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The shimmering gate rotated, exuding an ancient and alluring aura.

Those Core Formation Loose Cultivators who could no longer hold back, their eyes gleaming with greed, transformed into streaks of escaping light and rushed in, vying for the front.

They were afraid that if they were a step too late, the rare treasures inside would be snatched away by others.

However, none of the true magnates on the plaza moved a single step.

The Righteous Path and Demonic Path, along with the Star Palace, formed a three-way standoff, the atmosphere so heavy it seemed ready to freeze at any moment.

Wan Tianming wore a gentle smile, exchanging pleasantries with Ling Yuling, but his gaze occasionally swept over the Demonic Path Cultivators.

Barbarian Hu clenched his fist, as big as a sandbag, his Face full of impatience, his bell-like eyes staring fixedly at the Righteous Path Cultivators.

Extreme Yin Old Ancestor, on the other hand, was shrouded in black Qi, silent like a hibernating viper.

Just as this eerie balance was about to be broken, an extremely sharp Sword Intent descended without warning.

The Sword Intent was cold and sharp, as if it could cleave Divine Soul.

Everyone's hearts tightened, and they all looked towards the entrance.

They saw a cold and beautiful woman, dressed in a dark palace dress, holding a three-foot green sword, slowly walking in.

Her figure was graceful, but her temperament was like ten-thousand-year-old profound ice, keeping people a thousand miles away.

"Madam Wen!"

Qing Yi Hermit's pupils constricted, and he let out a soft cry.

The newcomer was none other than Madam Wen, the Dao Companion of the Demonic Path's Six Paths Paragon, a Middle Stage Nascent Soul Cultivator renowned in the Chaotic Star Sea for her peerless swordsmanship.

Her arrival made the already complicated situation even more bewildering.

The Demonic Path instantly gained a top-tier combatant.

Madam Wen paid no attention to the gazes of the crowd; she simply walked to the Demonic Path's side, found a stone pillar, and closed her eyes to meditate, as if everything around her had nothing to do with her.

But the faint Sword Intent emanating from her made Wan Tianming and others on the Righteous Path feel immense pressure.

Wan Tianming's thoughts raced.

The leader of the Righteous Path, his paternal aunt Wan Sangu, had once sent him a message: Six Paths Paragon was ambitious and had long been dissatisfied with the Star Palace's overbearing ways.

Madam Wen's trip to the Void Heaven Palace was ostensibly for treasure hunting, but in reality, she carried a secret order.

If no one from the Star Palace came, she was to seize the opportunity to suppress the Righteous Path.

If the Star Palace sent people, they could join forces to first clip the Star Palace's wings!

Now, not only had the Star Palace come, but it was also Fairy Ling, who had a close relationship with the Twin Saints.

Therefore, the first priority of this trip was to find an opportunity to keep these three Star Palace members in the Void Heaven Palace forever!

Wan Tianming's smile remained unchanged, and his conversation with Ling Yuling became even more enthusiastic, as if they truly were old friends who hadn't seen each other in years.

And the several Demonic Path members opposite him still appeared to be at loggerheads, full of Killing Intent.

This exquisite acting was enough to fool ninety-nine percent of the Cultivators present.

Unfortunately, they didn't know that their prey, the seemingly weakest party, was actually led by a Soul Transformation mighty figure.

Lin Feng, in his guise as "Profound Bone," stood quietly behind Ling Yuling, taking in everyone's micro-expressions, feeling only a little amused.

A group of ants, thinking themselves chess players, yet unaware that they were already pieces on the chessboard.

Ling Yuling's initiative to show goodwill to the Righteous Path was seen by everyone as a sign of the Star Palace's weakness on this trip, seeking an Alliance.

As a result, a balance of four Nascent Soul Cultivators on each of the Righteous and Demonic sides was formed on the surface.

For a time, no one was willing to make the first move.

Time passed, and most of the Core Formation Cultivators on the plaza had already left.

Barbarian Hu finally lost his patience; he stomped his big foot, which was shaped like a pipe, on the ground, making a loud "thump."

"Dawdling like a woman!"

He roared in a booming voice, "You're all so timid! I'm going in first!"

Before his words finished, his burly figure transformed into a purple stream of light, charging directly towards the shimmering gate.

"Brother Man, wait!"

Just then, Extreme Yin Old Ancestor's hoarse voice sounded, and he actually moved to stop Barbarian Hu.

A black Qi rolled out, dragging Barbarian Hu back by force.

Barbarian Hu was furious; he turned and glared at Extreme Yin Old Ancestor, roaring impatiently, "Old ghost, what do you want?"

Extreme Yin Old Ancestor ignored his anger; his sinister gaze, hidden beneath the black Qi, slowly swept across the entire scene.

Finally, his gaze settled on a inconspicuous stone pillar at the very edge of the plaza.

There, Han Li was desperately trying to conceal his aura, wishing he could turn himself into a stone.

Extreme Yin Old Ancestor's lips curved into a chilling arc, and his voice sounded like a ghost.

"That young friend over there, aren't you coming over?"

Boom!

Han Li's head buzzed, and the blood in his body seemed to instantly freeze.

He stiffly raised his head, meeting Extreme Yin Old Ancestor's gaze directly.

It was that old Devil Head!

On Scorpion Island, merely a wisp of his Divine Soul descending had nearly cost him his life.

Now, with his true body present, the pressure made it difficult for him to even breathe.

What to do?

Run?

In front of a Nascent Soul Old Ancestor, he couldn't even conjure the thought of activating an escaping technique.

Han Li's heart instantly sank to rock bottom.

In this moment of despair, the corner of his eye caught sight of Purple Spirit and Ling Yuling not far away.

What beautiful women!

Even with Han Li's firm Heart-Nature, he couldn't help but be momentarily lost in thought.

"Hmph."

A cold, soft hmph, like a basin of ice water, jolted Han Li out of his daze.

Ling Yuling's delicate brows furrowed slightly, a hint of displeasure flashing in her eyes.

Han Li's chest tightened, and he instantly broke out in a cold sweat, filled with regret.

At a time like this, he was still thinking about women!

Wait!

His gaze fell on Purple Spirit again; this time, he noticed the style and material of her light purple silk dress.

This attire was seventy to eighty percent similar to what that Deputy Sect Leader Fan wore back then!

Could it be... she was the legendary Sect Leader of Myriad Sound Sect, Purple Spirit Fairy?

A thought, like a flash of lightning, cut through the darkness in Han Li's heart.

He felt as if he had grasped the last straw of hope.

Facing Extreme Yin Old Ancestor's death-inducing gaze, Han Li took a deep breath, forcefully suppressing the fear in his heart.

He quickly walked to a spot not far in front of Purple Spirit and respectfully cupped his hands.

"May I ask, Fairy, are you Purple Spirit, the Sect Leader of Myriad Sound Sect?"

Purple Spirit's delicate brows furrowed slightly, wondering why this Core Formation Cultivator would suddenly speak to her, but she still nodded coldly.

"Mm."

Han Li's heart rejoiced, and he quickly straightened his back, loudly declaring, "I am Han Li! Previously, I was invited by your sect's Deputy Sect Leader Fan to join Myriad Sound Sect as a Guest Elder!"

He emphasized the words "Guest Elder" heavily, while simultaneously glancing at Extreme Yin Old Ancestor from the corner of his eye.

He was betting that this old Devil Head would give Face to the now flourishing Myriad Sound Sect!

Indeed, as soon as he spoke, Extreme Yin Old Ancestor's Face instantly darkened.

Myriad Sound Sect!

Not long ago, it was the batch of healing holy medicines sent by Myriad Sound Sect that allowed him to recover from his injuries before the Void Heaven Palace opened.

He could not deny this favor.

It would be unwise to offend Myriad Sound Sect for the sake of a mere Core Formation junior.

The black Qi around Extreme Yin Old Ancestor receded a bit, and he spoke hoarsely, "Purple Spirit Fairy, I did not know this person was an Elder of Myriad Sound Sect; it was indeed my oversight."

Hearing this, Han Li's taut heartstrings finally loosened.

He had made the right bet!

However, before he could fully relax, Purple Spirit's next words plunged him into an ice cellar.

Purple Spirit tilted her head, her clear eyes holding a hint of pure confusion as she looked at Han Li.

"I don't recall having a Guest Elder named Han in the sect."

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