Gu Changyuan shook his head helplessly, a gentle smile appearing on his face.
Indeed, he is still the same as back then. He hasn't changed a bit.
Alright, let's head inside and chat. We just happened to be passing by, so we decided to come see you two.
Later, we still have to continue our journey north to the Outer Realm to find your Eldest Senior Sister.
Mhm!
Qin Yu and Fang Yuwei nodded quickly. With lingering excitement on their faces, they led the three of them onto the top floor of the Wanbao Pavilion.
The five of them descended and, guided by Qin Yu and Fang Yuwei, directly entered a luxurious meditation room on the highest floor of the Wanbao Pavilion, which was specially prepared for the core members of the Holy Land.
Inside, the spiritual energy was dense and swirling, and the decor was elegant.
After taking their seats, Fang Yuwei personally poured spiritual tea for everyone.
Gu Changyuan took a sip and briefly recounted how he had been swept into the Ruins of Disorder by a spatial rift back then. He also mentioned his various arrangements upon returning to the Holy Land and the purpose of his current journey north to the Outer Realm.
They spent about an hour catching up.
Seeing that enough time had passed, Gu Changyuan shifted the topic and asked,
Tell me about the situation on your end.
How is the Wanbao Pavilion faring nowadays? What exactly is the extent of your conflict with the Xuanming Sect? How many Tribulation Realm combatants do they possess? Are there any other factions backing them up?
Qin Yu's expression turned serious as he immediately reported,
Reporting to Master, the recent conflict between the Wanbao Pavilion and the Xuanming Sect has been quite severe.
They have set their sights on a newly discovered medium-sized Cold Jade Marrow ore vein belonging to the Wanbao Pavilion. They have repeatedly sent people to harass our mining operations, even injuring members of our pavilion.
On the surface, the opposing side has eight Tribulation Realm cultivators holding down the fort. Among them, their patriarch is at the Perfected Tribulation Realm, while the other eleven range from the late to early stages of the Tribulation Realm.
According to our investigations, they seem to have ties through marriage with a certain influential elder of the Ice Mist Valley further north. Having received some covert support, they have been acting incredibly arrogantly.
Ice Mist Valley?
Gu Changyuan repeated the name of the faction backing them.
The Ice Mist Valley is a veteran first-tier faction in the Northern Continent, overseen by a patriarch at the Half-Immortal level. However, we do not yet know the exact nature of the relationship between the Xuanming Sect and the Ice Mist Valley.
We only received news that the direct descendant of an Ice Mist Valley elder is engaged to the son of the Xuanming Sect's master.
Fang Yuwei explained upon hearing her master's inquiry.
We originally planned to finish the matters at hand and then bring our pavilion members to the Xuanming Sect to demand an explanation. We didn't expect that you would arrive right at this moment, Master.
Since both of them were at the Half-Immortal cultivation level, dealing with a mere Xuanming Sect would be a breeze.
How far is their sect from here? Gu Changyuan asked.
It is about two thousand miles from here, located on the main peak of the Xuanming Mountain Range.
Fang Yuwei added.
Gu Changyuan stood up, his tone flat.
Let's go. Take your master to have a look. Since I am passing by, I will conveniently help you clean up this trouble so that you can go about your business here with peace of mind in the future.
After saying that, he took Bai Ling'er, Gu Xing'er, as well as Qin Yu and Fang Yuwei, directly took to the skies, and flew towards the Xuanming Sect.
...
The Xuanming Sect, located on the main peak of the Xuanming Mountain Range.
The grand mountain-protecting array was active year-round. Surrounded by swirling clouds and mist, it emitted a chilling, gloomy aura.
Within the sect, palaces and halls stretched on endlessly, and disciples bustled about, presenting the grand atmosphere of a major sect.
Suddenly, the space above the main peak distorted slightly, and five figures appeared out of thin air.
What scoundrels dare to trespass upon my Xuanming Sect!
Almost the instant they appeared, several powerful divine senses locked onto them, followed by a harsh shout echoing from the halls below.
Immediately after, over a dozen figures shot up into the sky. The leader possessed a vast and boundless aura; it was none other than Patriarch Xuanming. The rest were the sect master and the elders of the sect.
Gu Changyuan looked down at the crowd below, who were treating them like a formidable enemy. His expression did not change in the slightest, and he could not even be bothered to reply with a single word.
He simply raised his right hand slowly and aimed it at the Xuanming Sect below, which spanned several mountain peaks and housed countless disciples. Then, casually and lightly, he pressed his hand down.
The movement was effortless, as if he were merely brushing a speck of dust off a table.
However, the moment his palm pressed down...
The colors of the world violently changed!
The sky within a radius of several hundred miles suddenly darkened.
A translucent phantom of a giant palm, formed entirely of the purest chaotic spiritual energy and terrifyingly dense spatial power, appeared out of thin air, covering the entire area of the Xuanming Sect.
Carrying a terrifying might capable of suppressing eternity and obliterating everything, it crashed down!
Even before the giant palm fully descended, the mountain-protecting array below cracked like a fragile eggshell. Covered in spiderweb-like fractures, it let out a groan of being unable to bear the burden before shattering with a resounding boom!
The violent winds from the palm strike caused all the buildings on the mountain peaks to groan and creak under the pressure. Disciples with weaker cultivation bases were directly crushed to the ground, violently coughing up blood!
No!
Patriarch Xuanming and the other seven Tribulation Realm experts stared with eyes wide enough to tear. They felt an irresistible, destructive aura that was enough to make their very souls tremble in fear.
They desperately unleashed all of their cultivation, summoned their strongest magical treasures, and executed their ultimate divine abilities in a futile attempt to block it.
But it was all in vain.
Their desperate resistance, along with the divine abilities they unleashed, failed to cause even a single ripple against that giant palm before being instantly annihilated.
Immediately after, the entire Xuanming Sect's gates, palaces, mountain peaks, formations, spiritual veins... and every living creature within the sect followed suit.
Whether it was the Tribulation Realm sect master and elders, the ordinary Qi Refining Realm disciples, or even the captive spiritual beasts, under this single palm strike, everything was reduced to fine powder.
There was no earth-shattering explosion, nor were there any agonizing wails.
There was only a dead, silent void and skies filled with dust that had yet to settle.
The Xuanming Sect, which had once dominated the region, along with its nearly ten thousand cultivators, was completely wiped from the face of the world by Gu Changyuan's casual downward press.
At this moment, Qin Yu and Fang Yuwei were incomparably shocked.
The two of them stood blankly in the air, as if petrified.
They knew their master was incredibly strong. To be able to fight his way back from the Ruins of Disorder, his strength had to be unfathomable.
But... to be strong to this extent, wasn't it a little too terrifying?
That was a first-tier sect with eight Tribulation Realm experts, a complete mountain-protecting array, and thousands of disciples.
He didn't even need a weapon. He just casually waved his hand and instantly killed them all?
Even Eldest Senior Sister's sword strikes wouldn't be this effortless, right?
Gu Changyuan retracted his hand, his aura not showing the slightest fluctuation.
He glanced at the massive palm print below to confirm there were no survivors who had slipped through the net. With a wave of his right hand, countless specks of light flew toward Gu Changyuan, all entering the spatial ring on his hand.
This contained all the resources of the entire Xuanming Sect.
Although Gu Changyuan had directly flattened the entire Xuanming Sect with a single palm, he had naturally held back slightly in the process, ensuring that his attack would not cause any damage to their cultivation resources.
No matter how small a mosquito is, it's still meat. Not to mention, this was quite a substantial amount.
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