Chapter 390: The Many‑Treasures Daoist Has No Treasure

Thunder comes!

The girl gave a soft shout, raised her hand, and struck toward Mu Yi.

Boom—

Green lightning surged into the sky, turning into a mad dragon; the airflow collapsed, heaven and earth groaned, and in Mu Yi's eyes only this lightning remained.

Boom—

Nine green lightning dragons fiercely accompanied the girl's small palm as it struck down.

The Great Asura Dharma Aspect had now completely turned into a paper-mâché shell, unable to last even a second before being blown apart.

Mu Yi's eyes burned with fighting spirit, his blood surged within, his inner qi burst forth all around, and scarlet light spread over his entire body.

Stepping with the Heavenly Gang Step, he lifted his Great Xia Dragon Sparrow Sword with his right hand, breaking free from the lightning's pull in a carefree, unrestrained manner, like a caged bird spreading its wings to soar, implicitly bearing the momentum of heaven and earth.

The girl slapped her palm at empty space, her gaze astonished and wavering.

She saw Mu Yi's raised saber momentum reverse and fold, his whole body seeming to grow taller by a large margin, becoming a heaven‑standing, earth‑standing giant, gripping the saber tightly and chopping down heavily from above.

"Slash!" Mu Yi shouted violently.

At this moment, heaven and earth seemed to shrink to nothing, as if only this saber remained to be brought down.

Having learned Guan Sheng Dijun's sword technique, after watching the Daoist's demonstration, he gained new insight; this very strike already possessed one‑third of the true intent Guan Sheng Dijun had shown him when revealing the essence of his swordsmanship.

Boom—

A bolt of azure lightning shot up from the ground, straight toward this fierce, unyielding sword momentum.

Boom—

Countless lightning bolts exploded in midair, and Mu Yi advanced unstoppable through the sea of lightning.

His right‑hand sword momentum spent, he could not draw nearer; in a head‑on clash with the azure lightning dragon, even Mu Yi felt his whole body go numb and weak, a sense of emptiness and powerlessness.

But it didn't matter; his left hand still held a long sword.

A sword filled with benevolent‑righteous qi.

Benevolent‑righteous qi shot up to the heavens; the lightning scattering across the sky instantly lost its vitality, turning into specks of light that dissipated outward.

The Deep Blue Sword thrust forth, brilliant and dazzling, like an immortal flying from beyond the heavens.

When the sword tip met the lightning in his palm, a ringing of metal on metal sounded.

Both bodies shuddered violently, each retreating several hundred meters.

"We've reached the limit!"

The girl frowned, looking at the wound on her palm that would not heal.

Her body, tempered by lightning, was a rare indestructible diamond body of the Three Realms; even though not yet fully perfected, it could clash with divine weapons without disadvantage, but now that she had been cut, it proved her body had reached its limit.

No, it was not her body reaching its limit, but the essence of heaven and earth could no longer sustain this embodied form of hers.

From the start of the battle until just now, Mu Yi had kept the Hungry Ghost Dao open; the activated Heavenly Plague Seal and countless hungry ghosts constantly drained the girl's strength.

Thus she could no longer maintain even her indestructible diamond body.

This also proved that from this moment on, her chances of victory would only keep falling.

The girl knew that continuing to fight was meaningless; she had already exerted the limit of this body, yet even that limit could not overwhelm her opponent.

As her strength waned, her chances of victory grew ever slimmer.

In the past, she could not defeat the enemy before her.

Moreover, that saber strike and sword thrust just now were quite interesting; she wasn't sure whether she had felt them wrong.

However, that aura of cleaving everything was indeed quite interesting.

"Hey kid, what's your name!"

The girl was a bit annoyed; if she could summon a bolt of purple divine lightning, she could now reduce Mu Yi to ashes.

Unfortunately, with her demigod body, wanting to conjure purple divine lightning was pure fantasy; she could barely produce a single bolt of azure divine lightning, let alone the higher‑tier blue or purple divine lightning.

"Mu Yi!"

"Hmph, keep going; we'll surely meet again."

The girl gave a cold snort, then her form dissipated; the next moment Mu Yi returned to reality.

"Is anyone really able to finish this road?"

Mu Yi stared ahead with a slightly stiff expression at the bridge path, less than half of which he had traversed.

The first ten steps presented Legends; steps ten to twenty were high‑level Legends; twenty to thirty were Demigods; thirty to forty were powerful Demigods.

According to this pattern, what he would face next were opponents universally recognized as immortal‑god level within the multiverse.

To be frank, aside from the Humanity Dao Army, nothing else he had was of much use anymore.

"Huh~"

But having come this far, he had no reason to give up; even if he lost, he must lose in battle.

Mu Yi sat cross‑legged on the ground, began to adjust his condition, aiming to bring his state to its peak.

"Senior Mu, are you really human?" Li Bai had lost all ability to speak.

After witnessing Mu Yi's consecutive forty‑step battle, the revered, invincible master he once looked up to seemed no longer so towering in his heart.

"Want to give it a try? Keep challenging your master!"

Lily glanced at Li Bai, saw a hint of resolve in his eyes, and involuntarily spoke up.

"I'll go!" Li Bai gripped his divine weapon, a hint of resolve showing on his face.

Lily nodded; Li Bai was indeed a promising talent—seeing great power, he did not grow lax but instead felt the will to pursue it, which is quite rare and precious.

A person's limits are always self‑imposed; the path of seeking the Dao has never had any limits.

"Take this; if you can gather the ingredients, you can mix it yourself to activate your own bloodline and go further!"

Lily tossed out a bloodline‑purification prescription, which he had converted from medicinal herbs native to Jiuzhou, and which had been tested and matured on the Sea, Human, and Dragon clans.

Meeting is destiny; Li Taibai aspires to scale the summit, and Lily naturally will not be stingy in forming a good bond.

Mu Yi once told her that when encountering a talent that can be forged, regardless of gender or age, one can lend it a helping hand.

This is Jiuzhou's strongest survival secret technique.

After all, it's hard to say whether the forgeable talent you met might be the reincarnation of that big boss.

Mu Yi adjusts his condition to the peak and steps forward with one foot.

The surroundings change instantly, turning a vivid scarlet, and the heat rises wildly; a pillar of raging flame shoots skyward, the fire blazing so fiercely it nearly blocks the sun.

A hulking man with beard and hair all red stands within, like a demon god in fire.

"Still a demigod?"

Sensing that the person before him does not actually reach the Immortal‑God level as previously thought, Mu Yi still does not let his guard down.

Even without reaching the Immortal‑God tier, they are certainly a peer of the girl just now, certainly not a careless opponent.

"Fight!"

Mu Yi roars, grabs his sword, and charges into the sea of fire.

……

Boom—boom—boom!!!

Thunder roars across the sky, startling an unknown number of immortals nearby.

"Who provoked this auntie!"

"Better stay inside for the next hundred years; it'd be bad if you ran into a gun barrel!"

"Aaaah! So annoying, so annoying, so annoying!" The girl flips back and forth on her own bed.

No magical aura is seen, yet merely from emotional fluctuation she directly triggers the heavens' thunder.

"Third sister, what's this, why so angry!" A Daoist nun in a teal robe, with a delicate and charming face, rides on clouds and arrives.

The nun's hair is tied with a blue ribbon, her lips a hint of vermilion, her eyebrows emerald, and she rides not the usual five‑colored auspicious clouds of immortals but a plain teal cloud.

"Nothing, second sister!" The girl buries her head in the bed, unwilling to face the teal nun.

"You, after all these years, still have such a childlike heart!" the teal nun chuckles lightly, sitting beside the girl.

"If you don't say it, I'll go find big sister!"

"I lost!"

Hearing the teal nun mention big sister, the girl rolls over and rises, looking sullen.

"What?" the teal nun blinks.

"You went looking for trouble with the Twelve Golden Immortals of Yuxu Palace? Big sister said that past events are merely cause and effect; now the great calamity has passed, the karma is exhausted, why still seek trouble with them?"

"Not the Twelve Golden Immortals!" The girl sighs more bitterly; she'd rather lose to the Twelve Golden Immortals herself.

"You went looking for trouble with the Shangdong Eight Immortals? That's also off; who among them could defeat you? Could Lu Dongbin break the past and reclaim the throne of Donghua Emperor? Or has Xuandu intervened?"

"Not them either!"

The girl finds it hard to speak; as one who survived the great calamity and whose name shakes the Three Realms, losing to a newcomer from the lower world leaves her speechless.

Even with ranged control, limited strength, unfamiliarity with demigod‑level combat, and Mu Yi's divine weapon advantages, the fact remains: she lost.

"Aside from those Heavenly Patriarch Emperors, who in the Three Realms could defeat you?" the teal nun asks, even more puzzled.

"Second sister, don't ask!" The girl clings to the teal nun, beginning to act coquettishly.

"Alright, alright!" the teal nun giggles, knowing the girl won't save face; though curious, she stops probing.

"I..." the teal nun begins, but suddenly raises an eyebrow, reaches out and does a quick calculation.

"I see!"

"Second sister, you also lost?" the girl looks incredulous.

"I'm not like you, losing after fighting personally!" the teal nun covers her mouth, chuckles teasingly.

"Looks like our Biyou Palace will gain another disciple."

"Hmph, when the time comes he'll look good!"

"You still think you can bully the small? Wait and see how big sister will deal with you!" the teal nun points a finger at the girl's forehead.

"Though it's merely a projection Trial site, it's indeed rare; unfortunately it's a man, unable to enter my Three Immortal Island for cultivation."

The teal nun is the famed Bixiao Immortal, while the girl is Qiongxiao Immortal among the Three Xiao.

"I don't know if he can cross the final step!" Bixiao chuckles, even though she lost she is not as angry as Qiongxiao.

"How could anyone cross it!" Qiongxiao rolls her eyes, a bit helpless at Bixiao's speculation.

No one knows, and they themselves don't realize that their own big sister Yunxiao is one of the final steps of the test; being of the same realm, binding her with Bixiao makes it impossible to defeat Yunxiao.

"The master set this Four‑Nine test with purpose!"

"Escaping one of them—can anyone truly achieve it?"

Qiongxiao smirks, unless one is of Heavenly Patriarch Emperor caliber, no one could get through.

Yet after all these years, when did the number of Heavenly Patriarch Emperors ever increase, it may even have decreased by a few.

Even he himself is still far from that emperor position.

……

"Why does it feel... easier than before?"

Mu Yi cleaves the figure before him with a single slash.

A strangely‑faced being appears in reality; at this point he has basically matched the person with the memory.

Except for the first Qiongxiao, the others lack any genuine sense.

Flame‑within Immortal Luo Xuan, Bixiao Immortal, Turtle Spirit Holy Mother, and Black Cloud Immortal—these four are renowned, yet in actual combat they feel more like shadows of the past.

Though still powerful, they always give an unreal impression.

Contrarily, the foremost Qiong Xiao feels like a true person.

「I remember that Guiling Shengmu and Wuyun Xian are already the personal transmitted disciples and seven personal attendants of the Tongtian Sect Leader; who's next? 」

「Jingu Xian, Pilu Xian, Chang'er Dingguang Xian, Jinguang Xian... 」

Mu Yi took another step forward, but this time, what appeared before him were five silhouettes.

「Really or fake? 」

Mu Yi glanced over, and cold sweat poured from his forehead.

Strong!

A strength completely unlike before!

Although they still look like past shadows, the aura they emit is so powerful it frightens people.

Especially the person at the forefront, dressed in a blue Daoist robe, sitting atop seven-colored auspicious clouds, holding a huge yin-yang fish behind them, just a glance makes one feel boundless momentum.

A Daoist nun in a blue Daoist robe.

A dark-faced, thick-bearded Daoist riding a black tiger, holding a silver whip.

Just like a noble young master.

There is also a Daoist nun holding a treasure mirror, its golden light flashing, dazzling beyond compare.

「I, Duobao! 」 the foremost blue-clad Daoist suddenly said.

Then he pointed to the four people beside him and introduced them.

「Yunxiao, Kongxuan, Jinling, Zhao Gongming! 」

Each is a thunderous fame, also letting Mu Yi know what kind of great beings he faces.

However, he still didn't know that Kongxuan was actually a disciple of the Sect of the Cutting.

「Our strength will match yours! 」

「Choose one from among us five, defeat them, and you may enter the Azure Wander Palace and become a personal transmitted disciple. 」

Mu Yi froze; this is undoubtedly a great opportunity, one that could be fought over throughout the native lands of Jiuzhou, but for him it seems useless.

Although he has never seen Hou Tu Niangniang's true appearance, there is no doubt he is already clearly a registered disciple of Hou Tu Niangniang; changing sects and betraying the teachings is a major taboo.

After looking around, Mu Yi decided to choose Duobao; whether he passes or not is meaningless to him, so he might as well directly choose the one who looks strongest to test his skills.

He isn't sure which of them is stronger, but compared to the other four, Duobao Daoist's spiritual intellect is obviously different, more like Qiong Xiao.

Even if it's not a True Person descending, it must be a trace of a divided spirit.

「Brave! 」 Seeing Mu Yi choose him, Duobao Daoist was stunned for a moment, then praised from the heart.

「You have my imitation magic treasure on you; you should know the origin of my Daoist name Duobao, but do you know what my strongest magic treasure is? 」

Duobao Daoist rolled up his sleeves; with each word he spoke, Mu Yi felt an indescribable heavy pressure.

At this moment, what he faced seemed not Duobao Daoist, but the entire world, the entire world aiming at him.

「My strongest magic treasure is this fist! 」

Duobao Daoist has no treasure; this extreme contrast left Mu Yi stunned for a moment.

The next moment, a huge fist bombarded toward Mu Yi.

Unprecedented terror, as if the whole universe had nothing but this fist, and as if the whole universe accompanied this huge fist smashing toward Mu Yi.