340: convergence

When the last wisp of energy melted into her body, Ling Xi slowly opened her eyes. The divine light in her gaze was restrained, and her Aura was harmonious and tranquil.

Feeling the surging power within her body and her deeper understanding of the Devouring Dao, she nodded slightly.

The harvest this time far exceeded her expectations.

Not only did her Cultivation advance greatly, but more importantly, she obtained the Taotie Origin Crystal and gained deep validation of the essence of its Devouring Dao.

She stood up and took one last look at the Taotie remains, which were accelerating their weathering due to the loss of their Origin and were about to be completely annihilated. Her expression was devoid of joy or sorrow.

The Opportunity had been obtained; there was nothing left to linger for here.

With a flicker of her figure, Ling Xi vanished from the spot like a ghost, silently leaving this underground space.

After a few flashes, she appeared high above the Desolate Mountain Range.

On top of a solitary peak.

Xiao Ruobai sat cross-legged on a blue stone, his eyes slightly closed, his breathing long and steady, and his Aura as tranquil as a mountain.

He was consolidating the King Realm cultivation he had just achieved a Breakthrough in, and digesting the insights from his successive great battles with Fakong and Wang Zhan.

Inside him, the War God Bloodline surged ceaselessly through his Meridians like an awakening river, emitting a low, thunderous roar.

Every inch of his flesh and blood, every piece of bone, seemed to be undergoing a thousand refinements, becoming tougher and containing explosive power.

That was a power born for battle, pure to the extreme, constantly scouring and refining his King's Dao Foundation.

As his Cultivation Technique circulated, the space around him began to twist slightly, as if unable to withstand the constantly rising and solidifying Battle Intent within him.

Threads of ancient, desolate Battle Intent, carrying the Aura of war and weapons, slowly permeated from his body.

Gradually, in the Void Realm three feet behind him, a vague yet colossal Phantom of an Ancient War God slowly condensed and manifested, turning from faint to solid.

This phantom was clad in dark gold armor that was tattered yet seemed capable of crushing eternity. Its face was indistinct, but its eyes alone seemed to contain the endless flames of war that could split heaven and earth and conquer all Realms.

It made no movement, yet just standing there quietly, it exuded a terrifying battle might that suppressed the eight directions and claimed sole supremacy, causing the surrounding air to seemingly solidify and become several times heavier.

The phantom synchronized its breathing with Xiao Ruobai, pulsing slightly with his every inhale and exhale, emitting heart-palpitating fluctuations.

Mo Yu had transformed into human form at this moment, standing still more than ten zhang away. His body leaned slightly forward, maintaining a posture of high vigilance, his sharp gaze constantly sweeping the surroundings.

His Divine Sense spread out like mercury, alert to any factor that might disturb Xiao Ruobai.

However, his mind couldn't help but be shaken by the phenomenon triggered by Xiao Ruobai's Cultivation, and the Qilin Battle Blood deep within his Bloodline boiled.

"Master's War God Body is becoming increasingly terrifying!"

Mo Yu was secretly startled, his pupils contracting. "This is only the phenomenon triggered by the Battle Intent naturally emitted while consolidating his Realm, yet it already makes me feel like I'm facing a divine peak, unable to breathe easily. If he were to fully erupt, what kind of sight would that be?"

He recalled that as a Qilin, he was originally a descendant of Divine Beasts who fought against heaven and earth, possessing noble Bloodline and high Battle Intent.

But in front of Xiao Ruobai's War God Will, which was pure and overbearing to the extreme, he actually felt like a "minor wizard meeting a great wizard."

"Following such a Master will not disgrace my Qilin Bloodline!"

Beyond the shock, Mo Yu's heart was filled more with fiery fighting spirit and loyalty.

He could feel that under the shroud of this War God Will, his own Battle Intent and Bloodline seemed to have undergone a baptism and stimulation, becoming more refined.

Just then, the War God Phantom behind Xiao Ruobai suddenly solidified for an instant, as if opening a pair of battle eyes that could pierce through eternity. It then slowly faded away, eventually retracting fully into Xiao Ruobai's body along with the astonishing Battle Intent.

All phenomena vanished, and the area became calm and peaceful.

Xiao Ruobai slowly opened his eyes. His Aura was completely stable and perfectly harmonious, having gained a deeper level of control over the power of the King Realm.

Just then—

"Whoosh!"

A sharp and unparalleled sword light came from the horizon. At first, it was extremely distant, but in the blink of an eye, it had arrived above the mountaintop!

The sword light dissipated, revealing a white-robed figure—it was Fang Hanyu.

He was not intentionally emitting his Aura at this moment, but the sharpness tempered by the Chaos Sword Intent naturally permeated the air, as if he himself were an peerless Divine Weapon about to be unsheathed, causing the surrounding air to slightly solidify.

Kirin Son's hair instantly stood on end, as if he had been targeted by a Primeval Vicious Beast. He subconsciously tensed all his muscles, and his red hair moved without wind.

The Qilin Bloodline within him boiled, letting out a low, warning roar. He stared intently at Fang Hanyu, treating him as a formidable enemy!

The sense of threat this person gave him was even greater than that of Wang Zhan before!

"No need to be nervous."

Xiao Ruobai's voice rang out at the right moment, carrying a hint of imperceptible gentleness.

He looked at Fang Hanyu and nodded slightly: "You've arrived."

Then he said to Kirin Son: "This is my Junior Brother, Sword White Robe."

Kirin Son was shaken upon hearing this. His tensed muscles slowly relaxed, but the vigilance in his eyes had not completely faded.

He could sense that this Sword White Robe's Realm seemed similar to his Master's, but that pure Sword Dao sharpness made even him, a King Realm Great Demon carrying the Qilin Bloodline, feel a stinging pain on his skin.

Fang Hanyu glanced over Kirin Son, paused briefly on the Qilin Bloodline Aura circulating around him, and nodded slightly, considering it a greeting.

"Did Third Junior Sister and Little Fatty not come down the mountain with you?"

Xiao Ruobai asked.

"We came out together."

Fang Hanyu's voice was cool. "We ran into something midway and separated. They both have other destinations, but they should be safe."

Xiao Ruobai nodded, not pressing for details.

Fang Hanyu pondered for a moment, looked at Xiao Ruobai, and asked: "Senior Brother, you fought a battle with Wang Zhan. What do you think of him?"

Xiao Ruobai heard this, and a trace of approval flashed in his eyes: "He is indeed extraordinary. The Heavenly Azure Sacred Body lives up to its name, possessing limitless potential and a fairly resilient Heart-Nature. Among those of the same rank, those who can defeat him are probably few and far between."

His tone was calm, yet it was an extremely high evaluation.

"Indeed."

Fang Hanyu nodded. "A few days ago, I also fought a battle with him. It took more than three hundred moves before I managed to defeat him. This person's Heart-Nature and Comprehension Ability are both top-tier. He was not discouraged by defeat; instead, he made progress. He is a rare Prodigy."

Mo Yu, standing nearby, heard the conversation between the two.

Wang Zhan?! Defeated again?

After he and Xiao Ruobai left, he had been in seclusion here, unaware that Wang Zhan had been defeated by Sword White Robe again.

"Haha! How satisfying!"

He had suffered a crushing defeat to Wang Zhan back then, and now hearing that Wang Zhan had been defeated by his Master's Junior Brother, he immediately felt much more satisfied.

However, this feeling of satisfaction lasted only a moment before being replaced by a heavy feeling.

His Master, Xiao Ruobai, gave such a high evaluation of Wang Zhan, with undeniable appreciation in his words.

They both valued Wang Zhan so highly?

What about himself?

He carried the Qilin Bloodline and prided himself on being extraordinary, yet he had still been defeated so miserably by Wang Zhan.

With Xiao Ruobai's eyesight, he had long since taken in all the changes in Mo Yu's expression.

"Wang Zhan is indeed divinely gifted, but in the Contention of the Great Dao, what matters is not temporary victory or defeat, nor simply the nobility of one's Bloodline."

He paused!

"You carry the Qilin Bloodline, and your potential is equally immense. Cultivate diligently, temper your Bloodline, sharpen your Battle Heart, and in the future, there may very well be a day when you defeat him."

These words exploded like thunder next to Mo Yu's ear, dispersing the cloud of gloom in his heart.

He suddenly looked up at Xiao Ruobai, and a fiery flame reignited in his eyes.