Seeing this, the Qinglian woman's pupils constricted.
"Who exactly are you? In this era, there should not be a being like you."
As she spoke, green lotuses bloomed around the woman, their forms distorting space and time.
Seemingly only human-sized, her true body was in another dimension, blooming like a flower of a world.
Endless dao rhymes, carrying infinite power, surged towards Mu Changqing.
Mu Changqing also stepped into the distorted spacetime, hands behind his back, his purple eyes emitting endless purple light, illuminating all realms.
The Qinglian woman wished to test Mu Changqing's methods, and Mu Changqing was equally interested in her.
With tacit understanding, the two entered another spacetime with supreme means, initiating a battle of probing.
Green lotuses bloomed, and above the world lotuses, stars were annihilated, emitting endless chaotic energy, imbued with infinite creative dao rhymes.
"If you can withstand one of my moves, I will spare your life."
The Qinglian woman said coldly, her words incredibly arrogant.
However, considering her strength, she indeed had the capital for such arrogance.
The smile on Mu Changqing's face remained unchanged. Purple Nether Flames erupted around him, darkening the sky, annihilating all living beings within.
Behind him was like a dark abyss, with wisps of purple Netherlight dotting it.
Beneath the resounding Great Dao Bell, the Qinglian phantom erupted with billions of immortal rays, flowing through all realms towards Mu Changqing.
Her form was like a Nine Heavens Profound Lady, pure and inviolable, suspended in the void of chaos, her posture proud, looking down at Mu Changqing.
"Such an ancient aura. I thought only the Heavenly Dao was interesting in this world, but I didn't expect others to be hidden. I... am not alone."
Mu Changqing murmured to himself, his black robe fluttering wildly, his black hair flying backward.
The Purple Nether Flames erupted, burning all heavens.
He slowly extended his right hand, and billions of Purple Nether Flames flowed out from Mu Changqing's body, devouring all attacks.
The Qinglian woman's beautiful eyes rapidly contracted, and her figure retreated from spacetime, all attacks dissipating.
Mu Changqing took another step, pursuing the Qinglian woman through ancient history.
This was the true first battle after his return to the realms. How could he let this cultivator who piqued his interest escape?
"Damn it, how can there be such a powerful being?"
The Qinglian woman's delicate face changed. Green lotuses burst forth with dazzling radiance again, disturbing the river of time.
She intended to use this to banish Mu Changqing into the river of time.
"Annihilate."
Mu Changqing, with his hands behind his back, moved through the river of time, pursuing the Qinglian woman.
As the river of time churned, Mu Changqing's faint words could calm the spatial disturbances.
Taking a step across endless spacetime, Mu Changqing's hand transformed into billions, descending into countless eons and spaces to capture the Qinglian woman's figure.
The graceful figures were each crushed by Mu Changqing, like exploding bubbles, fragile and unbearable.
"Stop. Regardless of past, present, or future, you cannot escape my grasp."
Mu Changqing's extreme confidence stemmed from his strength.
In the final blow, the Qinglian woman's figure exploded, turning into nothingness.
"I remember you. In the future, we will meet again. By then, my true body will return to the realms, and our battle will not end."
A cold voice echoed. Mu Changqing stood with his hands behind his back on the river of time, the phenomenon of worlds perishing and being born around him dissipating.
He was not surprised by this. The reason he was interested in this woman was that this was merely an avatar projection, yet it was so formidable.
Therefore, her origin must be terrifying, and her true body must be something that one dared not contemplate or trace.
"Quite interesting. I'll wait for you."
Mu Changqing left a sentence and his figure returned to reality.
He did not fear the remnants hiding in the dark.
From this, he also understood that before the era of Emperor's Fall, there were powerful beings slumbering for endless years between heaven and earth.
Perhaps they were Innate Gods and Demons, or perhaps they were Innate Beings...!
But none of this mattered. Whether it was the Heavenly Dao or Innate Beings,
Mu Changqing would find them one by one and suppress them.
Returning to reality, the surrounding cultivators, whose time had been frozen, resumed their movements, unaware of what had just transpired.
"Thousand mountains, dusk snow, the sea of clouds, the begonia remains the same, things change, people are not the same, flowers are not flowers, trees are not trees."
He whispered a sentence and walked towards the dojo.
The moment he approached, a figure descended from the sky, crashing onto the ground.
This stirred up dust several feet high and repelled dozens of surrounding cultivators.
As the dust settled, a man in dark armor holding a cold iron spear, radiating icy light, pointed directly at Mu Changqing.
"How dare you trespass on the forbidden dojo and break the rules? Do you wish to die?"
Mu Changqing looked up. The man in dark armor exuded integrated spirit energy, his gaze sharp, and a murderous aura emanated from him.
"How audacious, to dare to step beyond the boundary and enter the forbidden dojo."
"He's probably a cultivator from another great realm who doesn't understand the rules. That place is heavily guarded by the Fengtian Immortal Dynasty, the dojo of that legendary figure."
"No, wait... he seems... to have no cultivation. He's an ordinary person."
...
"Rules? I hate two types of people most in my life: one is those who make me abide by rules, and the other is those who do not abide by my rules. Which type do you think you are?"
Mu Changqing smiled. Even with the cold light mere inches away, he did not take it to heart.
The people around looked on with astonishment.
"Holy crap, even though this guy has no cultivation, I'm willing to call him an idol."
"Where did that courage come from?"
...
The armored man laughed in anger, his killing intent intensifying.
"Rules? That is the privilege of the strong. What are you, seeking death?"
The cold iron spear struck, creating layers of black cracks in the air.
The armored man was a powerful cultivator of the Fengtian Immortal Dynasty and had no fear of a mortal without cultivation.
Even if he were a cultivator who did not abide by the Fengtian Immortal Dynasty's rules, he would kill him.
As the cold light struck, Mu Changqing's expression remained calm.
He extended his right hand and lightly touched the cold iron spear.
*Bang!*
With a crisp sound, the cold iron spear shattered into pieces.
Immediately after, the armored man was horrified to find a wisp of purple Netherflame traveling through space and entering his body.
His soul and body were simultaneously burned by the purple flames, and extreme pain surged through him.
The armored man wailed and fell to the ground, purple flames burning his flesh but not damaging his body, which was extremely bizarre.
His hand continuously tore at his flesh, revealing bone. He even tried to choke himself, destroying his own dantian and meridians, but it was all in vain.
The surrounding onlookers scattered in terror, watching this bizarre scene.
"Death is sometimes more terrifying than life. Enjoy this ultimate pain."
Mu Changqing's expression was calm and serene. His figure disappeared, and he stepped into the dojo.
Only then did the onlookers react from their shock, but they did not dare to approach the armored man, who was screaming in agony.
At this moment, strong individuals from the Fengtian Immortal Dynasty arrived from afar, dispersing the crowd.
"Do not approach. These purple flames are too strange. Surround this dojo and await the arrival of the Immortal Dynasty's Holy Son and the reincarnated great expert. Those who dare to offend my Fengtian Immortal Dynasty are seeking death."
The strong individuals of the Fengtian Immortal Dynasty in this area did not act rashly but chose to cordon off the area.
"Kill me, kill me, ahhhhh! He is a demon, please, kill me."
Looking at the armored man in extreme pain, begging for an end to his life,
the crowd fell silent, filled with inner dread.
What kind of pain was it that could make a dignified integrated-realm expert unable to bear it?
"Make your move, kill him."
The leading man spoke. A strong individual behind him stepped forward, took a deep breath, suppressing the fear in his heart.
He circulated his spirit energy, forming a killing blow.
*Bang!*
The killing blow was unleashed, landing on the man.
Dust swirled. As everyone silently mourned for the armored man,
in the next moment, a shrill wail echoed again. Purple flames spread, burning along the spirit energy towards the surroundings.
Caught off guard, dozens of people were engulfed by the strange purple flames, their souls and bodies simultaneously consumed by the purple fire.