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The clouds of the nine heavens madly surged, as if a flood dragon was trying to be fierce. The phoenix stood upright like a heavenly sword, the mountain peak piercing through the heavens. Clouds and mist enveloped the mountain peaks all year round, making people feel mysterious and grand.

This was the Cloud, situated at the Misty Peak in the Constant Country.

"Three days have already passed. I wonder if the princess has passed through the climbing ladder yet?"

Qin Tian held his cheek in his right hand and had a stalk of grass in his mouth. He had his back against the stalagmite and looked very wooden. However, a pair of bright eyes betrayed him.

He also yearned for the Immortal Dao.

Back at the Duke Palaces, Qin Tian had heard too many legends about immortals.

What is an Immortal?

It was that power that could pull a mountain. Legends said that immortals could fly in the sky and escape the earth. It was capable of plucking stars and stealing moons. It was able to move mountains and overturn the seas.

However, when he was in the Duke Palaces, he was just a pageboy. Because he had raised Battle Wolves with all his heart, Princess Mingfeng had specially entered the Celestial Sect to bring him along.

As for the princess, she was only sixteen years old this year. However, she was already a profound strength expert of the flesh sage Realm, and in addition to her noble identity as a princess of Yan Dynasty, she had obtained a spot in the Cloud Sect.

Qin Tian licked his lips. He felt like his throat was going to burst into smoke. However, he didn't dare show it. He looked around vigilantly and felt relieved.

After all, being able to enter the Cloud with his status of a slave was already an enormous fortune.

At this moment, Qin Tian suddenly jumped forward nimbly and rolled on the ground.

"Pah!"

The whip landed on the spot where Qin Tian was just standing. Qin Tian got up from the ground awkwardly like a frightened cat.

He turned around and looked at the stalagmite. The whip was so powerful that even the stalagmites were smashed into smithereens. It was a sure guarantee that a single lash could split a person's skin and flesh.

"Wu Mu, what are you doing!"

Qin Tian was on full alert, both shocked and furious.

"Brat, your reactions are quite nimble."

The few of them rushed over, their imposing manner extraordinary, especially the man in the lead. His eyes were narrow and long, with a cold glint in his eyes. It was obvious that he was a vicious character. That whip just now had come from him.

This person had the same surname as the princess. His surname was Yan Kingdom, and he was also the distant concubine of the princess Wu Qingya.

"Qin Tian, the mission that the princess ordered for you to collect the 'Amethyst Spirit Dew' is pretty good. You dare to be lazy here?"

Wu Mu played with the black python whip in his hand. The whip actually wrapped itself around his wrist and weaved around it. It was just like Wu Mu, it was like a poisonous snake with its fangs exposed.

The Purple Dawn Spiritual Dew was, in reality, the dew on strange flowers and plants.

The dew had fused with the first ray of the Rising Sun from the East, Purple Qi from the East. Therefore, even if it was just morning dew, it could still nourish the organs, cleanse the mind, and other miraculous effects. The medicinal efficacy was even better than that of the Ginseng, Lingzhi, and other such miraculous effects.

A single gram of Linglu was worth a single gram of gold.

"Princess's talent is outstanding, she has already set foot on the climbing ladder, once she passes it, she can become a disciple of Celestial Sect, and soar through the skies, free to do whatever she wants. At that time, there will be heavenly materials for her to cultivate, so how would she care about this mere Zichen Lingshuang!"

Qin Tian was well aware that Wu Mu was the one who asked for the task under the princess.

As for the spirit dew collected, it had long been divided up by Wu Mu and a few of his henchmen.

Although Qin Tian gritted his teeth in hatred, he didn't dare to show any of his dissatisfaction.

Wu Mu was not only related to the princess, he also cultivated in martial arts.

Although his aptitude was not very high, because he held the position of the Regional Academy's vice director, he had quite a lot of resources for cultivation. In these few years, his martial arts cultivation had truly stepped into the threshold, his vitality was vigorous, and his inner strength was strong and vigorous.

In Tian Yuan Continent, things were weird.

It was fortunate that the heavens were benevolent, giving them a chance at survival. Among them, the rise of the human race to break through the tide, to enter the holy realm through martial arts and cultivate immortals, finally forcing the demons to retreat. This kind of person was honored with the name of Taoist Saint, and everyone else was honored with the title of Guardian Priest.

All in all, Immortals and Fiendgods would never swear an oath to each other.

Other than the guards killing the demons, the mortals also practiced martial arts and cultivated their bodies. They all thought that one day they would also be able to break through the shackles of cultivation.

The flesh sage realms were divided into ten parts: one side nourished the Qi, the other side breathed in and out, the three sides were strong and strong, the four sides were filled with energy, the five sides were ferocious, the six sides were formed with weapons, the seven sides were illusionary, the eight directions of creation, and the nine sides were connected to the spirit.

Every increase in a cultivation base was an earth-shattering stroke of good fortune.

The fourth party was called 'Shen-Yong Realm'.

A cauldron weighed a thousand pounds.

In the eyes of the deities, Martial Saint might not be much. To him, it was just a thought to kill and rob. However, to Qin Tian, a powerful expert was an extraordinary person.

Wu Mu was an expert on Shen-Yong Realm.

Seeing that Qin Tian was silent, a cold light flashed in Wu Mu's eyes. His wrist trembled as the whip flew out. It made an explosive sound as he lashed out at Qin Tian: "Brat, are you deaf or not, or you're not satisfied with me?"

Qin Tian was unable to dodge this whip and his sleeves were instantly ripped apart. The bloody wound on his left arm was even more shocking.

"Hiss …"

Qin Tian's eyes almost popped out of his head as beads of sweat gushed out from his forehead. Although his entire body was trembling slightly, he was still able to forcefully endure the pain. A hint of salty fishy taste came from the corner of his mouth as he said, "I'm still short of half a gourd of spirit dew."

"The sun is about to rise. When the time comes, I'll be even less than a gram."

Wu Mu snorted coldly. Qin Tian felt like he was being targeted by a venomous snake. He said in a low voice, "Whip your corpse!"

With that, Wu Mu left under the lead of his henchmen.

Qin Tian would not take Wu Mu's threats as a joke.

When they were at the Duke Palace, the number of servants and maids who had lost their lives to Wu Mu definitely exceeded two.

"Wu Mu, don't give me the chance to turn things around."

Qin Tian looked at his retreating back. His hands were clenched into fists and his eyes were bloodshot.

However, he also knew that the most important thing right now was to get through this crisis.

"..." As Qin Tian headed towards the Spirit Garden to collect the morning spiritual dew, the immortal palace floating in the depths of the clouds suddenly trembled. The vibration was very strong, like a meteor falling to the ground.

Within the Immortal palace … A conical platform floated beside the two of them. Each platform took up several acres of land, and there were even many grand diagrams carved into the platform. The size was terrifying, as if it was the country of giants.

At the same time, on the platform were many Dharma Idol's.

The Dharma Idol gave off an indescribably mysterious aura. The Dharma Idol had the appearance of an emperor, a general, a scholar, and a woman. The Dharma Idol even looked like an ancient sacred emperor wearing a fur skirt that exposed the upper half of its body. They were all the protectors of the Cloud Sect, and each of their powers were strong enough to pick up stars and take the moon.

As the saying goes, the heart gives birth to the true self.

To powerful cultivators, these Dharma Idol were the true portrayals of what they truly felt in their hearts.

An almighty being with true fairyland could use their thoughts to reveal themselves, transforming their true nature into a Dharma Idol, and revealing their true spirit bodies.

For example, the emperor among mortals. If the opponent had mastered the way of cultivation and possessed the aura of an emperor, then when he stepped into the true fairyland one day, the Dharma Idol that would be revealed would be the emperor.

Elementary Scholars, the Dharma Idol could be a scholar.

Or it could be said that once he becomes a true Immortal, his Dharma Idol will be a dragon.

At this moment, the Dharma Idol was looking at the figure seated at the head of the hall.

Their eyes were filled with admiration and deep admiration.

He looked to be about twenty years of age, and had a picturesque appearance. He was elegant and calm, and his temperament was as clear as the moonlight, and even though he was right in front of the eyes of the crowd, he gave off the feeling that he was far away from the world, as if he was a mirror and the moon. It was as if he was not in the same time and space as everyone else.

That figure was the sect leader of the Cloud Sect.

Each of his shoulders had a huge, silver-white Horned Dragon that was hundreds of meters long. The Horned Dragon's body would release a great dragon's power with just a slight movement of its body, making others not dare to desecrate it and even want to prostrate and worship it.

Although the Horned Dragon was not a Sky Dragon, it still had the bloodline of a Sky Dragon.

But now, it was protecting the Cloud's Sect Master. This showed that it had been subdued, so how powerful was the Cloud's Sect Master?

"Sigh …"

The Sect Leader of Cloud let out a sigh.

What difficulty?

He's actually called the Cloud's Sect Leader?

"Sect head, do the heavens want my Immortal Dao to be destroyed?"

The one who spoke was a 20-30 year old lady. Not only was this woman beautiful, her voice was also gentle and slender, her eyebrows were like willow leaves, her waist was thin, and her figure was like a water lotus flower without equal. She looked like a lady from the mortal world.

However, no one dared to underestimate this woman.

She was the only female out of the nine great Guardian Elders of the Cloud Sect.

"Lang Xie's starlight is dim, the Broken Wolf is fierce, the Broken Wolf is the Master is killing, the Demons are rampant, the Demons and Demons have been hibernating for millions of years and have begun to move. If they want to dominate the six paths of life, it is unknown just how many living beings will perish.

The Sect Leader of the Cloud sighed.

"What!?" "A Primaltwin?"

The nine Protectors' faces were filled with shock.

The Apocalypse of the Era was a calamity which could destroy the world.

From ancient times until now, every single calamity was a purge. More than half of the living would perish during the calamity, and even cultivators like them would be no exception.

"Sect Leader, is there no chance of survival?"

A Dharma Idol Elder dressed in the attire of a civil servant asked.

"Everything in the world has its limits. Whether or not we can avoid this catastrophe is not something that we can turn the tide …"

The tone of the Cloud's Sect Leader was faint and full of charm. "I hope that Supreme Force will issue a decree calling upon the 'Guardian' to work together to kill the demons and resist this apocalypse."

What kind of calamity was this!

He actually needed to use a guardian to turn the tide?

The Protector Elders all had a serious expression on their faces.

"Sovereign, then we will just sit and wait for death. We won't do anything?"

The female Guardian Elder became anxious.

"It's not that we're just sitting there waiting for death, it's just that the opportunity hasn't arrived yet. We need to wait for the right moment."

The sect master of the Cloud shook his head slightly. His gaze was deep, and only then did he use a voice that he could hear to mutter to himself, "Apocalypse, why would there be a trace of such a thing appearing in my Cloud Sect? Is this a blessing or a curse?!"