276: Venerable Changfeng

"Buzz~"

A fierce wind swept in.

It obliterated the Young Master of Yin-Yang, who was already in the Early Golden Core Stage, piece by piece.

The lingering wisp of black soul didn't even have time to scream before it completely dissipated in the wind and rain.

Thus ended his life.

Formations, Cultivators, and buildings all turned into dust in this boundless storm.

Mo Xuan looked up, gazing towards Tiannan Peak, which towered into the sky.

And then.

A streak of light cut across the sky.

It landed directly in the hand of a sweet figure standing on the peak of Tiannan Peak.

Jin Yan reached out and clutched the small token, engraved with the character 'Yan,' in her hand.

This was the one she had previously given to Zhou Leren.

Now, it was returned.

It signified that they were even.

She saved Zhou Leren once.

Mo Xuan, in turn, destroyed the Yin Yang Harmony Hall.

Exactly offsetting each other.

"Heh~"

Jin Yan smiled bitterly.

Her heart was filled with an unclear meaning; there were too many things in this world that she couldn't control.

Within this short period, it had happened twice.

"How will you respond next?"

Jin Yan tightened her grip, crushing the token into powder, leaving no trace.

She looked again towards the location of the Yin Yang Harmony Hall.

Above the Yin Yang Harmony Hall.

The screams from below had already ceased.

The once magnificent Yin Yang Harmony Hall was now nothing but ruins.

Mo Xuan, who was hovering high in the sky, suddenly felt a stir in his heart.

He looked into the distance.

In the distance.

There seemed to be starlight falling.

Countless stars gradually condensed.

They converged into an illusory figure.

The illusory figure had the face of a middle-aged man, with a gentle countenance and a faint smile on his lips.

The starlight formed an illusory white robe, enveloping his body.

His hands were clasped behind his back.

As this illusory figure appeared.

An indescribable pressure arose in Mo Xuan's heart.

A sentence Li Shuwu had said earlier came to mind.

"Venerables do not walk the world."

"Young friend, this Venerable is Gao Chang Feng; others usually call me Venerable Chang Feng," the illusory figure said with a smile.

"Senior, what brings you here?"

Mo Xuan's snake scales tightened.

"Cough~"

"This Venerable's main purpose here is to invite you, young friend, to be a guest at my Gao Family."

"Alas, I haven't done something like this in so many years, and I'm still a bit unaccustomed to it."

Venerable Chang Feng finished speaking and sighed, covering his face, seemingly very embarrassed.

However, Mo Xuan remained unmoved.

"Senior, why did only you come?"

Mo Xuan was silent for a moment, then suddenly asked.

"Oh? You mean them?"

"Haha~"

"Young friend, don't play small tricks."

"The reason only this Venerable came is mainly because I was close by."

"Moreover, this Venerable is strong enough."

Venerable Chang Feng replied with a chuckle.

"How about it?"

"The Gao Family's name, I presume, you have also heard of, young friend."

"Come with this Venerable, and you will naturally not be mistreated."

"What if I don't agree?"

Mo Xuan asked in a deep voice.

"Haha, young friend, do you know this Venerable's reputation back then?"

"Right, that was so many years ago; young friend naturally wouldn't know."

"Back then, when this Venerable was young, they generally called me True Monarch Kuang Feng."

"Alas, that truly was an unforgettable time."

"It's just that now, being old and having experienced too many things, sometimes being too sharp and overly confident isn't a good thing; it's easy to suffer losses."

Venerable Chang Feng did not answer directly, but instead seemed to be reminiscing about the past.

However, everyone present was intelligent.

Mo Xuan naturally understood the underlying meaning.

"Junior dares to challenge Senior's methods."

Mo Xuan shouted in a deep voice.

The numerous Nascent Soul Cultivators paying attention to this commotion were greatly alarmed.

They were shocked by Mo Xuan's audacity.

"Haha~"

"No matter, go ahead and make your move."

Venerable Chang Feng was not angered, still maintaining his smiling demeanor.

"Storm!"

Mo Xuan roared in his heart.

He opened his mouth and exhaled.

A massive hurricane suddenly appeared at Venerable Chang Feng's location.

The hurricane raged, stirring up countless dust particles.

"Young friend, you seem to have forgotten this Venerable's name."

Venerable Chang Feng remained unmoved.

He reached out and pinched.

The hurricane raging between heaven and earth rapidly shrank, disappearing into Venerable Chang Feng's palm.

With a gentle squeeze, the hurricane dissipated into nothingness.

"Not bad talent."

Venerable Chang Feng nodded, quite impressed.

"Four Transformations of the Demonic Body!"

"Wind Tassel Transforms into Rain!"

Mo Xuan's Aura suddenly doubled in strength.

Dozens of giant spears, a thousand zhang long, filled the sky.

Venerable Chang Feng raised an eyebrow, but still maintained that smiling expression at the corner of his mouth.

"Go!"

Mo Xuan whispered.

Dozens of long spears blotted out the sky, thrusting towards Venerable Chang Feng.

"Young friend, you know nothing about Soul Transformation."

"Banishment."

Venerable Chang Feng softly uttered.

He spread his hands outwards.

Heaven and earth seemed to be torn apart, and space seemed to turn into an invisible door.

It was quietly pulled open by Venerable Chang Feng.

Revealing a void.

This was the Void Realm, a chaotic, empty place with no up, down, left, right, or passage of time.

The dozens of giant spears entered the torn door, banished into the void, without causing a single ripple.

"Young friend, the biggest difference between Soul Transformation and Nascent Soul is the ability to initially control the power of space."

"Of course, there are not many who can master it to this Venerable's extent."

Venerable Chang Feng's tone was gentle.

"Fold."

He suddenly uttered softly.

His hands closed together.

A massive snake tail swept across Venerable Chang Feng's body.

Venerable Chang Feng seemed to not exist; Mo Xuan's attacks were completely unable to land on him.

"Shift."

Clouds suddenly appeared.

Venerable Chang Feng's palm rotated slightly.

The suddenly appearing clouds vanished before his eyes, appearing at an infinitely high altitude.

In the distance.

Mo Xuan's figure reappeared, no longer attacking.

"Young friend, do you want to try again?"

Venerable Chang Feng withdrew his palm and clasped it behind his back.

"No need."

Mo Xuan shook his head.

Even against a mere starlight Incarnation, he was no match right now.

This was not a difference in power; it was a fundamental difference.

With Li Shuwu around, he naturally knew the characteristics of a Soul Transformation Venerable.

Venerables initially control the power of space.

They generally do not personally walk on the earth, because the space in this world is weak, and if their true body were to descend, it would inevitably cause spatial collapse.

Now, experiencing it personally, he could truly understand.

"Come with this Venerable."

Seeing Mo Xuan shake his head.

Venerable Chang Feng nodded with satisfaction.

"Haha~"

Mo Xuan suddenly relaxed his body and chuckled.

"Senior, you made a mistake in one sentence. I understand Soul Transformation, but Senior does not understand me."

"Oh?"

Venerable Chang Feng raised an eyebrow slightly.

"I look forward to our next meeting, Senior."

Mo Xuan nodded in salute.

Then he released the restrictions in his mind.

In his mind, a scene appeared.

It was a vast, desolate land.

It was a hundred-zhang-tall, four-story divine altar, carved with countless profound runes.

It was figures sitting cross-legged around the divine altar, their Bloodline Power drawn, continuously chanting.

It was the respectful sacrifice of all the Bloodline disciples of the Zhou Family.

"Please, Old Ancestor, return!"

"Please, Old Ancestor, return!"

"..."

Calls echoed in Mo Xuan's mind.

"Descend!"

Mo Xuan roared in a low voice.

Space shattered, and the Void Realm arrived.

His thousand-zhang snake body plunged into the Void Realm.

"Imprison!"

Venerable Chang Feng roared, and the Aura belonging to Soul Transformation filled the heavens and earth.

Space from all directions squeezed towards where Mo Xuan had been.

But where was Mo Xuan's figure? There was only shattered space and chaotic Void Realm.

Venerable Chang Feng's smile froze.

His hands, which had been clasped behind his back, clenched into fists.

He looked at the place where Mo Xuan had disappeared, his expression shifting between clear and cloudy.

A moment later.

The starlight vanished, and Venerable Chang Feng's figure disappeared.

Xuanming Realm, Sword Domain, Barren Continent.

Xuan She Tribe.

All the Bloodline clansmen of the Zhou Family gathered.

Above the divine altar.

Suddenly, there was a spatial fluctuation.

A somewhat disheveled, slightly disoriented black great snake suddenly appeared.

"Welcome back, Old Ancestor!"

The Members of the Zhou Family shouted in unison.