The momentary lapse of the four Taiyi Venerables, especially in the presence of a great power, had already extinguished any possibility of a comeback.
The Myriad Wolf Trapping Formation, centered around the Four Wolves, was now shattered without a trace.
Qing Ling turned his head, and the figures of the Golden Immortal Venerables fleeing in panic all entered his sight. Dao seeds entered his body, Yin and Yang revolved, absorbing essence, energy, and spirit. The Wood Dao strengthened, Yin and Yang protected, and the Luosheng Flower bloomed.
One Golden Immortal Venerable after another vanished, leaving behind only swaying blood flowers.
The remaining tens of thousands of wolves scattered and fled in disarray.
The Golden Immortal Venerables were gone, the Taiyi clan elders were gone, leaving only their group of Heavenly and Earth ranks, which was meaningless.
Qing Ling paid them no mind. In his eyes, those below Golden Immortal were all ants. Even Golden Immortals and Taiyis were merely younglings.
He lingered no longer and ascended into the sky.
However, a distant gust of wind violently tore through the sky, and an enraged roar echoed.
"Stay where you are!"
Heaven and earth churned, and a burly man stepped out of the clouds. A long saber tore through ten thousand miles, severing the void before him.
Qing Ling did not hesitate. He turned and headed south.
The Golden Bell rang through the void. Wherever it touched, his body arrived.
Qing Ling continued forward, evading a furious strike from a ninth-level Da Luo.
A gentle breeze wafted, seemingly unhurried yet covering ten thousand, a hundred thousand, a million miles in an instant.
He even saw the crescent moon in the distance. The crescent moon tilted and scattered, a brilliant white light spreading for a thousand miles, enveloping Qing Ling.
Qing Ling's brow twitched, and he looked up at the moon.
On the half-moon of the ninth heaven, a woman seemed to stand, her silver hair flying. The maiden was mysterious and unparalleled, with a crescent moon imprinted on her forehead. From her white hair, a pair of wolf ears sprouted.
"Do not flee."
Qing Ling feigned ignorance and asked, "Fellow Daoist, which clan elder are you? I have not injured anyone without reason."
Beneath the moonlight, the white-haired maiden's red lips parted slightly, saying, "Baiyue Wolf Clan, Cang Yue."
The moonlight gathered like a waterfall, transforming into a vast white light spanning ten thousand miles, exploding along with Qing Ling within it.
"Boom~"
The nine heavens quaked, and the sky shone as bright as day.
The burly man arrived, took a small cauldron from his waist, channeled his strength, and threw it down, suppressing the earth for ten thousand miles.
At the same time, he raised his long saber, gathering his strength without moving. Ten thousand saber intents merged into one, waiting to unleash a thunderous strike.
"Cang Yue, this person cannot escape now, can he?"
The maiden shook her head expressionlessly, "I don't know.
But I believe the two of us cannot take him down."
The burly man exclaimed in surprise, "How is that possible! You are a tenth-heaven existence, and I possess eighth-heaven strength. How can we not take down a junior at the second heaven?"
"Jue Pao, you underestimate me," the maiden gestured below.
The middle-aged burly man, addressed as Jue Pao, looked down.
Amidst the cascading moonlight, black light blazed, devouring the white light. A wooden silhouette propped itself up, lifting the cauldron. The Death Dao permeated, like a black veil floating in the white moonlight.
The Qingmu phantom soared into the sky, ten thousand zhang tall and a million miles long, seemingly reaching for the heavens.
The giant cauldron was heavy, like a mountain. The mountain, ten thousand zhang high, pressed down upon the wood, yet could not bring it down.
Qing Ling's face was devoid of joy or sorrow. He spoke in a deep voice, "It seems you two have planned this, destined to stop me?"
Jue Pao snorted coldly, "The karma of you killing my clan's holy son and annihilating the seed of a Da Luo in the past, I, Jue Pao, have not forgotten."
The white-haired maiden also said coldly, "Although the Huanglang Clan is a vassal of our clan, they are still a race that once had a great power. Fellow Daoist, if you release them, I will cease my pursuit."
Qing Ling said lightly, "Since the seed is neither born nor dead, it drifts outside of life and death, depending entirely on providence. It is no longer within my control."
Jue Pao said coldly, "Daoist Cang Yue, why waste words with him? Let us simply fight."
As he spoke, he raised the black long saber he had been charging for a long time and finally slashed down.
Ten thousand saber intents merged into one. The saber stood in the sky, descending from the heavens, becoming a Heavenly Saber. The Heavenly Saber cut down all living beings, severing heaven and earth's destiny. Upon its arrival, all things ceased.
Qing Ling pointed a finger. Black light shot from his sleeve, and heaven and earth darkened. All light was absorbed by this ray. A long arrow shot out, the Four Symbols of Chaos shattering, annihilating all methods.
The God Punisher, with its heaven-defying and fate-breaking momentum, shot upwards against the heavens.
The Heavenly Saber, with its heaven-complying and fate-severing momentum, descended from the sky.
One against the other, one short arrow, one long saber, met in mid-air.
Heaven and earth roared~
The heavens raged, the earth seethed, and all living beings trembled. The saber and arrow did not stop.
The surrounding white moonlight cascaded down, gathering into a sea. The moonlight surged like a tsunami, engulfing all things.
Qing Ling pointed at his feet, and silver light erupted.
Threads of white lines gathered, forming a long bridge across the vast sea of moonlight. The long bridge shimmered with silver, time flowing without end. All laws seemed like emptiness, the bridge of time standing firm.
Qing Ling stood at the head of the bridge, took out the Mi Tian Rope, looked at the maiden beneath the moon, and tossed it with one hand, shouting, "Collect!"
The Mi Tian Rope instantly transformed into an endless silken thread, weaving into a net. The net, vast as one side of the world, fell into the sea of moonlight, suddenly expanding and then contracting, scooping out a "moon" from the vast waters.
Scooping a moon from the water was not an impossible feat.
Qing Ling recalled the net and sealed its power.
The light of heaven and earth dimmed, the moon disappeared, and dark clouds obscured the sky.
The white-haired maiden was stunned. The "moon" beside her had been taken away like this!
Her expression turned icy. She flipped her hand and took out a mirror. The divine mirror shone upon Qing Ling, reflecting an identical phantom. She then tossed the moon mirror down from the ninth heaven.
"Crack."
The moon mirror shattered and scattered in the air. Dozens of fragments fell, mixed with a figure.
The fragments plunged into the sea of moonlight, and from the sea of moonlight, another Qing Ling emerged.
The two Qing Lings looked at each other, both marveling at the other's existence.
Qing Ling's primordial spirit vibrated. The Wind Dao, Sound Dao, Life Dao, Death Dao, Wood Dao, Time, and Tai Chi, seven daos, merged. The mark of the Spring God manifested. The Spring Breeze Flower Rain Banner swayed above. Amidst the wind and rain, all daos combined.
"Moon Qing Ling" froze for a moment, unsure what to do. Before the moon mirror's replication, he had copied a second-heaven Da Luo, not this strange seventh-heaven primordial spirit Da Luo before him.
Qing Ling let out a sneer and pointed. The seven daos merged into a single finger. This finger, bearing the combined power of the seven daos, pierced into the imitation body, which was only at the second heaven.
The seven daos entered the body, a violent, incompatible fusion. The imitation "Qing Ling" instantly exploded, then reformed into a moon mirror, floating up from the moon lake and returning to the maiden's hand.
The maiden's expression shifted slightly. She was unable to deal with a second-heaven Da Luo. Although he couldn't deal with her either, being at the same realm, the strength difference was not that significant.
She had a mind to retreat, not out of fear, but because she felt it was meaningless.
She had merely lost a few disobedient vassal tribesmen. She didn't need to fight to the death and provoke this promising Da Luo.
As for Jue Pao's dignity, her willingness to intervene had already been a concession.
Therefore, the maiden said directly, "Return what you took, and you may leave."
Qing Ling reacted for a moment before understanding. Smiling, he tossed the Mi Tian Net, and a round of moonlight flew back into the sky.
The maiden stepped onto the tip of the crescent moon, and the moonlight poured down, disappearing in an instant.
Jue Pao's face changed drastically, and he cursed, "Cang Yue, you actually fled mid-battle! I will seek an explanation from you later."
Qing Ling said lightly, "Does Your Excellency still intend to block me?"
"Block! Why wouldn't I block!" Jue Pao replied furiously.