Dao intent merged, and Lan Xiaobu suddenly halted. The twelve laws on his Longevity Dao Tree fused into a single branch. Though just one branch, it embodied all twelve Longevity laws.
Simultaneously, the Longevity Realm rumbled. Its once-flat expanse gained depth, forming a void. The original Longevity Realm now resembled a planet suspended within it.
Tai Chuan, standing in the Longevity Realm, frantically absorbed the refined dao laws, his aura surging.
The Longevity laws grew clearer, dao intent soaring, his consciousness extending boundlessly.
Feeling the dao laws he could grasp at will, Lan Xiaobu spoke, “Today, I, Lan Xiaobu, prove the Creation Dao Sage Realm, restoring clarity to the vast cosmos.”
He made no oaths to slay Creation Sages or stop their destruction of cosmic planes. It was his intent, but he saw no need to swear it.
Life laws clarified in his mind. With surging divine essence and dao intent, feeling his immense strength, Lan Xiaobu gazed at the boundless Burial Path Great Plain, murmuring, “So this is the Creation Dao of the Immortal Sage Realm.”
His laws became a tangible branch, his world a cosmic embryo, his life laws clear. He knew his lifespan’s limits and his boundaries.
“So the Creation Dao Realm isn’t immortality.” Disappointment flickered in his eyes, no joy in proving this realm.
He didn’t know if others realized, but after proving Creation Dao Sage, merging his dao with Longevity, his strength multiplied tenfold. Yet he knew his lifespan was still finite—he wasn’t immortal.
If Creation Dao wasn’t immortal, why did the Immortal Land call Creation, Derivative, and Creation Sage Realms the “Three Immortal Realms”?
If Creation wasn’t immortal, Derivative likely wasn’t either. Was Creation Sage immortal?
Lan Xiaobu dismissed the thought, summoning the Seven Realms Stone. Immortal or not, he had scores to settle. Once hunted relentlessly, now a Creation Dao Sage, it was time to collect debts.
First was Wan Dao Sage Heavy Sword Shan. This wretch sought to destroy a cosmic plane and nearly killed him, sparking a manhunt. Revenge demanded his death.
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After learning Ji Zhuer was taken by Daxun Island, Mo Wuji abandoned his plan to hunt Ying Dao Sage, heading straight there with Qing Xiang.
Fu Xing died because of him. Now Fu Xing’s partner was captured. Even if Mo Wuji weren’t a Creation Dao Sage, he’d have prioritized proving immortality to rescue Ji Zhuer immediately, knowing failure without it meant death. He wouldn’t delay a moment.
“Brother Mo, that’s Daxun Island ahead,” Qing Xiang said, familiar with the area.
Mo Wuji nodded. “I know.”
Hunted in the Immortal Land for years, he knew Daxun Island’s location. He admired it, thinking if he needed a dojo, ousting Cheng Qinghan and claiming it wouldn’t be bad.
“Brother Mo, do we go in directly or prepare first?” Qing Xiang asked as Mo Wuji paused.
He frowned, then sneered, “Looks like someone predicted I’d come.”
“Ah…” Qing Xiang was puzzled.
Mo Wuji said calmly, “Many birds here carry dao intent marks. Some fish in the river do too. All from one person, someone I know well…”
He stopped, a cold smile on his lips.
Kong Yangshan thought too highly of himself. A mere pseudo-Cause-and-Effect Dao, daring to scheme against him. Though Kong Yangshan stood motionless for a century, to Mo Wuji, he was a glaring beacon on an isolated islet.
What was Mortal Dao? After proving the Immortal Realm, everything natural was ordinary to Mo Wuji. Kong Yangshan’s stance might fool others, even some Creation Sages, but deceiving Mo Wuji was delusional.
Upon arriving, Mo Wuji sensed the discord—marked birds and fish, and Kong Yangshan, a beacon pretending to be a rock. In his Mortal Dao, such disguise was laughable.
Though Mo Wuji paused, Kong Yangshan spotted him, excitedly preparing to send a message. But his face fell as his space shifted, sealed, blocking all transmissions.
A man in green landed before him. “Waiting for me?”
The youth’s voice was mild, like asking if he’d eaten.
Kong Yangshan’s eyes shrank. Knowing he wasn’t Mo Wuji’s match, he’d betrayed him to curry favor with Creation Sages. But the gap was vast—Mo Wuji had sealed his dao space effortlessly.
“Friend Mo, I’m not waiting for you. I have a score with Cheng Qinghan…” Kong Yangshan softened his tone, his heart icy.
Mo Wuji was just a new Creation Dao Sage. Why was he, a Derivative Realm peak, so outmatched?
“Oh, I thought you wanted that white bone, ambushing here to call others to surround me,” Mo Wuji said lightly.
Kong Yangshan’s heart sank. Mo Wuji’s guesses were spot-on, his pleas feeble.
“Nothing to say? Then die. No reincarnation for you.” Mo Wuji’s vast domain crushed down. Despite Kong Yangshan’s higher realm, he was powerless.
“Friend Mo, I’ll pledge my soul to serve you…” Kong Yangshan panicked, regret too late.
“No need. I don’t want a dog like you.” Mo Wuji’s killing intent locked onto him.
Kong Yangshan’s true regret wasn’t the ambush but losing his will to fight upon seeing Mo Wuji. Otherwise, even if outmatched, he could’ve alerted Cheng Qinghan to join forces.
Mo Wuji’s slaying of Heavy Sword Shan had cowed him.
Seeing death imminent, Kong Yangshan frantically unleashed his Cause-and-Effect Seal, aiming to alert Cheng Qinghan, even if it meant mutual destruction.
Boom! The seal clashed with Mo Wuji’s killing domain, dao laws exploding, shattering the islet.
Simultaneously, Mo Wuji’s Mortal Halberd tore through Kong Yangshan’s brow, then his world. Feeling his soul fragments dissolve, Kong Yangshan’s eyes dulled. As Mo Wuji said, reincarnation was impossible.
He’d seen Creation Sages, but now he was certain: Mo Wuji’s dao was heaven-defying, able to challenge them as a Creation Dao Sage. Their crushing pressure was unmatched. The Immortal Land’s skies would shift, but Kong Yangshan wouldn’t see it.
“Who dares cause trouble on my turf?” An angry roar preceded a fair-skinned, imposing man stepping across space.
It was Daxun Island’s lord, Cheng Qinghan. Arriving, he saw Mo Wuji tear apart Kong Yangshan’s world, effortlessly dissolving his myriad soul fragments.
“Kong Yangshan?” Cheng Qinghan’s eyes narrowed. Kong Yangshan was weaker but a Derivative Realm peak, poised to reach Creation Sage.
The killer’s strength wasn’t trivial. His gaze landed on Mo Wuji, heart jolting. “You’re Mo Wuji?”
Mo Wuji said calmly, “Correct. I’m Mo Wuji.”
Against anyone else acting so boldly, Cheng Qinghan would’ve attacked. But facing Mo Wuji, he hesitated.
Mo Wuji had slain Heavy Sword Shan and now easily killed Kong Yangshan. Cheng Qinghan knew he wasn’t a match, even on his own turf, as Mo Wuji hadn’t entered Daxun Island’s depths.
“Friend Mo, I’ve no grudge with you. I joined the hunt only because Creation Sages led it. You must understand. So why come to my Daxun Island?” Cheng Qinghan clasped his fists, his tone polite.
He hoped Mo Wuji was only after Kong Yangshan and would leave.
But Mo Wuji disappointed him. Raising his Mortal Halberd, he said lightly, “I’m here to kill you. What do you think?”
Though he spoke, Mo Wuji didn’t act, frantically weaving void array patterns. He’d planned to set them before striking, but Kong Yangshan’s interference alerted Cheng Qinghan.
