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After the screams, there was a profound silence in the world, with pairs of terrified eyes sweeping over the body of the Hundred-Foot Flood Dragon suspended in mid-air above North Mountain. Even a powerful being from the Heavenly Realm could be swatted away by a single claw; the strength of this beast was self-evident.
In addition, many bewildered gazes fell upon Fang Chen. Clearly, after these events unfolded, even without anyone stating it outright, everyone had come to understand that the shocking Mutation occurring in North Mountain was entirely due to this young man before them.
But... who is he?
Recalling the resounding voice of the Dragon's divine consciousness that echoed through the heavens and earth, some people's eyes flickered as they looked at Fang Chen, now filled with an inexplicable complexity and a hint of reverence.
To be able to provoke a beast that transcends the Heavenly Realm, even if he currently only possesses Body Refinement Realm cultivation, no one dared to provoke him, especially within North Mountain. Even those Outer Sect Disciples who had previously harbored thoughts about Fang Chen due to the points from Xuantian Hall now dared not show any hint of greed. Even the powerful Bai Kongming and his son had met such a fate; they were likely not even enough for that Dragon to blow a breath upon.
"How could this happen... a Dragon beast that surpasses the Heavenly Realm... how could this guy..." Song Donglai muttered to himself, his cold face now filled with disbelief. He looked up, staring blankly at the massive body above North Mountain that resembled an iron fortress, his expression dazed.
Not only that, but Song Nanfeng beside him also wore a bitter expression. He knew that from now on, it was not Fang Chen who feared them; rather, they would have to avoid Fang Chen. In fact, they would never set foot in North Mountain again unless absolutely necessary.
Outside North Mountain, Bai Kongming, who had been battered into an unrecognizable state by the Dragon's claw and lay like a pile of rotten flesh, suddenly emerged from within a shimmering light.
With cold and fearful eyes directed towards the Dragon hovering above North Mountain, Bai Kongming's face was pale and extremely grim. In his hand, something resembling a puppet quietly turned to ashes.
A flash of pain crossed his face; Bai Kongming knew very well that if he hadn't used the Substitute Puppet Beast earlier, he would not have merely suffered heavy injuries now.
This was a powerful demon beast that had already stepped halfway into Daoist Master Realm!
Looking at the Hundred-Foot Flood Dragon in his sight and recalling the sect's strange attitude towards North Mountain, Bai Kongming's pupils constricted as a tingling sensation spread from his heart. Without caring about anything else, Bai Kongming shook his sleeve and prepared to flee into the void; at this moment, he didn't even bother with Bai Xingchen nearby.
However, at that moment, a patch of void not far from North Mountain suddenly rippled violently like waves. At the same time, a stunning Purple Radiance rapidly seeped out from it, an overwhelming aura that truly surpassed the Heavenly Realm suddenly swept across all directions. Even the massive Dragon hovering above North Mountain couldn't help but turn its enormous crimson eyes toward that void.
"Finally making a move." Watching the purple hue spreading from the void, Fang Chen's calm expression finally showed a hint of fluctuation.
By now, the commotion caused by the changes at North Mountain was immense, and within the Ziyang Sect, their attitude towards this matter was quite strange; not a single person had intervened since the beginning, even when Bai Kongming was nearly crushed to death.
Although he was well aware of the formidable strength of the Dragon beneath North Mountain, Fang Chen understood that what appeared in this world was not its true form, but merely a phantom.
Indeed, the massive Dragon body spanning hundreds of feet in mid-air above North Mountain was just an illusion. Yet even this illusion was enough to nearly crush a mid-stage martial artist from the Heavenly Realm.
Strong as it was, Fang Chen did not believe that such a Dragon phantom could render the entire Ziyang Sect helpless. Not to mention the mysterious Dao Sovereign Realm Expert, in Fang Chen's view, even if Luo Qingyan were to intervene, she would be more than capable of contending with this phantom.
The void gradually turned purple, and at that moment, amidst the vast expanse of Purple Radiance, a blurred figure suddenly stepped forward.
As the blurred figure appeared, it felt as if the entire world and even time itself had frozen. Within the Ziyang Sect, the expressions on the faces of those present completely solidified, their bodies motionless like sculptures.
At this time, perhaps only the majestic black mist swirling around the Hundred-Foot Flood Dragon in mid-air and… Fang Chen standing in the Servants' Area remained unaffected.
"Roar!"
The Dragon continued to roar lowly, its two enormous crimson eyes flickering with light as a tremendous divine consciousness resonated through the air. However, unlike before, this somewhat complex divine consciousness seemed to be audible only to that purple figure.
"A powerhouse of the Daoist Master Realm." Looking at that figure enveloped in Purple Radiance, its face obscured, Fang Chen clenched his fists tightly, his mind unable to remain calm.
One word can establish a path, one thought can create a domain.
Only the strong of the Daoist Master Realm can control everyone within the Ziyang Sect, including the powerful from the Heavenly Realm, in an instant.
But why would he do this?
Fang Chen was puzzled, his eyes flickering with uncertainty. Just then, in mid-air, the Dragon and the mysterious Dao Sovereign Realm Expert seemed to have reached an agreement.
As his gaze shifted, the Daoist Master Realm expert suddenly focused on Fang Chen. Without deliberately revealing the might of the Daoist Master Realm, even just a glance made Fang Chen's expression change slightly. He understood that this was due to the vast difference in their levels.
However, he took a deep breath, and a sudden glimmer flashed in his dark eyes. The pressure he felt at that moment miraculously dissipated. Having personally experienced the might of a Nirvana Realm expert, Fang Chen naturally could not be truly oppressed by the aura of the Daoist Master Realm.
Whoosh!
At that moment, the mysterious Dao Sovereign Realm Expert suddenly flicked his hand, and a beam of Purple Radiance shot swiftly towards Fang Chen.
As it got closer, Fang Chen realized that what was wrapped in Ziyang was clearly a token. This token was similar in size to the one representing his identity as a Servant Disciple. The difference was that his Servants' Quarters token was entirely black and looked quite shabby, while the token before him displayed a noble purple-golden color. The two large characters engraved on it were not Servants' Quarters but… True Inheritor!
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