The clouds suddenly changed

Nightmare was anxious to return.

His Middle Nascent Soul Stage cultivation gave him the ability to initially tear through the Void Realm for short-distance travel.

He no longer needed to rely on a spirit boat or flight; wherever his mind reached, his body would merge into the Void Realm, and when he reappeared, he was already a hundred miles away.

The formidable and vast territory of the Nether Ghost Domain retreated rapidly beneath his feet.

Along the way, he occasionally encountered some blind Yao Beasts or rogue Cultivators blocking the path, and even a patrol squad from the Sky Patrol Alliance attempted to intercept and question this "suspicious" Cultivator.

The result was without suspense.

Nightmare did not even pause; the mere trace of Nascent Soul pressure naturally emitted from his body while traveling was enough to make those Golden Core Stage Yao Beasts and rogue Cultivators tremble with fear and collapse to the ground.

As for that squad of Sky Patrol Alliance Cultivators led by a Late Golden Core Stage practitioner, they were brushed away by a wave of Nightmare's sleeve from afar the moment they came within a hundred-mile radius.

Boom!

Like a violent wind sweeping away fallen leaves, the squad, along with their flying Magical Artifacts, instantly turned into dust and dissipated between heaven and earth, leaving not even a trace behind.

The might of a Nascent Soul cannot be offended!

Several days later, those familiar, relatively Spiritual Qi-rich mountains of the Southern Region came into view.

The mountain gate of the Flowing Cloud Sect was right there, amidst the swirling clouds and mist.

The closer he got, the colder and calmer Nightmare's state of mind became.

The hatred, forbearance, and planning of the past had now all turned into indifference supported by absolute strength.

For him, revenge was no longer an emotional release, but a task that needed to be completed, like sweeping the dust from his doorstep.

He did not directly break into the Flowing Cloud Sect.

Instead, he first arrived at a remote valley a hundred miles away from the Flowing Cloud Sect's mountain gate.

Deep in the valley, hidden was a concealment Formation he had meticulously set up before he left.

Inside the Formation was the ice chamber where his younger sister, Ye Li, was frozen.

The Formation was intact and had not been disturbed.

Nightmare waved his hand to break the Restriction and walked inside.

Cold air permeated the space; within the black ice, Ye Li was still sleeping quietly, her face pale, her breath as weak as a candle in the wind, relying entirely on the black ice and the Formation to sustain her last thread of life.

Looking at his sister's appearance, the eternal coldness in Nightmare's eyes finally flashed with a trace of imperceptible gentleness and heartache.

But immediately, this emotion was replaced by an even firmer coldness.

"Li'er, brother is back."

He whispered to himself, his fingers brushing over the cold black ice, "Soon, you will be able to wake up.

For everyone who has hurt you, brother will make them pay the price."

He carefully checked Ye Li's condition and confirmed that there was no deterioration.

Then, he took out the "nine nether soul-returning grass" obtained from the Soul Burying Valley.

The small grass was crystalline like jade, emitting a gentle and powerful Soul fluctuation.

Nightmare carefully plucked the smallest leaf and used his Nascent Soul True Fire to refine it into a drop of emerald green, pure liquid containing a massive Soul Origin.

Then, he joined his fingers like a blade, opened a tiny channel on the black ice, and precisely guided the emerald green liquid drop into the center of Ye Li's eyebrows.

Hum!

Ye Li's body trembled slightly, and a faint flush of color instantly appeared on her pale face.

Her extremely weak Divine Soul aura, as if injected with a powerful source, began to stabilize at a speed visible to the naked eye and slowly strengthened!

Although it would still take time for nourishment and more medicinal power for her to wake up, the biggest hidden danger—the threat of her Divine Soul scattering—had been resolved!

Nightmare breathed a slight sigh of relief.

He reinforced the Formation outside the ice chamber, making it even more hidden and solid than before, sufficient to withstand the probing and attacks of an Early Nascent Soul Stage Cultivator.

After doing all this, he resolutely turned around, his gaze fixed in the direction of the Flowing Cloud Sect.

Next, it was time to collect some interest.

Flowing Cloud Sect, mountain gate plaza.

Today seemed to be the day of the Outer Sect Disciple competition; the plaza was bustling with noise, thousands of Outer Sect Disciples gathered there, the light of Spells flashed on the arenas, and shouts were heard incessantly.

Several Inner Sect Elders sat on the high platform, observing the competition, occasionally nodding and commenting.

It was a scene of prosperity and flourishing growth.

However, just at this moment.

An indescribable terrifying pressure, like a ten-thousand-foot mountain, descended suddenly and without warning upon the entire Flowing Cloud Sect mountain gate!

Boom!

In an instant, all the sounds on the entire plaza came to an abrupt halt!

All Disciples, whether they were competing on the arenas or watching from below, felt as if an invisible giant hand was gripping their throats; their Spiritual Qi instantly solidified, and they couldn't even move a finger!

Those with weaker cultivation simply rolled their eyes and fainted on the spot!

The few Golden Core Stage Inner Sect Elders on the high platform also turned pale, stood up abruptly, their eyes filled with horror and desperation, desperately urging their mana, but it was like an ant trying to shake a tree; under that vast pressure, even standing became extremely difficult!

"Na... Nascent Soul powerhouse?!"

The leading Late Golden Core Stage Elder's teeth chattered as he struggled to spit out the words.

Who is it? Which Old Ancestor has arrived? Why are they so hostile?

Under the gaze of all the terrified eyes, a black figure, as if walking out of the Nine Nether Hell, appeared silently in the sky above the center of the plaza.

His face was sallow, his aura ordinary, but those eyes were as cold as ten-thousand-year ice; just a single glance was enough to make people feel like they had fallen into an ice cave, freezing their Divine Soul!

"Within ten breaths, let Li Daoyuan get out here to see me."

The indifferent voice was not loud, but it exploded like thunder in the depths of everyone's Divine Soul, carrying unquestionable majesty and... cold killing intent!

Li Daoyuan! Sect Master of the Flowing Cloud Sect, a Perfected Golden Core Cultivator!

The newcomer actually called the Sect Master by his name and told him to "get out"?!

The Elders on the high platform were shocked and angry, but the terrifying pressure left them without even the courage to open their mouths to question!

"Sen... Senior..."

The Late Golden Core Stage Elder braced himself and barely cupped his hands, "May I ask for your name, Senior? What is the purpose of seeking our Sect Master? Perhaps..."

"Five breaths remaining."

Nightmare didn't even look at him, interrupting coldly.

The Elder immediately broke out in a cold sweat, the rest of his words stuck in his throat.

The entire Flowing Cloud Sect fell into a silent fear.

The Sect-protecting Formation seemed to be alarmed and began to shine, but under that terrifying Middle Nascent Soul Stage pressure, the Formation's light screen shook violently, flickering, and could not be fully activated at all!

"What expert has arrived at my Flowing Cloud Sect to bully the younger generation like this? Doesn't that lose your status a bit!"

Finally, a powerful aura soared into the sky from the back mountain of the main Peak, the voice filled with shock and anger.

A streak of light shot over, landing on the high platform of the plaza, transforming into a middle-aged Cultivator wearing Sect Master attire, with a dignified face and an aura reaching the Peak of the Perfected Golden Core.

It was the Flowing Cloud Sect Master, Li Daoyuan!

He felt Nightmare's unfathomable pressure and was horrified, but as the Sect Master, he had to bite the bullet and appear.

He looked at the strange figure in the air, forcing himself to appear calm: "Who exactly are you, Your Excellency? My Flowing Cloud Sect asks itself that we have never offended a Nascent Soul Senior, so why..."

Nightmare finally cast his gaze upon him, a gaze so cold that Li Daoyuan stiffened all over.

"Sect Master Li, you truly have a short memory."

Nightmare's voice carried a hint of mockery, "Back then, when you indulged your Disciples to severely injure my sister Ye Li and seize her Foundation, did you ever think of today?"

Li Daoyuan was stunned at first, then seemed to remember something; his face changed instantly, his eyes filled with disbelief!

"You... you are that devilish Cultivator Nightmare?! Impossible! You were clearly only..."

He didn't finish his sentence before stopping abruptly.

Because he met Nightmare's emotionless eyes, and the undisguised, pure, and terrifying Nascent Soul Devilish Qi on the other party!

It really was him! The devilish Cultivator who had been hunted down like a stray dog back then!

Not only was he not dead, but he had become... a Nascent Soul Devil Venerable?!

Endless fear instantly drowned Li Daoyuan!

"It seems you remember."

Nightmare slowly raised his hand, "Then, let blood be paid with blood."

"No! Senior, spare my life! There were other circumstances back then!"

Li Daoyuan screamed in terror, his Golden Core spinning frantically within his body, and a bell-shaped Magic Treasure was instantly summoned to protect his body!

"Noisy."

Nightmare simply flicked his finger.

Swish!

A tiny black finger-wind, ignoring spatial distance, instantly appeared in front of Li Daoyuan.

That defensive High Grade Spiritual Artifact ancient bell, the moment it was hit by the finger-wind, was like paper; its spiritual light instantly annihilated, and with a click, the bell body shattered into countless fragments!

The finger-wind's momentum did not diminish, easily piercing through all of Li Daoyuan's protective spiritual light and passing through the center of his eyebrows!

The terror and despair on Li Daoyuan's face froze instantly, and his eyes quickly dimmed.

His Golden Core and Divine Soul were completely annihilated under this one finger.

Thud.

The corpse collapsed limply to the ground.

The whole scene was deathly silent!

Everyone was scared out of their wits, their Souls flying away and spirits scattering!

The Sect Master of the Flowing Cloud Sect, a great Cultivator at the Perfected Golden Core, was actually... killed in seconds by the other party with a casual flick of a finger?!

Nightmare didn't even look at the corpse; his gaze swept over the Flowing Cloud Sect Elders and Disciples who were paralyzed with fear, and his cold voice rang out again:

"Today, only the principal culprit is executed."

"Those who participated in the persecution of my sister back then, cripple your own cultivation and get out of the Flowing Cloud Sect, and you may be spared."

"Otherwise, the Sect will be slaughtered."

After speaking, his figure slowly faded, as if merging into the Void Realm, and disappeared.

Leaving the entire Flowing Cloud Sect in boundless fear, silence, and chaos!

The might of a Nascent Soul Devil Venerable can decide the life and death of a Sect with a single word!

Nightmare did not leave too far; he hid in the Void Realm, watching the chaos of the Flowing Cloud Sect indifferently.

He always kept his word; if anyone dared to disobey, he wouldn't mind letting the Flowing Cloud Sect be wiped out from this day on.

His Divine Sense, like the shadow of the Grim Reaper, shrouded the entire Sect.

The reckoning had only just begun.