Chapter 841: On the Importance of Having a Powerful Backer

At the other end.

On a cliff over a thousand zhang tall in Sanqingzhou, the storm clouds slowly dispersed, and heaven and earth returned to clarity, yet the might of the heavenly tribulation still pressed down, forcing all birds and beasts within a thousand li to cower.

“That kid with the surname Lu.”

A True Lord of Sanqing Sect gazed with his hands behind his back.

If any other family’s brat had dared beat his disciple and then break through on his own sect grounds, he would’ve crushed the brat outright.

Such a disrespectful junior.

He’d do better to grow some sense in his next life.

It didn’t matter if the tribulation killed him—but what if it damaged the flowers and grass on the mountain?

But this Lu kid, the little demon, was entirely different; who in Sanqing Sect didn’t know he was that esteemed True Lord Xuanjing’s precious treasure?

Who is True Lord Xuanjing?

Among all Sanqing Sect’s True Lords, he ranks third in age!

In the cultivation world, age alone doesn’t guarantee power—but senior True Lords are never to be trifled with; having lived a thousand years, their depth is terrifying, and no one dares provoke them.

If he dared raise a hand.

His shadow would surely appear in True Lord Xuanjing’s mirror.

Who isn’t afraid?

Now look at the square not far away.

The handsome young man who had just passed the Soul Division Tribulation smiled and bowed to the terrified crowd around him: “Ladies and gentlemen, if you have time in the future, feel free to visit Xu Jing Mountain.”

Centered on him, half the mountain had been reduced to charred black.

Even with divine arts, it would take considerable effort to restore it to its former state.

With that,

he strode away with complete disregard.

Who could have imagined that this boy had just beaten every Heavenly Realm cultivator on the mountain, then openly underwent tribulation on their territory, and still walked away with such arrogance?

What can you say? He’s naturally gifted.

He reached Soul Division in less than a hundred years.

Even a True Lord reincarnated before him would seem inferior.

Such talent.

In other immortal sects, he’d likely be killed for possessing such power—but lucky for him, he was born in Sanqing Sect, where he’d long since become a favorite of those few old Daoists.

Perhaps only when he seeks enlightenment will danger arise.

Until then,

the path is clear!

‘He’s developed quite the invincible aura.’

Lu Chuan thought to himself.

Over the years, he’d fought nearly every Heavenly Realm cultivator in Sanqing Sect, naturally cultivating an invincible aura.

It’s useless to him personally, but immensely beneficial to his main body’s [Zhen Wu Lin].

As for why he could break through so quickly—who in the Heavenly Realm could cultivate using the primordial source of the Immortal Dao?

Not to mention the Dao Seed hidden in his purple mansion.

Fast breakthroughs are normal.

Perhaps within a hundred years, he’ll reclaim his position as True Lord.

Thinking this,

he glanced into his purple mansion at the [Zuo Wang Yuan].

‘Three Proofs.’

In the Dong Provincial Military Commander Mansion.

“Elder, even if heaven itself blocks our path, your power will surely carve it open.”

Cui He flattered.

Li Rui had been silent until now—but when he spoke, the world trembled.

At only Mid-Body Integration, he’d broken into the Top Hundred of the Celestial Register—actually, the Top Sixty. Remember, nearly everyone there is Fully Realized Body Integration.

Li Rui’s Dao Seed is heavily skewed—focused solely on destruction.

Purely in terms of killing power,

he could rank in the Top Thirty!

‘No wonder Master Tianji was willing to bet—if he truly attains enlightenment, maybe I can become a True Lord too?’

Cui He thought.

Though he was a fragment of Huanglong True Lord, he lacked Lu Chuan’s fortune—he’d never developed his own consciousness and could never receive even a scrap of help from Huanglong True Lord; his path was even harder than that of ordinary cultivators.

To become a True Lord, Li Rui was his only hope.

“Little He, was your past life like this too?”

Li Rui smiled lightly.