The main peak, the sect leader's sacred ground.
The Yangfeng Sect Master was in seclusion, his body enveloped in dense spiritual energy, both stable and powerful.
Just then, the sect leader sensed something amiss, instantly opening his eyes. A cold glint flashed in his eyes, and his spiritual energy surged violently.
He appeared atop the main peak in a flash, his gaze piercing, fixed intently on Fang Xian in the distance.
"Who dares trespass on my Yangfeng Sect!"
The sect leader's voice boomed like a bell, his words carrying spiritual energy that swept out like a storm.
Fang Xian knew the sect leader's perception was strong, and had no intention of concealing himself.
"I am Fang Xian, and I invite you to die."
With that, he casually waved his hand, and several sharp blades of ghostly light instantly condensed, shooting towards the sect leader like lightning.
The sect leader's expression turned solemn. His hands swiftly formed hand seals, and a spiritual energy shield instantly formed before him.
The blades struck the shield, unleashing a series of crisp explosions, the spiritual energy surging.
"Hmph, not bad."
The sect leader snorted coldly, his figure flashing like lightning as he instantly closed in. His right fist, imbued with immense spiritual power, hurtled towards Fang Xian like a falling star.
However, Fang Xian remained unperturbed, vanishing in a flash.
The sect leader was startled and quickly turned around, only to see Fang Xian already appearing behind him like a ghost, his palm striking towards his back without warning.
The sect leader had no time to dodge and could only channel his spiritual power to take the blow head-on.
With a deafening crash, the sect leader was sent flying like a kite with a broken string, crashing into several towering trees before coming to a stop.
He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, inwardly marveling, "Such powerful strength!"
The sect leader took a deep breath, his spiritual power surging wildly around him. A colossal phantom of spiritual power slowly emerged behind him, glaring angrily, radiating boundless majesty.
"Let me show you the ultimate technique of my Yangfeng Sect!"
The Sect Master roared, his phantom swung a giant fist, smashing towards Fang Xian.
Faced with this full-force attack, Fang Xian used only two-tenths of his strength.
In the blink of an eye, he deflected the giant fist.
"Boom!"
The explosion resounded through the sky, the entire Yangfeng Sect trembling violently from the impact.
The booming sound echoed throughout the sect, a flash of light tearing through the night sky like lightning, startling the birds and beasts roosting in the forest into flight.
The light dissipated, and cracks appeared in the Sect Master's phantom of spiritual energy before shattering.
"Clang!"
The Sect Master's expression changed drastically, his body swaying precariously in the air, his spiritual energy becoming chaotic.
"This... what kind of power is this..."
He muttered to himself, his eyes filled with resentment and despair.
Just then, many disciples and elders of the Yangfeng Sect flew in on their swords, arriving at the scene upon hearing the commotion.
In the blink of an eye, a dense swarm of figures surrounded Fang Xian and the injured sect leader.
The disciples looked tense, gripping their magical artifacts tightly, yet their eyes revealed unwavering resolve.
The elders, on the other hand, frowned, their spiritual energy surging, ready to respond to any crisis.
"Protect the sect leader!"
An elder raised his arm and shouted, his voice carrying an undeniable authority.
The crowd responded in unison, then quickly took their positions and activated the sect's protective array.
Instantly, countless rays of light emanated from the crowd, intertwining and converging to form a massive spiritual energy barrier, protecting the sect leader and all the disciples within.
On the barrier, ancient runes flickered and danced, radiating a mysterious and powerful aura.
Seeing this, Fang Xian merely smiled contemptuously, his eyes filled with disdain.
He slowly raised his hand, a dark light gathering in his palm, forming a black vortex.
Then, with a gentle flick of his arm, the black vortex shot towards the sect's protective array like an arrow.
The moment the vortex touched the barrier, the entire array trembled violently, the runes flickering as if they might be extinguished at any moment.
Everyone felt an overwhelming force surging down, making it almost impossible for them to breathe.
"Hold on! Activate the array with all your might!"
The elders shouted, their voices filled with anxiety.
The disciples gritted their teeth, large beads of sweat rolling down their foreheads, pouring all their spiritual energy into the array.
However, their efforts seemed so insignificant before Fang Xian's overwhelming power.
The black vortex continued to erode the barrier, tearing a large hole in it like a sharp blade in just a moment.
Immediately afterward, the entire barrier collapsed with a deafening roar, the powerful backlash of spiritual energy instantly blasting everyone away.
The elders and disciples plummeted to the ground like kites with broken strings, raising clouds of dust.
They coughed up blood, their faces ashen, their eyes filled with terror and despair.
Fang Xian's casual strike had not only shattered their prized protective formation but also severely injured them.
He sneered and slowly walked towards the sect leader, each step causing the ground to tremble slightly, the immense pressure rendering everyone immobile.
"You—who exactly are you? Why did you destroy my Yangfeng Sect?"
The sect leader stared at Fang Xian with resentment, completely unable to fathom what he had done to offend him.
However, cultivators were inherently prone to killing, and his persistent questioning was simply a way to die knowing the truth.
But he never imagined that Fang Xian, through the elder's memories and utilizing his extraordinary comprehension and immense strength, would immediately master the combat style of the fantasy world, making it impossible for him to recognize Fang Xian as someone from another world.
Otherwise, he wouldn't have asked that question; he would have simply chosen to self-destruct.
Fang Xian raised his hand and unleashed the "Fire Illusion Technique," beginning to probe the sect leader's memories.
Regarding information about the "Origin of the World," a small sect like Yangfeng Sect naturally had no way of knowing, and Fang Xian didn't think he could find out.
However, he did gain some insights, such as the numerous sects and forces in the fantasy world.
These forces were further divided into four levels:
Level One Cultivation Kingdom, Level Two Cultivation Kingdom, Level Three Cultivation Kingdom, and Level Four Cultivation Kingdom.
Level One Cultivation Kingdoms were the lowest level, and so on, with Level Four Cultivation Kingdoms being the strongest and the main forces ruling the fantasy world.
Because Yangfeng Sect had a Nascent Soul stage sect leader, they relocated to a second-tier cultivation kingdom.
The owner of number 18—Liu Shen—belonged to a top-tier fourth-level cultivation kingdom, and her sect was one of the most powerful among fourth-tier cultivation kingdoms.
After understanding the situation, Fang Xian, taking advantage of the sect leader's unconsciousness, directly crushed his head, annihilating him completely.
The disciples and elders watched their sect leader's death, their eyes filled with terror and despair.
Unknown was the first to turn and run away, and in an instant, the disciples scattered like frightened birds.
The fantasy world was far more dangerous than the spiritual god world, so Fang Xian had no intention of letting anyone escape.
With a wave of his hand, an invisible "chaotic power" sealed off the entire Yangfeng Sect, preventing anyone from leaving.
The path of cultivation is inherently cruel; it's a matter of life or death.
Therefore, all of you
—die!