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Chapter 168: Trinity
Chapter 168: Trinity (Subscription Requested)
The Moral Immortal Mountain was majestic and towering. It stood tall in the center of the Central Earth, like a pillar supporting the heavens.
And indeed, for countless millennia, the Moral Immortal Sect had loomed over the mortal realm from their perch atop the mountain, looking down on all living beings.
But today...
The central pillar that supported the heavens in the eyes of countless cultivators across the Central Earth was 'submerged' by a torrent of blood essence.
A majestic and dazzling blood essence surged forth, overwhelming the protective formation of the Moral Immortal Mountain, causing a violent collision.
With each passing moment, countless blood essences were evaporated, and many protective formations collapsed.
However...
The torrent of blood essence 'submerging' the Moral Immortal Mountain showed no signs of abating, as if it were endless.
"What's going on?"
"Is someone attacking our Moral Immortal Sect?"
"Is this vast red ocean the power of blood essence? How could there be such an immense amount of blood essence?"
Most of the disciples of the Moral Immortal Sect were still trying to make sense of the situation. Just moments ago, they had been cultivating in their respective caves, only to suddenly sense a terrifying disturbance coming from the direction of the Yunwu Fortune Land.
And now...
The mighty Moral Immortal Mountain had been 'submerged' by the torrent of blood essence, and countless defensive formations were being activated to resist the erosion.
"It's being held back?"
Seeing this, an unknown sense of relief filled the heart of Mu Qingliu, the sect master of the Moral Immortal Sect.
"Jun Wuji..."
Mu Qingliu's expression turned solemn as he gazed into the depths of the blood essence ocean, sensing the presence of Jun Wuji watching them quietly from within.
"Sect Master, what is happening?"
At that moment, Mu Mengting rushed over and asked anxiously.
His face was grim as he glanced at the red mist that had enveloped the Moral Immortal Mountain. He couldn't help but feel a sense of dread.
If not for the sect's protective formation isolating them, he estimated that with his newly attained Refinement of Void stage, he wouldn't have lasted more than a moment before being 'dissolved' by the mist.
"It's Jun Wuji," Mu Qingliu replied briefly.
At this moment, he didn't feel like saying much. The Moral Immortal Sect was facing its biggest crisis in countless millennia, and most of his attention was focused on the protective formations.
"Jun Wuji?"
"The younger son of Jun Dongjin?"
"But doesn't he lack spiritual roots?"
Mu Mengting had already seen the person who had confronted Mu Qingliu, and with the means of a Primordial Holy Void Refinement cultivator, it was not difficult to discern his identity.
However, the more he thought about it, the more Mu Mengting found it hard to believe.
Jun Wuji? The very same Jun Wuji he had never spared a second glance for?
How could he be so powerful? How could he possibly be so strong? Mu Mengting couldn't accept this turn of events.
It was as if an ant he had never bothered to glance at had suddenly become an all-powerful god. This reversal of fortunes nearly caused Mu Mengting to give birth to heart demons.
"How would I know?" Mu Qingliu glanced at Mu Mengting.
The fact was plain to see.
The person blocking the entrance to the Moral Immortal Sect, suppressing the entire mountain with his might, was none other than Mu Qingliu's grandson, the very same Jun Wuji who had an extremely low presence and had never received any attention as a third-generation immortal.
Rumble...
The boundless ocean of blood essence parted as Lin Yuan slowly stepped out, gazing down at the entire Moral Immortal Mountain.
At this moment, the Moral Immortal Mountain was unleashing its full potential before him, activating countless defensive formations that worked in harmony with each other and connected to the earth veins of the Central Earth.
"Jun Wuji?"
Mu Mengting looked up at the figure, his mind in turmoil.
"Is that Jun Wuji?"
"Is he the younger son of Elder Jun Dongjin?"
Countless disciples of the Moral Immortal Sect also saw Lin Yuan, their eyes wide with shock. They couldn't believe that the person displaying such overwhelming power was the very same third-generation immortal who had grown up on the Moral Immortal Mountain.
Many of the sect disciples had interacted with Jun Wuji before. Back then, Jun Wuji had an extraordinary background that made him untouchable, but he himself couldn't cultivate, and many sect disciples looked down on him.
But now...
As they gazed up at Jun Wuji, standing tall in the sky like a true immortal from the upper realm, many of the sect disciples felt as if they were dreaming.
"Let's see if I can break it," Lin Yuan said as he observed the Moral Immortal Mountain below.
Relying solely on the erosion of blood essence would not be enough to deal with the Moral Immortal Sect. Lin Yuan would have to take action himself.
Boom! Lin Yuan raised his hand and brought it down toward the Moral Immortal Mountain in the distance.
Buzz! The endless blood essence rolled, and a hundred-mile-wide giant palm made of blood essence descended upon the Moral Immortal Mountain.
In the Sleeve Dimension...
Jun Dongjin, Mu Lian'er, Jun Xiaoyao, Jun Zhilan, and the rest of their family were filled with anxiety.
"Husband, what is going on? What is happening?" Mu Lian'er asked in a low voice. Ever since they had been brought into the sleeve dimension, she had been tense.
Although Mu Lian'er was certain that it was her younger son, Jun Wuji, who had taken them away, there were still many unanswered questions.
Why was her younger son able to rescue them? Why didn't the Nascent Soul stage guardians stop him? And wasn't the Sleeve Dimension a heaven-grade technique that only Nascent Soul stage cultivators could perform?
One question after another filled Mu Lian'er with confusion.
"When did my little brother become so powerful? He can even use the Sleeve Dimension now?" Jun Zhilan blurted out.
In her eyes, her little brother, Jun Wuji, had always been someone she needed to protect. Now, seeing him use the Sleeve Dimension, a technique that only Nascent Soul stage cultivators could perform, left her stunned.
Even she, Jun Zhilan, had only reached the Core Formation stage. Despite that, she was still considered a genius within the sect.
"Could it be that my little brother has some hidden spiritual root and has been secretly cultivating? Has he reached the Nascent Soul stage and begged the Sect Master to take us away?" Jun Xiaoyao speculated.
So far, that seemed like the most plausible explanation.
Hidden spiritual roots had appeared a few times throughout the history of the Central Earth, although the probability was extremely low, which was why no one had considered that possibility before.
"Nascent Soul stage?"
"Do you think this is the Nascent Soul stage Sleeve Dimension?"
Just then, Jun Dongjin, who had been silent until now, suddenly spoke up.
"What?"
"Isn't the Sleeve Dimension something that only Nascent Soul stage cultivators can perform?"
"Could there be a special method to use the Sleeve Dimension even at the Core Formation or Foundation Establishment stage?"
Jun Xiaoyao and Jun Zhilan asked, their eyes widening.
If that were true, it would be much easier to accept.
Even if Jun Wuji possessed a hidden spiritual root, advancing to the Nascent Soul stage in just over a hundred years was still incredibly frightening.
Foundation Establishment and Core Formation stages were much more reasonable.
After all, both Jun Xiaoyao and Jun Zhilan themselves were at the Core Formation stage.
"So that's how it is," Mu Lian'er murmured, understanding dawning in her heart.
However, even she, as the sect master's daughter, had never heard of any method that could lower the requirements for using the Sleeve Dimension, a heaven-grade ability.
The essence of the Sleeve Dimension was the comprehension of space. Only at the Nascent Soul stage could one clearly sense and manipulate space.
"You don't understand what I'm saying," Jun Dongjin said, glancing at the others and suppressing the shock in his heart. "Even if a Nascent Soul stage cultivator uses the Sleeve Dimension, the space within the sleeve can only accommodate a distance of one li."
In the distant and majestic Blood Demon Sea, the Blood Demon Monarch's heart trembled with unease. "How can he be so strong?" Despite his knowledge of the ancient history dating back tens of thousands of years, a formidable power like Lin Yuan's was exceedingly rare, perhaps only one or two in those ancient times.
At the Moral Immortal Mountain, a dazzling array of immortal lights and formations almost tore through space itself. Mu Qingliu, the sect master, sat at the heart of the mountain, personally manipulating the mighty Taoism Immortal Mirror.
The next moment, the massive Yin-Yang grinding wheel descended upon the mountain.
(End of Chapter)
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