Chapter 924

As for freedom and the like.

Better wait until this kid's natural lifespan ends before talking about that.

Just like that old fellow.

As Mao Xuan's voice fell.

Jiang Daoxuan's face showed a satisfied expression.

With his discernment, he could naturally see the other's extraordinariness.

Although he only had a mere Innate cultivation base, his body secretly harbored some kind of indescribable power.

Besides this, he also discovered that even using the Haotian Mirror to divine him, he could not know the other's origins, as if there were no past or future — appearing utterly mysterious!

So he was certain that this Mao Xuan was far from as simple as he appeared on the surface, and would surely be able to provide Jiang Yan with considerable help in the future.

Then, he slowly turned his head, looking toward the Heavenly Sword Ancestor beside him: "Now, I still have one matter, and need to leave temporarily. I ask my Daoist friend to look after my clan's juniors for a while..."

His voice was not loud, yet it resounded throughout the entire venue, falling clearly into the Heavenly Sword Ancestor's ears, and even more into the ears of all the Heavenly Beings secretly guarding nearby.

Their eyes flickered, and they instantly understood — this matter was not only spoken for the Heavenly Sword Ancestor to hear, but even more so for everyone to hear.

And the Heavenly Sword Ancestor clearly also knew this reasoning.

Understanding this was a good opportunity to draw the two sides closer, he immediately cupped his hands and said: "Clan Leader Jiang is too courteous. Whatever the matter, please go ahead with peace of mind — everything here, leave it to me."

Jiang Daoxuan nodded slightly, said no more, and vanished from the spot in an instant.

Not long after.

Before the grotto-heaven minor world belonging to the Heart Sword Sect.

Space suddenly twisted, and Jiang Daoxuan stepped out from within!

Holding the Haotian Mirror in hand, he gazed at the grotto-heaven entrance before him, and a faint smile unconsciously appeared at the corner of his mouth.

One should know that to advance Bai Yu Jing into a third-grade dao-field, it needed to devour two grotto-heaven minor world consciousnesses!

And now, through his own divination, the number of grotto-heavens held by the Heart Sword Sect and the Medicine King Valley numbered as many as five!

Since both families had already been destroyed, the grotto-heaven minor worlds they left behind naturally could not be wasted.

As Jiang Daoxuan appeared above the grotto-heaven entrance.

The Heart Sword Sect Elder stationed here was greatly shocked.

One should know this place had been laid with numerous formations, used to conceal the grotto-heaven's aura, and even more able to shield against Heavenly Being perception.

This white-robed man coming straight toward them was clearly not passing by, but had seen through the mysteries of the formations.

What cultivation base was this person exactly?!

The Heart Sword Sect Elder's face showed horror. Just as he was about to speak, he saw an illusory giant palm that blotted out the sky and sun, carrying infinite might, slam down fiercely!

Impossible to look at directly, impossible to resist!

After one palm strike, the several hundred Heart Sword Sect cultivators on site all perished, turning into blood mist that scattered across heaven and earth!

All the formations likewise vanished along with the outpost into thin air, utterly gone!

When Jiang Daoxuan descended upon this place, only an incomparably empty flat expanse remained on site.

His expression was cold and stern as he surveyed his surroundings. Seeing no survivors left, he only then withdrew his gaze.

But immediately after, he once again released his spiritual sense, perceiving all景象 within a range of ten thousand li!

Until he was certain there were no more traces of Heart Sword Sect cultivators.

He silently turned and walked toward the grotto-heaven entrance.

After a short while.

Within the grotto-heaven.

At this moment, Jiang Daoxuan stood with his hands behind his back, gazing proudly at the heavens!

He stood atop a towering gray-white stone stele that pierced into the clouds, braving the gale, his robes flapping loudly!

The stele beneath his feet was extremely ancient and unadorned, with no patterns — only a single large character: "Suppress"!

This stele was named: Suppress Fortune!

What it suppressed was a realm's fortune!

Rumble rumble rumble!!

Suddenly, wave after wave of tremendous roaring sounds came from high above, echoing through heaven and earth, reverberating ceaselessly!

Thunder serpents danced wildly, hurricanes accompanied them, and blood-rain descended upon the world!

The World Consciousness has fallen!