Wait a minute, where is my master?

Fortunately, by then the mountain peaks had already joined.

Apart from him, the chief disciple of Pan Shi Valley, all the other cultivators of the valley had fallen into a state of slow reaction.

"Cough cough..."

Qiu Li coughed heavily and glanced at the nineteen cultivators opposite him, whose eyes were becoming slightly dull. He found that no one noticed when he laughed afterward.

Only then did he wave his fan-like big hand and patted his chest, taking a long breath of relief.

Next, Qiu Li pinched a magic sign toward the continuous mountain range in mid-air and chanted.

Instantly, the mountain range separated into nineteen small shadows, which entered the bodies of the nineteen cultivators, while the main body flew toward Qiu Li.

"Zhao Ming, take your fellow disciples and protect this object well. Apart from me, let no one else come near," he instructed after the mountain shadows had entered his body and pointed at the white Crystal Soul.

"Yes, senior brother,"

Zhao Ming, with a slightly dull gaze, listened to Qiu Li's instructions and blankly led the other eighteen bareheaded cultivators to encircle the white Crystal Soul.

Seeing their obedient action, Qiu Li, the chief disciple of Pan Shi Valley, nodded in satisfaction. Feeling his physique, strength, and vigor multiply several times, he felt an unprecedented power within himself.

Qiu Li understood the principle that one must strike while the iron is hot.

He took a deep breath and chose to activate the bloodline of the Ancient Mountain Spirit Clan in this state.

The mountain imprint on the chest of the chief disciple of Pan Shi Valley illuminated, followed by a symphony of sinews and a thunderous sound of vigor.

Qiu Li's already burly figure suddenly grew much taller in just a moment.

The entire man resembled a small mountain, reaching thirty feet in height.

"Hahahahaha!"

Feeling his strength advance further to an unprecedented realm, Qiu Li, having activated the Ancient Mountain Spirit Clan bloodline, couldn't help but laugh heartily.

"Hahahahaha! With such strength now, what about the Blazing Sun Sword Sect, what about illusion... Huh, what is that!?"

The voice of the chief disciple of Pan Shi Valley, sounding like stone rubbing against stone, was making his departure oath while looking upward.

Suddenly, he noticed a golden "meteor" falling from the sky on the horizon.

"This isn't right, this place is Qingmu Secret Realm, where would a meteor come from! And what's with this sudden surge in Spiritual Power!?"

Carrying the Spiritual Sense of twenty people, Qiu Li briefly pondered before he realized that the golden "meteor" was now less than a kilometer from the ground.

"Hmm!? Looking at the direction, it seems to be targeting our Crystal Soul!"

Qiu Li's leg muscles bulged, ready to jump.

His mind told him that he was now stronger than ever!

He should protect the white Crystal Soul with his body since if it broke, they would surely lose.

Thus, the chief disciple of Pan Shi Valley jumped!

But it was backward...

His survival instincts finally overpowered his mind, making the most heartfelt choice.

As Qiu Li jumped backward, he did not forget to shout loud, telling the nineteen cultivators surrounding the Crystal Soul to move away.

But it was still too late.

Almost at the moment he just opened his mouth, the golden "meteor" had already smashed onto the white Crystal Soul, exploding in a burst of blinding light and a thunderous noise.

The words shouted by Qiu Li were completely swallowed up.

"Terrible!!!"

The chief disciple of Pan Shi Valley, who had jumped far away, feeling the remaining Thunder Attribute Spiritual Power in the air, inwardly exclaimed bad luck.

It turned out that the golden "meteor" was actually a Heavenly Thunder!

Winning or losing no longer mattered at this point. Qiu Li had not even considered where the horrifying golden thunderbolt in the Qingmu Secret Realm, accessible only to those below the Divinity Transformation Realm, had come from!

All he was worried about now was whether his nineteen fellow sect members were still alive.

...

Second Layer of the Qingmu Secret Realm, outside the chessboard.

The amber-colored three-inch ox glanced at the chessboard, glanced at the pond, and his feet inadvertently took a step forward.

Although he was telling himself not to leave his post during the assessment.

But that was the "Heavy Waterfall," which not even the numerous ten-thousand-year-old treasure medicines of the Qingmu Secret Realm had passed in thirty thousand years!

Thus, the amber-colored ox really wanted to try the method the little Taoist had told him, and he was just a dozen or so steps away from successfully reaching the edge of the pond.

Just as the three-inch ox continued to repeat this "two looks, one step" movement, a sudden change occurred on the chessboard!

First, a golden glow burst from the Crystal Soul in the white area, followed by the disappearance of the light barrier above the chessboard.

The light screen recording the number of cultivators and teams for both the black and white sides immediately displayed a character for defeat in the white square and a character for victory in the black square.

But these were not important.

The most important thing was!!!

The amber-colored ox sensed that a hole had appeared on his black and white chessboard!

With a whooshing sound of breaking the air, the amber-colored ox flew towards the chessboard at a speed invisible to the naked eye to check it out.

Meanwhile, the loosely gathered cultivators of Pan Shi Valley and some Loose Cultivators who had just crossed "mental contamination" to reach this place were staring blankly at the light screen, completely unaware of what was happening inside the chessboard.

"What's with that monitor? Why did he suddenly run towards the assessment chessboard like his ass was on fire?"

"I don't know, but I remember just now that group of bald monks from Pan Shi Valley said the white side was theirs, right? It looks like they've lost."

"Damn, didn't they say this assessment was supposed to last a while? I even bet a few Spirit Stones on them beating the Blazing Sun Sword Sect. How come they were defeated so quickly!"

"Heh, I wanted to bet on Pan Shi Valley winning too, but before I could place my bet, they had already lost."

"Scram, scram, scram..."

The Loose Cultivator's noisy discussions erupted, discussing content that showed they had already started betting in this short time.

...

Inside the black and white chessboard, on the black side.

The Junior Master was astonished as he looked at Jin Xu before him.

Such an astounding change had temporarily suppressed the nausea he felt from eating the dish made by Yu Yaoer.

He knew the little Taoist in front of him was very powerful, but wasn't this a bit too much!

Once it was confirmed that the Blazing Sun Sword Sect's cultivators just needed to pass the assessment smoothly, the opponent merely lifted his hand slightly, and the Crystal Soul on the opposing side shattered!?

It should be noted that the white side was not undefended; there were indeed twenty elite disciples from Pan Shi Valley there.

Moreover, this ability to precisely call down Heavenly Thunder from hundreds of miles away was what kind of magic, and why had he never heard of it before.

Since ancient times, wasn't taking a person's head from thousands of miles away the signature skill of the Sword Cultivators!?

Were the Magic Cultivators finally stepping up now!?

Hong Mei Sword Cultivator Lu Yiqian felt his worldview was receiving a massive shock as he was now intensely curious as to what kind of magic Jin Xu had used.

As for what the little Taoist murmured about "Hand Palm Thunder" when he lifted his hand just now,

Lu Yiqian thought he was just hallucinating because his mind was too agitated.