That being said, he touched his rear with a certain feeling of not having said it all.
The flying sword struck fiercely, attacking relentlessly.
Although somewhat abrupt, it really... leaves a lasting sensation.
"How pleasant, although one of my replicas, I couldn't gather too much Primordial Yang energy, it's disappointing."
The true body sighed, extended his hand, and before him appeared the soulless corpse.
It was the 3rd ancestor of the Wufeng Sect.
When he created it to make this replica, he truly devoted a great deal of effort.
Even after the replica was created, it had no knowledge of the original body's existence, like a new life created.
According to his calculations, the best option was to create nine replicas.
Each replica could cultivate independently to reach the early stage of the Integration realm.
Then, they would absorb large amounts of Primordial Yang essence from other male cultivators in the Integration realm, and even higher levels.
When enough Primordial Yang essence had been gathered, the nine would merge into one!
That would be the moment when the stake maker would reach the Great Path!
By then, he wants the entire Nine Heavens Continent and the Immortal Realm to know that such a Path still exists in this world.
"Forget it, I'll try to revive it."
Sighing, he extended his hand and saw golden light emerging from the 3rd ancestor of the Wufeng Sect's body.
That golden light carried a faint smell of blood.
It was the Primordial Yang essence it had accumulated inside for all those years!
When he compacted it into a small sphere and put it in his mouth, his face showed satisfaction.
"Forget it, I'm full today, I'll let you live for now, next time I'll catch you."
The stake maker, satisfied, moved his rod and released the terrifying sea serpent from the depths of the ocean.
Once freed, the sea serpent fled at full speed, and the sea, which had previously been violently agitated, began to slowly calm down.
The stake maker, putting on his mask, returned to the space of the Vast Difficulty and shouted.
"Are my friends there?"
"Oh, if it isn't the esteemed Nántóng! Has your Great Path of Nántóng progressed even further? When will you be able to protect us with it? This Nántóng Path, once it reaches the Immortal Realm, will surely be invincible among male cultivators."
On the skull throne, the figure of the Sword-Wielding Daoist slowly appeared and laughed heartily.
"That's natural, my Path is advancing by leaps and bounds, perhaps soon we will gather, my friends."
The Stake Maker felt pleased by such praise and smiled.
"By the way, friend, one of my clones was killed. Do you have any secret methods to revive it? Cultivating a clone is not easy either."
"Hmm, let me think…"
As the two discussed, from time to time, others approached the thrones to listen.
Some joined the discussion, others, upon hearing it, simply growled and left in disdain.
However, on Táng Yú's throne, there was no movement.
It wasn't that he didn't want to listen, but upon noticing the movement from the mask, he knew that a great master from the Vast Difficulty was speaking there.
But the situation before him didn't allow him to focus enough to listen.
After Mèng Zǐháo killed the 3rd ancestor of the Wufeng Sect, he joined Táng Yú to deal with the six cultivators in the Divine Transformation realm from the Wufeng Sect.
They had just finished the cleanup.
A green jade token fell from the sky.
Upon touching the ground, it transformed into a teleportation circle.
Three figures emerged from the circle.
One of them, an elderly man dressed in a red robe, looked like a candle about to be blown out by the wind.
However, the powerful fluctuation of his true yuan was so terrifying that even Mèng Zǐháo, who had already crossed the threshold of the Integration realm, felt a chill.
He recognized the identity of the person.
It was the Founder Elder of the Spiritual Fire Sect, Chǔ Zhāihuǒ, a monster in the Integration realm!
The other two people, in comparison to Chǔ Zhāihuǒ, went unnoticed.
Almost invisible, the two figures were so ethereal that they couldn't even be perceived with spiritual senses.
This was enough to surprise Mèng ZǐHáo, who was as powerful as a cultivator in the Integration realm.
Then, the strength of the two people would only be even more terrifying than that of the Founder Elder of the Spiritual Fire Gate.
"Worthy brother, to catch this big fish, we've left no resources unused."
Mèng ZǐHáo couldn't help but smile bitterly; he had already recognized the identity of two of them, one of whom he had identified earlier.
The great ancestor of the Wufeng Sect, Qín Yè.
To achieve Great Success, he had secluded himself for a thousand years.
Now that he appeared here, the answer to whether he had reached the Great Ascension realm was obvious.
But the other person, with a truly unknown face, Mèng ZǐHáo thought it could be some kind of dragon that crossed the river, as it was uncommon to see a cultivator from the Great Ascension realm.
"A great honor."
When Táng Yú looked at the Founder Elder of the Spiritual Fire Gate, he shook his head.
According to Amber's earlier assumption, Bāo Láifú had only begun wreaking havoc after receiving implicit approval from his sect.
And the force behind all this was the secret collaboration between the Wufeng Sect and Huangfu.
Both benefited from each other, and after eliminating him and her, they could maximize their gains.
However, the sudden involvement of the Spiritual Fire Gate in the bet surprised Táng Yú, although he considered it both unexpected and logical.
When resources are limited, none of these forces would want to see another sect rise too quickly, as it would represent too great a threat to them.
While Táng Yú watched the three, they also watched him.
The cultivator whose figure Mèng ZǐHáo couldn't recognize, with a low and stocky body, looked more like a farmer than a cultivator.
He looked at Táng Yú a couple of times, then frowned and said.
"This young man has already comprehended the Path."
"If it weren't the case, he wouldn't be so pampered by the Hehuan Sect."
The Great Ancestor of the Wufeng Sect, Qín Yè, snorted disdainfully, then looked into the distance and shouted.
"Nángōng Wúxīn, what's going on? Aren't you coming out to meet us? Can't you bear to see your precious disciple die at our hands?"
Upon hearing this shout, Táng Yú extended his hand and a blue gem appeared in his palm.
It was something he had obtained from the Founder Elder before leaving his sect.
And it was one of his most important cards on this trip.
The blue gem, emitting a faint light, exploded and transformed into a formation diagram.
After many years without leaving the Hehuan Sect, Nángōng Wúxīn appeared with a sinister smile from within the formation.
"Wow, Chǔ, Qín, and this... is from the Celestial Sect?"
Nángōng Wúxīn, with a fierce smile, looked at each of the three.
End just after breaking the threshold?
Fight or not fight?
Of course, we will fight!
If the sect wants to grow, it won't be enough for this young man to just make money.
Before his fists become strong enough, I, his elder, must cover all this for him.
Upon hearing the name of the Celestial Sect, Táng Yú and Mèng ZǐHáo exchanged looks, and both understood this person's identity.
The Celestial Sect was not a force from the southern part of the Nine Heavens Continent, but from the center of the continent.
The Wufeng Sect was a subordinate sect to the Celestial Sect, and for all these years, the constant rise of the Wufeng Sect had been due to the secret help of the Celestial Sect.
"The Wu brother came to protect me during my seclusion and, by the way, help me with your disciple's matter. Although you've broken the threshold, today, do you really think you stand a chance of winning?"
Qín Yè spoke coldly, his gaze toward Nángōng Wúxīn filled with caution.
He, who for so long had failed to advance, was forced to ask the Celestial Sect for help to finally reach the Great Ascension realm.
But this old bastard seemed to have broken the threshold much more easily than him.
"The useless old Chǔ isn't worth mentioning. You two, come together... The worst that can happen is that all three of us die. I only came to drag you into the water. My disciple is capable of transmitting the Path, with him, it's enough for the Hehuan Sect."
Nángōng Wúxīn let out a mocking laugh.
The Founder Elder of the Spiritual Fire Sect, Chǔ Zhāihuǒ, had a grim expression.
This damn... now that he's broken the threshold, does he no longer respect cultivators in the Integration realm?
He couldn't help but glance at Qín Yè.
This old man had promised him with complete certainty that even if Nángōng Wúxīn touched the peak of the Integration realm, he wouldn't break the threshold in less than a few hundred years.
And now what? This madman really broke the threshold without making a sound!
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