Above the Heavenly Vault, Ma Yuan, with wide eyes as big as copper bells, finally snapped out of those philosophical musings and recognized his true situation—
He was sent flying with a punch, and now he's still floating in the sky!
How is this possible?!
A Jie Sect Heavenly Immortal like himself, how could he be sent flying by an unknown Profound Immortal?
Was he not careful enough?
This fellow is obviously not just a Profound Immortal!
But no matter what kind of immortal he is, daring to offend him so brazenly, he absolutely cannot let it slide!
Thinking thus, Ma Yuan roared in anger, used his divine skills to stop his backward flight, and the giant hand behind his head stretched forward again, growing in the wind to the size of a small mountain, clenched into a fist, and hammered down towards Yu Yuan below.
Yu Yuan merely waved his hand casually, his wide sleeves sweeping like a swath of cloud and mist.
A fierce wind suddenly arose.
Ma Yuan felt as though a great mountain was striking head-on, and once again, he was sent flying horizontally.
It took a long while before he could stop himself again, standing over the sea surface, feeling almost as if all his bones were scattered.
Looking at that Profound Immortal who approached leisurely as if strolling through the air, Ma Yuan couldn't help but feel fear, his face constantly changing.
This time he realized, the opponent's Dao Xing surpassed his own!
It's just that for some reason, the opponent did not kill him but merely sent him flying.
Otherwise, he might have already perished here.
Yes, he is a saint's disciple, the opponent did not dare to kill him!
In an instant, Ma Yuan grasped the crux of the matter, and the fear in his heart significantly lessened.
Suppressing the turbulent Qi-Blood within him, Ma Yuan was fuming with anger in his heart.
This unknown Profound Immortal, posing under his name, had taken over his Immortal Temple, stolen his offerings, almost ruined a batch of his Great Pills, and now, in front of the citizens of Fuyu Country, he had given him, the real "One Qi Immortal," a severe beating.
Such a massive disgrace, how could he endure it?
Even though the opponent's Dao Xing was clearly more than just a Profound Immortal, as a disciple of a great sect, how could he be afraid?
Immediately, he no longer hesitated, first secretly crushing a Jade Bead used for messaging, then suddenly opened his mouth to shout: "Quick!"
The string of White Bone Necklace hanging around his neck immediately flickered with bright precious light and soared into the air, scattering into numerous skulls each a hundred zhang in size, encircling Yu Yuan completely.
"Taste the fierceness of my Netherworld Ghost Fire!"
With an angry shout from Ma Yuan, without seeing him move, those numerous skulls each spouted a ball of oily green flames.
This fire is no ordinary flame; it requires drawing on the energy of Nine Netherworlds' Dark Bamboo to be stimulated.
It can incinerate Divine Souls and tarnish Primordial Spirits; it is extremely malicious.
At this moment, seeing that Profound Immortal enveloped completely by his Netherworld Ghost Fire, a smug smile appeared on Ma Yuan's face.
Relying on this Netherworld Ghost Fire, he has roamed unchecked across the East Sea, rarely meeting any rivals over the years.
Even Golden Immortals encountering him would steer clear by a wide margin, unwilling to be tainted by this Netherworld Ghost Fire.
This mysterious Profound Immortal, although formidable, his Netherworld Ghost Fire should be enough to give him a taste of pain!
Little did he know, at this moment, under the roasting of the Netherworld Ghost Fire, Yu Yuan was like an unaffected person.
No, there was still some reaction.
In front of him, a transparent screen was rapidly flashing.
[Netherworld Ghost Fire Burning: Soul Power +372, Spirit +99, Will +68, Primordial Spirit Strength +572…]
[Netherworld Ghost Fire Burning: Soul Power +423, Spirit +103, Will +72, Primordial Spirit Strength +662…]
Watching the quickly jumping numbers, Yu Yuan actually felt a slight unexpected joy.
Although this growth wasn't much for him, the cultivation of Primordial Spirit was indeed his weakest aspect.
After all, Mana could be increased using deadly poisons, physical strength could be enhanced by tempering his body… all these were easily achievable.
But cultivating the Primordial Spirit was relatively difficult.
He only had two items capable of harming the Primordial Spirit, and their power wasn't particularly impressive, certainly not compared to those skulls capable of spewing Netherworld Ghost Fire.
Without any hesitation, he directly threw out a Treasure Hall.
The Treasure Hall swelled as the wind greeted it, transforming into a magnificent palace adorned with myriad colors in midair, its base shining brightly as it descended forcefully, pressing down all the numerous skulls beneath it. For a better reading experience, visit *).
Ma Yuan cried out in alarm, hastily chanting a spell.
Immediately, a chaotic noise emanated from beneath the Treasure Hall, as if something was struggling fiercely.
However, the Treasure Hall stood steady as a mountain, unwavering throughout.
Gradually, the noise from below the Treasure Hall became fainter and the intervals longer, as if those skulls had resigned to their fate.
Ma Yuan stared with eyes as big as copper bells, his expression grim and his features somewhat distorted.
"What kind of person are you! Where has this humble Daoist offended you that you have to target me ?!"
Yu Yuan thought carefully and answered: "Perhaps, possibly, maybe... it's just that I wanted to kick a perfect strike directly hitting the target."
Ma Yuan was utterly baffled by this response.
The next moment, he sensed a blur of a figure before him, and the false Profound Immortal disguised as him had already closed in near him.
Before he could react, the other party had already launched a flying kick through the air.
In that instant, Ma Yuan felt a formidable force strike him, immediately causing him to involuntarily transform into a streak of light and fly away.
Gang Winds blew strong above the Nine Heavens.
The Heavenly Emperor sat majestically in his treasure carriage, looking down upon the common folk.
Li Changgeng, recently promoted courtier, was waiting by the side of the treasure carriage, and the monarch and servant occasionally chatted idly.
They did not speak of the vast strategies of the Primordial era, but only the sights along the journey.
It made the journey far from mundane.
Since leaving Daluo Mountain, they had been traveling for over half a month, with the Eastern Continent finally coming into distant view.
Watching the rising sun, adding a golden edge to the spiritually enchanting coastline of the Eastern Continent ahead, the Heavenly Emperor couldn't help but sigh deeply.
The Primordial era is so vast!
Even the Heavenly Emperor's chariot, pulled by nine True Dragons, takes so long to travel from Southern Continent to Eastern Continent.
In fact, with his level of Dao, he could completely traverse space and rapidly bring everyone to Kunlun Mountain.
But this journey was his first visitation to the Three Sects' Saints since assuming the role of Heavenly Emperor, and he had a special agenda to fulfill; naturally, it was essential to make as big an impact as possible and let all under heaven know of it!
This way, not only would it show his reverence for the Saints, but if the Saints refused to send disciples to join the Heavenly Court, it would also become widely known!
Consequently, the reputation of the Heavenly Court would unavoidably plummet, leaving no Immortal Gods wishing to join.
Then it would be quite reasonable for him to go weeping to Zixiao Palace, and things would naturally fall into place!
This was not some concealed strategy but an overt plot.
He was fully aware that those disciples of the Saints did not want to abandon their immortal pursuits to serve as gods in the Heavenly Court, hence he set up this overt plot!
At present, they had already succeeded by thirty percent; as long as the journey to Kunlun went smoothly, this strategy was almost guaranteed.
After all, everyone knew that the Sect Hierarch of Jie Sect was of a sentimental nature; asking him to disregard the prospects of his disciples and send them to serve in the Heavenly Court was a task of extreme difficulty.
If he could just cause a little friction with those stubborn disciples of Jie Sect, perhaps he wouldn't even be able to step into the Jie Sect at all!
Thinking so, the Heavenly Emperor's face inadvertently revealed a relaxed smile.
He had simulated this scenario in his mind countless times, and the success rate of this overt plot was above ninety percent!
And curiously, the biggest variable also lay precisely in the Sect Hierarch of the Jie Sect.
Because both the Ren and Chan Sects had only a few disciples, and it was impossible for the two Hierarchs to allow them to give up their pursuits of immortality to serve as gods in the Heavenly Court.
Even if they were fully aware of the Heavenly Emperor's scheming, they would not change their minds.
Being Saints, they simply would not care.
Instead, it was the Sect Hierarch of the Jie Sect to watch. Firstly, he had numerous disciples, and secondly…
Being a sentimental person, his actions seemed transparent but were in reality the most unpredictable.
But there was no need to rush now; better to plan carefully after the journey to Kunlun.
The smooth journey from Daluo Mountain buoyed the newly appointed Heavenly Emperor's spirits, feeling as if he could play a game of strategy against the high and mighty Saints with all the beings of heaven and earth as his chessboard.
A piercing cry sounded from afar, followed by a green-faced, fanged figure crossing tens of thousands of miles of airspace, charging head-first toward the Heavenly Emperor's treasure carriage.