Daoist Competition

The Wang Sisters, riding on clouds and mist, departed from the peak. Yet, before they reached Cangzhu Mountain, a mass of Gang Wind suddenly surged from the ground. It whirled upward like a tornado, swirling incessantly and piercing the sky. Not only was it impossible to approach, but it also made the two of them tremble, almost losing control of the Evil Qi within them, forcing them to retreat hurriedly.

However, the power of that wind was truly beyond imagination. Though the two retreated hand in hand, they still found it straining. At this moment, a gentle breeze came to securely protect them, and a voice by their ear said, "Two junior disciples, Senior Brother is currently stimulating the heaven and earth spiritual mechanism to refine the Dharma Body, do not approach."

The two sisters calmed themselves, stabilized their Qi Mechanism, and glanced sideways. Hearing it was Zhao Ge’s intervention, they saluted respectfully and said, "Greetings, Junior Master Zhao."

Zhao Ge quickly told them to dispense with the formalities.

Nearly a hundred years had passed, and now he had already become a Nascent Soul cultivator. Yet, standing before that Gang Wind, even he felt his skin pricked like needles, marveling in his heart.

At this moment, another stream of Smoky Evil flew over the peak. As it approached, it transformed into a young and heroic man with two Dharma Swords strapped to his back, cupping his fists in salute, "Uncle Zhao, greetings to the two senior sisters."

Wang Caiting exclaimed, "It’s Junior Brother Fu, no need for formalities."

Zhao Ge glanced at him once and praised, "Nephew Fu truly has extraordinary talent, and his mana has also advanced."

Fu Baoxing bowed slightly, showing no sign of pride, instead humbly saying, "Uncle’s praise is too generous."

Zhao Ge nodded, then turned to gaze at Cangzhu Peak for a moment with a touch of excitement in his expression, saying, "I’ve heard that when a Nascent Soul cultivator achieves the Dharma Body, only those of Great Dharma Power can stir such celestial phenomena. I did not expect to witness it today."

The Wang Sisters looked over to see an opening suddenly torn in the Extreme Sky. Countless colorful streams and Gang Sand seemed attracted by the wind tide, converging like a great waterfall, pouring rapidly upon the peak.

Meanwhile, the Spirit Dust from the ground surged and whirled upward in swathes like layers of sand forming a tower, as both were swallowed continuously by an invisible spiritual vortex. The surrounding radiant light flickered, illuminating not only the Divine House Mountain but also covering the near sea side of the Beimo Sea Realm within its glow.

This spectacular sight was witnessed by not just them but more than ten thousand disciples within the mountain, all exclaiming in amazement and shock.

At this moment, a rolling Yellow Smoke flew near the ground below the mountain and then ascended. Wang Caiwei’s bright eyes caught it, and she said, "Master Zhang has arrived."

Zhang Boyant had not resided on the peak these past years, wishing to harness the Heavenly Demon Miasma Poison for refining treasures, thus having been wandering outside the Han Yuan Sect. Upon hearing the stir within the sect, he came over. As for Tang Jin, Wu Suquan, and others, they were all attending affairs outside the immortal city and were not present here.

A moment later, he stood before the three, glanced around, and marveled, "When I was in the sect, I saw several accomplish the Nascent Soul Dharma Body, and a few stirred the heaven and earth spiritual mechanism, but none with the momentum like the Pavilion Master’s—unheard of even among elder masters."

Wang Caiting listened with delight and internally mused, "Hearing Master Zhang speak thus, our mentor’s achievement must indeed transcend the ordinary."

Yet unexpectedly, Zhang Boyant’s tone shifted, saying, "But the greater it is, the more perilous it also becomes. When a cultivator refines up to the Dharma Body stage, it is like creating another body, with all mana and essence bubbling fiercely. A single mistake could lead to the heaven and earth spiritual mechanism prevailing, reversing and devouring the True Fruit. At its lightest, it means death; at worst, the Divine Soul is irreparable. Most cultivators either fall at this step or hesitate, unable to advance."

The Wang Sisters’ jade-like features changed slightly upon hearing this. They did not know that consolidating the Dharma Body was so perilous. At once overjoyed, they now could not help but feel worried.

Zhao Ge chuckled lightly, deliberately appearing relaxed and said, "There’s no need for concern, junior disciples. Senior Brother has profound mana and is protected by Dharma Treasures, so he should be fine."

The two sisters felt somewhat reassured upon hearing this.

Despite Zhao Ge’s comforting words, he himself had no assurance. Cultivation is fraught with danger, each treacherous checkpoint fraught with half odds of fortune and misfortune; there is no guarantee of passing smoothly. While Dharma Treasures can secure victory in magical duels, in such circumstances, they are of no assistance. Success or failure depends entirely on the cultivator’s capability.

Inside the cave mansion, Zhang Yan’s process was reaching its final stage. Clear Qi above his head steamed, transforming into a splendid Gang Cloud, rising gracefully like the Hua Gai hanging over the peak, with streams of auspicious light radiating and gradually extending outward, merging into a single entity with the spiritual tide in heaven.

His expression gradually became solemn, knowing that he had reached a crucial unavoidable juncture.

The Nascent Soul Dharma Body is condensed from Essence Qi True Essence. Cultivators with profound mana might stir the heaven and earth spiritual mechanism, and his unparalleled mana naturally conjured an even grander spiritual mechanism.