Terrifying!

Vast!

The Sect Master of the Water Moon Mirror Flower Sect, as an elderly cultivator in the Primordial Pill Realm, found himself almost becoming a small boat in a storm while facing off against the confrontation of Dharma Forms.

Even protecting his disciples and safeguarding himself from injury proved difficult.

"This is bad..."

"Both of them are at the pinnacle of the Primordial Spirit level, we've been far too careless..."

"Instead of retreating, we actually drew closer to watch the battle..."

The old Sect Master spewed out a mouthful of vital blood to protect his disciples, and with his heart pounding, he looked around: "These onlookers are likely to see bloodshed!"

But in the next moment, he felt that overpowering might disappear.

As if a collapsing mountain peak suddenly hung suspended.

The surging floodwaters hit an invisible dam.

The azure radiance representing the power of water elements was tightly constrained within the bounds of Chufeng Mountain by an unseen curtain.

Then came the sound of the Black Emperor Water Scenery Sword shattering, one after another.

Tinkling, clear, and melodious as if beads were dropping onto a jade plate.

This sound rang out twelve times in succession.

Immediately after, the imposing Spirit Lord Dharma Form faltered, dispersing into smoke with the wind, leaving no trace behind.

The East Dragon Pot in the hands of the Dharma Form let out a reluctant long cry, only to be suppressed by a giant hand reaching out from the chaos.

In just a blink of an eye, the contest between the two great Dharma Forms was settled.

The Twelve Water Elements Green Waves Formation was broken!

The Spiritual Treasure East Dragon Pot was suppressed!

That Spirit Lord Dharma Form crumbled to dust!

With just one strike, only one strike, the East Sea Daoist – Ji Daoling, who was subtly acknowledged as the foremost among the Primordial Spirits of his time – was defeated!

"Impossible..."

The old ancestor of the Water Moon Mirror Flower Sect nearly lost his Dao Heart, threatening to turn himself into a monster.

Jealousy and shock almost made him unrecognizable...

"As fellow Primordial Spirits, Donghua True Monarch defeated Ji Daoling with one strike? No...could it be that Donghua True Monarch had already cultivated a Dharma Body? That's not right... what we saw before was indeed a Primordial Spirit apparition, and that Dharma Form too..."

"But how else can it be explained?"

"Even... Donghua True Monarch still had the strength to spare to protect everyone on the mountain..."

The more the old Sect Master thought about it, the more terrified he became.

And he came to firmly believe one thing – Donghua True Monarch truly lived up to his title!

He could indeed be considered half a Dharma Body!

...

At the top of Chufeng Mountain.

The Spirit Lord Dharma Form collapsed, turning into a mist that couldn't dissipate and condensed into a cloud of rain.

A light drizzle started to fall.

"After a fresh rain in the empty mountain, the autumn weather turns cool..."

Zhong Shenxiu chanted softly, flicking her finger lightly.

A burst of invisible divine light suddenly pierced through a layer of mist, arriving in front of Ji Daoling.

With a 'pop' sound, her Five-colored Cloud Robe burst open, revealing a crack.

After the Spirit Lord Dharma Form had been broken, Ji Daoling was already severely injured, and now the layer of mist and Illusion Technique shrouding her was lifted, revealing the true appearance of this cultivator.

Liu Mei eyebrows, stunning beauty, and natural charm... she was like the most beautiful painting of nature.

Not a hint too plump, nor too lean!

This top individual among Primordial Spirits turned out to be a female practitioner!

"Fellow Daoist indeed is a woman!" Zhong Shenxiu seemed to have confirmed a guess, casually tossing the East Dragon Pot back.

Fangcun Spirit Mountain has always been skilled in Illusion Techniques, and Ji Daoling remarkably used this to deceive most of the cultivation world.

This woman's talent and cunning, as well as her courage and resourcefulness, were undoubtedly unparalleled!

"Just today, however, Zhong Shenxiu had easily exposed it."

Ji Daoling felt as though she had been stripped of her garments, left to be gawked at by the masses in the open court.

"Today's debate on the Dao, I've lost completely, convinced in heart and speech."

She caught her sect's Spiritual Treasure, left a single remark, and her silhouette suddenly turned into a streak of light that shot off into the distance.

...

Only now did the onlookers at the scene come back to their senses.

"Ji Daoling, defeated?"

"Who was that last woman?"

"Ji Daoling is actually a woman? That truly is a strange tale in the Cultivation World..."

Most of them lacked the cultivation of the Primordial Pill Realm and didn't have the insight of that old ancestor; only now did they react, and the atmosphere suddenly became extremely fervent.

To witness two peak Primordial Spirits clash today, and to uncover such a secret, what regrets could there be?

"Fourth Brother, truly a brilliant move."

The Second Prince stood up, sighing, "Gaining Donghua True Monarch is tantamount to directly recruiting a Dharma Body..."

Even though some Teaching Masters had placed their bets on him, it was only an investment.

As the one playing the game, how could he possibly act as an enemy's pawn?

Thus, though the Second Prince seemed glorious, in reality, he'd be fortunate to muster even a few Primordial Spirits to his cause, and that was only possible after the old Emperor's death.

But now, he knew that his strength in this aspect was already far behind the Fourth Prince.

One Donghua True Monarch was worth ten, no, a hundred Primordial Spirits.

"This is overstepping bounds... I must immediately consult our old ancestor. Donghua True Monarch is a Monarch of our Imperial Family, how can the Fourth allow him to be used for personal gain?"

The Second Prince, renowned for his myriad schemes, hadn't given up.

In fact, he couldn't afford to.

"Second Brother... Ji Daoling is actually a woman?"

The Ninth Prince looked towards the direction where Ji Daoling had departed, his gaze fixed.

That elfin woman amidst the fresh rain in the deserted mountains seemed to have imprinted deeply in his heart.

"I didn't know... but it's not a big deal, is it? What does it matter if a cultivator likes to dress as a man?"

The Second Prince waved it off, not the least bit concerned about such trivial matters.

As for beauty?

Which Prince wasn't experienced in the ways of the world, to the point of being almost numb to it?

"This is different, this is different..."

The Ninth Prince's eyes lit up, exclaiming, "Second Brother, Little Nine has a request, no, a mutually beneficial proposition. I see you wish to win over Fangcun Spirit Mountain, why not let me form a marriage alliance with the Mountain? I'm willing to offer the position of Princess Consort..."

"Have you taken a fancy to Ji Daoling?"

The Second Prince asked, his smile not quite reaching his eyes.

"That's right, if Second Brother could make this happen, it would be killing two birds with one stone..." The Ninth Prince hadn't noticed the dangerous gleam in the Second Prince's eyes.

Suddenly, a dark figure flashed by.

Slap!

Amid the loud sound of a slap, he was directly flung to the ground.

"Little Nine, what virtues or abilities do you have that you dare to wed a Great Sect's Primordial Spirit, and one of such exceptional talent?"

The Second Prince's voice suddenly turned icy, "I advise you to drop this notion as soon as possible, and especially not to go around spreading word. Otherwise, if Dongping Haomiao True Monarch slaps you to death, nobody will seek revenge for you! Do you understand?"

"I understand..."

The Ninth Prince seemed to have been stunned by the slap, replying in a daze.

"Although we are dragons among men, many things are beyond our control... and moreover, we need to be self-aware!"

After admonishing him once more, the Second Prince stepped onto his carriage and sped away, turning into a streak of light.

Only the Ninth Prince was left there alone, caressing his cheek, suddenly feeling an urge to cry.

How many times had it been these days?

Am I getting used to this or what?!

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