In the vast and boundless world of a fourth-level cultivation kingdom, the Yunqing Sect stands proudly amidst a series of rolling mountains.
The mountain range where the Yunqing Sect is located is winding and majestic.
The peaks soar into the clouds, their summits shrouded in mist, resembling a fairyland.
The Yunqing Sect's mountain gate sits at the very edge of the mountain range, constructed of massive blue stones, ancient and solemn.
The three powerful characters "Yunqing Sect" are inscribed on the gate tower, each stroke imbued with profound spiritual power.
On either side of the gate stand two enormous stone beast statues, their claws bared, their imposing presence guarding the sect's peace.
At this moment, the Yunqing Sect is peaceful, its disciples diligently cultivating in their respective training grounds.
Fang Xian, leading the four women, arrives at the Yunqing Sect's mountain gate. He looks up at the magnificent gate before him, a confident smile playing on his lips.
"Halt! This is the Yunqing Sect. Unauthorized personnel are not permitted to enter!"
Two gatekeeper disciples immediately stepped forward to block Fang Xian and his group upon seeing them, their longswords slightly drawn, radiating a wary aura.
Fang Xian ignored their obstruction, simply standing still, a powerful aura slowly emanating from his body.
This aura, like an invisible storm, instantly swept across the entire sect.
The two gatekeepers felt an immense pressure bearing down on them; their legs began to tremble, and they nearly dropped their swords.
"You...who are you?"
One of the disciples asked in alarm, his voice trembling slightly.
"Go and inform your sect leader that I have come to pay a visit."
Fang Xian said calmly, his voice not loud, yet it resonated in the air like a booming bell.
The two disciples exchanged a glance, realizing that the person before them was no ordinary individual.
They dared not delay and quickly turned, running back towards the sect.
The Yunqing Sect's sect leader was discussing sect affairs with several elders in the main hall when suddenly a disciple rushed in.
"Sect Leader, something terrible has happened! A mysterious person has arrived at the sect gate. He… he is extremely powerful; we cannot stop him at all!" the disciple said breathlessly.
Upon hearing this, the sect leader's expression changed slightly. He stood up, a hint of wariness in his eyes.
"Did this person say what his purpose was?"
"He said he wanted to visit the sect leader."
The sect leader pondered for a moment, then said:
"I will go and meet him."
Having said that, the sect leader vanished from the main hall in a flash.
When he reappeared before the mountain gate, he saw Fang Xian and the four celestial maidens beside him.
"And who are you?"
The sect leader looked at Fang Xian, his eyes filled with doubt.
"I am merely a passing cultivator who has heard of the Yunqing Sect's renown and has come to pay my respects," Fang Xian said with a smile.
The sect leader scrutinized Fang Xian. He could sense a mysterious and powerful aura emanating from the man before him, an aura that made him feel an inexplicable pressure.
"In that case, please come into the main hall, and we can discuss this in detail,"
The sect leader said with a smile, though outwardly maintaining the demeanor of a sect leader despite his inward wariness.
Fang Xian nodded and, with the four maidens, followed the sect leader into the Yunqing Sect.
Along the way, the disciples cast curious glances their way. They had never seen such a powerful cultivator before, and they wondered what impact his arrival would have on the sect.
Upon arriving at the main hall, everyone took their seats according to their status as host and guest.
Four women stood quietly behind Fang Xian, like four blooming flowers, radiating captivating charm.
"May I ask what brings you here besides a visit?" the sect leader asked bluntly.
Fang Xian smiled slightly and said,
"To be honest, I came here to spar with the sect leader, to improve our cultivation."
Upon hearing this, the sect leader's expression changed slightly.
He was a Great Luo Golden Immortal, and sparring with sect leaders was commonplace for him, but the strength of this mysterious person before him was unfathomable, and he had no confidence in winning.
"Your strength is formidable; I'm afraid I am no match for you. Let's forget about this sparring," the sect leader politely declined.
"Sect Master, there's no need to be modest. I simply want to have a friendly spar, and I have no ill intentions."
Fang Xian said, a hint of anticipation flashing in his eyes.
Seeing that he could not refuse, the sect leader had no choice but to stand up and say,
"Since that's the case, then I will respectfully accept your offer."
The two arrived at the Yunqing Sect's martial arts arena, instantly surrounded by disciples.
They all wanted to see who was stronger, this mysterious cultivator or their sect leader.
"Please!"
The sect leader gestured for Fang Xian to enter, then his spiritual energy surged as he assumed a defensive stance.
Fang Xian didn't waste any words. He lightly touched the ground with his feet, and his figure vanished from the spot like a ghost.
When he reappeared, he was already before the sect leader, unleashing a punch with immense force.
The sect leader's expression changed drastically, and he hurriedly raised his hands to block.
A deafening boom resounded as the powerful impact forced the sect leader backward, his feet carving deep gashes into the ground.
"Such immense power!"
The sect leader inwardly marveled, knowing he could no longer underestimate this opponent.
So, the sect leader took a deep breath and began chanting an incantation.
Instantly, a powerful surge of spiritual energy erupted from his body, and a colossal phantom of spiritual energy appeared behind him.
This phantom was several meters tall, with a majestic face, wielding a massive spiritual energy sword, radiating an overwhelming sense of oppression.
"This is…"
Fang Xian looked at the phantom of spiritual energy before him, a hint of surprise in his eyes.
"This is the ultimate technique of my Yunqing Sect—the Clear Wind Phantom Sword!" the sect leader exclaimed.
Having said that, he manipulated his phantom spirit, attacking Fang Xian.
The phantom spirit wielded a longsword, each strike sharp and powerful, carrying immense spiritual energy.
Fang Xian moved swiftly, weaving through the sword shadows with ease, his face still bearing a confident smile, as if this powerful attack was merely a piece of cake for him.
Suddenly, Fang Xian stopped, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.
Immediately afterward, a mysterious black power surged around him, like a black flame, radiating a terrifying aura.
"This is... the power of chaos!"
The sect leader exclaimed, a sense of fear rising within him.
Fang Xian's hands quickly formed hand seals, then he thrust them forward with tremendous force.
In an instant, the power of chaos, like a black torrent, swept towards the sect leader and his phantom spiritual energy.
"Not good!"
The sect leader cried out inwardly, hurriedly manipulating his phantom spiritual energy to defend himself.
But the power of chaos was simply too immense; the phantom spiritual energy instantly crumbled under its impact.
The sect leader was also struck by the power of chaos; his body flew backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily to the ground.
A trickle of blood escaped from the corner of his mouth, his face filled with shock and despair.
"I lost..."
The sect leader knew that the gap in strength between himself and Fang Xian was simply too great.
Fang Xian looked at the sect leader lying on the ground and gently shook his head.
He stepped forward and reached out to help the sect leader to his feet.
The Yunqing Sect Master slowly stood up, wiping a trace of blood from the corner of his mouth. His eyes were filled with the relief of surviving a calamity and sincere admiration for Fang Xian. He clasped his hands and bowed deeply to Fang Xian.
"Thank you for your mercy. If it weren't for your compassion, I would likely be dead today."
His voice was weak, yet full of sincerity.
Just as he was about to offer more flattery, Fang Xian had already cast the "Fire Illusion Technique" on him.
After examining it, he didn't glean any information about the "Origin of the World."
However, he did gain some insight: the Great Luo Golden Immortal was a true dividing line.
A Great Luo Golden Immortal was like an ant before a Quasi-Saint, utterly vulnerable.
And a Quasi-Saint was the same before a Saint.
No matter how many Saints there were, they were all ants before a Great Emperor.
The difference between these three realms was the greatest; victory couldn't be achieved through skill or numbers.
Therefore, Fang Xian had to proceed with caution, first going to meet a Quasi-Saint to see just how strong he truly was.