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Two Foundation Establishment Masters: one, a veteran powerhouse whose ferocious might remained despite his dwindling lifespan; the other, a newly advanced late-stage cultivator, inscrutable and at the zenith of his power.

At this moment, neither side held back, unleashing the full might of their auras. The collision was terrifying to behold!

"BOOOOM—!!!"

This forcefully created Battle Space could not bear a clash of such magnitude and let out an agonized groan, as if overburdened.

Countless black cracks split open in the void. The rules of Heaven and Earth twisted and crumbled, as if two invisible, colossal hands capable of plucking stars and seizing the moon were viciously tearing this world to shreds.

Light flickered erratically, and the Primordial Qi descended into utter chaos.

It was a scene of a world collapsing, an apocalypse descending.

"Hmph!"

Elder Master Deng Yin stood at the center of the Blood Sea and let out a cold snort.

Following this cold snort, the boundless, viscous Blood Sea beneath his feet suddenly began to boil!

Towering waves of blood surged, carrying the venomous howls of a billion vengeful souls and a foul Evil Qi that corroded all things. They shot toward the heavens, their momentum threatening to devour Heaven and Earth!

An incomparably vicious and bloodthirsty aura, bent on slaughtering everything, spread out, dyeing half the sky a heart-pounding dark crimson.

[Blood Sea Boundaryless Realm]!

This was Elder Master Deng Yin’s Foundation Establishment Realm Heaven.

Once unfurled, the Blood Sea became his domain.

The endless, foul blood tainted Magical Power and corroded the Divine Soul. Furthermore, innumerable Blood God Children lurked within, devouring souls and reaping spirits with overwhelming ferocity!

Seeing the Elder Master unfurl his [Mirror Heaven] and get serious, Black Mountain Master also shed his last trace of disdain.

His expression was calm. With a sudden wave, he swept the crimson Command Flag in his hand behind him!

"VMMMM—!"

A heavy, desolate, and terrifying aura, as if carrying the weight of countless ages, erupted from behind him!

The earth violently trembled and bulged. Layer upon layer of endless mountain range phantoms burst from the ground, piercing the Celestial Vault!

These mountains were not lush and beautiful. They were a dark, blackish-brown, with jagged, grotesque rocks, like countless slumbering Ancient Demon Deities that had suddenly awakened. They stood majestic and imposing, emanating a vast power that could suppress all things and crush everything.

The phantoms of a hundred thousand great mountains linked together, forcibly propping up a demonic sky belonging to the mountains within this chaotic void—a Demon Realm’s Celestial Vault!

[Ten Thousand Mountains Demon Heaven Realm]!

This was Black Mountain Master’s Foundation Establishment Realm Heaven!

Using the power of endless mountains to forge a supreme, suppressive Demon Realm.

One mountain, one world; one peak, one Demon Deity.

Incomparably heavy, impenetrable to the Ten Thousand Laws!

On one side, a boundless Blood Sea that devoured all and tainted every living thing. On the other, a hundred thousand Demon Mountains that suppressed the universe, immeasurably heavy.

Two [Mirror Heavens], diametrically opposed in nature yet both representing the peak of power in the Foundation Establishment Realm, were on the verge of a vicious collision, like two vast worlds crashing into each other, carrying the might to destroy Heaven and Earth!

The impact would likely not just destroy this temporary space, but could also cause unpredictable tremors and destruction in the real world outside.

And just at this critical moment—

Without any warning, crystalline, translucent snowflakes, radiating an ultimate chill, suddenly intruded upon this collapsing world.

These snowflakes did not fall from the sky but appeared out of thin air.

They floated down lightly, ignoring the roaring Blood Sea, the majestic Demon Mountains, and even the turbulent torrent of terrifying power that could shred through countless layers of Cosmic Jade.

Each snowflake contained an ineffable Daoist Intent of "Stillness" and "Cessation."

Their trajectories were profound and natural. They seemed to fall slowly, yet in an instant, they filled the space between the two colliding "Mirror Heavens."

The next moment.

The colossal waves of the Blood Sea, carrying the momentum to swallow the heavens, seemed to hit an invisible, intangible, yet indestructible wall of sighs when they touched the barrier of snowflakes.

Their monstrous, ferocious might came to a sudden halt, unable to advance another inch!

The edge of the Demon Heaven Realm, containing the suppressive force of ten thousand mountains, also seemed to sink into a bottomless mire as the snowflakes descended. Its advance slowed to a crawl, its heavy power being dissolved and frozen layer by layer by the ultimate chill and the Daoist Intent of silence.

The two Foundation Establishment Mirror Heavens, powerful enough to shatter mountains and rivers, were brought to a dead stop in an instant by these seemingly fragile, cold snowflakes. It was done with an effortless grace, a manner that was almost a natural expression of the Daoist Skill itself!

The devastating collision was forcibly halted!

A will far more vast, profound, and cold than that of either the Elder Master or Black Mountain Master quietly enveloped this world, accompanied by the sky-filling snow.

"Junior Brothers, must you truly resort to fighting?"

As the indifferent voice faded, an old man with a stooped figure, a long, graying beard, and a wizened face, leaning on a verdant Bamboo Staff, appeared silently between the two frozen "Mirror Heavens," as if stepping out of a painting.

"Senior Brother!"

Upon seeing him, both Elder Master Deng Yin, whose Evil Qi soared to the heavens, and Black Mountain Master, whose aura was heavy and condensed, turned solemn. They retracted some of their projected might and cupped their fists in salute.

The newcomer was none other than the current leader of the Wuji Holy Sect, the head of the Inner Mansion Masters—Nan Dou Master!

"Junior Brothers," Nan Dou Master’s murky gaze swept over the two. His voice was flat and emotionless, yet it carried an undeniable weight. "What conflict could you possibly have that can’t be resolved by sitting down and talking?"

"Senior Brother!" Seeing Nan Dou Master’s arrival, Elder Master Deng Yin immediately spoke up, pointing at Black Mountain Master.

"It is not I, your junior brother, who wishes to cause trouble. It is Black Mountain! He disregarded the Sect’s rules and used despicable means to plot against a junior of the Inner Mansion under my tutelage, intending to ruin his cultivation path.

Such a venomous act violates our Sect’s regulations and cannot go unpunished."

He directly accused Black Mountain Master of violating the Sect’s rules by acting against a junior.

"Nonsense!" Faced with Deng Yin’s accusation, Black Mountain Master’s expression remained indifferent, as if stating a fact that had nothing to do with him.

"What proof do you have?"

Elder Master Deng Yin sneered, his gaze like lightning as it shot toward the Magic Altar, which had already been mostly corroded by the Blood Sea.

"Proof? Whose birth chart is currently sitting on your Magic Altar?"

Black Mountain Master didn’t even raise an eyelid. His tone was appallingly calm.

"Just because I have someone’s birth chart on my Magic Altar, it means I’m acting against a junior?

Senior Brother is right here. Go on, ask him. Which Sect rule states that a Master cannot place a disciple’s birth chart on his Magic Altar?

How do you know I wasn’t performing a ritual to bless him, empower him, and aid his cultivation?"

This twisted logic and blatant reversal of black and white made even the Elder Master let out a cold laugh.

"Such a sharp tongue, twisting the truth.

No wonder rumors in the Sect say that you, Black Mountain Master, were abandoned on a barren mountain as a child due to your mediocre aptitude. They say you relied on that clever mouth of yours and groveling like a dog to beg for a chance to live.

Seeing you today, it seems the rumors weren’t false after all!"

These words were exceptionally venomous, hitting right where it hurt.

He had mercilessly exposed the past that Black Mountain Master least wanted mentioned, a past he considered his greatest humiliation!

As expected, once these words were spoken, Black Mountain Master’s perpetually indifferent face instantly seemed to be coated in a layer of frost, growing even colder and more rigid.

He slowly raised his eyes, which were usually as placid as an ancient well, and stared daggers at Deng Yin. His voice was bone-chilling as he spoke, word by deliberate word:

"Deng Yin, are you trying to die early?"

Killing intent—unconcealed, biting killing intent—spread out like tangible ice picks.

"Hehehe..." Upon hearing this, Elder Master Deng Yin, far from being afraid, let out a somewhat hearty laugh.

"That’s right! This old man has lived long enough. My lifespan is nearly at its end, I have nothing to fear!

However..."

His tone shifted. He straightened his withered frame slightly, and the Blood Sea around him once again let out a low roar as a ferocious aura shot to the sky.

"You want to kill me? With just your strength, Black Mountain, I’m afraid you’re not capable of it yet!"

"Try me." Black Mountain Master’s aura was like a volcano on the verge of erupting. Behind him, the phantoms of a hundred thousand Demon Mountains let out a dull roar.

"Then let’s try!" Elder Master Deng Yin’s hair and beard stood on end, and the Blood Sea beneath his feet boiled over completely!

"RUMBLE—!!!"

A heaven-and-earth-shaking boom erupted!

The two Foundation Establishment Realm Heavens, which had been forcibly frozen by Nan Dou Master’s Supreme Daoist Intent and the sky-filling snow, began to riot violently once more under Nan Dou Master’s slightly furrowed brow.

Phantoms of blood waves and mountains frantically assaulted the snowflake barrier, and the terrifying might began to rage once more!

Just as Deng Yin and Black Mountain’s killing intent boiled over and the two rampaging "Mirror Heavens" were about to collide again.

A glint of cold, sharp light finally appeared in the eyes of the perpetually indifferent Nan Dou Master.

He said no more. He lightly tapped the verdant Bamboo Staff in his hand against the void beneath his feet.

"DONG!"

A light sound, as if tapping on primordial silence, yet it reverberated through the entire space in an instant like the first clap of thunder that split the heavens from the earth!

"If you insist on being obstinate, then... come at me together!"

Nan Dou Master’s indifferent voice now carried an undeniable finality and majesty.

BOOM—!!!

As his voice fell, the crystalline snowflakes that filled the sky, which had originally only contained the Daoist Intent of "Stillness" and "Cessation," suddenly mutated.

The ultimate chill instantly transformed into a tyrannical, unrivaled killing intent that could freeze the Divine Soul itself.

Countless snowflakes began to spin and converge madly, their color rapidly shifting from pure white to a deep black that devoured all light!

[Nan Dou Sect’s Killing Realm]!

This was Nan Dou Master’s true Foundation Establishment Realm Heaven!

It was not a simple world of ice and snow, but a domain of absolute slaughter that contained a supreme true intent of annihilation, using ice and snow as its medium to manifest endless carnage!

Wherever the black snowflakes fell, even space itself was cut with fine cracks.

The roar of the Blood Sea was frozen, and the rumble of the Demon Mountains was suppressed.

All that remained was a terrifying Realm of universal endings, of the Great Dao’s slaughter!

In an instant, three Foundation Establishment Realm Heavens, all vastly different in nature but equally powerful, violently collided and entangled within this space!

On one side, the defiling consumption and monstrous ferocity of the [Blood Sea Boundaryless Realm];

On another, the heavy suppression and vast demonic might of the [Ten Thousand Mountains Demon Heaven Realm];

And in the very center, the cold, grim slaughter and judgment of all things from the [Nan Dou Sect’s Killing Realm]!

Three terrifying auras, each world-shaking and powerful enough to split mountains, part seas, shatter the sun, and destroy the moon, crushed, corroded, and collided with one another. The entire space, which had been forcibly stabilized, once again groaned as if on the verge of collapse.

Light descended into utter chaos, as if in the next moment everything would return to primordial nothingness, annihilating all in its wake!

A massive three-way battle between Foundation Establishment Masters was about to erupt completely, with no room left for de-escalation.

Just as this terrifying pressure was about to reach its peak.

...at the critical moment when even Nan Dou Master’s hair and beard were standing on end as he pushed his Mirror Heaven to its limits...

...under the three Masters’ incredulous gazes, a pair of worn, utterly ordinary bamboo chopsticks, looking as if they had just been taken from a farmer’s dinner table, emerged naturally from the void.

They ignored the roaring Blood Sea, the majestic Demon Mountains, and the grim domain of black snow.

They paid even less heed to the destructive force field woven from the pressure of the three "Mirror Heavens."

Like an elder disciplining unruly children, the chopsticks rapped against the foreheads of Nan Dou Master, Deng Yin Master, and Black Mountain Master, respectively.

"PAK!"

"PAK!"

"PAK!"

Three light sounds, clearly audible.

The next second, a voice so placid it was almost devoid of emotion, yet which seemed to originate from the very source of Heaven and Earth, rang out clearly:

"If the three of you want to fight so badly, then come fight me."

The voice was not loud, perhaps even a little gentle.

But to the ears of the three Foundation Establishment Masters, it was like a thunderclap from the highest heavens exploding in their minds!

Nan Dou Master’s Bamboo Staff trembled slightly in his hand. The grim, black snow domain around him instantly melted away, vanishing without a trace.

The churning Blood Sea at Elder Master Deng Yin’s feet was smoothed over as if by a great, invisible hand, becoming instantly calm and still, retracting all its ferocity.

The phantoms of the hundred thousand Demon Mountains behind Black Mountain Master flickered violently before rapidly fading away like bubbles.

Hearing this voice, the three figures shuddered and hastily bowed in salute.

"This disciple would not dare. We have disturbed the True Monarch.

We beg the True Monarch for forgiveness!"

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