When Ding Yan saw the Dao Fan Large Array again, he couldn't help feeling a shock.
In Ding Yan's understanding, the isolated world formation was simply not a method belonging to this realm. Even in his memories from his previous life, even the old monsters who had cultivated for tens of thousands of years couldn't set up such an array.
"Why is there a light curtain in front?"
"It should be the Dao Fan Large Array. I heard that it leads to the mortal realm."
Standing on the warship, a few of Ding Yan's disciples behind him whispered to each other.
The ten men behind him were the ten disciples sent by the Lotus Valley to the mortal realm this time.
"Haha... I didn't expect the fellow Daoists from Lotus Valley to come ahead of us!" A proud voice rang out from the sky.
Looking up, a shuttle-shaped treasure pierced through the clouds, with eleven people standing on it, all dressed in green robes with gold edges. The leader looked about forty years old, with a sharp face exuding a domineering aura. More importantly, the aura emanating from him was ethereal, with a faint hint of immortal energy fluctuation. At first glance, it was clear that he was a wandering immortal who had overcome the tribulation of transcendence.
"It's the people from the Tianbao Pavilion. The wandering immortal is Zhao Siren, one of the six elders of the Tianbao Pavilion," said Gu Yu behind Ding Yan.
Gu Yu had joined the sect much earlier than Ding Yan and was clearly more familiar with the other two major sects' wandering immortals.
"I wonder if Lotus Valley's guest this time is Lu Daoyou or Xue Daoyou?" The wandering immortal from Tianbao Pavilion, standing on the shuttle treasure, inquired proudly.
"Originally, Fellow Daoist Zhao of Tianbao Pavilion." Ding Yan stood on the warship and arched his hand.
The door to the Mortal Realm Large Array could only be opened after the people from the Motian Sect arrived. Otherwise, with Ding Yan's temperament, he would have already gone in without wasting time here.
"Who are you?" Zhao Siren was puzzled when he swept his eyes over him and found that he was a young man about seventeen or eighteen years old.
A wandering immortal? So young?
When did Lotus Valley produce such a genius? Even my Tianbao Pavilion hasn't received any news.
"I'm the third elder of Lotus Valley, Ding Yan," Ding Yan declared.
At this time, another force flew over from the distance. There were also eleven people, dressed casually and standing on a huge fan. The leading figure, middle-aged, dressed in black and stood with hands held behind. His manner was arrogant.
Ding Yan, standing on the boat, upon seeing the man in black, suddenly burst out with a chilly glare as a strong killing intent surged openly. Without any precautions, Gu Yu was directly pushed back several steps, looking at Ding Yan with a sense of shock.
"Hmm?" Hua Jiu frowned, looking at the newcomer.
Shouldn't the head of the Motian Sect be the one escorting the disciples this time? But he hasn't returned, so I had to temporarily take his place.
Hua Jiu's eyes swept across and immediately saw Ding Yan standing at the bow of the ship.
"It's you?! The junior of the Lotus Valley, how dare you show up in front of me..." Hua Jiu was enraged.
The enmity of killing one's own kin is irreconcilable!
Moreover, the other party actually made a move under their own noses, which made Hua Jiu even more unbearable.
"Don't worry, after today, you won't see me anymore," Ding Yan said without concealing the killing intent in his eyes.
Throughout his life, everyone has their own path in their hearts. This path is not the way of heaven, but a belief, a firm conviction.
Ding Yan acts only according to his own heart. In his previous life, for the sake of his master's mercy, he guarded the sect for more than five hundred years until he fell. In this life, he was pursued by wandering immortals for killing a girl of dubious character.
Do as you please, just to be worthy of the heavens and the earth.
Hua Jiu pursued him for several days, narrowly escaping death several times. If he hadn't encountered the unnamed old man, he would have died long ago. How could he have had the chance to become an immortal?
This is enmity, the enmity of killing!
"You're looking for death!" Hua Jiu stood on the magic fan and struck out into the void.
In his anger, Hua Jiu didn't pay attention to Ding Yan's cultivation. In his eyes, Ding Yan must be an elite disciple of the mortal realm from the Hua Shen Sect. As for being an immortal, Hua Jiu never thought of that possibility.
Ding Yan looked into the void and also raised his hand, striking out as well.
Boom! Two semi-transparent palm prints collided in the void, creating a burst of sound.
Ding Yan's eyes flashed as his immortal consciousness turned into thorns, directly piercing Hua Jiu's spiritual sea. Standing in the void, Hua Jiu only felt an invisible force rushing into his spiritual sea, causing it to burst open. Unaware, Hua Jiu was directly injured, a trace of blood oozing from his eyes. He controlled the magic fan and retreated dozens of steps, while Ding Yan's wooden boat remained motionless, not even a ripple appeared on the water.
Underestimating the enemy, damage to the spiritual sea, a severe injury!
"You... you've actually become an immortal!" Hua Jiu was horrified.
He had never paid attention to Ding Yan before, thinking that Ding Yan was just a junior in the Qi Refining stage. Now, with his spiritual consciousness damaged, he realized that the aura emanating from Ding Yan was no weaker than his own.
"How is that possible?! You've only been cultivating for a little over ten years..."
After coming out of seclusion to kill Ding Yan, Hua Jiu had sent his disciples to investigate Ding Yan's information.
Ignoring him completely, Ding Yan extended his right hand and pointed into the void.
Immortal energy condensed and transformed into a sword!
Upon reaching the immortal stage, a trace of immortal energy would be born within the body, growing as one underwent the trials of becoming an immortal. When an immortal successfully passed the ninth heavenly tribulation, all the energy within the body would transform into immortal energy.
After becoming an immortal, a strand of immortal energy the size of a soybean sprouted within Ding Yan's elixir field. For ordinary cultivators, this amount of immortal energy was basically useless, only to be used as a last resort for self-preservation.
In order to achieve a one-hit kill, Ding Yan didn't hesitate at all and directly used his immortal energy to form a sword.
Seeing this, Hua Jiu's eyes gleamed with blood. He bit his tongue, spitting out essence blood, and then exhaled a breath. This breath was his cultivated immortal energy.
The essence blood and immortal energy merged, forming a blood shield, which blocked the attack in front of him.
The sword formed from Ding Yan's immortal energy directly pierced the blood shield.
A muffled sound.
The sword shattered, and the blood shield trembled, with a crack appearing on its surface. Behind it, Hua Jiu coughed up blood again, his complexion even paler.