Chapter 22

"Is he a disciple of the Chan Sect or the Jie Sect?" Daoist Randeng murmured, his eyes holding a hint of peculiarity, "Yet this power surge of spiritual energy consumption—"

At this moment, Daoist Randeng realized that even he, facing such astonishing spiritual energy consumption, found it slightly difficult to reclaim control over the spiritual energy.

Although he could certainly achieve it with full power, this alone was enough to demonstrate the opponent's impossibility.

Remember, he was a Zhun Sheng powerhouse.

Within Mount Kunlun.

Aside from the Three Pure Ones, he, Daoist Randeng, was the strongest.

Clearly, the one gathering such an astonishing cloud of spiritual energy could not be a Zhun Sheng.

Moreover, in Daoist Randeng's view, that power surge was likely not even a Da Luo Jinxian.

"Who could it be?" Daoist Randeng's eyes held a hint of interest.

Whether the opponent was a disciple of the Chan Sect or the Jie Sect, as a disciple of the Holy Ones, Daoist Randeng could do nothing.

Yet such a disciple intrigued him greatly.

Thinking this, Daoist Randeng let out a loud laugh, his figure flickering as he headed toward the cloud of spiritual energy.

Meanwhile.

Disciples of the Chan Sect such as Yu Ding, Wen Shu, and Pu Xian, as well as disciples like Jin Ling, Gui Ling, and Zhao Gongming, also sensed this astonishing aura and rushed toward the core of the energy surge.

Yu Xu Palace.

Master Yuanshi's gaze fixed on Luo Fu's location, his eyes filled with surprise.

Luo Fu's cultivation of the Hun Yuan Jin Dan Jue did not draw Master Yuanshi's attention—what startled him was the fluctuation emitted by the technique itself.

That power carried a faint trace of Hun Yuan energy.

But how could this be?

The opponent was merely a Xuan Xian.

As a Holy One, Master Yuanshi knew well that the sword intent released earlier by the opponent was precisely what caused this disturbance—and it belonged to this human.

"Is this human special? Or is it a technique passed down by my younger brother?" Master Yuanshi thought.

Ba Jing Palace.

"A human?" Lao Zi's eyes were equally shocked.

As the founder of the Chuangliren Sect, Lao Zi was intimately connected to the human race.

As a Holy One, he naturally knew humans were destined to become the future masters of heaven and earth.

But at this time, the true masters of heaven and earth were still the Wu and Yao clans.

Now, a human was beginning to rise—yet this was not the time for humans to ascend.

"The future of this human?" Lao Zi began to calculate with his fingers.

The final result was both astonishing and inevitable.

He discovered that this human's future branched into countless paths, each veiled layer by layer in mist.

Such beings occasionally appeared in the Primordial World—they were, to some extent, favored by fate.

Just as they themselves had once been.

Their own original destinies had not been fixed either.

"Zhun Sheng… even a Holy One…" Lao Zi rose, slightly incredulous.

Becoming a Zhun Sheng meant little to them, as Holy Ones.

The gap between Zhun Sheng and Holy One was simply too vast.

This, Lao Zi—who was now a Holy One—knew perfectly well.

Yet in his calculations, this human carried a faint hope of becoming a Hun Yuan Da Luo.

Of course, hope did not guarantee success.

But it was enough to prove this human's uniqueness.

"Tongtian has taken an excellent disciple," Lao Zi smiled.

The emergence of a powerful human was something Lao Zi found worthy of joy.

Bi You Palace.

Compared to Master Yuanshi and Lao Zi, Tongtian Jiaozhu, as the leader of the Jie Sect, was naturally far more delighted by Luo Fu's astonishing display.

A powerful disciple proved his own excellence as a Master.

"Luo Fu, the human," Tongtian laughed. "Since you intend to shock Mount Kunlun, your Master shall lend you a helping hand."

As soon as he spoke.

Tongtian Jiaozhu's figure slowly vanished within Bi You Palace.