Stop it, Taoist, Your Fight almost Ruins the DAO!

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"Motherfucker, again?"

Sensing the sudden emergence of malice, Yi Chen felt a jolt through his body, his golden Inner Qi crazily surged in response.

In the blink of an eye, the world transformed.

Day turned into night.

You couldn't see your hand in front of your face.

Tens of thousands of purple meteors streaked across the sky, far more numerous than during the first celestial change.

However, compared to the previous change, the meteors tearing through the sky this time were not unusual in size, only that their number was more than tenfold.

Just as the meteors reappeared, an odd fluctuation suddenly transmitted from above the heavens, an elemental storm abruptly arose, with various lights flashing as if the world was roaring in anger, resisting the invasion of the meteors.

More than ninety percent of the meteors were ground into nothingness within the storm, yet many abnormal meteors still broke through the siege.

At that moment, in Da Yue's lands, including both the capitals and thirteen circuits.

One hundred and eight dazzling orbs of light suddenly rose into the sky, interacting and drawing each other, firing chains of light that connected and entwined, instantly forming a massive net of light.

At the same time, in various major sects' ancestral grounds and secret places.

Buddhist light, Daoist magic, rivers of Sword Qi, and torrents of Mana surged skywards, intercepting the suddenly appearing meteors.

Myriad hues illuminated the night sky.

Despite numerous blockades, several hundred purple meteors still managed to break through and then vanished from sight.

Yi Chen's gaze was fixedly trained on the sky, afraid of missing even the slightest detail.

He clearly saw among the exploding purple meteors, some contained peculiar Purple Tokens, while others did not carry any objects.

This process lasted only a few breaths.

Then the daylight returned once again, and everything went back to normal.

The intense malice that had filled the world also dissipated.

The gentle evening light once again fell upon Yi Chen's face.

By his side flowed the tranquil Lan Cang River.

A peaceful and harmonious scene.

However, Yi Chen's heart was anything but calm, feeling as if it was engulfed by tumultuous waves.

"Fuck, what's going on this time?"

"It hasn't been that long, and the world is changing again."

Recalling the recent change, Yi Chen couldn't help but feel his scalp tingle; the previous blood-red meteors had been disgusting enough, and it was uncertain what changes these purple meteors would bring to this world.

A strong sense of crisis emerged in his heart.

Yi Chen considered the two celestial changes and he had a vague feeling that the cause of these changes might not be the rigid alteration of the world's laws but an invasion of some alien force.

Clearly, this world was on the defensive.

Of course, there was also good news: the higher-ups were already thinking of ways to contain the situation and were not completely powerless.

That previous rise of one hundred and eight dazzling orbs of light must have been the higher-ups' response to the situation.

"Still not strong enough," Yi Chen sighed softly in his heart, his pride from breaking through to the eleventh layer of the True Technique completely dissipating.

In these chaotic times, to protect the lives of his junior brothers and to make Hidden Dragon Temple prosper, his current cultivation level was far from sufficient.

"Deep Red Points, I need more Deep Red Points."

A fierce light flashed in Yi Chen's eyes as he glanced at the map and continued to forge ahead with determination.

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Jiangbei Circuit · Sleeping Moon Mountain.

Three men and a woman, all wearing smiles, were climbing the mountain.

The men were dressed as scholars, while the woman, who had her hair done up high in a chignon secured with gilded hairpins, was clearly someone's wife.

The spring rain was incessant, and the mountain path slippery; not being careful, the handsome, fair-faced scholar walking at the front tumbled over, falling flat on his face.

The others burst into laughter, including the beautiful woman, who covered her mouth to conceal her chuckles, causing ripples of amusement.

"Brother Ximen, have you been overworking yourself recently?" Hua Zixu, who was at the rear supporting his graceful wife, could not help but mockingly laugh.

"Spring rain is as precious as oil, it tires the ox that tills the soil."

"Brother Ximen falls, sending laughter flowing over the hills," Ying Baijue, walking in the middle, shook his head and began to recite a poem.

"Bravo, what a poem!" Everyone clapped and cheered.

The fair-faced scholar who had fallen didn't mind the teasing; with an easygoing air, he dusted off his clothes, flashed an embarrassed smile at the woman, then bowed to the crowd, pleading for mercy.

"Brother Ying, your poetic talent is unparalleled. But today, I happened upon a fine verse, too; I invite you all to give it your critique."

"Without bamboo, one tends towards vulgarity; without meat, one grows thin."

"Neither vulgar nor thin, what we need is bamboo shoots stir-fried with pork fat," Ximen coyly smiled at the woman, then recited aloud with a charming smile.

"Marvelous! Such poetic flair! Brother Ximen, you truly deserve to be hailed the foremost of the three great talents of Yanggu County!"

"Well stir-fried indeed! With the season right, it's perfect for bamboo shoots with pork fat."

"Fire up the oil, cook it hot and fast, that's when it tastes best~"

Hua Zixu laughed heartily, giving a thumbs up, then turned to his wife and asked, "Don't you agree, my dear?"

The beautiful woman just nodded with arching brows, not uttering a word, her swan-like neck blushing a shade reminiscent of the sunset's crimson glory.

As they leisurely continued their ascent, reciting verses, a cheerful mood filled the air.

As the group climbed higher, a thin mist rose up alongside the pouring rain on the mountain path.

They were looking for a place to take shelter from the rain, when a girl holding an oil-paper umbrella emerged from a side path, dressed in white, her body exuding a captivating fragrance like that of lilacs.

The girl in white had a delicate and fair complexion, appearing to be around sixteen or seventeen years old.

"Are you all looking for a place to escape the rain?" Continue your journey with empire

"With the downpour upon us, meeting by chance means we're somewhat fated. My humble dwelling is not far from here. If you wouldn't mind, you could follow me back to take shelter, and have some tea and a simple meal."

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