Asura Mad Emperor

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From within that cluster of golden divine light, the Jin Ling Saintess saw a figure about the size of a fist.

"Is this a person?" After speaking, the Jin Ling Saintess immediately shook her head, "No, this isn't a person, the figure is too small, and on him, there's a very pure vitality and natural force!

It's just like... just like a Spirit Fruit!"

Qinchuan looked at the Jin Ling Saintess in surprise; truly worthy of the Golden Pupil, she could actually see through the true body of the other.

He casually prodded his ear and said indifferently, "You're not wrong, this is indeed a Spirit Fruit!"

"This Divine Tree is called the Tree of Life, nurturing this small world. The Tree of Life blooms every hundred thousand years, fruits every hundred thousand years, and finally matures after another hundred thousand years.

This Life Fruit has matured, transformed its Spiritual Sense and human body, and begun to cultivate mana!"

"Indeed!" The Jin Ling Saintess was eager to move. She had not expected that in this little Divine Wilderness Continent, there could be such a heaven-defying treasure.

Not to mention the gathering of a Divine Tree of this magnitude, even a Spirit Fruit with a growth cycle of three hundred thousand years would be considered quite rare.

"What is that ghostly thing that it's fighting?" Yin Yuexuan was also moved, and asked cautiously.

Qinchuan shook his head but did not answer Yin Yuexuan's question.

At this moment, he was also shocked by that mass of black fog.

Just now.

He had opened his Innate Pupils and seen clearly; within that mass of black fog, there was distinctly a head!

In that instant, he immediately remembered the headless ancient corpse from the Spirit Martial Great Tomb.

There was a headless ancient corpse in the Spirit Martial Great Tomb, and now a withered head had appeared in this place; the two must be closely related!

That headless ancient corpse which possessed the bloodline of the Ancient Divine Clan had broken through the seal in the Spirit Martial Great Tomb and had remained unburied despite the collapse of the tomb, finally being taken by Qinchuan.

Qinchuan looked inward at the space within the Dao Lotus.

Indeed, the headless ancient corpse that had been incredibly silent within the Dao Lotus space seemed to have sensed the presence of the head and was now trembling faintly.

Excitement, agitation, and anticipation.

At that moment, a golden and a black mass of divine light erupted in battle once again, the Divine Wood trembled, light shone ten thousand zhang, stirring the void, while the cave continued to collapse relentlessly.

At the same time, several figures stumbled out from underground.

The two powerful beings fought close to the roots of the Divine Tree, their vast and mighty Divine Power spreading, on the verge of completely collapsing the underground world, the people emerging from the cave had gone through myriad dangers.

"What the hell is that, it almost buried this young master alive!"

A rebellious powerhouse emerged from the cave, saw the two instigators, and was extremely angry, striking forth without hesitation.

"Kill!"

"It's Ye Canglan, the genius of the Jiuxiang Ancient Country!" The cultivators were solemn, recognizing the person who made the move.

"Right, those two are too despicable, actually wanting to cut off the passage and bury us all underground, it's unforgivable!"

Ye Canglan from the Jiuxiang Ancient Country's Imperial Family was a talented young man who had reached the peak of Dao Palace cultivation level at a young age. In his dazzling cultivation journey, he had remained undefeated over three years.

Seeing Ye Canglan take the initiative to strike, the remaining numerous cultivators followed suit, bursting forth with Divine Skills, targeting the golden and black masses of light.

And at this moment, suddenly, from the intervals of the continuous boom of explosions, a light, floating reprimand rang through the void.

"Dammit, who dares!"

The voice was deceptively gentle, yet it held an undeniable pressure, even overshadowing the momentum of the two shadows fighting in the void.

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Then, a floating figure emanated an overwhelming aura as it descended from above the Divine Wood, blocking the way of the numerous cultivators present.

"It's him!"

"When did he enter the secret realm!"

Qinchuan's eyebrows raised in curiosity.

This person was none other than Mo Wentian, whom he had briefly encountered outside the secret realm earlier.

However, Mo Wentian's attire was different from before he entered the secret realm. Previously, he had been dressed in a plain and unassuming grey Dao robe, but now, he was clad in an extravagant jade robe, decorated with gold threads, holding a feather fan—the very image of a young noble from an influential family.

No wonder people said he was eccentric and unpredictable. In just a short time, the guy had completely changed his attire.

And moreover.

Previously, he had seemed amiable and approachable, without the slightest hint of cultivation aura, but now he stood above them all, his peak Dao Palace cultivation level fully exposed, like a completely different person, truly unfathomable.

"Who are you? You dare to meddle in this young master's affairs?"

Ye Canglan was enraged, his body flickering with a terrifying Dao Magic divine light, "Do you know who I am?"

"I am Ye Canglan of the Jiuxiang Ancient Country's imperial family! If you know what's good for you, get out of this young master's way at once. I was almost buried by these two damn things, and now I'm in a very bad..."

"Enough noise!"

Before Ye Canglan could finish speaking, Mo Wentian gave a cold snort and with a light wave of his feather fan, a malevolent qi shot out. It entered Ye Canglan's body at an extremely fast speed, and in an instant, Ye Canglan fell straight down, dead without a trace.

A young genius faced Mo Wentian and perished without explanation.

"What!?"

The surrounding cultivators were collectively shocked.

"What kind of technique is this!"

"With both at the peak of Dao Palace cultivation, how could Ye Canglan die just like that?"

Everyone was horrified; through what divine skill had this youth killed Ye Canglan without any visible effort? It was outright frightening.

All cultivators took a step back unanimously; even Ye Canglan was no match for this youth, so they dared not step forward and court disaster.

But it seemed Mo Wentian had no intention of letting the others go.

"A bunch of ants, unworthy of life, just die, all of you!"

Mo Wentian's voice was cold as ice, like a snow cave spanning thousands of miles, sending chills down the spines of the people, as if they had plunged into the abyss, their spirits trembling.

Then, his feather fan emitted a dark divine light, an incomparable brilliance that burst forth like a segment of Divine Rainbow extracted from chaos, dazzling and blinding, covering the heavens and the earth, rushing toward the cultivators.

This Mo Wentian truly had no set pattern in attacking; the people before him had not provoked him at all, yet he aimed to kill everyone present.

"Aaah—"

As the rosy light suppressed them and divine glows exploded, many cultivators let out agonizing screams. Countless bodies burst apart, blood splattered, mixed with the golden glow, a sight both terrifying and tragically beautiful.

After a round of Dao Magic suppression, of the many cultivators who had been standing under the Divine Tree, few remained; the rest fled in disarray, watching Mo Wentian from a far distance.

The Jin Ling Saintess and Yin Yuexuan, knowing how difficult it was to deal with this man, had already hidden themselves far away when he appeared.

At that moment, with a flick of Mo Wentian's fan, a visually piercing divine light, like a divine feather, transformed into a devastating Divine Sword, sharp and fierce, with an oppressive aura, and slashed directly toward Qinchuan's head.

This Mo Wentian, it seemed, was attacking indiscriminately, unwilling to spare even Qinchuan, who had remained uninvolved thus far.