The other cultivators of the three gentry clans seemed to be frozen in midair. None of them moved and were as silent as cicadas in winter.
After the black-robed swordsman appeared, even Taba Feng who was Just Now with a torrential ferocity quietened down with a hint of wariness in his eyes.
The scene that everyone was expecting did not happen.
On the contrary, under countless gazes, the black-robed swordsman walked step by step in an unhurried manner, passing beneath the feet of the three gentry clans.
For cultivators, this distance was not considered long.
Be it through movement techniques or sword kinesis, it would take less than a hundred breaths.
However, the black-robed swordsman walked for an entire 15 minutes!
What was even stranger was that no one stopped him or even said anything throughout the entire process.
It was as though everyone was choked by their throats!
Murong Wushuang frowned slightly and looked at the black-robed swordsman with an inexplicable emotion. It was like pity, adoration, worry … it was complicated.
The black-robed swordsman was oblivious to the fiery gazes of the people around him.
His gaze was a little unfocused, as though he could not find his focus. He walked step by step in an unhurried manner, maintaining his speed and gradually disappearing from everyone's sight.
"Who was that?"
The surrounding cultivators were no fools and gradually realized what was going on.
"There's only one missing gentry clan. There's a high chance that person is a paragon of the Gudu clan!"
"Now that you mention it, I remember that the Gudu clan does have a frightening sword cultivator in the Jin Dan realm. His name is Gudu Jian and he was born for the sword."
"I've heard of him as well. It's said that he's a loner with no family or friends. For dozens of years, he's only accompanied by a black sheathed sword. He's truly reached the realm of 'nothing but his sword'. "
When she heard the discussions around her, Bai Yuhan whispered, "Dongqing, it seems like the Gudu clan has given up on the fight for the Vermilion Fruit. Otherwise, they wouldn't have sent a single person over."
"Not necessarily,"
Mu Dongqing shook his head. "Only one or two people are here for the birth of the Vermilion Fruit. Apart from people like us who have given up on the fight for the Vermilion Fruit and intend to take advantage of the chaos, there's another possibility."
"What?" Bai Yuhan asked.
"This person is very scary. He doesn't even need the help of others!"
The moment Taba Feng saw the black-clothed swordsman appear in mid-air, he had already put away Jin Dan's vision.
After the black-clothed swordsman disappeared completely, Taba Feng heaved a sigh of relief and said with a smile, "I was still wondering why I didn't see anyone from the Dugu clan when the three gentry clans were gathered. So, this facial paralysis came."
The black-clothed swordsman remained expressionless. Naturally, Taba Feng was just mocking him.
Not far away, a cultivator couldn't help but laugh: "Facial paralysis, hehe, how fitting."
"Hmm?"
Murong Wushuang's face darkened as she turned around slightly.
She didn't say a word and waved her sleeve. A ray of light flashed and entered the cultivator's forehead in an instant, disappearing without a trace.
Puff!
The man's head exploded and blood splattered everywhere. He fell to the ground and died!
The crowd was in an uproar.
The cultivators at the side were so scared that their faces turned pale and they retreated instinctively, looking at the murderous beauty in the air on the ancient chariot with lingering fear.
Murong Wushuang said slowly with a cold expression, "Is someone from the four gentry clans someone you can make fun of?"
Nobody replied.
Taba Feng, Yuwen Wujia and Murong Wushuang stood in midair like stars surrounding the moon. They shone brightly, as though gods had descended upon the world and were looking down on the world!
Who would dare to make a sound against such pressure?
Murong Wushuang turned around and glared at Taba Feng, saying coldly, "Taba Feng, don't blame me for not reminding you. You'd better watch your mouth. Don't let your tongue get you into trouble!"
"Ha!"
After the black-clothed swordsman left, Taba Feng regained his arrogance and roared in laughter. "None of your business! I'll say whatever I want! "
"Alright!"
Murong Wushuang's gaze was cold. "Since you're so gutsy, go to the Dugu clan right now and repeat what you said earlier!"
Taba Feng's expression darkened as he harrumphed. However, he did not refute.
Murong Wushuang heaved a sigh of relief and composed herself, saying indifferently, "Don't blame me for not reminding you guys. There's news that the legacy disciples of the Ten Upper Sects of the North Region have all descended."
When they heard that, Taba Feng and Yuwen Wujia frowned.
"It's not that easy to claim the title of king of the Jin Dan realm of the North Region! The successors of the ancient aristocratic families of the North Region might even appear! "
With that said, Murong Wushuang waved her hand and led the dozens of chariots behind her towards the Great Qian Ruins.
Taba Feng and Yuwen Wujia calmed down as well and tacitly chose to give up on the fight and leave separately.
In the blink of an eye, the skies above the ruins regained its calm.
"Heh! Seems like even the paragons of the four gentry clans might not be able to claim the Vermilion Fruit. "
"That's right. Didn't you hear that the legacy disciples of the Ten Upper Sects of the North Region have rushed over? At that time, there'll definitely be a battle between the paragons!"
"Seems like the Vermilion Fruit is not only a universal treasure, it has a deeper meaning. Whoever obtains the Vermilion Fruit will be the number one Perfected Being of the North Region! "
"In another twenty years, the intermediate ancient battlefield will open. This time round, all the major sects and factions will gather and the paragons of the North Region will have to fight it out. "
When they heard the discussions around them, Mu Dongqing and Bai Yuhan exchanged glances with grim expressions.
The situation in the Great Qian Ruins was even more chaotic and frightening than they had imagined!
"What are the Ten Upper Sects?" Bai Yuhan asked.
Mu Dongqing revealed a reminiscing expression. "I heard Genying Zhenjun from the palace mention it once unintentionally. It's said that there are 108 Upper Sects below the immortal, fiend and Buddhist sects. Most of them are gathered in the Middle Continent and there are relatively few scattered in the North, South, East and West regions. There are ten of them in the North Region."
"What sort of sects can be conferred as Upper Sects?"
"I'm not sure,"
Mu Dongqing shook his head. "It's said that the sects and factions that are conferred as Upper Sects require Conjoint Body Mighty Figures to hold down the fort!"
Conjoint Body Mighty Figures!
Bai Yuhan's heart skipped a beat when she heard those words.
There were nine major realms of cultivation – Qi Condensation, Foundation Establishment, Jin Dan, Nascent Soul, Void Reversion, Dharma Characteristic, Conjoint Body, Mahayana and the legendary Tribulation Transcendence.
The reason why the Great Zhou Dynasty was able to establish itself and survive for close to 10,000 years was because the King of Great Zhou had a Dharma Daojun as his backing.
How terrifying would a Upper Sect with a Conjoint Body Mighty Figure be?
How many Dharma Daojun would they have under them?
How strong would the paragons under them be?
It was only after truly leaving the Great Zhou Dynasty that one would know that there was no limit to how terrifying the entire cultivation world was.
If one were to enter the birthplace of cultivation where the cultivation civilization was at its peak, the Middle Continent where all the super sects and factions gathered, how majestic would it be?
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