69: Invincible

In the underground Cave, under the gaze of everyone, Qin Chuan pulled out the Wanmin Umbrella.

Under these circumstances, one of the rare three opportunities, Qin Chuan was not prepared to waste it easily.

Such a creative mode, if it doesn't spread through the ages, wouldn't it be inhuman?

He reached into his sleeve and pulled out the Qingfeng Sword.

"A true man born in this world should carry a three-chi sword and achieve an unparalleled feat!"

After saying that, the palm-sized Qingfeng Sword suddenly stretched.

Qingfeng Sword: "Hehe, I've gotten longer!"

This scene was just the beginning.

The three-chi Qingfeng pointed forward.

"Swing the sword to disperse the floating clouds, and all the feudal lords will come from the west!"

Where are the feudal lords?

"A great roc rises with the wind in a single day."

"The hall is filled with three thousand guests drunk on flowers, and one sword's light chills fourteen prefectures!"

"Wherever the sun and moon shine, all are subjects!"

Qin Chuan searched his mind, adding everything he could think of, regardless of whether it fit the current scene.

After all, if he missed this opportunity, it would probably be difficult to recreate it.

Qi entered his heroic intestines, seven parts of it scattered into the light of the laws of heaven and earth.

Three parts condensed into sword qi.

With a slight movement of his lips, it was the entire world!

At this moment, the scene within the underground cellar was different from half an hour ago.

Qin Chuan stood in the center, with dragon roars and tiger growls by his side, and a great roc constantly accompanying him.

The sun and moon shone brightly, positioned above his head.

Behind him, the three Hidden Dragon Guards were somehow empowered, all clad in golden armor and wielding dragon-slaying blades, like divine protectors.

Everyone in the field stared at this scene, dumbfounded.

Someone softly murmured, "A true, a true man should be like this."

Even so, Qin Chuan still felt that something was missing.

It wasn't that he was being too cautious; it was simply that since he had already used it, it would be a waste not to enjoy it to the fullest.

Immediately, his mind stirred:

He sang loudly:

"Rainbows as clothes and wind as horses, the lords of the clouds descend in a flurry, tigers beat the zither and luan birds pull the carriage, immortal beings are arrayed like hemp!"

In an instant, mist seemed to rise, and in this dark underground cellar, everyone seemed to see the palace of the azure heavens.

Clear wind as horses, sacred immortals arrayed in mid-air.

Fierce tigers played music, luan birds pulled carriages, and countless immortals held weapons, awaiting orders.

Qin Chuan looked at the scene before him, always feeling as if it might be a bit exaggerated.

And in this state, he always felt as though he had touched a certain limit.

In the ethereal realm, there seemed to be a will preventing him.

At first, it wasn't obvious, but now that will had almost materialized.

It clearly warned him: "Know when to quit, don't cause any more trouble!"

Heaven and earth couldn't bear it.

Qin Chuan chuckled awkwardly—it seemed he had indeed played a bit too big.

He looked up again at the abyss enemies.

Inside the cave, time seemed to have frozen.

Both allies and enemies were stunned by the light and shadow before them.

Regardless of its power, Qin Chuan's set of light and shadow effects was truly impressive.

As for the demon leader on the opposite side, it was even more bewildered by the scene before it.

It shrieked at Qin Chuan in terror.

Unfortunately, whether it was a threat or a plea for mercy, it was too late now.

Although the Wanmin Umbrella still had some duration left, Qin Chuan was not prepared to delay any longer.

Where the long sword pointed, the divine followed, and myriad intents of annihilation arrived in an instant.

The only thing the demons in the cave heard before their death was a foreign accent.

"...Annihilate!"

The shadows dispersed, the momentum vanished.

In an instant, the demon horde in front of him didn't even leave a trace.

Not only that, but it seemed that this attack overflowed, or perhaps Qin Chuan didn't really intend to control it.

Except for the Guozijian Students and their protectors, whom he deliberately avoided, the entire pit's area expanded by more than double!

As for why it's called a 'pit' and not an underground cellar.

That's because the earth above had completely disappeared, and the light of scattered stars and the moon's shadow projected down.

Apparently, those summoned immortal phantoms did it?

Qin Chuan shook his head; it didn't matter who did it, the key was—this matter wasn't over yet.

He looked forward, ignoring the Guozijian Students whose mouths were wide open in shock, their jaws almost dislocated, and looked towards the void.

In the middle of the large pit, in mid-air, the headless and tailless abyssal flow was still gushing.

Ever since he saw this thing spewing abyssal worms, Qin Chuan had matched it with something in his impression.

A tributary of the Abyssal Mother River.

If this concept isn't clear, it can be compared to an Angel Reincarnation Pool, or—a Zerg Broodmother.

In short, it's something with a similar concept.

This thing must be handled carefully.

So, should it be handed over to Great Zhou or...?

Suddenly, Qin Chuan's mind stirred. It would be a pity to just hand this thing over.

The duration of the Wanmin Umbrella was about to end, and he didn't have time to think much.

"Come."

He took out his only storage magic tool, the Bamboo Forest Map, and with a wave of his hand, he was about to put it in.

Perhaps it was due to the separation of worlds, the great distance.

Although Qin Chuan encountered some resistance in this process, he still succeeded.

He just looked at the still surging evil river, and Qin Chuan muttered during the last moments of the Wanmin Umbrella's duration.

"Trace to the source and purify!"

As his words fell, Qin Chuan felt an extremely malicious gaze from the ethereal realm fixed upon him.

Is it the power of the Abyssal Mother River?

He remained unmoved—continuing to remove the abyssal will from the river.

Given the opponent's size, his action was at most like plucking a leg hair.

There shouldn't be too much hatred, right?

Even if there is, the problem isn't big!

—It was Chen Chuan who stole a section of the Abyssal Mother River, what does that have to do with me, Qin Chuan?

After doing all this, Qin Chuan then turned his gaze to the scene.

The Guozijian Students had exhausted their literary qi and probably didn't even have the strength to stand.

As for the protectors, they weren't much better off.

How should he get them back?

"What are you going to do with that demonic nest?"

A question came from beside his ear.

Qin Chuan subconsciously replied, "There are many things that can be done with it. This can be a place of creation; give me a sow, and I can create a nation... Eh? Teacher?"

He looked up and indeed saw Wang Zhongshu standing in front of him, smiling.

Wang Zhongshu said with a smile, "Then you create it."

"Uh, cough, cough, Teacher, when did you arrive?"

Qin Chuan quickly changed the subject, otherwise, he suspected Wang Zhongshu would really get him a sow.

Wang Zhongshu didn't dwell on this question for long, raising his head high and cupping his hands.

"I arrived before you unleashed your divine power and commanded the immortals. With such a big commotion, I'm not the only one who came."

Qin Chuan followed his gaze and indeed saw a group of people at the top of the sinkhole, looking down towards them.

The Empress, the white-bearded old man, Duke of Lu...

Qin Chuan asked, "Then why didn't you, teachers, make a move?"

"Such a small scene, naturally, we left it to you young people. I just didn't expect you to create such a grand scene for us."

Did I give you a small knife to scrape your butt, an eye-opener?

After muttering to himself, Qin Chuan didn't say much more.

At this moment, the group of people above finally stopped their strong spectating.

The Empress slowly descended, her ethereal robes flowing with the wind, and the rest of the people followed her down.

"Greetings, Your Majesty."

"No need for formalities."

The Empress gazed at Qin Chuan, as if trying to discern something.

After a moment, she then spoke.

"Qiao County Son has foiled the demonic plot, annihilated countless enemies, and is hereby rewarded with ten thousand taels of gold, a thousand bolts of silk, and a mansion with land..."