Adding two hundred mu of Qingyun, his magic power is as vast as that of a Great Luo Golden Immortal at the eighth level.
Within the Jianmu region, he commanded the six paths with the wood path, wielding the power of the six paths for his own use. His combat strength rivaled that of an eighth-level realm!
Therefore, even with Yuan Kui’s ancestor’s forty percent strength, it would be impossible to defeat a powerful being at the eighth level.
The miasma in the poison domain gradually receded. The Taiji life and death yin and yang separated. Yin and yang transformed into decay and prosperity. Decay formed the outer Great Moon ring, while prosperity formed the inner smaller Moon ring.
Decay absorbed the death aura of the poison path from the outside, while prosperity inside transformed death into life, bursting with verdant vitality.
The black and green rings spun larger and larger, grinding everything in the poison domain like a millstone, splitting heaven and earth. Their momentum grew.
Finally, to Yuan Kui’s ancestor’s unsightly expression, the giant twin ring millstone shattered the poison domain.
The mist scattered, and the man in green clothes still stood.
"The first move, I have received it."
His gaze was indifferent, his extreme calmness giving the mistaken impression of divine nobility. His hair, lifted, settled gently, wind light before him, clouds faint behind.
Everyone was surprised, yet it felt within reason.
After all, he was someone who had walked through one hundred and eight thousand steps. His absolute strength was not to be underestimated. However, to receive it so easily was truly impressive.
"Very well!" Yuan Kui’s ancestor sneered, "It seems I underestimated you.
Then try this move!"
His jade-green palms trembled as he extended them, palms facing the sky, and unleashed dragons and snakes!
The sky darkened for a million li, perhaps ten million li, or even the entire Eastern Wasteland. Countless beings looked up, the sun and moon dimmed, without wind or clouds. Then, a dragon and snake tore through the void, its powerful dragon might and serpentine coldness forcing beings to their knees.
A million dragons and snakes descended from the heavens. The poisonous dragon resembled a dragon yet possessed its might.
Even though he belonged to the dragon-snake lineage, Great Luo of the dragon race would still grant Yuan Kui respect, for he was a heavenly and earthly mighty being!
Even a hundred Great Luos of the dragon race, along with nearly a hundred allied Great Luos, numbered only twenty-six heavenly and earthly mighty beings.
He shook heaven and earth with every move.
As the dragon and snake descended, thousands of threads of poison laws, like snakes and pythons, surged forth, bringing with them the might of heaven and earth.
Qing Ling looked up, a scroll unfolding before him. The spring god mark on his brow stirred, the four seasons shifted, and the passage of time flowed like a waterfall across the sky.
A translucent screen, like paper, formed before Qing Ling amidst the shifting phantoms of time.
The body of the dragon and snake instantly charged in, the profound mysteries of time resisting the surging momentum.
However, this layer of time was ultimately too thin, the dragon and snake too large, the poison too potent. The dragon and snake broke through the screen.
Yet, after the light of time, the seasonal chart of spring unfolded, and the competition of spring among myriad plants was instantly extinguished, then reborn.
The scorching summer sun appeared, only to be swallowed by the dragon and snake, destroying the summer sequence.
The autumn wind swept through, metal Qi filled the sky, and sharp intent came from the west for thirty thousand li.
Behind the dragon and snake, ten thousand threads of poison laws surged, poisonous mist obscured the sky, and the autumn seasonal chart shattered.
The rage of the cold winter brought blizzards, all things rested in winter. The dragon and snake, having experienced three sequences of time, began to slow. But behind it, ten thousand strands of the great path of poison followed, their malevolent green tainting the pure snow.
The seasonal chart of the four seasons only blocked for a few breaths before the pervasive poisonous gas arrived.
Qing Ling’s face remained calm. The spring god mark on his brow stirred. Jianmu, supporting the heavens, rose straight up. The colossal tree stood tall, the four seasons revolving around Jianmu. Qing Ling presided over spring.
The flow of time merged into the four seasons, taking Jianmu as its root, Qing Ling as the source, spring as the beginning, summer as the peak, autumn as the decline, and winter as the end.
The seasonal chart of the four seasons once again blocked before him. However, this time, integrated with the flow of time and anchored by Jianmu, the four charts were not easily shattered.
But under the ferocity of the dragon and snake, the chart of the four seasons was broken again.
Yet, Qing Ling raised a finger and traced a line in the air. White light turned into a river, and the seasonal chart returned to its place as the four seasons, spring beginning anew, once again blocking the dragon and snake.
The advantage of the dragon and snake lay in its momentum. A concerted effort would weaken, and a third attempt would exhaust it.
With each block, the surging momentum of the dragon and snake greatly diminished. Da Feng Novel Network.
Qing Ling’s life and death eyes spun. A blood-red flower bloomed, its vibrant red growing amidst the terrifying poisonous mist.
The Luo Sheng flower bloomed. Having once been the ultimate poison of ten thousand tears, it naturally feared no poison!
Yuan Kui’s ancestor’s face showed unconcealed shock. His eighty percent strength at the eighteenth level could very likely defeat a heavenly and earthly mighty being who had just entered the eleventh level. Even if he didn’t defeat them, he wouldn’t be able to easily withstand it.
However, Qing Ling was calm and composed, not taking a single step back, his expression unchanged.
To be able to withstand it was already incredible, but to do so so effortlessly was beyond comprehension.
Not only them, but the mighty beings observing from all directions were equally stunned.
From afar, on Jade Capital Mountain, a Daoist raised his gaze, and for the first time, this ant entered his sight.
This gaze lasted for immeasurable eons.
The four seasons chart before Qing Ling rose and fell, hovering between rebirth and destruction. It was not only the power of his primordial spirit but also the ceaseless power of Jianmu, the power of time and the celestial spheres, the power of the spring god, and the destruction and creation of the Taiji two principles.
After thirty-six cycles of the four seasons, the dragon and snake weakened, and the pervasive poison thinned.
Qing Ling grasped the seasonal chart and unfurled it across the sky. The temporal sequences of the four directions returned.
Spring and summer led the east for spring, south for summer, west for autumn, and north for winter. Merely leading the four qi, it extended for hundreds of millions of li!
"Eternal spring and autumn, I command the four seasons!"
The four qi of the four directions responded to the summons of the first four seasons’ temporal treasure in the world, rushing in like a tide. The majestic power of heaven and earth gave birth to the four seasons: spring’s growth, summer’s intense sun, autumn’s metal wind, and winter’s snow, suppressing the four directions to form the four phenomena.
Qing Ling brought down his palm. His primordial spirit operated to its extreme, nearing collapse, yet he still let out a long roar.
"Suppress!"
The four season phantasms descended from the heavens in unison. The dragon and snake were powerless, plummeting from the nine heavens to the earth, letting out a mournful cry before dissipating.
The powerhouses of the three races and the mighty beings of the era all sensed it. Talent emerges in every generation!
From this moment on, Qing Ling entered the grand tide of the era, and also emerged from it.
Yuan Kui was stunned for a long time before coming to his senses. The strange expression on his face disappeared, and he said with resignation, "Good! Strong individuals emerge in every generation! My race has such a descendant. I am old and no longer capable.
Greetings, Ancestor!"
Beside him, Yuan Su and Yuan He, shocked, were a beat slower and could only bow: "Greetings, Ancestor!"
Granny Hua Geng’s face turned joyful, and she also said, "Greetings, Ancestor!"
Teng Ni and Teng Tu said in unison, "Greetings, Snake Ancestor!"
Qing Ling stood on Jianmu, a faint smile on his face. He retracted his divine chart and returned the greeting, "Thank you all for your fulfillment!"
Yuan Kui’s ancestor’s heart was incredibly complex. Privately, he had longed for the great fortune and immense benefits of the ancestral position.
But publicly, he was old and had no possibility of further advancement. Ceding his position to a descendant like Qing Ling, who appeared once in a thousand aeons, was the best choice.
However, from the perspective of the Hai Snake Royal Clan, as their king, how could he willingly submit and become a subordinate?
Yuan Kui sighed, "Although my Hai Snake Royal Clan respects the Ancestor, we do not follow the Ancestor's commands. Please forgive us!"
Qing Ling raised his hand, releasing the image of the dragon and snake beneath Jianmu, and said gently, "It is alright. We are all of the same clan; we should have affection."
Yuan Kui nodded, said nothing, retracted the dragon and snake, and turned to leave.
He truly did not know if Qing Ling could have withstood his full power. Rationally, it was impossible. But the emotions present made him feel that the other party could have.
Ten-tenths of his strength was his trump card. Yuan Kui felt there was no need to contend further.
The Hai Snake Royal Clan headed east. A rainbow of destiny, however, came from the east.
The Hai Snake Royal Clan divided their destiny and merged it into the Myriad Snake Origin Seal. The mark on Qing Ling’s brow was the true Myriad Snake Origin Seal!
The two Great Luos of the Teng Snake lineage also bowed and took their leave. Duguan returned to its quiet state.
Qing Ling sat cross-legged on Jianmu. The branches and leaves above his head obscured the sunlight, also blocking all prying eyes.
"Pfft~"
A mouthful of heart blood spurted out, nourishing the body of Jianmu.
Qing Ling's aura plummeted to its weakest state.
Granny Hua Geng’s face paled in alarm. She quickly took out a drop of dan blood and merged it into Qing Ling’s brow, then began to guard him.
Qing Ling looked up. His face showed a terrifying paleness, almost completely exhausted. Yet, he still smiled at Hua Geng.
"Granny, the Ancestor's wish, I have not failed."
Hua Geng looked at the weak but still persistent Qing Ling. His smile held a breathtaking brilliance.
"Good! Granny understands. You have succeeded."
She seemed to see again the innocent little snake from years ago, who had now become a breathtaking marvel of the world.
But who knew the pain behind being called a genius by others!
The world only knew that he could withstand the full strike of a heavenly and earthly mighty being, something a genius who had walked through one hundred and eight thousand steps should be capable of.
But the world did not know that beneath the halo, Qing Ling was also just an ordinary cultivator. Even a genius had limits.
This strike had cost him the power of his primordial spirit, his essence blood, emptied his sea of Qi, and was his utmost effort.
If he faced death, anyone who could withstand this strike could easily take his life.