Chapter 1133: Chapter 1124: Purple Flame Sect Master
Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, another half-month has passed.
Nowadays, Mo Pavilion is renowned worldwide; people from the other three domains—East, West, and North—have all more or less heard of it.
The Stone Sword stands a hundred yards tall, horizontally across the plaza, with a might that seems capable of severing the heavens.
The Stone Tripod stands on the earth, connected to the earth’s meridian, absorbing and emitting Heaven and Earth Laws, underneath which a Dragon Vein of the earth is being nurtured.
Rumor has it that in the Sacred Pool at the rear mountain, there are fish transforming into dragons, attaining Dao and ascending to heaven.
This is a paradise where cultivators from all over the world can enter—a wondrous place for cultivation.
"It’s miraculous indeed. In such a sacred land, just a few days ago, a figure at the Emperor Realm Peak attested to the Void Immortal in Mo Pavilion, and the Heavenly Tribulation it summoned was terrifying. Yet, it was repelled by a law unleashed by the Stone Sword."
"The Stone Tripod every day absorbs and emits Heaven and Earth Laws, making the Power of Laws in Mo Pavilion increasingly abundant, allowing cultivation to advance rapidly there."
"Rumor has it that a few days ago, someone witnessed the scene of fish transforming into dragons in the rear mountain’s Sacred Pool, it’s simply astonishing!"
"Even the Feather Transformation Saint Master personally visited, obtaining a drop of Holy Water, leaving excited. Mo Pavilion is truly extraordinary. No one knows what kind of person Mo Venerable is to establish such a great sect—perhaps even a Sacred Land pales in comparison."
The Southern Domain is thoroughly abuzz, and wherever one goes, one hears discussions, faces filled with indescribable amazement.
"Where is the Master of Mo Pavilion?"
On this day, outside Mo Pavilion’s Mountain Gate, suddenly a soft call comes.
The clear sky is boundless, and the Bright Sun hangs high, yet at the instant the voice is heard, heaven and earth instantly turn dark.
An oppressive Immortal Might envelops, causing everyone to change color involuntarily.
"Purple Flame Sect Master, Zuo Yunfeng!"
Within Mo Pavilion, the cultivators presently sitting cross-legged before the Stone Tripod and Stone Sword are all startled, awakening from their cultivation state.
Looking around, they recognize the figure descending upon them.
"More than a month ago, Purple Flame Sect came forcefully to deal with Mo Pavilion, unexpectedly Wu Chongtian was so infuriated he fainted and had to be carried back. Since that battle, there have been no further actions from them. Who knew today the Sect Master himself would appear!"
"It appears Zuo Yunfeng likely comes with ill intentions. He’s a top figure who’s stepped into the Half-Step Heavenly Immortal Realm, dominating the Southern Domain for years. Without a Saint Master stepping forth, who dares to compete with him?"
People discuss, entirely in an uproar; everyone in Mo Pavilion is startled awake from their cultivation state.
"Far-flying senior is a guest; please enter the pavilion for a brief rest."
At this moment, Jing Yun and the three others appear simultaneously, all with furrowed brows, their expressions slightly grave.
"No need!"
Zuo Yunfeng stands with hands behind him, high above, his deep eyes seem to contain stars and oceans, rendering them inscrutable.
His gaze sweeps over Jing Yun and the others before continuing, "Where is your master? Quickly let him come out to meet me."
"My master is currently contemplating the truth of the Great Dao, and likely cannot meet the senior. If the elder is willing to wait, you can enter our Mo Pavilion, and when our master exits seclusion, we will notify you immediately." Yao Yuntian frowned and said.
Zuo Yunfeng’s tone is extremely arrogant, even the erstwhile Feather Transformation Saint Master dared not speak so.
Though there is anger, Yao Yuntian’s words still appear courteous.
After all, this is a top figure who’s stepped into the Half-Step Heavenly Immortal Realm; across the Southern Domain, there are likely few who dare compare to him.
"Humph!"
However, unexpectedly, Zuo Yunfeng completely disregards Yao Yuntian’s words.
He snorts coldly, reaches out into the void, and a terrifying killing intent instantly fills the surrounding area. A Void Giant Hand covers the Heavenly Vault, in the blink of an eye, pressing down toward Yao Yuntian and the other three.
The four’s complexions change drastically. Although their cultivation has rapidly progressed during this time, they still have no resistance against someone in the Half-Step Heavenly Immortal Realm.
All around, everyone’s faces show shock, unexpected that Zuo Yunfeng would be so aggressive to directly strike against Mo Wangchen’s four disciples.
"Boom!"
Suddenly, the giant hand exploded in mid-air, seeming to be destroyed by an invisible force. Subsequently, from deep within Mo Pavilion, a faint voice resounds, "Daring to kill in front of my Mo Pavilion, this Venerable demands an explanation."
As the voice echoes, the next moment, a young figure, bathed in Holy Light, emerges; like the Heavenly Vault Divine Son, he strides through the void, appearing before everyone in an instant.
"Such a youthful appearance!"
"This must be the Master of Mo Pavilion, the legendary Mo Venerable?"
At this moment, everyone within Mo Pavilion shows faces of astonishment. Most of them have been here for some time.
Yet during this time, they have never seen Mo Wangchen himself.
Seeing him appear now, he is far younger than imagined.
"Master!"
Jing Yun and the others slowly exhale, just now, if Mo Wangchen hadn’t intervened, they’d likely have been killed on the spot.
Mo Wangchen gestures for them to remain silent, then steps forward, standing in front of the four disciples.
With a gaze meeting that of Zuo Yunfeng not far ahead, Mo Wangchen’s countenance is calm, as are his words, "Wanting to kill my disciples at my Mo Pavilion’s gate, you’ve gone too far, Daoist Fellow."
"Despite your youth, you’ve established a sect, now renowned worldwide. Indeed, talents emerge in each generation, shining for hundreds of years. I must admire you, but your Mo Pavilion extends its reach too far, not even considering my Purple Flame Sect."
In the high sky, Zuo Yunfeng stands with hands behind, looking down, and his words contain a gleaming brilliance.
"The matter of right or wrong, this Venerable has already explained and won’t say more. But you want to kill my disciples; for this, I ask for an explanation." Mo Wangchen’s expression remains calm, seemingly unaffected, as he stands quietly in the void.
"Explanation?"
Zuo Yunfeng sneers, "Then I shall give you an explanation."
"Boom!"
His words had just fallen, and he immediately acts without hesitation, opening his mouth to spit out a radiant light, transforming into countless Sword Light, rushing fiercely.
Sword Qi surges to the sky, ascending high, and the immense Sword Pressure instantly fills the scene, causing people to change color.
The entire heaven and earth become dark at this moment; high above, a Sword Sea appears, formed by at least thousands upon thousands of sword shadows.
Every sword absorbs and emits Sword Light, carrying the terrifying Power of Laws, now gathering together, making the area inevitably distorted.
"Holy Flame Sword, cleave!"
Zuo Yunfeng coldly shouts, his voice echoes around, in a flash, thousands upon thousands of sword shadows spread a kind of scorching air flow, seemingly evaporating the void, simultaneously cleaving toward Mo Wangchen.