst to her, more than a year had quietly slipped by.
"The Thousand-Year Ice Silkworm has fallen into the hands of Granny Tai Xuan, and it is difficult to retrieve. I have two magic manuals here, and Miss Yu can choose one as compensation."
Lin Yi's voice came, and the Myriad Gu Fairy smiled and said, "This matter is not the fault of Daoist Lin. It is Yu Wuxia who is too greedy."
Lin Yi shook his head and said with a smile, "What cultivator isn't greedy? Immortality is the greatest greed. Miss Yu, please don't refuse."
As soon as he finished speaking, countless words and pictures appeared in his hands, eventually transforming into two magic incantations.
"This Supreme True Loach Seven Transformations Dragon Technique was passed down by Old Qiu, the first of the Ten Patriarchs of Taoism. It can be practiced by oneself or used to refine Gu worms. The maids and demon servants in my cave all practice this Taoist technique."
"The other Great Roc Free and Easy Technique is the true inheritance of the Western Sect of the Demonic Sect. It was passed down from Nuwa, one of the Seven Phoenixes of Creation. As long as one cultivates it to the fifth level, one can break through the limitations of the mortal body and obtain a lifespan of ten thousand years."
After Lin Yi's introduction, they waited for the Myriad Gu Fairy to make her choice.