Who Brought Him into the Cultivation World?

Mu Zili’s five-colored glow spanned the void, with the Dao Palace closing in behind him.

Now, once again, the roles of attack and defense have reversed, but Ghostly Soul wouldn’t let Mu Zili move.

Yet similarly, Mu Zili could do nothing to him, and he could do nothing to Mu Zili.

”Is this all you’ve got?”

Ghostly Soul spoke with sarcasm, attempting to provoke the other.

However, Mu Zili’s disposition wasn’t the sort to be easily angered; instead, after a few moves, he returned the insult.

”When you attained the Dao, I was just a minor cultivator. When I attained the Dao, I was already your equal.”

It’s a perfect illustration of the highest level of insult without using profanity.

Indeed, neither could best the other, but how long had it been since Ghostly Soul attained the Dao, and how recently Mu Zili? The gap between them was nearly a thousand years.

The latter catching up is not shameful.

The former being caught up to, now that’s shameful.

Sure enough, Ghostly Soul, failing to provoke, instead became angry himself.

The truth is the most hurtful thing in the world!

The next moment, Ghostly Soul struck in rage, the bell of the Dao Palace sounded, echoing continuously, and various ghostly souls emerged in full force.

Mu Zili’s gaze became sharp, the five-colored glow transformed into a colorful ribbon sweeping across the sky.

In some aspects, Mu Zili’s Dao seed was stronger than his opponent’s. Although it wasn’t as grand and majestic, the Dao of Five Qi inherently surpassed this type of virtual-real path.

Yet the time gap in attaining the Dao was too large, forcibly leveling the playing field.

Give me another thousand years, and I would kill him like a dog.

Mu Zili silently sighed in his heart.

The commotion from their fight continued to spread towards Han Yu and the others, causing the group of cultivators to panic and avoid without a second thought.

A battle of the divine path was not something they could get involved in. A slight misstep, and they might become wrongful spirits.

Ghostly Soul, inadvertently sweeping his gaze across the scene, was slightly stunned.

For no other reason than Han Yu was still alive!

”You actually managed to escape, very well.”

Ghostly Soul sneered, then directly left Mu Zili behind, the Dao Palace turning in mid-air to crash down on Han Yu and Su Xiaoxiao.

”Save them!”

The old Daoist in the distance shouted urgently, having already identified Han Yu as his secret agent, and inside there was also his little disciple.

In fact, the old Daoist didn’t need to remind, just Su Xiaoxiao being there meant Mu Zili was bound to act.

Coincidentally, he also believed Han Yu was a secret agent of the Celestial Dao Sect.

The purple and green glows merged into one, immediately crossing in front of the two, a loud boom ensued! The massive aftermath even lifted everything around.

Mu Zili continuously flung out the remaining three beams of glow, tightly locking the Dao Palace and pulling it down, halting its descent.

”Withdraw!”

His gaze swept over Su Xiaoxiao, who was knocked into the air but managed to stabilize his form, he spoke solemnly.

Mu Zili had come to take the people away; with things settled, staying any longer was pointless.

Most importantly, he urgently needed a response from the people above.

This wasn’t the first time the Celestial Dao Sect’s higher-ups did nothing, either they were incompetent, or they were holding back for a follow-up move.

He believed it was the latter, so he needed to go back and look into it once.

Su Xiaoxiao barely stabilized, gazing back at his senior brother as he engaged the enemy again, shaking the heavens and earth with their fight.

He didn’t dare linger, grabbing Han Yu and diving down, calling out to the old Daoist after finding him.

”Everyone retreat!”

For a moment, the sky seemed like cloth with leaks everywhere, with rips in the Celestial Chasm opening, cultivators continuously poured in.

In just a moment, only two lonely figures remained in the void, locked in an unresolved battle.

”It’s useless, unless your Celestial Dao Sect stays holed up forever, you’ll have to come out, you have nowhere to run.”

Ghostly Soul sneered continuously.

Mu Zili remained silent, only focusing on his strikes.

This only fueled the other’s fearless attitude, with Ghostly Soul repeatedly using the Dao Palace as a base, personally attacking, both sides engaged in a face-to-face melee.

Various mystical ripples spread out, though not as grand as before, but more terrifyingly, everything around was steadily perishing.

After a moment’s more fighting, both sides halted simultaneously.

”Deliver a message back: Central Continent is the best graveyard for your Celestial Dao Sect, hahaha!”

Ghostly Soul’s words carried mockery, bursting into hearty laughter, intending to let the other leave.

”Same to you!”

Mu Zili replied solemnly, turning into a breeze and vanishing on the spot.

Back in Central Continent, everyone was waiting for Han Yu’s return, but no word had come.

The tumult in the Western Territory was too great, no longer suitable for minor cultivators to gather news, leaving Central Continent completely in the dark about its situation.

Ling Wuce couldn’t hold back from complaining to Xia Wuyou and the others multiple times.

”You shouldn’t have let him stay there, don’t you know how reckless he is?”

Back then, this guy would run around without any regard, daring to con the Realm of Transcendence when he had no skills, and tease the Tribulation Thunder when he got some skills.

And yet you dared to leave him alone on the battlefield.

Xia Wuyou and the others looked grim, feeling that Ling Wuce spoke without understanding their difficulties.

”You try pulling him back.”

Han Yu’s strength compared to theirs—how could they forcibly pull him back?

Besides, he is there to fight for the Central Continent, how could you pull him back?

Quan Xiaotong, on the other hand, kept a gloomy face, staring at the sand table in silence. Xia Wuyou and the others had returned, bringing back intel on Yama Hall.

The grand formation aims to encompass the spirits of the Central Continent?

This means the Central Continent is likely to become a slaughterhouse; after this catastrophe, will there be any survivors in the Central Continent?

Now, the Celestial Dao Sect is holding the front line, but who knows when Yama Hall will unleash their full force on the entire Central Continent!

This feeling of having one’s fate controlled by others is truly unbearable.

Because the opposition could at any moment act to annihilate the Central Continent.

”Have you begun the plan you previously suggested?”

Quan Xiaotong turned his head to ask the decision-makers of the Nine Sects.

He referred to the initiative spearheaded by Xia Wuyou and others, attempting to forcibly enhance the talents of genius disciples using a large portion of cultivation resources.

”It has begun!”

Bian Renjie nodded, and not only had it started, but even the plan had been revised.

”Coincidentally, those two genius Pill Masters are also here, and the original plan has been partially changed.”

He referred naturally to Xiao Yan and Luo Fen.

Compared to Han Yu, these two are, in some respects, genuine Pharmacists.

Whether it’s the foundation of alchemy or the understanding of Pills.

The change in the plan was also suggested by these two.

”They believe it’s feasible to disregard the foundational stability, allowing a batch of cultivators to reach the Realm of Transcendence with minimal damage to their bodies, and then rapidly grow them to the Divine Platform Realm with external forces.”

This notion was especially outrageous; initially, Bian Renjie nearly wanted to strike someone upon hearing it.

Isn’t this basically sending people to their deaths!

Unstable foundations, and then to forcefully grow to the Divine Platform Realm in a short time—it’s practically a fantasy.

Not to mention, just overcoming the Tribulation Thunder would not be easy; one might die there.

”Don’t you have the Mo Family Magical Artifact!”

This was the original suggestion from the two, naturally proposed after witnessing Mo Xiuwen’s exceptional talents.

Using an Artifact doesn’t count as cheating, does it?

Probably shouldn’t... count as cheating, right!

Quan Xiaotong frowned for a moment; although this method has a notably high feasibility, can the Divine Platform cultivators created this way even compare to normal ones?

To put it bluntly, it’s like a premature baby.

Bian Renjie also had this concern, but at that time, those two sharp minds solved the problem once again.

”They said they only need to create cultivators that meet the standards, while everything else can be left to Han Yu.”

Standards?

What standards?

Naturally, standards that meet Han Yu’s Pill’s requirements.

Evidently, the two had also extensively researched the effects of Han Yu’s Pills; generally speaking, Han Yu’s Pills seem only limited by realm, not by the strength or weakness of cultivation.

Unless it’s those that leverage cultivation as the cost.

Ling Wuce’s eyes suddenly lit up, and he slapped his thigh, exclaiming calling them geniuses.

”These two indeed are damn geniuses.”

They even managed to devise this method.

If one uses the Divine Platform Realm as a basis and then takes Han Yu’s Pills, doesn’t this completely evade the problem of an unstable foundation?

”It’s not necessarily a good solution!”

Quan Xiaotong shook his head repeatedly; though it sounds good, with Han Yu producing only one Pill every three days, growing a large number of cultivators with various strange methods still depends on whether Yama Hall allows enough time.

”But it seems to be the best solution at present.”

Ling Wuce retorted.

Since the goal is to quickly cultivate a perfect batch of Divine Platform cultivators, and such actions are against nature, where in the world could one find such conveniences?

Being able to use this method to exploit the loophole in Han Yu’s Pill is already impressively challenging.

”With the Central Continent, there is a future.”

Ling Wuce reminded.

”Then let’s proceed!”

Quan Xiaotong nodded slowly with a gloomy expression on his face.