The Terrifying Path of Immortal Cultivation

Li Qing sneered in the Seven Treasures Pagoda.

Everything was within his calculations, and these two Thunderfire Beads were the things he used to attract attention.

The two Thunderfire Beads flew over and directly hit Zhou Suhua's feet.

Zhou Suhua's expression changed abruptly at this moment. He knew he had fallen into a trap.

Boom!

The terrifying explosion of thunder and fire instantly engulfed the area.

An area within a radius of three zhang was turned into ruins in the violent explosion.

Zhou Suhua emerged from the flames with an angry expression, emitting a black and white radiance all over his body. He had not been harmed at all.

The black and white radiance seemed like a chessboard, enveloping him within.

However, there was no joy on his face as he turned and fled outside Jixia Academy.

A massive, chilling divine consciousness descended from the sky, followed by a green divine ruler falling from the sky.

"Strike!"

The green divine ruler, carrying infinite power, elicited a piercing scream from Zhou Suhua.

"No!"

Bang!

The terrifying radiance landed directly on top of his head.

The chessboard of black and white radiance instantly collapsed, and in the next moment, the divine ruler landed on his forehead.

In an instant, Zhou Suhua's entire body stiffened.

Then, from head to toe, he shattered into powder.

Zheng Lao returned from outside.

Zhou Suhua had suddenly attacked him earlier. Although he had anticipated it and was uninjured, his emotions were complex.

Upon returning, he witnessed the scene of Zhou Suhua's death, and a hint of solemnity appeared on his face involuntarily.

"Alas, what a pity."

The voice of the Master from the sky slowly sounded, "The demonic cult and the traitors have been eradicated. Begin cleaning up the battlefield."

All the soldiers and cultivators began to take action.

The entire city fell into a silent stillness.

The gray radiance covering countless buildings seemed to possess a mysterious power.

All the damaged buildings were rapidly being repaired, and some bodies were carried out from the shattered houses.

They were turned to ashes in a blaze and then taken away to an unknown location.

Everything in the city was being restored, as if nothing had ever happened.

Countless people in the city were all asleep, completely unaware of what had happened.

At this moment, a figure rose into the air, and a wondrous book appeared in his hand, emitting a dreamlike radiance that spread throughout the entire city.

It seemed as though countless people entered a dream within this radiance. In their dreams, their memories were undergoing subtle changes.

This was the power of the novelist, using the manipulation technique within the dream of the novel to modify the memories of ordinary people.

Li Qing quietly observed from the Seven Treasures Pagoda, a faint radiance emanating from his body, resisting the intrusion of this power.

This power was only effective on ordinary people. For cultivators, as long as they had a bit of power, they could resist it.

"It's truly terrifying, to easily modify the memories of everyone like this."

"The people who died also disappeared without a trace, and tomorrow will be a peaceful and prosperous day, as if nothing had ever happened."

"This is the dominion of cultivators over the mortal world."

"Cultivators hide within the mortal world, only heard of but not seen."

"A leaf obstructs the eyes, and ordinary people are truly pitiful."

A sense of horror arose in Li Qing's heart, as he found it difficult to ascertain whether his memories had been wiped in the past.

"I hope not, otherwise I'll have to find a way to retrieve the memories I lost."

He shook his head slightly, and a thought arose in Li Qing's mind.

In the void, a hazy aura appeared out of thin air within his body, and the calamity aura within his body was rapidly undergoing a transformation.

"Finally, it's here. This calamity has been completely overcome by me this time. As the aura converges, I wonder what kind of changes will occur."

Taking a deep breath, Li Qing closed his eyes silently and slowly circulated the Essence Qi within his body.

The calamity aura within his body was rapidly dissipating, transforming into a profound and rich power.

This power merged with the Essence Qi within him, gathering within his elixir field as it circulated.

A hazy light rose within the elixir field, formless and colorless, resembling a round ball, yet devoid of any color.

It could only be sensed as a ball of light, and under its illumination, all the Essence Qi underwent subtle changes.

This change seemed to imprint a wondrous mark on the Essence Qi, and Li Qing could clearly feel that his control over the Essence Qi had reached an unprecedented level.

This was a subtle realm, where the original Essence Qi was like grains.

But now, under the radiance, these grains seemed to melt and then began to merge with each other.

They transformed into wondrous threads, each thread penetrating all the apertures, forming a marvelous circulation.

One, two, three... until a total of 3000 threads of Essence Qi.

This was the Essence Qi after the qualitative change, and it could even be said to be the embryonic form of magical power.

These pure lines of Essence Qi, each one was a hazy piece, resembling the state of chaos before creation, containing infinite possibilities.

As he condensed his Dao Foundation, a strange murmuring suddenly appeared in his mind.

Countless pieces of information seemed to be washing over his mind, crazily pouring into his consciousness.

In an instant, Li Qing's expression became solemn.

"The Righteous Path of the Mortal World is Built from Alteration" instantly activated.

The infinite and brilliant human path surged madly in his mind.

It swept away all the murmurs and the information that came with them.

These pieces of information were incredibly fragmented and scattered. In the human path surge, they were instantly submerged and turned into even more fragmented information.

Faintly, Li Qing seemed to capture some content within these pieces of information.

Some seemed to be a terrifying and immense figure, although only a vague piece of information, it still made him feel an infinite terror.

There were also some inexplicable understandings, seemingly related to some kind of spell.

Or a boundless sea of colorful radiance, seemingly with countless terrifying existences emerging beneath the surface.

Or a continuous immortal palace, seemingly existing somewhere in the world.

These countless fragments of information made his heart tremble slightly.

He felt as though all this information seemed to be real.

It took quite a while for these murmurs to slowly disappear.

At this moment, the entire world was undergoing tremendous changes.

In each mysterious lineage, wondrous events were occurring.

Confucian Sacred Land - Mount of Books and Sea of Learning.

A golden book emitted boundless radiance, attracting the attention of one powerful figure after another within the Confucian lineage.

An illusory name appeared on the book, but soon this illusory name dimmed, as if it did not exist.

A powerful figure from the Confucian lineage arrived here silently, looking at the disappeared name in the register, a look of disbelief appeared on his face.

Because this name appeared on the first page of the register, and this page was none other than the name of the Confucian Saint.

A look of astonishment appeared on the face of this powerful figure. "How is this possible?"