Year 10,045 of the Divine Prefecture Calendar. Ye Futian had been cultivating in seclusion for several years.
The news of the destruction of Senluo Manor had spread like wildfire. Many people in the area around Senluo Manor had come to investigate, but no one dared to intrude after seeing the Sword Will and the Black Wind Condor patrolling the mountain.
After all, a cultivator who could destroy Senluo Manor wasn't a kind person. However, many people in the area under Senluo Manor's influence applauded. They wanted to see the cultivator who destroyed Senluo Manor in person.
After all, they knew a little about Senluo Manor. Now that it had been annihilated, it was a great thing for them.
At this time, on the highest peak of Senluo Manor, Ye Futian exuded a powerful aura. The airflow of the Great Path flowed around him, and his Divine Wheel shone brightly. An extremely powerful divine halo of the Great Path swept out from his body like beams of divine light.
Outside, the Black Wind Condor and Xia Qingyuan turned around and looked at the place where Ye Futian was cultivating. A beam of terrifying light of the Great Path shot into the sky like a beam of light piercing through the sky. The waves of the Great Path spread across the entire Senluo Manor, annihilating the currents of swordsmanship around the manor. They were all destroyed by the will of the Great Path.
"So powerful."
An aura of the Great Path blew on Ying Qing's body, causing her clothes to flutter. This will of the Great Path gave her a feeling that her teacher and brother had never felt before. It was extremely pure. Although her level was not as high as her teacher's, the pressure that the will of the Great Path gave her was no less than her teacher's.
Ying Qing couldn't help but exclaim. She didn't know which secret zone Ye Futian came from. His talent was too terrifying.
He killed the chief of Senluo Manor when he was in the second plane of the Divine Wheel. Now that he had broken through to the next plane, his cultivation was even higher. Even though he might not be able to defeat a cultivator in the eighth plane, he could defeat a cultivator in the seventh plane without a perfect Divine Wheel.
In this way, Ye Futian was more confident in dealing with the master of Dongyuan Pavilion.
Ying Qing didn't mind waiting here for a few years. As long as she could get her revenge, she didn't mind waiting for a few years. If she had to rely on herself, she might not even have a chance in this lifetime.
After a long while, the aura of the Great Path dissipated. A white-haired figure stood at the edge of the mountain peak of Senluo Manor, gazing into the distance. Ying Qing looked at the figure and thought that he might be very young. She wondered how he cultivated.
Moreover, breaking through to the Renhuang Plane was not an obstacle for him at all.
Seeing that Xia Qingyuan and the Black Wind Condor were both heading in that direction, Ying Qing also stepped out and came to the peak where Ye Futian was.
Ye Futian looked at Xia Qingyuan and the others, and a gentle smile appeared on his face. Other than his feminine handsomeness, he also had a scholarly temperament.
Xia Qingyuan looked at his face. He looked even better than when she had seen him in the Nine States. Although he had matured a lot, he was even more charming.
"Sorry to keep you waiting," Ye Futian said. He had spent a lot of time cultivating this time, and he had finally broken through to the next level.
However, since he had come to the Divine Great Land, he knew that he couldn't go back in a short time. Even if he could go back, he would just be sending himself to death. He had to be strong enough.
To travel in the Divine Land, one needed to be strong enough to protect themselves.
It had been a few years since he first came to the Divine Prefecture. He wondered how the Original Realm was doing.
Back then, Princess Donghuang had personally said that after his "death," the Original Realm should be able to be peaceful for a long time.
"Where to now?" Xia Qingyuan asked.
Ying Qing looked at Ye Futian with a look of anticipation.
Ye Futian felt her gaze and said to her, "Let's go to Dongyuan City."
In addition to what he had promised Ying Qing, Dongyuan City, as the largest city on this continent, could help him learn more about the Divine Prefecture.
Ying Qing was in the Saint Plane, and her understanding of the Divine Prefecture came from the mouths of others. She had never left this continent, so in a sense, she didn't know much about the Divine Prefecture.
For Saint Plane cultivators, the Divine Prefecture was too big.
Even for Renhuangs, it was still vast and endless. It was just that the countless continents were endless.
"Little Condor," Ye Futian called out. The Black Wind Condor suddenly opened its wings, and its body grew larger. It soared into the sky, and in an instant, it looked like a Roc.
The three of them stepped up. The Black Wind Condor flapped its wings like clouds in the sky. In the next moment, its figure rushed into the clouds and disappeared.
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Dongyuan City was the largest city on this continent. There were countless cultivators and cultivators.
Dongyuan City's South Mountain was once a famous place in Dongyuan City. Because an extraordinary figure cultivated in South Mountain, people called him the Old Taoist of South Mountain, and some people called him Mr. South Mountain. He was an old man who had cultivated for many years. During the years when Mr. South Mountain cultivated in South Mountain, he took in many disciples. As his disciples gradually grew, South Mountain became an extremely powerful force in Dongyuan City.
Back then, South Mountain was known as the second most influential force in Dongyuan Pavilion. Old Taoist of South Mountain was also very close to the Pavilion Master. However, in one day, South Mountain was destroyed.
Many years ago, the old Taoist priest of Nanshan coveted the position of Dongyuan Pavilion Pavilion Master. He led his disciples to Dongyuan Pavilion to force his friend to give up the position and enter Dongyuan Pavilion. However, he was defeated, and the cultivators of Nanshan were also purged.
This incident had a great impact and caused a sensation for a while. Mr. South Mountain was indeed someone who was qualified to compete for the position of Pavilion Master.
As for whether there was a secret behind it, people could only guess. The Pavilion Master controlled Dongyuan Pavilion and was very powerful. No one was willing to offend him.
After all, who did not want to enter Dongyuan Pavilion to cultivate? However, the person who controlled the passageway was the Pavilion Master.
At this time, at the foot of South Mountain, a few figures stood there. It was Ye Futian and the others.
Ying Qing wore a black mask on her face, hiding her appearance and aura. Although she was not very eye-catching back then, there would always be people who remembered and recognized her, so she wore a disguise.
Returning to the old place, Ying Qing's eyes under the mask were red. She stared at South Mountain and thought of many things in the past.
Back then, she had followed her brothers to South Mountain to seek the Way.
The teacher treated every disciple equally and often preached the Way. The disciples admired him very much and were willing to follow him.
Now, things were the same, but people were different. South Mountain only existed in name.
At this time, a powerful aura came from South Mountain and fell on Ye Futian and the others. Ye Futian looked up and saw a middle-aged figure walking down from South Mountain. His eyes were cold as he glanced at Ye Futian and the others.
"Who are you?" the cultivator who walked down from South Mountain asked.
"Who are you?" Ying Qing asked back. This was the place where her master cultivated.
The man glanced at Ying Qing but did not respond. His eyes were still fixed on Ye Futian. He could naturally see that Ye Futian was the core member. Moreover, Ye Futian's temperament was extraordinary and could threaten him.
"An old friend of South Mountain," Ye Futian said. Ye Futian asked, "This is Senior Nanshan's place of cultivation. Why are you here?"
"He died a long time ago. Many years ago, this place was without a master. What is your relationship with him?" the man continued to ask.
"Why did he die?" Ye Futian asked.
"I am the one asking you." The man's voice became colder and more aggressive.
Ye Futian glanced at him, then turned around and was about to leave.
Although he had promised Ying Qing, he could not directly go to Dongyuan Pavilion and kill the Pavilion Master. First of all, he had to know if what Ying Qing said was true. Second, he could not kill the Pavilion Master like he did to Senluo Manor. Senluo Manor cultivated evil methods, so it was fine if he killed them. However, killing the Pavilion Master for no reason would have a negative impact and might even cause hidden troubles.
After all, the Pavilion Master of Dongyuan Pavilion was supposed to guard the pavilion and teach the Great Emperor.
"Sir, please wait." Seeing that Ye Futian was about to leave, the cultivator on South Mountain said. As soon as he finished speaking, a pressure of the Great Path pressed down on Ye Futian.
Ye Futian released a formless aura from his body and continued to walk away, ignoring the other's pressure.
Bang!
A dull sound was heard in this space. Many cultivators at the foot of South Mountain suddenly stopped in their tracks. They felt their bodies become extremely heavy, and the aura that Ye Futian was withstanding was even more terrifying. An illusory Xuanwu beast seemed to have appeared in the void, directly pressing down from the sky. It suppressed the sky and Ye Futian's body at the same time.
A powerful Sword Will suddenly emanated from Ye Futian's body. He continued to stride forward, and the Xuanwu that was pressing down on him seemed to have been pierced in an instant. It was riddled with holes. The cultivator on the south mountain grunted and took a step back. The pressure of the Great Path dissipated as well.
"If you attack again, don't blame me for being impolite." A voice rang through the void. The surrounding people trembled. How domineering.
The cultivator on South Mountain was actually a disciple of Dongyuan Pavilion. After South Mountain was destroyed, Dongyuan Pavilion took control of South Mountain. Now, people came here to cultivate from time to time.
Seeing that Ye Futian addressed the old Taoist of South Mountain as a senior and called himself an old friend, the cultivator wanted to capture Ye Futian to verify the relationship between him and the old man.
However, he couldn't do anything to the other.
The aura of a third-tier Divine Wheel.
His cultivation was not weaker than his opponent's.
Soon, Ye Futian and the others disappeared, and the people around them began to whisper among themselves.
"This person seems to be very strong. Is he a former disciple of the old Taoist of South Mountain?" someone asked.
"I'm not sure, but they should know each other. Now that cultivators from all over Dongyuan City are here, it seems that another big event is about to happen."
"I heard that Senluo Manor on the continent was destroyed by someone. All the Renhuangs were killed. The person cultivated there after destroying Senluo Manor." Another person said, "There is news from Dongyuan City that the person has already left Senluo Manor and is coming here. I don't know if he is coming for Dongyuan Pavilion. If this person can destroy Senluo Manor, he may also be a threat to Dongyuan Pavilion!"
Many voices floated into Ye Futian's ears. He planned to go to Dongyuan Pavilion!
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