Published: March 3, 2025
CHAPTER 370: Divine Abilities and Escaping
Could this person have seen me and recognized my identity?
Liu Yu thought to himself, but despite his contemplation, he still could not identify who this white-clad cultivator was!
The red sun hung high, and the time gradually approached noon.
More and more cultivators came to the mountain peak to watch the battle, and a rough count revealed there were at least twenty or thirty people, occupying about one-eighth of the total number at the foot of the mountain.
Among the cultivators who traveled a thousand miles to watch the battle, there were indeed quite a few with extraordinary strength.
Of course, this was also related to Baiyun Temple's intentional "watering down" of the test qualifications.
According to Liu Yu's categorization, the cultivators undergoing the qualification test were still some distance away from the "elite cultivator" level.
As long as their strength exceeded that of ordinary cultivators by a bit, they had a chance to defeat their opponents and gain qualification, so the current number of spectators was not surprising.
…
As the thirty-odd watching cultivators waited silently, the time reached noon.
In the sky, several golden core cultivators from Master Changfeng's side frequently looked toward the horizon, appearing somewhat impatient.
Suddenly, the atmosphere at the mountain peak became stagnant!
A powerful spiritual pressure, deep and vast like the ocean, descended from nowhere, causing all foundation establishment cultivators to feel a weight in their hearts and experience immense pressure!
"They're here," Liu Yu thought to himself.
He saw the figure of a person appear before the few golden core masters from Baiyun Temple.
This person had white hair and beard, wearing a gray daoist robe, and exuded an aura of celestial grace with every gesture.
Master Qingwei!
Liu Yu's heart stirred. The spiritual pressure between the two masters did not seem vastly different; their cultivation levels should be quite close, right?
How exactly, he could only find out through battle; this was just his shallow insight.
While he pondered, both sides began to exchange words.
"Long Feng, old friend, it has been many years; how have you been?"
Master Qingwei's robe billowed, and although he did not open his mouth, a resonant voice echoed in the sky.
"No need for Master Qingwei to worry, I am doing quite well," Master Changfeng replied unceremoniously, showing no weakness in momentum.
"If you could graciously hand over Celestial Rampart City, that would be even better."
"I never expected that after parting ways eighty years ago, our next meeting would lead to conflict; such is the unpredictability of life," Master Qingwei said, a hint of nostalgia appearing on his face in his gray robe.
However, in Liu Yu's eyes, it all seemed somewhat pretentious.
After all, one was in Yan State and the other in Chu State; what kind of friendship could they possibly have?
At most, it was just a few encounters.
Since there was no friendship, there was nothing to discuss about "nostalgia."
"Hmph, old Daoist Qingwei, there's no need to say more nonsense."
"You and the four sects of Yan State have betrayed the alliance; what kindness can there be? You have brought this upon yourselves!"
"I do not know what benefits the Orthodoxy has given Baiyun Temple, but you have certainly learned the essence of hypocrisy."
"According to our agreement, let us begin now."
With a cold snort, Master Changfeng showed no interest in such rhetoric.
With tensions high, the hatred between both sides could be said to be irreconcilable; what was there left to discuss?
The four sects of Yan State siding with the Orthodoxy had offended the interests of the entire Alliance of the Nine States, making them enemies of the Alliance; there was no room for negotiation.
Unless the Alliance of the Nine States wished to be devoured by both the Orthodox and Demonic.
Hearing such impolite words, even Master Qingwei, with all his scheming, could not help but stiffen his expression.