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The more spirits there were, the more powerful the power was.
Stacked on top of each other, there were nine changes.
Nine by nine, eighty-one was ordinary.
Above ordinary, the power was even fiercer.
Bolts of purple-gold lightning, bursts of thunderous wind, all kinds of ice and snow, and all kinds of wind and rain swept over, trapping the dozens of reincarnated people who wanted to escape. They had no choice but to use their primordial spirit to resist.
One had to know that they were not only facing the power of nature of the 108 spirits, but also the vast power of the Great Sunlight Dharma.
Being shrouded by such a powerful power, the dozens of reincarnated people were suppressed as if they were walking on thin ice. It was as if they had fallen into the deep sea, or as if they had fallen into the abyss. It was as if they had fallen into countless formation traps, unable to move an inch.
At this moment.
The young Immortal Duke stood in the sky, with the Great Sunlight Dharma above his head, his body covered in sunlight, and his feet stepping on 108 rainbows, looking very mighty.
"What a reckless piece of trash! Kneel down! "
The young Immortal Duke suddenly opened his arms and raised his fists. The flames around his body instantly soared, and 108 rainbows bloomed wildly under his feet. The power of nature became even more terrifying. At the same time, the Great Sunlight Dharma rotated, and the vast spiritual power exploded.
Boom! Bang!
Bang!
A reincarnated person was crushed on the spot, blood spurting out of his mouth and nose, and fell to the ground.
Then, the second, the third, and the tenth … In less than a breath of time, nearly one hundred reincarnated people were crushed to the ground with blood spurting out of their mouths and noses because they could not withstand the double power of the Immortal Duke.
This time.
The reincarnated people were scared, completely scared.
They no longer cared about face or dignity. One by one, they got up and knelt on the ground, kowtowing, apologizing, and begging for mercy.
However.
The young Immortal Duke in the sky had no intention of stopping. Not only that, the 108 spirits of nature under his feet bloomed even more intensely, and the Great Sunlight Dharma above his head spun even more wildly.
"Enough."
At this time, a calm voice was heard. It was the voice of Xing Yao.
He was still sitting on the chair, tasting the fragrant tea. From the beginning to the end, he was so calm, so calm, as if nothing in the world could move him.
"Come back."
Xing Yao's voice came again. Only then did Ying Nian put away his Great Sunlight Dharma Idol and 108 Nature Spirits, then flashed back to Xing Yao's side.
Looking at this scene.
The countless cultivators who were kneeling all around the Celestial Region were all dumbfounded. They were shocked, frightened, in awe, and at the same time, in disbelief.
Looking at the disheveled people who had reincarnated on the ground, they couldn't help but feel puzzled. Were these still the reincarnated mighty figures who had achieved immortality in their previous lives? Even if he was only a False Immortal, he was still an Immortal with an Immortal soul. Even if his cultivation was only at the Primordial Spirit Realm, he still had Divine Abilities that ordinary people couldn't compare with!
When did the reincarnated mighty figures become so weak?
The weaker ones even had their Primordial Spirit Dharma Idol shattered and disappeared.
He was so weak that he couldn't even withstand the might of the Viscount of Sengoku.
The weaker ones were beaten to a pulp by the Viscount of Sengoku.
The weak ones all knelt on the ground and begged for mercy.
Was he weak?
No.
It wasn't that those reincarnated people were too weak. It was that the Viscount of Sengoku was too powerful. He was so powerful that he was unparalleled. He looked down on everything and was comparable to the legendary God of War.
This made people feel very uncomfortable. To be exact, they were very depressed and felt very unbalanced, especially those old guys who had cultivated for thousands of years and had survived many Lifespan Tribulations. They even felt that the heavens were unfair.
They were all humans. Every day, for the sake of cultivation resources, they had to humble themselves and flatter others. Otherwise, they would go out to experience the world and live with their heads in their hands. Even so, they still had to worry about whether they would fail to open up the Purple Mansion, whether they would fail to condense the Golden Elixir, whether they would fail to conceive the Primordial Spirit, and all kinds of endless tribulations. Along the way, they had experienced countless life and death situations. Everyone knew how difficult it was.
Day after day, year after year, thousands of years had passed, and they still couldn't see the end of their cultivation. This wasn't important. What was important was that their cultivation strength after thousands of years of hard work couldn't compare to that of a mere few decades. In front of that person, they didn't even have the right to fight back, let alone resist.
How could they not be depressed? How could they feel balanced?
This kind of huge gap was hard to accept, especially when they saw that the reincarnated people were like this. They felt even more uncomfortable. It was as if their lives were dark and there was no end to it.
Not only could they not accept it, but even the hundreds of Dharma Laksana Venerables who came with the nine Viscounts of Sengoku couldn't accept it.
However, they were used to it and didn't find it strange.
In the desolate area of the great northwest where there were few people, it might be rare for reincarnated people to be crushed by the Viscount of Sengoku. However, in the divine continent where geniuses were as common as clouds, this wasn't a big deal at all. Not to mention reincarnated people being crushed by young people, in the divine continent, even Earth Immortals, Itinerant Immortals, and even Perfected Immortals, being wiped out by young people with a snap of their fingers was not a rare thing.
In this ancient era, all things were revived. What was revived was not only the rich resources of nature, but also all kinds of mysterious great fortunes.
In this era where good fortune was everywhere and Heaven's Favorites and geniuses were everywhere, the so-called ascetic cultivation was just a joke. In the eyes of the Heaven's Favorites and geniuses who had good fortune, the so-called Dharma Laksana Venerables were not even as good as dogs. The so-called reincarnated people were only slightly better than dogs in their eyes. Even Earthly Immortals were just servants in their eyes.
There was no other way.
This was fate.
You had to recognize it whether you wanted to or not.
In this era, if you didn't have a strong family background and great fortunes, no matter how high your cultivation was, your life was worse than a dog's.
If not for this, the hundreds of Dharma Laksana Venerables and the 81 Hundred Tribulations Elders wouldn't be serving the nine Viscounts of Sengoku like slaves.
Opposite.
Nearly a hundred reincarnated people knelt on the ground and cupped their hands to apologize without caring about their dignity or their injuries.
Xing Yao ignored them and continued to sip his tea. Only when he finished the entire pot of tea did he stand up and shake his clothes. He looked at the scorching sun hanging in the sky and slowly closed his eyes. He took a deep breath and a faint smile appeared on his lips. He said softly, "The weather today sure is nice. I hope it will be like this every day in the future."
No one knew why the Immortal Duke Xing Yao said this out of the blue.
When he opened his eyes, he said, "Everyone is tired today. Go back and rest. We'll talk later."
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