899: Chapter 900 The Spirit Spring Takes Shape

Zhao Qian's robes fluttered in the air, and his profound Dao power at the ninth level of the Heaven-Reaching Realm was released without reservation.

The thick Spiritual Qi transformed into phantom images of rolling mountains around him, firmly sealing off a large area of the sky.

Over a hundred Core Disciples from Xuanwu Peak followed closely behind, splitting into two sides to form a siege.

Each of them held weapons with fierce gazes, clearing out scattered Cultivators in the vicinity in advance and forbidding anyone from approaching the core of the Spirit Spring.

"Senior Brother Zhao, many Prodigies from various peaks have already arrived at the periphery; Tianjian Peak Personal Disciple Bai Wuchen, Ziyang Peak Personal Disciple Yanlie, and Biluo Peak Personal Disciple Chu Dao are all on their way."

A trusted aide stepped forward and reported in a low voice.

Zhao Qian's gaze swept indifferently across the winding mountain paths in all directions, his tone full of disdain:

"They are just a bunch of clowns. The Wanxiang Spirit Spring can only be mine. Whoever comes today, I will suppress."

As Zhao Qian's voice fell, his gaze swept coldly over the area below, and the curve of determination at the corner of his mouth never faded.

Below, countless Disciples were surging in like a tide.

Some rode swords on the wind, some rode Yao Beasts, some ran on foot, and some were covered in blood yet refused to stop.

The temptation of the Wanxiang Spirit Spring was enough to drive anyone mad.

In just half an hour, thousands of Disciples had gathered around the mid-level valley where the Spirit Spring was located.

Moreover, the number continued to increase, and large groups of Cultivators were still arriving from every corner of the Secret Realm.

However, when these people saw the white figure above the valley, most of them slowed their pace in unison.

Many even stopped directly.

"Zhao Qian, why is he here?"

"He actually arrived before everyone else; how can we compete for it now?"

"Ninth level of the Heaven-Reaching Realm—who can snatch food from his hands?"

Amidst the whispers, many people's expressions turned ugly.

"Hmph, so what if it's Zhao Qian? The Opportunity of the Spirit Spring belongs to those who are worthy; it's not his family's backyard!"

A Core Disciple from Ziyang Peak snorted coldly and stepped forward.

Spiritual Qi surged around him; he was clearly at the eighth level of the Heaven-Reaching Realm, and he was obviously quite confident in his own strength.

However, as soon as he finished speaking, Zhao Qian didn't even look at him, simply raising his hand casually and pressing down lightly.

Boom!

An invisible, majestic pressure descended from the sky, and the ground beneath the Ziyang Peak Core Disciple instantly cracked.

He felt as if he were being suppressed by an invisible mountain; his legs buckled, and he was forced to kneel on the ground, his knees smashing into the gravel, bleeding profusely.

"Ugh..."

He flushed red, desperately trying to stand up, but that pressure weighed on his shoulders as if it were tangible.

No matter how he struggled, he couldn't move an inch.

Those who were initially unconvinced and wanted to stand out instantly gave up, not daring to even breathe loudly.

Zhao Qian slowly withdrew his hand, his gaze sweeping indifferently across the crowd.

"Who else wants to try?"

His voice was not loud, but it clearly entered the ears of everyone present.

No one answered; the valley with thousands of people was deathly silent.

Zhao Qian withdrew his gaze with satisfaction, no longer paying attention to the ant-like onlookers, and turned his gaze to the Spirit Spring that was slowly taking shape below.

The seven-colored radiance grew stronger, and the Origin water of the Spirit Spring had begun to gush from the ground, emitting an intoxicating fragrance and Dao Rhyme.

However, at this moment, several powerful auras rose from different directions almost simultaneously, steadily resisting the pressure Zhao Qian had unleashed across the scene.

Everyone turned to look.

On the east side of the valley, a young man dressed in the Personal Disciple attire of Tianjian Peak stood in the air, holding a simple, ancient sword in his arms.

Although the sword was not drawn, wisps of Sword Intent spontaneously overflowed, cutting through the surrounding air.

"Tianjian Peak Personal Disciple, Bai Wuchen!"

Someone exclaimed in a low voice.

Bai Wuchen, a top Sword Cultivator of Tianjian Peak, at the ninth level of the Heaven-Reaching Realm, second only to the Chief Personal Disciple.

His feat of obtaining an ancient sword of the Heavenly Monarch level in the ancient Sword Tomb and sweeping away three top Prodigies with one sword strike had long spread throughout the entire Secret Realm.

His arrival meant that Zhao Qian would face his first real opponent in the competition for the Spirit Spring.

On the west side of the valley, a fiery red figure also stood in the air.

Ziyang Peak Personal Disciple Yanlie, with red hair draped over his shoulders and blazing flames surging around him, caused the air beneath his feet to be scorched and distorted.

At the ninth level of the Heaven-Reaching Realm, he was bellicose by nature.

He crossed his arms over his chest, staring intensely at the Spirit Spring, a rebellious smile hanging at the corner of his mouth.

Not far away, Biluo Peak Personal Disciple Chu Dao had also arrived.

On a high rock on the south side of the valley, a group of figures stood quietly.

At the lead was a woman dressed in the Personal Disciple attire of Tianyuan Peak, with a cold appearance and an otherworldly temperament.

A layer of faint cyan spiritual light lingered around her, as if she had merged with the heavens and earth.

Behind her stood three Disciples also dressed in Tianyuan Peak attire, whose cultivation was clearly at the eighth level of the Heaven-Reaching Realm.

Each of them had steady auras and sharp gazes; they were clearly the core elite of Tianyuan Peak.

"Tianyuan Peak Personal Disciple, Su Wanyue!"

Someone exclaimed in a low voice, with a hint of awe in their tone.

Tianyuan Peak was the main peak of the Sect Master, with an exalted status; as a Personal Disciple of Sect Master Liu Zhenshan, Su Wanyue was also at the ninth level of the Heaven-Reaching Realm.

She was proficient in the Dao of formations, and very few people had seen her use her full strength.

And the three Core Disciples behind her were a force that could not be ignored.

At this moment, the eyes of the five were all fixed on the seven-colored Spirit Spring that was gushing out.

A flash of heat passed through their eyes simultaneously.

The Wanxiang Spirit Spring was a once-in-ten-thousand-year occurrence.

If one could obtain the core Origin, cleanse the marrow, cut the meridians, and reshape their dao foundation, they could stand shoulder-to-shoulder with those four legendary Chiefs.

That was the highest honor for the new generation of the Tianyuan Sect, enough to drive any Prodigy mad.

The five major forces each marked out an area, secretly guarding against one another, waiting only for the Spirit Spring to fully take shape before fighting.

At this time, among the mountains, five figures from different directions were speeding toward the valley at full speed.

Fang Han wore plain clothes, his Sword Intent restrained yet hidden with sharpness, while faint Qilin light flowed around Mo Yu.

Dong Li's figure was elusive, using the trees to cover his tracks, leaving not a trace of his aura.

Runes flickered beneath Wang Xiaopang's feet as he ran wildly.

Avoiding scattered Cultivators along the way, the group tacitly converged in a mountain hollow.

Before long, Xiao Ruobai also arrived, breaking through the clouds and mist; the five gathered in a hidden cliff cave, looking out at the Spirit Spring valley below, which was a vast ocean of Spiritual Qi.

"So many people." Wang Xiaopang clicked his tongue, "Is it possible that half the Disciples of the Secret Realm have come?"

No one answered him, because everyone could see that the slopes around the valley below were packed with heads, numbering at least several thousand.

In the center of the valley, five powerful auras confronted each other across the air; even from a distance of hundreds of feet, one could still feel the suffocating pressure.

"Those five should be the Personal Disciples from each peak." Mo Yu's gaze was solemn.

"All of them are at the ninth level of the Heaven-Reaching Realm."

Right at this moment.

Hum!

In the center of the Spirit Spring, a seven-colored pillar of light shot into the sky, piercing the clouds.

The entire Spirit Spring had completely taken shape, the pool water surging, with ten thousand rays of colorful light.

Extremely dense life essence and Dao Rhyme permeated from the pool, shrouding the entire valley.

"The Spirit Spring has formed!"

Someone shouted.

This shout was like lighting a powder keg, instantly detonating the entire scene.