I Have A Dual World Seal

Of course, it’s Du Yueyao.

"Su Nu’s Prayer Method" is the fundamental skill of the Primordial Saint Sect, the foundation of all its spells.

The Heaven Covering Great Hand just now—if it were merely the product of magical power, Du Yueyao might not have been able to deal with it, but that sacrificial priest craftily integrated three destructive spells: God Destruction, Qi Transformation, and Bloodthirst into the palm.

Wasn’t that just delivering it right to her door?

Du Yueyao dissolved those three spell seals using the fundamental skill, naturally unraveling the core of the Heaven Covering Great Hand.

"Gu Qianli, are you deaf? Didn’t you hear what I just said?"

Fan Boyu saw Du Yueyao showcase such power and couldn’t help but feel elated, boasting, "This is Saintess Yue Yao, who has received the most recent and comprehensive direct lineage of ’Su Nu’s Prayer Method’ from the Upper Realm Su Girl.

You’ve seen the effect: effortlessly neutralizing your Soul-Seizing Hand Seal with minimal magical power—something even Saintess Qingxin cannot achieve!

Hurry and come to worship; henceforth, Saintess Yue Yao will be the foremost saintess of our Primordial Saint Sect!

If you don’t wake up and join us now, don’t blame Saintess Yue Yao for casting you into the dark prison once she reigns over the Holy Sect!"

Gu Qianli was dumbstruck, with a mouthful of "nonsense" unable to escape his lips.

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!"

Accompanied by successive faint sounds, eight figures soared into the air, arriving beside Gu Qianli.

"Fan Boyu, I didn’t expect you to collude with the Central Plains Daoist Sect—you’re courting death!"

"Even if the ancestor of White Cloud Temple appears personally, don’t think you can leave the Primordial Saint Sect today!"

"If you’re smart, quickly surrender and join the sect; the saintess is merciful and might spare your life!"

Lu Zheng glanced back at Fan Boyu, "You want me to show mercy to people like this? Do you think their intimidating stance means they will surrender easily?"

Fan Boyu was embarrassed, more so because he had to point at two among them and say, "These two fellows are sacrificial priests of the Original Sect."

Lu Zheng, "..."

"The Original Sect and the New Sect are ultimately still part of the Primordial Saint Sect..." Fan Boyu said sheepishly.

Though the upper echelons were in complete conflict due to a path dispute, the lower congregants had not reached a life-and-death struggle stage.

Otherwise, the Primordial Saint Sect wouldn’t have remained stable for hundreds of years.

When one side achieves total victory, it’s quite normal for the middle and lower congregants to change their allegiance, or even expected.

Huashan’s Sword Qi factions’ annihilation from top to bottom was merely in novels.

In reality, assimilating most of the middle and lower-tier personnel is the typical outcome.

"Alright, I understand."

Lu Zheng nodded and then couldn’t help but chuckle as he looked at the nine people across.

The formidable power of the Primordial Saint Sect rests with the saintess.

These sacrificial priests, although possessing over 500 years of Dao practice, none exceeds a thousand.

To know, even Fan Boyu, one of the top sacrificial priests within the Primordial Saint Sect, has only about 700 years of Dao practice.

Admittedly, Lu Zheng was quite inflated...

A moment later, the White Cloud Banner appeared in mid-air behind Lu Zheng, and innate cloud qi surged forth, ready to engulf the nine sacrificial priests opposite.

"Bold! Cloud disperse!"

An emerald light arrived instantly, suddenly exploding within the white cloud.

The next moment, the dense innate cloud qi showed signs of dispersing.

"Oh?" Lu Zheng raised his brow slightly, encountering this situation for the first time.

The opponent wasn’t wearing down with spells, but a type of spell seal shattered his constructed cloud qi cycle, akin to the effect of weight moving effortlessly.

"Saintess Yue Zhen!"

Lu Zheng focused his gaze, spotting a stunning woman in an elegant moon-white long skirt flying out from the mountain gate of the Primordial Saint Sect, gracefully dispersing the already thin innate cloud qi with a sweep of her long sleeves.

The newcomer’s expression was indifferent, yet her gaze toward Du Yueyao held a deeply hidden fervor and greed.

Then, she looked at Lu Zheng, slightly narrowing her eyes, and said coolly and aloofly, "When did White Cloud Temple plan to meddle in our Southern Border sect affairs? Didn’t your senior tell you to avoid coming to Southern Border unnecessarily?"

"No." Lu Zheng shook his head, chuckling again and waving his hand once more.

This time, it wasn’t innate cloud qi being gathered, but innate cloud qi’s homophone, with a vast difference in reality.

Innate cloud qi condensed into an endless cloud sea, descending upon Saintess Yue Zhen’s head.

Apparently, Saintess Yue Zhen hadn’t seen innate cloud qi before, merely sensing the cloud qi was somehow different from before.

As she waved her hand, the emerald light flashed again.

However, her cultivation level was inferior to Lu Zheng’s, and as her spell failed, a momentary oversight led her to be enveloped by the innate cloud qi directly.

"What?"

Saintess Yue Zhen was taken aback, flipping her palm upwards to unleash a shower of silver star sand, trying to break through the cloud qi ahead.

This time, the cloud qi was entirely different, with a profound and mystical essence, ignoring the effects of her Celestial Sea Star Sand.

"What kind of cloud qi is this?"

"White Cloud Temple’s direct lineage, innate cloud qi, heard of it?"

Unfortunately, Saintess Yue Zhen couldn’t understand.

Yet someone did.

"It turns out it’s innate cloud qi; what are you from White Cloud Temple?"

Saintess Qingxin appeared directly, noticing Saintess Yue Zhen and nine sacrificial priests were trapped within the innate cloud qi, so she immediately engaged and struck toward Lu Zheng.

Saintess Ming Ling also flew out, having faith in Saintess Qingxin, waved her hand and released a large net, which expanded with the wind, covering a hundred spans, directly encompassing Du Yueyao, Fan Boyu, and those around them.

Si Lingxi remained motionless; at this moment, Shen Ying stepped out.

With a flick of her sleeve, a jade-colored porcelain bottle slid out gently, its cork opened to release a surge of pink mist.

Endlessly pervasive Peach Blossom Evil filled the void, mixing with Primordial Profound Light, blocking that net in mid-air.

Du Yueyao’s eyes flashed, her delicate fingers swiftly changing, manipulating seal techniques, with one spell seal after another piercing the sky toward the overhead net.

Du Yueyao’s move changed Saintess Ming Ling’s expression, manipulating the net while simultaneously casting spells, blocking the spell seals Du Yueyao launched midway.

On the other side, Saintess Qingxin murmured twice, then flipped her hand, sending a spell seal across the void, flashing several times, almost appearing on Lu Zheng’s chest...

A thread of innate cloud qi instantly condensed, eroding and dissipating that spell seal into nothingness.

"Such powerful cloud qi!"

Saintess Qingxin’s pupils contracted, her hand seal constantly transforming, lightly pointing at Lu Zheng.

This time, it had an effect; Lu Zheng felt his vital energy reverse internally, nearly causing a stifling sensation.

Still, the pressure from true qi within pushed back against this reversal of vital energy, simultaneously dismantling the bizarre spell seals appearing inside his body.

However, just then, a gentle chime suddenly rang within his mind.