Chapter 51

Not only had the Cloud-Stepping Skill martial art undergone a earth-shattering transformation, but the Taiji Neigong he created had also undergone a metamorphosis.

Taiji Neigong.

It was created by Zhang Sanfeng by integrating the true essence of Daoism, parts of the Nine Yang Divine Art, and other martial arts.

The Taiji Neigong, once thought incapable of advancement, was now evolving at an unprecedented speed through his insight.

"Boom…"

Zhang Sanfeng's internal energy was constantly vibrating, and the celestial energy of this world rapidly flowed into him.

In the void.

Vast clouds of black and white appeared above, intertwining continuously until they gradually formed the pattern of the Taiji.

Looking at the massive Taiji in midair.

Song Yuanqiao's expression changed slightly.

They could feel that if this Taiji were to fall, they would have not the slightest ability to resist.

It might even destroy the mountain beneath their feet.

This was utterly and completely a force capable of destroying heaven and earth.

Master might truly have become the legendary Earth Immortal.

In the hearts of Song Yuanqiao and the other Wu Dangqixia, such a thought arose unbidden.

This terrifying scene.

Had already surpassed what Wu Gong could achieve.

Know that as Zhang Sanfeng's disciples, Song Yuanqiao and the others ranked among the top in Wu Lingaoshou within this Jiang Hu.

"Taiji Shengong…"

Zhang Sanfeng clasped his hands together and let out a low roar.

"Boom…"

The Taiji pattern in midair slammed upward toward the heavens.

Like thunder cracking across heaven and earth, the clouds atop the mountain shattered under this blow.

This sight was nothing short of a divine miracle.

Something impossible for human hands to accomplish.

"Immortal."

Many pilgrims who had come to Mount Wudang, witnessing this astonishing sight in the sky, opened their mouths in shock and knelt down immediately.

Having seen an Immortal with their own eyes, these pilgrims felt no amount of reverence or prostration could be excessive.

The sky had been blasted open with a hole.

If not an Immortal, then what?

No Wu Lingaoshou in the Jiang Hu could accomplish such a thing.

"May the Immortal protect us," the pilgrims knelt and silently prayed without end.

Having seen an Immortal's spirit, they naturally made earnest wishes.

"That… what was that…" some Wu Lingaoshou, seeing the hole torn in the sky, exchanged glances.

Was this truly the Immortal manifesting?

For Wu Lingaoshou, the pinnacle masters of the Jiang Hu might easily defeat them.

But could they achieve this?

This seemed truly something only an Immortal could do.

At this moment, if not for the ordinary people surrounding them, these Wu Lingaoshou might have knelt down themselves to make wishes.

Yet their pride as Wu Lingaoshou kept them from kneeling.

"That… what is that…"

Many pilgrims pointed at the sky, crying out in shock.

The sky, previously shattered, now revealed a purple mist covering roughly dozens of li.

These mists enveloped the entire Mount Wudang, making the whole mountain seem as if it had entered a fairyland.