As the saying goes, ginger is spicier when old.
The Old Sect Master truly lived up to his title.
With that one speech,
the Taiji Sect could avoid the awkwardness of having to act against the Yanluo royal family after submitting to the Immortal Dynasty, shifting the spearhead towards Gu Qingfeng. The Taiji Sect now had the perfect reason to act—to uphold the heavenly way, to execute justice on behalf of the various sects and great clans of Yanluo Kingdom.
Not only that, the Old Sect Master's words were highly inflammatory.
Sure enough.
As soon as his voice fell, people from the Southern Dipper Sect, the Xiao Family, and the Four Great Clans and Seven Great Sects all stepped forward, shouting with great fanfare about upholding the heavenly way, eliminating a scourge for the people, and slaying Gu Tianlang.
The Four Great Clans and Seven Great Sects combined numbered tens of thousands. Their unified roar created a spectacular and momentarily chaotic scene.
Suddenly!
A sharp bolt of lightning streaked towards Gu Qingfeng.
This was an Immortal Art Supernatural Ability, and one of immense power at that.
Who made the first move?
No one knew.
Nor did anyone care, because once someone had acted, a second, a third, and then all the others swiftly followed suit.
In an instant,
the sky was filled with Immortal Arts.
Filled with Supernatural Abilities.
Filled with flying swords.
Filled with imposing auras.
Countless, innumerable.
Like a violent storm of wind and snow, like a torrential downpour of pear blossoms, they madly assaulted Gu Qingfeng, who sat upon his chair.
It was stupefying, and also a sight to behold.
Old Monster Tang, sitting beside Gu Qingfeng, had never imagined that these brats would attack so decisively, nor had he anticipated that in the briefest moment, a dense, seemingly endless barrage of Immortal Art Supernatural Abilities would come raining down.
Old Monster Tang had cultivated for ten thousand years. His experience was rich, his knowledge vast, and he had witnessed and endured countless scenes, big and small. Yet, gazing upon the sky filled with Immortal Arts and Supernatural Abilities, he couldn't help but turn pale with fright, his scalp tingling, his heart trembling.
He had indeed cultivated for ten thousand years.
His cultivation was indeed profound, profound enough to annihilate Immortals.
But as for withstanding so many Immortal Art Supernatural Abilities? He lacked both the courage and the capability. Forget withstanding them; he didn't even dare to try blocking them. Under the encirclement and suppression of so many Immortal Arts and Supernatural Abilities, even if he exerted every ounce of his strength to defend, he feared he wouldn't last more than a few breaths before being reduced to ashes.
Run! The faster, the better!
This was the first thought that flashed through Old Monster Tang's mind.
However, just as he was about to flash away and escape, a bizarre change occurred within the scene.
One of the attacking Immortal Art Supernatural Abilities had, for some unknown reason, inexplicably frozen in mid-air.
No!
Not just one, but all of them!
The countless Immortal Arts and Supernatural Abilities that moments ago had been like a torrential downpour of pear blossoms were now, at this very moment, all suspended in mid-air. It was as if time had frozen, like a scene captured in a painting.
Was it only the Immortal Arts and Supernatural Abilities that were frozen?
No.
Immediately after, Old Monster Tang discovered that all those who had made a move were also frozen in mid-air like statues.
The murderous Cang Yun was!
Heir Apparent Disciple Mu Dongsheng of the Taiji Sect was.
The twin prodigy brothers Guan Jin and Guan Yu of the Southern Dipper Sect were.
The more than two hundred prodigy nobles of the Immortal Dynasty were.
Wang Feiyu, who possessed the Human Dao Edict, was.
Even Liuguang Que and Long Qianren, who had previously been standing imposingly in the air to the left and right, were the same. The two hadn't even had time to summon their pride and joy—the 811-Colored Spirit of the Great Nature and the Azure Dragon Dominating the Sun—before they were frozen in place.
The Old Sect Master of the Taiji Sect, Sect Head Wei Chang of the Southern Dipper Sect, and a group of Wandering Immortals were no exception. Without a single omission, all were frozen in the air.
What happened?
Who knew?
No one knew.
They only knew that all those who had acted were inexplicably motionless.
Those who hadn't acted seemed unaffected. They didn't even understand what was going on.
"Que'er!"
"Qianren!"
Upon discovering that Liuguang Que and Long Qianren were inexplicably frozen, several Immortals from the Immortal Dynasty side, led by Liuguang Tao, immediately rushed over.
But they only managed to rush over.
As they rushed, they too inexplicaneously froze in mid-air, along with the Immortal Spirit radiance shimmering around them and the Immortal Spirit Power violently erupting from them.
Witnessing this scene,
the inner council elders of the Four Great Clans and Seven Great Sects, who had also been preparing to charge forward, no longer dared to move. All were terrified, their expressions drastically changed as they retreated repeatedly.
Within the Immortal Dynasty ranks, Xun Nian and the other thirty-plus Immortals, the five hundred-plus Wandering Immortals, and the several thousand Ancient Earth Immortals were also frightened pale, retreating repeatedly as if they had seen ghosts.
Immortal Dynasty Envoy Yun Bao could no longer remain seated. With a horrified expression, he leapt up, eyes wide, heart trembling uncontrollably.
Silence.
Absolute, profound silence.
Those who had acted and were now frozen were many—thousands.
They included the more than two hundred nobles of the Immortal Dynasty, as well as the sect heads and elders of the Four Great Clans and Seven Great Sects.
Those who hadn't acted, while unaffected, were now all terrified, retreating repeatedly, not daring to utter a word.
What happened?
What in the world was going on?
The Immortals of the Immortal Dynasty didn't know.
Tang Yunhao and his wife of the Yanluo royal family didn't know.
Heishui, Hei Fo, including Old Mei, also didn't know.
All of them retreated while looking around, gazing at the countless frozen Immortal Arts and Supernatural Abilities suspended in the air, and at the thousands of frozen experts.
No one had ever witnessed such a mysterious and bizarre scene.
No one had ever seen such an unbelievable spectacle.
No one knew what had happened. Those gathered at the foot of Coiling Dragon Mountain to watch the excitement were utterly dumbfounded.
Surveying the scene,
only three people seemed unaffected.
One was Fei Kui, one was Old Monster Tang.
And the other was that Gu Qingfeng.
Fei Kui had stood beside Gu Qingfeng from beginning to end, not uttering a single word or syllable. He stood there repeating one task: pouring wine for Gu Qingfeng, one cup after another.
Regarding everything happening around him, he didn't even bother to look up. It was as if no matter how major the event, even if the sky were collapsing, it wasn't as important as pouring wine for Gu Qingfeng.
He was like that.
As for Old Monster Tang, he was currently quite frightened—more accurately, shocked to the point of disbelief.
Having cultivated for ten thousand years, this was the first time he had witnessed such an inconceivable event. He hadn't even heard of such a thing before.
He also didn't know what exactly was happening, but one thing was certain: Gu Qingfeng must have done this.
But had he really acted?
No.
At the very least, Old Monster Tang hadn't detected Gu Qingfeng making a move. This fellow was still the same as before, sitting in his chair, leaning to one side, resting against the left armrest, legs crossed, leisurely eating spirit fruits and delicacies, taking occasional sips of wine.
He had been like this the whole time.
Forget making a move.
He hadn't even furrowed his brow, hadn't even blinked!
"Kid Gu, this...
Did you do this?"
Perhaps the shock in his heart was too great—so great that not only did Old Monster Tang find it hard to believe, but he also struggled to bear it, his speech becoming somewhat faltering.
"Who else?"
Gu Qingfeng replied indifferently. "Could it have been you?"
"But...
What is...
What is this? And what...
What kind of technique is it?"
Perhaps tired of sitting, Gu Qingfeng drained his cup of wine, stood up, shook out his sleeves, stretched lazily, and said with utter boredom, "This is called Absolute Domain."
Turning around, he smiled slightly and added, "Also known as the Forbidden Zone of the Gods."