Venerable Supreme of Myriad Dragons

"This... this... this, I don’t know either!"

Yi Xingtian froze on the spot, equally dumbfounded. "This is impossible! The Celestial Profound Sacred Land can’t be this useless! Even if Fang City and the others couldn’t handle him, there’s no way Profound Celestial Secret wasn’t his match."

But he looked up at the Huangliang Tomb, where the points of light representing the Celestial Profound Disciples had vanished completely. The truth was laid bare before him.

Just then, a beam of light shot down from the Huangliang Tomb, and the figures of Profound Celestial Secret and Nan Xuan appeared one after the other.

Seeing this, Yi Xingtian breathed a sigh of relief. ’Thank goodness, Profound Celestial Secret is still alive.’ If all the disciples from their Celestial Profound Sacred Land had fallen inside this time, he would undoubtedly face severe punishment from the Saint Master upon his return.

Yi Xingtian hurried forward. "Celestial Secret, what happened? How did Fang City and the others all die?"

Profound Celestial Secret stepped forward and bowed apologetically. "I’m sorry, Steward. That man is simply too strong. Even I was no match for him!"

"Impossible!"

Patriarch Xu of the Xu Family suddenly stepped out and boomed, "I’ve fought the man with Dugu Sheng. He’s only at the Grotto Heaven Realm. How could a group of Spirit Transformation masters like you not be his match?"

Profound Celestial Secret said with a helpless expression, "But he just... is that strong."

Yi Xingtian looked puzzled. "An Earth Profound Realm master?"

Hearing this, Profound Celestial Secret and Nan Xuan glanced at each other, then Profound Celestial Secret said slowly, somewhat awkwardly, "No, he’s a Spirit Transformation Realm master."

At this, Yi Xingtian’s expression froze. "A Spirit Transformation Realm master? Even if he were at the Ninth Layer of the Spirit Transformation Realm, with your combined strength, it shouldn’t have been difficult to deal with him, right?"

Profound Celestial Secret, looking ashamed, said cautiously, "His methods are extremely formidable."

In truth, he wasn’t telling the whole story. Based on his experience fighting him, the man was probably only at the first layer of the Spirit Transformation Realm.

’If I told them that, it would only be more embarrassing for me.’

"Dammit!"

Yi Xingtian’s hands suddenly clenched into fists, making a CREAKING sound. His face turned incredibly grim. "Bastard! To kill so many of our Celestial Profound Disciples... He must not be allowed to live! He must not!"

Watching their flustered and exasperated expressions, Yi, who was listening to their conversation from a distance, quickly covered his mouth, afraid they would hear him burst out laughing.

Yi looked up at the Huangliang Tomb, his heart swelling with pride. ’So Shen is this powerful.’

Then, Yi’s expression suddenly turned tense as a thought struck him. ’Oh no! I have to help my sister get a firm hold on Shen. I absolutely can’t let him be tricked away by that Demoness!’

’But that Demoness doesn’t seem all that bad... Maybe I could let her have half of my brother-in-law?’

As he said this, Yi shook his head again. ’Sigh, no! No! No! How can I share my sister’s man with someone else?’

But after thinking it over, his shoulders slumped in dejection. ’But... but that Demoness is so strong! I’m afraid my sister won’t be able to compete with her!’

’What do I do? What do I do?’

Yi scratched his head, pacing back and forth as if he had encountered an insurmountable problem.

...

Meanwhile, inside the Huangliang Tomb.

Shen Daoxing felt a little regretful watching Profound Celestial Secret and Nan Xuan flee, each faster than the last. It took him a moment to react.

Then, he turned and his gaze immediately fell upon the simple, golden bronze bell that had trapped his Great Ming Demon Sparrow. To escape with his life, Profound Celestial Secret had abandoned even his own Magical Artifact.

Although Shen Daoxing didn’t know what kind of Magical Artifact it was, he knew that anything capable of trapping his Great Ming Demon Sparrow had to be extraordinary.

He walked forward and struck out with his palm. With its master gone, the bell’s golden light was dim, and Shen Daoxing knocked it over with a single blow.

With a flick of his finger, Shen Daoxing called the Great Ming Demon Sparrow back to his side.

As for the bronze bell, since it was Profound Celestial Secret’s Magical Artifact, Shen Daoxing would need to destroy the spiritual imprint on it and refine it again before he could use it himself.

With a wave of his hand, Shen Daoxing stored the bronze bell in his Sumeru Ring.

Only then did Shen Daoxing have time to properly survey his surroundings. He looked all around.

He found himself in a massive cave. The walls on both sides were smooth, bearing the marks of artificial excavation. It was clear the cave had been carved by someone.

Shen Daoxing looked deeper inside with curiosity. He saw a giant, inverted rock, the size of a small mountain. Despite having no visible support, it floated bizarrely in the air.

And upon this floating rock, a withered old man sat peacefully.

The old man’s eyes were shut tight, and his body was as thin as firewood. He was clearly devoid of any life.

Although the old man no longer breathed, his withered body was translucent and crystalline, exuding a sacred and inviolable aura. His long white hair cascaded down from the floating rock to the ground below, as if it had continued to grow wildly for years after his death.

’Could this be the remains of an Immortal? The Huangliang Immortal?’

Shen Daoxing immediately considered this possibility. This had to be the key to clearing the 7th Floor.

Shen Daoxing glanced around, but instead of lingering, his figure flickered and vanished, leaping out of the cave.

When Shen Daoxing returned to his original location, the red-clothed young woman, Dugu Sheng, was still meditating and healing under a large tree.

He chose not to disturb her. Instead, he walked over to the bodies of the Celestial Profound Sacred Land disciples, crouched down, and began to search them.

The Celestial Profound Sacred Land truly lived up to its name as the number one power in the East Continent. Its disciples were all rolling in wealth. Shen Daoxing found nearly a thousand Spirit Stones on them.

There were also some Magical Artifacts, but with his Great Ming Demon Sparrow, Shen Daoxing naturally looked down on these ordinary items. It would take considerable effort to refine them, but he still collected them all in his Sumeru Ring.

After looting the people from the Celestial Profound Sacred Land, Shen Daoxing moved on to Xu Zheng. Although the Xu Family was a considerable power, it was still a step below the Celestial Profound Sacred Land. On Xu Zheng, Shen Daoxing only found a hundred Spirit Stones and a bottle of high-grade Rejuvenation Pills.

Shen Daoxing didn’t stand on ceremony. With a wave of his hand, he swept everything into his Sumeru Ring.

Only then did Shen Daoxing slowly approach the red-clothed young woman. She was still meditating to heal her injuries, which had been quite severe.

Without disturbing her, he silently sat down nearby and began to meditate as well, taking the opportunity to recover the energy he had expended in the recent fight.

Time passed. The clouds in the sky shifted and swirled. After an unknown amount of time, the red-clothed young woman suddenly opened her eyes. "My injuries are temporarily suppressed. We can go."

With that, the red-clothed young woman stood up.

Shen Daoxing nodded. His Spiritual Power had also fully recovered.

Immediately, Shen Daoxing and the red-clothed young woman’s figures flickered and vanished from the spot.

A short while later, the two of them arrived in front of the massive cave.

The large character for "Soul" was still visible in the sky above.

They walked inside and were stunned to see the old man.

The red-clothed young woman wasn’t surprised at all. "This is the Huangliang Immortal."

As she spoke, she flipped her hand over, and a scroll appeared. The scroll slowly unfurled, revealing the image of an old man with an ethereal, immortal-like bearing—the very same man who sat upon the floating rock.