104: Chapter 104 Half-Step Immortal

Supreme Great Elder Mo Yunting and the other two were trapped within a hundred-zhang radius by an invisible barrier, their faces livid and their appearance utterly wretched.

"Impossible, this is impossible!"

Supreme Great Elder Mo Yunting muttered in a low voice, his eyes filled with disbelief.

He was at the Peak of Tribulation Transcendence and had cultivated for tens of thousands of years, confident that he would rarely find an equal among those of the same Realm.

But during their brief clash just now, Qingxuan had given him the feeling that he was not facing a Cultivator of the same Realm, but rather an insurmountable mountain.

With every collision, his blood and qi surged violently from the shock; with every exchange, he fell into a disadvantage.

He even suspected that Qingxuan was not fighting him at all, but merely playing with him.

At this moment, a chill like never before welled up in Supreme Great Elder Mo Yunting's heart. He looked at Supreme Second Elder Ye Pojun and Supreme Third Elder Xiao Jue, whose situations were even worse than his.

Suppressing the humiliation and resentment in his heart, Supreme Great Elder Mo Yunting slowly raised his right hand. In his palm lay a dark gray bead quietly.

In the next instant, Supreme Great Elder Mo Yunting suddenly crushed the bead.

"Crack!"

A dark gray light erupted from Supreme Great Elder Mo Yunting's palm, turning into countless fine spatial fragments that spun wildly around him.

Those fragments tore through the spatial lock, ripping open a pitch-black rift in the void.

Within the rift, terrifying auras were condensing and rising, as if something was descending from the other side of the rift.

Elder Ling Xu's brow furrowed slightly. He could feel that the rift was expanding continuously, and the power of the spatial lock was being torn apart bit by bit.

"Interesting."

Qingxuan stood beside Elder Ling Xu, his gaze falling upon the expanding rift, the smile on his lips fading slightly.

He raised his hand, and an invisible rune surged from his palm, attempting to Seal the rift once more.

But as soon as the rune's spiritual light touched the edge of the rift, it was torn to shreds by an even more violent force.

"The power of this rift is indeed somewhat bizarre," Qingxuan said in a deep voice.

Elder Mu Bai did not speak, merely tightening his grip on the short saber in his hand, his gaze locked onto the rift.

He could feel that something was brewing within the rift—an aura that even made his heart palpitate.

Ancestor Zhou Huaixu moved to stand beside Qingxuan and the other two, gazing solemnly at the rift.

His Divine Sense projected into the rift, attempting to perceive the descending auras, but as soon as his Divine Sense touched the edge of the rift, it was bounced back by a violent force.

"What powerful auras!" Ancestor Zhou Huaixu spoke in a low voice, his expression as grave as water. "At least Peak of Tribulation Transcendence, and more than one."

The onlookers hidden in the void around the capital also sensed the terrifying aura condensing within the rift at this moment.

A flicker of solemnity flashed in Baili Changfeng's eyes. He pinched a hand Seal with one hand, seemingly performing a divination. A moment later, a rare look of shock appeared on his otherwise placid face.

"That old ghost of the Liuli Sect is actually still alive?"

On that desolate mountain peak in the Western Regions, the gray-robed old monk's hand holding a white piece hovered in mid-air, refusing to descend for a long time.

His gaze pierced through tens of thousands of miles of void, landing upon the rift, a hint of complexity appearing in his eyes.

"Ancestor of Liuli Sect, you are finally willing to come out."

The aura within the rift grew stronger and clearer as three figures slowly stepped out.

The leader wore a gray Daoist robe, with white hair and beard, a withered face, and a hunched figure.

But the moment he stepped out of the rift, the entire world trembled.

An indescribable aura radiated from him. It was an aura that transcended Tribulation, yet had not reached the Immortal Realm, as if he were standing on the threshold between the mortal world and the Immortal Realm, with one foot already stepped through, and the other still remaining in the mortal Realm.

The Old Ancestor of the Liuli Sect—Ancestor of Liuli Sect.

Legend had it that he had been stuck at the Peak of Tribulation Transcendence for seventy thousand years, constantly searching for an Opportunity for Ascension, and had not appeared before the world for a long time.

Some said he had passed away, some said he had ascended, and others said he had been hiding in some secret corner, contemplating the final step of Immortal Ascension. Opinions varied, and no consensus existed.

But at this moment, he stood in the sky above the Zhouwu Imperial Capital, his figure like a towering mountain, pressing down so heavily that the entire capital could barely breathe.

Breaking free from the spatial lock, Supreme Great Elder Mo Yunting stumbled and flew before Ancestor of Liuli Sect. Bowing deeply, his voice trembled, "Old Ancestor! This Disciple is incompetent and has disturbed your seclusion. I deserve ten thousand deaths!"

Ancestor of Liuli Sect glanced at him and said indifferently, "Step back."

His voice was hoarse and deep, yet it carried an unquestionable authority.

Supreme Great Elder Mo Yunting hurriedly retreated to the side, not daring to make a sound. Supreme Second Elder Ye Pojun and Supreme Third Elder Xiao Jue also struggled to fly over, prostrating themselves on the ground before Ancestor of Liuli Sect.

Ancestor of Liuli Sect did not spare them another glance. His gaze slowly shifted to Elder Ling Xu and the other two, and a flicker of emotion finally appeared in his eyes.

"Kunlun."

He spoke, his voice hoarse and flat, as if uttering an inconsequential name.

"This old man has been in seclusion for seventy thousand years. I truly did not know when such figures as you had emerged in the Southern Wilderness."

Elder Ling Xu did not speak. His gaze fell upon Ancestor of Liuli Sect. He could feel that this old ghost's cultivation far surpassed that of an ordinary Peak of Tribulation Transcendence, and was even a bit stronger than Qingxuan's.

That half-Immortal, half-mortal aura even gave him a sense of wariness.

Ancestor Zhou Huaixu's expression was grave to the extreme. He was at the Peak of Tribulation Transcendence, and considered himself at the very top in the Southern Wilderness, yet facing Ancestor of Liuli Sect now, he actually felt like an ant facing an elephant.

That disparity was not in cultivation, but in Realm, as if the opponent was already standing at another level while he was still looking up from the ground.

"This old ghost is actually still alive."

Ancestor Zhou Huaixu spoke in a low voice, his tone laced with bitterness.

Ancestor of Liuli Sect was the most brilliant and talented Cultivator in the history of the Liuli Sect.

Legend had it that he achieved Foundation Establishment at age three, Golden Core at ten, Nascent Soul at twenty, and had already stepped into Soul Transformation by a hundred.

Now, he stood alive and well in the sky above the Zhouwu Imperial Capital, and his cultivation was even more terrifying than in the legends.

In the void surrounding the capital, the onlookers finally saw the three figures stepping out of the rift clearly.

"Ancestor of Liuli Sect! That's Ancestor of Liuli Sect!"

"This old ghost is actually still alive? Didn't he already... seventy thousand years ago? Were the rumors wrong?"

"A Half-Step Immortal! This old ghost has actually stepped half a foot into the Immortal Realm!"

"The Liuli Sect hid themselves far too deeply! Having such a foundation, they actually endured for seventy thousand years!"

...

Today's battle had already far exceeded everyone's expectations.

This was no longer just a dispute between the Western Regions and the Southern Wilderness, but a world-shaking battle that concerned the structure of the entire Xuanhuang World.

Standing behind Ancestor of Liuli Sect, though Supreme Great Elder Mo Yunting's face was still pale, the despair from earlier had vanished from his eyes. He knew that with the Old Ancestor here, the Liuli Sect would definitely not lose today's battle.

A Half-Step Immortal was an existence standing at the very peak of this world; none could match him, save for other old monsters who were also Half-Step Immortals or above.