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"Final warning! If you don't attack now, you'll be forfeited!"
The referee's voice grew louder and louder, and his expression became increasingly grim.
But the three of them remained in the same spot, exchanging glances, none of them willing to take that step.
"time up!"
The referee's timer rang out crisply, and as if granted a pardon, he used all his strength to strike the gong in his hand.
"when--!"
"The three players on the blue team have been disqualified for passive play in this match!"
"Red team, Zhang Chulan, wins!"
The sound echoed on the huge arena and spread throughout the entire Longhu Mountain.
The entire venue fell into a deathly silence.
Immediately, a deafening burst of laughter and shouts erupted, louder and more earth-shattering than ever before.
"Holy crap! You can do that?!"
"A bloodless victory! This kid's got real talent!"
"Have you no shame?!"
On the viewing platform, Lu Jin spat out a mouthful of tea. He pointed at Zhang Chulan, who was slowly standing up on the stage, bowing to the audience with a "thank you for the favor" expression, and was both angry and amused.
"How could Zhang Huaiyi have given birth to such a grandson..."
Zhang Chulan, under the complex gazes of the entire audience, calmly walked off the stage.
Advancement was achieved without bloodshed.
This also made his reputation as "shameless" resound throughout the entire world of supernatural beings on the first day of the Luo Tian Grand Ceremony.
Chapter 163 Interrogation and the Secret of Kunlun
The Demon-Subduing Cave is located on the back of Longhu Mountain.
This place in Longhu Mountain is specifically used to suppress and imprison those vicious demons and evil spirits.
The cave is cold and damp all year round. The walls are covered with demon-suppressing runes drawn by the Celestial Masters of all generations. They shimmer with golden light and exude a majestic aura of righteousness, making any evil spirit tremble from the depths of its soul.
After the first match ended, Zhang Yunyuan rushed here.
He stood quietly at the cave entrance, his eyes slightly closed. The primordial Dao Qi within his body spread out silently like an invisible tide, completely enveloping and permeating the bodies of the five people.
He wasn't trying to figure out the other person's fighting style, but rather analyzing the most fundamental composition of their bodies.
Soon, he made an astonishing discovery.
These people's bodies are fundamentally different from all other extraordinary people in the world.
Their meridians are stronger and wider, their bones are denser, and even the life energy contained in their blood is far more vigorous than that of ordinary people.
Furthermore, the "Qi" within their bodies, in terms of its condensation and circulation, is completely different from all other schools of thought in the world at that time.
It was a purer, more refined ancient energy, as if it had been optimized and purified through countless generations of bloodlines.
Zhang Yunyuan called it "Ancient Qi".
The quality of this "ancient Qi" is even more refined than the primordial Qi of his master, the Old Celestial Master, who had cultivated diligently for a hundred years and had long since returned to his original state.
This is absolutely not a power that could be nurtured by the spiritual environment of this degenerate age.
"Could it really be from another unknown world?"
Zhang Yunyuan slowly opened his eyes and murmured to himself. In his eyes, which were always as calm as an ancient well, a hint of growing interest and understanding flashed.
He became even more convinced of the possibility that the place, which only existed in legends, might actually exist.
After doing all this, he slowly walked into the cave.
The five men had already had their cultivation destroyed by him, and now they were like five puddles of mud, slumped on the ground, but their eyes were still full of resentment and unwillingness as they looked at him.
Zhang Yunyuan walked up to the leader, looked down at him, and spoke in a flat, emotionless voice.
"Who are you? Where are you from? What is your purpose in coming to Longhu Mountain?"
The leader raised his head, spat a mouthful of bloody saliva at him, and his face was full of ferocious sneers.
"Kill me if you're going to, stop talking nonsense!"
"Want to get anything out of me? Dream on!"
There was no anger on Zhang Yunyuan's face.
He simply shook his head slightly, as if looking at an ignorant child.
"The bones are quite tough, though."
"Unfortunately, it won't work for me."
Before he finished speaking, he stretched out his right hand, his index and middle fingers together, and pointed at the man's forehead from a distance.
There was no contact, not even a whisper.
An invisible and intangible Qi, yet carrying a certain profound rhythm, silently enveloped the person's soul.
It was the very technique he had obtained from the Lü family and perfected with Hunyuan Dao Qi, which had long surpassed its master—the Minghun Technique!
"You...what do you want to do?!"
The man's expression changed drastically, and for the first time, fear appeared in his eyes.
He tried to struggle, but found that he didn't even have the strength to move a finger.
He could only watch helplessly as that domineering and unparalleled spiritual power forcibly tore open the portal to his sea of consciousness.
Zhang Yunyuan's divine sense, like a highly skilled painter, swept straight in and began to freely peruse the vast scroll called "Memory".
However, just as his divine sense was about to touch the core area of the other party's memory...
A sudden change occurs!
An incredibly powerful restrictive force suddenly erupted from the deepest part of that person's consciousness!
The restriction, composed of countless fine golden runes, formed a complex and precise three-dimensional magic array, exuding an aura of inviolable majesty.
It was like a sleeping behemoth that had been awakened. The moment Zhang Yunyuan's divine sense touched it, it began a frantic self-destruction program!
"Trying to self-destruct? Too late."
Zhang Yunyuan frowned slightly, but showed no sign of panic.
His divine sense instantly transformed into countless strands of chaotic energy, finer than a hair. Instead of directly confronting the restriction, it bypassed the collapsing core area with unbelievable precision.
Like a master archaeologist, he carefully picked up and pieced together seemingly insignificant fragments of memory on the edge of a ruin that was about to turn into wasteland.
Finally, when the restriction was completely detonated, utterly destroying the opponent's core memories into chaos, Zhang Yunyuan's divine sense, carrying what he desired, quietly withdrew.
He slowly withdrew his hand, and the mysterious man's body trembled violently. His eyes rolled back, and white foam gushed from his mouth, turning him into a complete idiot.
Zhang Yunyuan closed his eyes and rapidly reassembled and pieced together those fragmented memories in his mind.
A grand picture of that mysterious world finally began to unfold before him, with only a corner of it slowly unfurling.
They come from a blessed land that exists on Earth, yet is independent of the world—the Kunlun Immortal Realm.
In the Immortal Realm, numerous sects exist, with ancient traditions and cultivation systems and techniques far surpassing those of the supernatural world in this Dharma-ending Age.
They came from a powerful sect in the Immortal Realm called the "Nine Heavens Sect".
Its founder was none other than the legendary Nine Heavens Mysterious Lady from ancient mythology!
The core secret technique of the Nine Heavens School is called "Nine Heavens Three Styles", which is divided into three volumes: Qimen, Liuren, and Taiyi.
When these three volumes are combined, they form a truly complete and supreme Daoist method capable of deducing heavenly secrets and disrupting the order of time and space.
In today's world of supernatural beings, whether it's the renowned Wuhou Qimen or the unpredictable Feng Hou Qimen—
The root of all these is nothing more than the incomplete method of "Qimen" in the "Nine Heavens and Three Styles", which was lost to the outside world and was later supplemented and evolved by later generations.
How can the light of a firefly compete with the brilliance of the moon?
Their purpose in coming down the mountain this time is even more astonishing.
Within the Kunlun Immortal Realm, a "Battle of the Grotto Heavens," concerning the rise and fall of various sects, is about to begin.
They descended the mountain on the orders of their sect, intending to find some exceptionally talented and gifted individuals in this spiritually sparse "mortal realm," bring them back to the immortal realm, and carefully cultivate them as "pawns" and "cannon fodder" in the future struggle for the grotto-heavens.
However, since the core of the memory restriction had been destroyed, Zhang Yunyuan was unable to obtain more detailed information about what exactly this "battle for the grotto heavens" was.
But these things alone were enough to stir up a huge storm in his heart.
It turns out that beneath this seemingly peaceful world lies a truly magnificent and turbulent world!
Chapter 164 The Returning Sect and the Origin of Qi
After obtaining astonishing intelligence from the mind of the first prisoner, Zhang Yunyuan did not stop.
His mind was still racing, but his actions did not falter in the slightest.
He turned his gaze to his next target.
He was a young man tied up in a corner, trembling the whole time. He looked the youngest and the weakest-willed.
Zhang Yunyuan walked up to him, and the young man didn't even dare to look him in the eye. He just buried his head deeper and his body trembled more violently.
Zhang Yunyuan used the same method again, employing the Soul-Brightening Technique once more.
This time, his divine sense was gentler and more cautious.
He did not touch the core restriction in the other party's sea of consciousness, which was almost certain to exist and would self-destruct once touched.
Like a seasoned fisherman, he carefully cast his net and meticulously retrieved the fish from the shallow sea called "Memory".
Those scattered, seemingly insignificant fragments of memory, like colorful schools of fish, swept through his net of divine sense.
There is the monotonous daily routine of practicing martial arts on a mountain peak shrouded in ethereal mist, the fear of being severely reprimanded by teachers, and the hazy admiration for a senior sister.
Zhang Yunyuan patiently filtered through this useless information, his divine sense acting like the finest sieve, not missing a single abnormal fluctuation.