395: Chapter 395 He's ridiculously strong, yet he still chooses to play it safe!

"Is this where Revered Master has always lived?"

When he stepped onto Zizhu Peak, the pores all over Qilin Son Mo Yu's body involuntarily expanded.

An unspeakable, extremely pure Spiritual Qi, accompanied by an indescribable Dao Rhyme, instantly surged into his limbs and bones, permeating every inch of his flesh and bones as a Qilin Divine Beast!

The richness and purity of this Spiritual Qi far exceeded any blessed land he had ever felt before, even surpassing the ancestral Spiritual Qi of the core Forbidden Ground of the Southern Region Demon Clan!

What was even more profound was that this Spiritual Qi seemed to naturally contain a certain Dao Rhyme.

Between breaths, it actually made the ancient Bloodline dormant in his body feel a faint sense of joy, and some obscure points in his past cultivation seemed to have become a little clearer.

Compared to the "fairly rich" Spiritual Qi outside the mountain, this was simply a difference between clouds and mud!

It was just that all the Spiritual Qi and Dao Rhyme were firmly locked within the range of this Zizhu Peak by an invisible, intangible, yet unimaginably powerful Formation or rule, and not a single bit leaked out!

From the outside, it naturally looked no different from ordinary mountains.

This was clearly a pure land of Dao independent of the world!

His huge body trembled slightly with excitement and awe, and his crimson-gold vertical pupils were filled with an incredible light.

So, the true supreme place was like this—returning to simplicity, with an inner universe!

Xiao Ruobai ignored the shocked Mo Yu on the side, circulated his Spiritual Qi, and restored his original appearance.

The camouflage Restriction on his body used to cover the secrets of heaven and change his aura also faded away like water waves.

Mo Yu had not yet recovered from the environment of this Zizhu Peak when he saw the earth-shattering changes in the four people, and he stood there dumbfounded.

What?

Revered Master? Battle Asura?

And their previous appearances and auras, like Sword White Robe and Azure Rakshasa, were all faked?!

Combined with the fact that when he first entered the Azure Profound Sect, it was a Sect that couldn't be more ordinary, Mo Yu felt that his cognition had been subjected to an unprecedented shock.

No wonder!

No wonder those Holy Lands, Ancient Sects, and Imperial Dynasties in the outside world used countless manpower and material resources, and even invited experts in heavenly secrets, but could never detect the exact roots of Revered Master and their lineage.

They could only guess that it was some terrifying orthodoxy with a long Legacy that lived in seclusion.

Who would have thought that Battle Asura, Sword White Robe, and Azure Rakshasa, who stirred up the winds and clouds in the Eastern Region and made the Prodigies of the same generation pale, came from such a plain-looking Sect on the edge of the Eastern Wasteland?

And the terrifying existence behind them who could destroy a Holy Land with a flick of a finger was sitting on this seemingly ordinary Zizhu Peak of this Sect, drinking tea leisurely!

This Azure Profound Sect, this Zizhu Peak, how could it be ordinary?

This was clearly performing the art of returning to simplicity and "pretend to be a pig to eat the tiger" to the extreme!

The confusion in Mo Yu's heart was gradually replaced by a kind of realization.

He looked at Xiao Ruobai and the others who had restored their original appearances and had peaceful and restrained auras.

He looked at this Zizhu Peak, which was simple on the outside but contained a universe on the inside.

This Sect, this style was simply outrageous!

Clearly so outrageously strong, yet still having to pretend to be a pig to eat the tiger!

When Disciples went down the mountain, they changed their appearances, hid their roots, and even used different names, making things mysterious.

The Sect itself was even more low-key to the point of being dust.

But once they made a Move, it was earth-shattering, sweeping everything away.

Who could have thought that the truth was like this?

At this time, Xiao Ruobai keenly captured this glance from his Revered Master and immediately took a step forward.

He bowed respectfully and said: "Reporting to Revered Master, this is a Prodigy of the Southern Region Demon Clan, Qilin Son Mo Yu. He voluntarily made a Bloodline oath to follow this Disciple."

Hearing this, Mo Yu came back to his senses, not daring to be negligent, and hurriedly stepped forward, lowered his head, and saluted in a muffled yet extremely respectful voice.

"Junior Mo Yu, pays respect to the Honored One. Having been favored by Revered Master, this Junior is willing to follow to the death, with no second heart, and implores the Honored One to grant permission."

Gu Changge's gaze stayed on Mo Yu for a moment, nodded slightly, and then looked at Xiao Ruobai and the others and said:

"You kid are not bad, you have learned to accept followers. How was this trip?"

Xiao Ruobai smiled apologetically:

"Replying to Revered Master, this time going down the mountain, I fought with several Prodigies such as Wang Zhan and Fakong, and encountered the secret calculation of the Western Region Buddha, experiencing life and death, and gained a lot. This Disciple has a deeper understanding of his own Dao."

Gu Changge nodded slightly, his gaze swept over Fang Hanyu, Ling Xi, and Wang Xiaopang, and seeing that although their auras were slightly fluctuating, their Foundation was more condensed, a flash of understanding passed through his eyes.

"It is good to have gains. Only by competing with top figures of the same generation can one see one's own shortcomings."

"Xiao Ruobai, your aura is heavy and condensed, your War God is more solid, and your Qi and blood are restrained; you have already begun to have the appearance of returning to simplicity. It seems that this trip has made you understand the truth that rigidity cannot last long, and you know how to restrain your edge and wait for the opportunity. Not bad."

Immediately after, he looked at Fang Hanyu on the side.

"Hanyu, your sword heart is becoming clearer, and the Chaos Sword Intent can already be integrated into ordinary Moves, handling weight as if it were light.

But you kill too much, and rigidity is easy to break. You need to know that a sword can also have feelings. When to unsheathe and when to sheath, you need to think more."

When his gaze turned to Ling Xi, Gu Changge's tone was slightly condensed: "Ling Xi, you have your own path, I don't need to say much. But the Dao Severing Finger is still a bit reluctant for you to perform forcibly with your current Realm.

In the future, do not act rashly before entering the Saint Realm. The Dao of Devouring focuses on control; do not let the power drive you."

Finally, he glanced at Wang Xiaopang, who was eager to try and full of confidence, with a hint of imperceptible amusement in his tone.

"Little Fatty, the Talisman Dao is not a minor Dao; it reaches the heavens and the earth. Do not just seek the ingenuity of its form; you should understand the resonance of its spirit.

In addition, although the Talisman Dao is a wonderful method for self-protection, it is ultimately an external reliance.

In the future, remember that Talismans are for use, and cultivation is the Foundation.

If you only focus on ingenuity and ignore the dao foundation, it will eventually be a mirror image in the water. You need to work harder on your own cultivation."

Hearing this, Wang Xiaopang's round face immediately collapsed, his eyebrows and eyes drooping into an 'eight' shape, looking just like an eggplant beaten by frost.

With a mournful face, but not daring to have any perfunctoriness, he nodded vigorously and said with a bit of fierce determination: "Yes, Master! This Disciple will remember! Tomorrow this Disciple will go to the Tower of the Prodigy! If I don't polish my Foundation solidly, this Disciple will not come out!"

After pointing out the four Personal Disciples, Gu Changge seemed to have just remembered something, and his gaze calmly fell back on Qilin Son Mo Yu.

It was this very moment!

Mo Yu only felt his whole body stiffen, as if hundreds of millions of invisible gazes had simultaneously penetrated his scales, flesh, and bones, reaching the deepest part of his Soul!

The ancient Qilin Bloodline flowing in his body involuntarily made a low and trembling roar under that gaze, as if it were worshipping, or perhaps fearing.

His cultivation, Divine Ability of Origin, and even the Legacy imprint deep in his Divine Soul, which he had practiced for many years, were all exposed at this moment, seen clearly by that calm gaze.