Unreal World.

Eastern Region.

Wuyin Cliff

Countless horses gathered here, the pursuit spanning seventeen thousand miles finally came to an end!

The child stood with his hands clasped behind him, his feet poised over a chasm that stretched into the abyss below.

The crimson hue, a testament to the bloodshed that stained this path.

Even though she had been pushed to this point, she remained composed and collected. Her eyes held a chillingly cold gleam like frost.

"Seven great sects, thousands of masters chasing across thousands of miles..." Zi Jiang swallowed the coppery taste in his throat and chuckled coldly. "What a grand spectacle!"

Upon hearing this, an elder smiled faintly: "If not for a prodigy like Lord Zun's extraordinary talent, how could the Sect Master value him so much?"

His eyes were filled with pity and compassion: "Lord Sovereign, since you have allowed us the Seven Great Sects to join forces, surely you must have a reason."

The child, however, did not look at them but looked backward.

All that could be seen in the distance was a hazy figure, vaguely discernible as graceful and alluring, captivatingly beautiful.

Zi's voice rose softly: "Yun Ran, at this time, you're still hiding behind? You really are a waste."

“Jun Muqian, you dare!” Another young man spoke up, his voice a mix of disdain and anger. “Who do you think you are to demand that the Spirit Lord take action himself?”

"Oh, spirit, you mean..." Jun Muqian still smiled. "You think you stole something from me, a hollow title that I didn't even want?"

Yun Ran and the other disciples of Jingyue Palace were both renowned as geniuses.

But that year, when he turned eighteen, I don't know if Yunran had changed or what. He just kept using extremely despicable and treacherous schemes to frame me.

Jun Muqian was too lazy to play around and left Jingyue Palace directly to explore the world. He didn't return until just before the old palace master passed away.

But unexpectedly, this return marked the day of Jingyue Palace's destruction.

The dynasty has perished, and its legacy is lost.

Jing Yue Palace, as the largest sect in the Eastern Region, had a solid foundation and should not have been easily destroyed. All of this was because... Yun Ran's betrayal!

"Jun Muqian!" How could the young man allow the Spirit Lord to be slandered like this? He immediately jumped up in anger.

But at that very moment, the distant figure suddenly dashed closer.

Yun Ran waved his hand to stop the young man and looked at Zi Zi with reproach in his eyes: "Jun Muqian, I've given you enough time, but you're so stubborn."

"You want me to thank you?" Jun Muqian's eyes twitched. "Thank you for killing me?"

Yún Rán frowned, displeasure evident in her voice: "You're refusing to drink and instead resorting to punishment? For the sake of our past camaraderie, I advise you to end this yourself."

"What if I don't?" Jun Muqian smiled mischievously, "Then what will you do?"

Yun Ran's eyebrows sank suddenly, and she coldly addressed the thousands of martial artists: "Kill them all, and then strip me their spiritual meridians."

"As you wish, Great Spirit!"

Hearing this, the old man led everyone to rush forward, launching thousands of attacks towards Zi'er.

Faced with this, Jun Muqian just smiled and nodded, showing no fear: "Just in time!"

Hands raised, eyes sharp and intense, Zi Dan was thin but exuded an air of grandeur.

But shockingly, the next second!

An immense and powerful energy surged down from above, shaking the air violently. Even Wuyin Cliff showed signs of its power, with cracks appearing across its surface.

In an instant, the heavens and earth crumbled, mountains and rivers shook.

At this moment, within a radius of a hundred miles, almost all the spiritual energy surged towards Zi Zi. It even formed a vacuum zone!

This sudden turn of events left the disciples of the seven major sects, who had rushed in, all astonished.

Even Yun Ran, the highest in cultivation, found himself unable to resist. He gritted his teeth: "Jun Mu Qian, what have you done?!"

The ten thousand seven hundred miles of pursuit had already exhausted his spiritual power, how could this be?!

"Hahaha!" Upon hearing this, Jun Muqian let out a cold laugh, her clear eyes gleaming with frost. "Since you want my life, how can it be done without paying a price?"

A murderous aura emanated from between her brows, and she spoke in a cold, chilling voice: "If I die, you all... will be buried with me!"

Kill?

Yes!

Then, let's leave everything as it is!

In the wind, it flutters, a single color, unexpectedly giving rise to a sort of fierceness.

"Go! Run!" Everyone's faces changed drastically, "Jun Muqian is insane!"

However, there seemed to be an invisible barrier in the air, hindering their retreat.

A furious wind swept through the area, and within seconds, hundreds of people were dead. Only those with higher cultivation levels were still struggling to hold on.

He was completely shocked and bewildered, utterly confused about what had happened.

Suddenly, a thought struck him: "That old geezer actually passed on his final move to you?!"

"Not bad." Jun Mu coughed up a few mouthfuls of blood, but his eyes remained wild and unrestrained.

He seemed not to feel the tremendous force tearing at him, even as his skin was ripped open. His face remained composed, and he calmly drew out his sword.

"No, you absolutely cannot kill me!" Yunran finally panicked, her voice sharp. "You can't kill me."

He began attacking the barrier frantically, but to no avail.

"Too late." Jun Mu chuckled softly, "If you want to strip my spiritual veins, come and get them!"

Jump off the cliff without hesitation!

But that power still exists, the killing continues.

In the thick fog, there were curses.

"Jun Muqian, you despicable person, you're going to die a terrible death!"

"Jun Mu Qian..."

Once again, a deafening boom echoed through the air. In an instant, absolute silence descended.

After an unknown amount of time, the clouds finally parted and the sun shone through.

On the cliffside, are countless bones.

Suddenly!

One hand struggled out, and there were still people alive!

"Good, good, Jun Muqian! To actually achieve such a state!" Yun Ran struggled to his feet, covered in large and small wounds, his eyes wide with shock.

Immediately, he let out a cold snort: "So what if you're skilled, you're still dead!"

Want my life? Go to hell next time!

He vanished in the distance, and didn't see a white streak flash across the sky behind him.

Beneath the cliff, there was nothing but purple petals swirling in the wind.

The Tianlin Dynasty has stood for a thousand years and is one of the most powerful nations on the Huaxu Continent.

All the small kingdoms and sects around it depended on it for survival.

Then, a thousand years of splendor will also come to an end.

The Unreal Myriad.

East Region.

Invisible Cliff.

Countless horses and riders gathered here, the pursuit spanning seventeen thousand miles finally came to an end!

The child stood with his feet dangling over a bottomless chasm.

The purple hue, a stark testament to the carnage that had been wrought.

Even at this point, he remained composed, with a chillingly serene expression in his eyes.

"Seven major sects, thousands of masters chasing for tens of thousands of miles…" Zi Jiang swallowed the coppery sweetness in his throat and sneered slowly, "What a grand occasion!"

Hearing this, an elder smiled faintly: "If not for someone as talented and extraordinary as Lord Junzun, why would the Sect Master value them so much?"

His eyes were filled with pity and compassion: “Your Lordship, since you’re allowing the Seven Sects to join forces, there must be a reason.”

But he did not look at them, but towards the rear.

Only a hazy figure could be seen in the distance, vaguely revealing its slender and graceful form, captivatingly beautiful.

Zi uttered softly, his voice rising: "Yunran, at this time, you're still hiding behind? You really are a useless waste."

"Jun Muqian, you're bold!" Another young man spoke up, his voice a mixture of disdain and anger. "Who do you think you are to have the Spirit Lord make a move personally?"

"Oh, spirit, do you mean..." Jun Muqian still smiled. "That self-proclaimed title that you think you snatched from me? A mere empty honor I never desired?"

Yun Ran, along with fellow disciples of Jingyue Palace, was also renowned as a genius.

But that year when he turned eighteen, for some reason, whether it was a change in him or what, he only knew how to use extremely despicable and treacherous methods of framing.

Jun Muqian was too lazy to play around, so she directly left Jingyue Palace to roam the Jianghu. She didn't return until the old Palace Master was about to die.

But unexpectedly, this return turned out to be the day of Jingyue Palace's destruction.

The palace fell into ruin, and the lineage was lost.

Jingyue Palace, as the largest sect in the Eastern Region, had a strong foundation and should not have been easily destroyed. All of this was because of... Yunran's betrayal!

"Jun Muqian!" How could the young man allow the Spirit Lord to be slandered like this? He immediately jumped up in anger.

But just at this moment, the distant figure suddenly darted closer.

Yún Rán waved her hand to stop the young man, and looked at Zǐzi with reproachful eyes: "Jūn Mù Qiān, I've already given you enough time, yet you remain so obstinate."

"You mean I should thank you?" Jun Muqian's eyes lifted, "Thank you for killing me?"

Yunran frowned, displeased: "You don't drink the toast and make yourself pay the penalty. For your sake, since we were once colleagues, I advise you to end this yourself."

"What if I don't?" Jun Muqian smiled mischievously, "Then what will you do?"

Yun Ran's brow sank suddenly. He looked at the thousands of masters coldly and said, "Kill them, and then strip their spirit meridians for me."

"obeying the Divine One's command!"

Hearing this, the old man and everyone else rushed forward, launching a thousand attacks at Zi'er.

Faced with this, Jun Muqian only smiled and nodded, showing no fear: "Come just in time!"

With hands raised and eyes blazing, despite his thin frame, Zi Dan radiated an aura of grandeur.

But what's shocking is what happens next!

Immense spiritual power surged from above, causing the air to violently tremble. Even Wuying Cliff bore the mark of this power, with fissures cracking its surface.

In an instant, the heavens and earth shattered, mountains crumbled.

At this moment, within a radius of hundreds of miles, almost all the spiritual energy surged towards ZiZi's location, creating a veritable vacuum zone!

This sudden change left the disciples of the seven major sects who had rushed over in astonishment.

Even Yun Ran, with the highest cultivation level, found himself helpless. He gritted his teeth and exclaimed, "Jun Mu Qian, what did you do?!"

After a relentless pursuit of 17,000 miles, his spiritual energy has been completely drained. What could have possibly caused this?

"Ha ha ha!" Upon hearing this, Jun Muqian let out a cold laugh, her eyes gleaming with icy sharpness. "Since you want this seat's life, how can you do it without paying a price?"

A menacing aura emanated from between his brows, his voice cold and sharp: "If I die, you all... will be buried with me!"

Kill?

Okay!

Then, let's leave everything as it is!

In the wind, a child floats and drifts. Suddenly vibrant, it even gives off a sort of fierceness.

"Let's go! Run!" The expressions on everyone's faces changed drastically, "Jun Muqian has gone mad!"

However, there seemed to be an invisible barrier in the air, hindering their retreat.

A furious wind swept in, and within seconds hundreds perished. Only those with higher cultivation were struggling to hold on.

I was utterly shocked and confused, completely baffled as to what had just happened.

Suddenly, a light bulb went off in Ling's head. "That old geezer actually passed on his last technique to you?!"

"Not bad," Jun Mu coughed out a few mouthfuls of blood, but his expression remained arrogant and unrestrained.

It seems that the immense force tearing at him was not enough to faze him, even with his skin ripped open, he remained composed, calm and collected.

"No, you absolutely can't kill me!" Yun Ran finally panicked, her voice sharp. "You can't kill me."

He began to attack the barrier frantically, but it was useless.

"It's too late." Jun Mu chuckled softly, "If you want to strip my spiritual veins, come and get them!"

Without hesitation, jump directly off the cliff!

But that power still remained, the killing continued unabated.

In the thick fog, there were curses.

"Jun Muqian, you despicable wretch, may you die a miserable death!"

"Jun Mu Qian..."

Another deafening boom echoed through the air, followed by an instant silence!

After an unknown amount of time, the clouds finally parted and the sun shone again.

On the cliff, there are countless bones.

Suddenly!

One hand struggled out, and people were still alive!

"Good, good, Jun Muqian! To have reached such a state!" Yun Ran got up in a flustered manner, his body covered in large and small wounds. His eyes were wide with shock.

He sneered immediately: "So what if you're powerful, you're still dead!"

"Want my life? Then come get it in the next life!"

<<>>>

Down the cliff, there was nothing but purple flowers dancing in the wind.

The Tianlin Dynasty has existed for a thousand years and is one of the most powerful countries on the Huaxu Continent.

The surrounding small countries and sects all depend on it for survival.

Thus, a thousand years of prosperity will eventually come to an end.

The current emperor is now in his twilight years, the crown prince Chao Ge strums his lute at night. In this vast dynasty, no one can manage it.

Then came the appearance of the regency, with the regent in charge of all affairs.

Today, something happened that left the entire regency council speechless.

The place was silent, until that silence was broken.

So you're only realizing now that you brought the wrong person?

The voice was cool and soft, like broken ice and snow being scattered by the east wind.

His tone gave nothing away, but the words sent a shiver down everyone's spine.

And on the ground lay one, a face marred by dust and blood, yet still unmarred were those exquisite features.

What went unnoticed was that, at this moment, his fingers twitched slightly.

Because everyone was worried about their own heads, they all knelt down on the ground and said: “Please forgive us, sir.”

A man sat behind the curtain, and between breaths, there was a blossoming of elegance.

Crimson embroidery, half a sheet of paper covering the captivating beauty.

His voice was low and pleasant: "What is the sacred decree?"

The holy decree is a mission issued by the old emperor.

"<"His Majesty said..." A general stepped forward, his face pale with sweat. "Allow me to go to the Xingluo Sect and bring back the sect leader's insignia. This will prove whether the Xingluo Sect still possesses a patriotic heart." "

"General Chen, since you remember the imperial decree so clearly, why bring back an impostor?" An elderly warrior spoke up, mockingly. "This old man heard it loud and clear; just now, he claimed to be Mu Qian!"

As soon as he said this, the other members chimed in: "That's right, General Chen. The child is saying Mu Qian."

General Chen's face instantly became difficult to look at.

He was absolutely sure at the time, this was the undisputed leader of the Star Luo Sect, because all the other disciples of the Star Luo Sect testified to it, and he was even wearing the glazed jade pendant that symbolized his position.

So, when he claimed to be Mu Qian, he only thought he was deceiving people.

Seeing this, the elderly Wu let out a cold snort: "Furthermore, this old man has heard that the young lady is of noble status and a rare cultivation genius. But look at what you brought back."

He looked down at the puddle of filth lying on the ground and said with disgust: "Shang Ben had no cultivation whatsoever, how could he possibly be...?"

The son of the master, how could he possibly be someone without a shred of spirit?

This is clearly a fake!

And this task belongs to a line, one time work is not enough, the second time there is even less hope.

It seems that the Star Luo Sect has indeed developed rebellious intentions.

"<"General Chen" understood that arguing was futile, so he immediately kowtowed to the superior. "It's all my fault! The disciples of Xingluo Sect are too cunning, and I was careless enough to fall into their trap." "

The man behind the curtain seemed to be weighing the truth of those words. After a long silence, his voice was cold as he said, "Since we've made a mistake, let's just send it back."

"Sir, I just..." General Chen was taken aback. "He has already passed away."

When he brought him back, he was on the brink of death.

At that moment, he couldn't help but wonder: how could the head of Xing Luo Sect be so ruthless towards his own precious daughter?

If this is just a small thug from the Star Luo Sect, then that's understandable.

The man ignored him, his eyes calm and clear. He simply said two words: "Buried."

"Oh oh, that..." General Chen nodded, preparing for the body to be prepared for burial, but his eyes immediately hardened.

Because he saw that on the ground, not only was it... , but it also sat up.

General Chen's eyes widened in shock, and he almost fell over.

This, this is a scam?

Jun Muqian only felt a splitting headache. After taking a breath and sitting up, he pulled at the wound on his abdomen.

Her thoughts churned, and her eyes turned cold.

What a sight, the Seven Sects!

And Yunran too!

This account has been recorded.

But, he had already died alongside thousands of other masters, how could he…

Jun Mu's brow furrowed suddenly, then relaxed again. A cryptic smile played on her lips. "So that's how it is," she said.

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