Young White Horse: I, Ye Dingzhi, offer sacrifice to the Banner of Ten Thousand Souls.

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“I think,” Baili Dongjun turned around, “I really should go back.”

“Then…” Mo Yi walked out of the stone tablet.

Baili Dongjun suddenly tilted his head back and fell to the ground, completely drunk.

"Old Yuan." Mo Yi flicked his sleeve, sending Baili Dongjun flying.

Old Yuan leaped up and caught Baili Dongjun, but Baili Dongjun suddenly became unaware and continued to sleep soundly.

Then, another three months passed.

Over the course of three months, Baili Dongjun finally mastered the Heavenly Skill of the Hanging Heaven to a level that satisfied him, and he practiced the Sea of ​​Fist technique again and again. Even Lao Yuan had learned this fist technique.

this day.

Mo Yi found Baili Dongjun and said, "It's time to go back."

"Time to go back." Baili Dongjun stretched.

Before leaving, Baili Dongjun suddenly asked, "During my recent travels to the immortal mountains, I have often seen Mr. Mo Yi sitting on the cliff overlooking the sea. I wonder what he is thinking about?"

Mo Yi's expression remained unchanged: "I'm thinking about the only thing I want to do in this life."

"The only thing to do?" Baili Dongjun was taken aback.

“Yes. I am different from you. I know what I want to do, and it is the only thing I want to do in this life.” Mo Yi stood up and looked at the mountaintop. “Let’s leave quickly.”

Baili Dongjun, however, seemed not to have noticed Mo Yi's urging and suddenly asked, "I wonder what Senior Mo Yi's opinion is on the matter of demonic possession?"

Mo Yi said calmly, "Becoming a demon... is nothing more than having an obsession."

"But from what I see, senior, you seem to have a deep-seated obsession." Baili Dongjun seemed to be implying something: "Has your senior been thinking about that matter you want to do?"

Mo Yi was silent for a while, then suddenly reminded him, "If we don't leave now, something undercurrent will start to stir up."

Baili Dongjun finally boarded the small boat, but instead of rowing, he turned around and said, "Do you remember when I mentioned a kind of wine called Meng Po's Soup?"

"I remember the wine of intoxication and debauchery." Mo Yi nodded.

"That's the most wonderful wine in the world; it can make you forget many of your troubles."

“I think you, Senior Mo Yi, may look like a deity, but you have many things hidden in your heart. When the time comes, I will brew that half-finished Meng Po soup and send it to you. There is one last ingredient, the wine essence, on the island. Add it in, and the Meng Po soup will be ready.” Baili Dongjun said, looking at Mo Yi.

Mo Yi stood there with her back to him, looking at the sea tide: "Oh? What's that?"

"It's the Sorrow-Breaking Grass, growing among the cliffs. I discovered it a few days ago. But right now, I don't want to forget anything. Otherwise, I really would like to brew a pot of Meng Po soup right now and taste it," Baili Dongjun said quietly. "The most magical wine in the world."

Having said that, Baili Dongjun, propping himself up with his oars, slowly departed.

Mo Yi gazed at the small boat adrift on the ocean waves, her eyes flickering slightly.

"The Soup of Oblivion...?"

"I really want to try it!"

Mo Yi seemed to see a little girl in green clothes again.

"Let's forget about it, or we'll forget about Little Greenie."

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A large ship was moored outside Three Snake Island.

A man wearing a light veil that obscured his face leaned against the side of the boat, gazing into the distance, and slowly said, "Immortal mountains overseas, Penglai Island. Does such a place truly exist in this world?"

“If Master says it exists, then it definitely exists,” said a man dressed in black who was leaning against the side of the boat.

The captain beside him wiped the sweat from his brow and took a puff of his pipe: "Since you've offered such a generous sum, we're willing to make the trip. But I've told you many times, no one can cross this sea. All the ships that tried to go have sunk."

"I didn't ask you to come over, did I?" The man in black yawned. "Just wait here."

The captain asked quietly, "How long?"

"Wait until someone comes over there." The man in black yawned again.

The captain laughed: "What if no one comes?"

The man in black shrugged: "Then let's go to the island and catch some snakes to eat. If we eat them for a year or two and no one comes, we'll go back."

The captain finished his pipe and said in a low voice, "Young master, you're quite the joker."

"I'm not joking." The man in black touched the long sword at his waist slightly.

The captain felt a chill. He had witnessed this man's swordsmanship when he was on land. They had been at sea for three months without incident, so he had been less cautious in his words. But the moment the man touched the sword, he clearly sensed a hint of killing intent.

The captain could only nod, then turned and glanced into the distance, momentarily stunned: "A...a ship is coming."

Although it's called a boat, it's actually just a small boat.

Above, a man in white is standing with his arms outstretched and his eyes closed, seemingly practicing internal energy.

“That person…” the captain said, frowning.

"He's using his internal energy to suppress that undercurrent." The man in black exclaimed, "Junior Brother... he's already this strong?"

Baili Dongjun opened his eyes, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and glanced at the ship.

Then he lightly touched the ground with his toes and leaped toward the ship.

"My two senior brothers, it's been a long time!" Baili Dongjun landed on the deck and said with a smile.

"Junior Brother, your strength has improved so much in just a few months?"

Mo Xiaohei scrutinized Baili Dongjun for a long while, never expecting that in less than half a year, Baili Dongjun had already stepped into the Great Free and Unfettered Realm!

He was only a hair's breadth away from reaching that half-step divine realm!

You should know that just a few months ago, Baili Dongjun didn't even have the Free and Unfettered Heaven Realm!

"Haha, just lucky!" Baili Dongjun said, but his face was full of smugness.

"By the way, how did you know I was going back and waited for me here?"

Liu Yue said with a smile, "Some time ago, my master sent me a letter saying that he was about to travel far away."

“Master calculated that it should be about time for you to leave the island, so he sent me and my sixth brother to pick you up.”

Upon hearing this, Baili Dongjun nodded.

At this moment, Liu Yue suddenly sighed and said, "A lot has happened in the past six months while you were gone."

Liu Yue pulled Baili Dongjun towards the cabin: "It will take a long time to get back to shore. I'll tell you slowly."

Mo Xiaohei followed him inside: "I put a lot of wine in the cabin. It's been a long journey, so I prepared this especially for you. And I think you'll definitely want to drink a lot of wine from now on."

As the sun sets and the moon rises, the sky is filled with stars.

Baili Dongjun lay on the deck, gazing at the sky in a daze, the sea breeze blowing, with an empty jar of wine beside him.

"Six months ago, in the northwest of Beili, the various clans and tribes on the ice plains were suddenly gathered together by a force, which eventually called themselves the Demonic Sect. There have been forces like the Demonic Sect in the history of Beili, but their original names were either the Great Bright Sect or the Great Bright Sect. They were only called the Demonic Sect because of their evil and wicked behavior."

"This is the first time I've seen someone who calls themselves a demonic sect. Since establishing their sect, they have frequently harassed the northern border. Moreover, these people are not ordinary rioters, but are mostly people with superb martial arts skills."

"The Northern Li region also gathered experts to fight against the demonic sect, but none of them could defeat them. Until last month, three senior martial arts masters at the Free and Unfettered Realm planned to go and eliminate the demonic sect, but they all returned severely injured, their skills completely destroyed. They said that the person who injured them claimed to be Ye Dingzhi."

Baili Dongjun picked up the wine jar, poured some into his mouth, but not a drop of wine remained.

Chapter 57 Ye Dingzhi: Is it painful? I'll let you witness the annihilation of the Xiao clan with your own eyes!

On the cliff edge, a man holding a silver spear stood with a blade of grass dangling from his mouth, looking down at the commotion below. Behind him stood several young men dressed in white with long swords at their waists, quietly awaiting his command.

"Wushuang City is going to be in big trouble again this time." The man curled his lip, his tone slightly disdainful.

Below the cliff, a group of people rode past on horseback. The three leading figures had white hair and beards, yet still exuded an extraordinary aura, clearly indicating that they were experts who had entered the Free and Unfettered Heaven Realm.

“Three old men came, then three more old men. So what if they're in the Free and Unfettered Realm? They haven't even reached the Great Free and Unfettered Realm after all these years. With this kind of strength, they think they can fight that guy Ye Dingzhi?” The man spat out the foxtail grass in his mouth, turned his head and said, “Don't you think so, my old friend?”

"Ye Dingzhi".

Clad in purple robes, with long hair flowing down his back, Ye Dingzhi appeared so suddenly that the other four young men were completely unaware of him, as if he were a ghost. The four men were startled and hastily drew their swords, aiming them at Ye Dingzhi.

Ye Dingzhi floated directly between them and stood in front of the man with the gun, causing the four men's swords to shatter instantly.

"Sikong Changfeng." Ye Dingzhi's voice was slightly hoarse.

"Thinking about it carefully, this is only our second meeting." Sikong Changfeng brandished his spear. "Perhaps we can't even be considered friends. Although I almost lost my life for you the first time we met. I wonder if my life will really be taken the second time we meet."

Ye Dingzhi's expression remained unchanged as he indifferently looked at Sikong Changfeng: "You're stronger than those old guys down there."

Sikong Changfeng gently twirled his hand, and the long spear began to spin rapidly in place: "Whether it's strong or not, perhaps only after fighting it will we know."

Ye Dingzhi nodded: "Okay."

With a light tap of his toes, he instantly appeared in front of Sikong Changfeng. He raised his long sleeves, swung them sharply, and slammed them heavily onto the ground, shattering the entire cliff.

"Is this the legendary Illusory Mind Technique?" Sikong Changfeng leaped up, pointed his spear to the sky, gently closed his eyes, spun around slightly, and then swung it down fiercely.

Dragon Transformation!

Ye Dingzhi could shatter a cliff with a single palm strike, but Sikong Changfeng's Dragon Transformation had also overwhelmed the giant tide at the seaside.

"But it is a terrifying dragon." Ye Ding took a step back, raised his long sleeves, and forcefully blocked the spear.

But Sikong Changfeng did not retreat. Suddenly, a dragon appeared, transforming itself three times in one go. Sikong Changfeng instantly created three spear energies, but they did not affect Ye Dingzhi in the slightest.

"Rise!" Ye Dingzhi suddenly stood up, his long sleeves billowing out, his true energy surging like a tide.

"What a domineering martial art! It doesn't use weapons or fists and palms; it relies solely on internal energy to fight." Sikong Changfeng exclaimed in amazement, sheathing his spear and taking several steps back.

The outcome was already clear in their first encounter.

The other four young men all looked amazed. After all, in the legends, all those who faced this leader of the Demonic Cult were quickly defeated, while Sikong Changfeng's spear strike had only put him at a slight disadvantage.

“You are even stronger than Baili Dongjun, whom I met back then,” Ye Dingzhi said in a deep voice.

"It's a pity that Ji Ruofeng hasn't issued a martial arts ranking for many years, otherwise I would also like to know who is stronger between me and Baili." Sikong Changfeng shrugged.

"I didn't finish my sentence. Although your martial arts are stronger than Baili Dongjun's back then, they're still useless." Ye Dingzhi lightly paused, and a gust of wind and thunder rose from the ground!

Sikong Changfeng frowned slightly and gripped his spear tighter.

Ye Dingzhi's aura suddenly changed, becoming extremely oppressive, intimidating, and demonic.

His entire body was shrouded in a blood-red mist, making him look extremely terrifying.

Ye Dingzhi paused slightly, yet the four men were all forced to the ground, unable even to sit up under the pressure of his true energy. Only Sikong Changfeng, under such power, only broke out in a sweat, and tightened his grip on his gun.

"This must be the true ninth level of the Illusory Thought Technique," Sikong Changfeng forced a smile. "It's said that only the master himself can defeat this level."

Ye Dingzhi stepped forward: "But Li Changsheng won't come, because he, like me, is very disappointed with Beili."

“We are all very disappointed with Beili,” Sikong Changfeng said slowly.

Sikong Changfeng abruptly stopped with his spear, forcefully suppressing Ye Dingzhi's imposing aura. "This cannot be a reason for us to destroy Beili!"

"Only by destroying can we rebuild!" Ye Dingzhi unleashed a palm strike that shook thousands of mountains and stirred up countless tides.

"How many people will have to shed blood for the reconstruction!" Sikong Changfeng pointed his spear into the sky, summoning a fierce wind.

The two passed each other.

Sikong Changfeng's spear split in two, he spat out a mouthful of blood, and knelt on the ground.

Ye Dingzhi did not turn back, but leaped down and rushed towards the troops of Wushuang City at the foot of the mountain.

"You scum from Wushuang City, do you intend to kill me, Ye Dingzhi!"

"Form the formation!" The leading elder immediately reined in his horse and shouted loudly as he looked at Ye Dingzhi, who had suddenly appeared from the mountain.

The group immediately dismounted and drew their swords. Wushuang City possessed more than a dozen top-tier sword formations, which often allowed them to kill opponents far stronger than themselves.

This time, the core of the sword formation was guarded by three elders of the Free and Unfettered Heaven Realm. Even if a master of the Divine Travel Profound Realm came, they were confident that they could kill him.

But having confidence and having confidence are two different things.

Sikong Changfeng, leaning on his broken spear, struggled to his feet and said to the four disciples who had recovered, "Light the beacon fire and send the others over immediately!"

"Wushuang City and the others?" A disciple looked down the mountain.

"The power of Wushuang City has declined sharply in recent years, and now they're trying to rebuild by killing Ye Dingzhi. They're being far too naive. The current Ye Dingzhi is far beyond their capabilities!"

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With Ye Dingzhi's rebirth.

The whole world was plunged into panic once again.