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

As the boundless heavenly light descended, Yi Chen's mud pill palace shone with a slowly dissolving white crystal light. With the aid of the Dao realm, in the blink of an eye, an eight-meter-tall silver-white Daoist stood tall between heaven and earth, like a god looking down upon the mortal world, his cold eyes gazing down upon the two humans.

As for why Yi Chen did not extend his spirit to the extreme height of ten meters, it was naturally to hide his true capability.

"Such divine power seeds grasped by you, fellow Daoist, are truly beyond what this old man has ever heard of. The younger generations are indeed to be feared," the robed elder leaning on the dragon-headed cane stepped forward three paces, looking up at Yi Chen and said hoarsely.

With a tap of his dragon-headed cane, the elder suddenly turned into a wisp of black smoke, instantly merging into the cane. In the blink of an eye, a sinister black dragon over ten meters long appeared opposite Yi Chen.

This black dragon had no scales, its body shimmered with a metallic luster, the evil dragon opened its eyes with red light shining through, opened its mouth and spoke, "Yi Taoist, why don't we just stop here?"

"You can't beat me, and I cannot retain you, just visit my Sect of Ming Fire to pay your respects for three days, and we'll put this matter to rest."

At this moment, the white-robed elder's figure flashed, flying to the left side of the black dragon, holding a flying spindle, silent, clearly deferring to the 'black dragon's' opinion.

"Seniors should still try to win against me before making such grand statements," Yi Chen said with a light laugh, shaking his head and raising an eyebrow as his spirit swelled once again, instantly reaching the peak height of ten meters.

Around him, the golden Dragon Tiger Divine Pattern suddenly roared and coursed over his body. With the combined cry of dragons and tigers, the divine patterns directly streaked out from his body surface, with two dragons and two tigers revolving around the silver-white Daoist's Cultivation Body, swimming as if they were protective divine beasts.

Seven white light orbs, each the size of a human head, suddenly sprouted above Yi Chen's Cultivation Body, hanging high and spinning wildly, autonomously absorbing the strange forces of heaven and earth, expanding.

This was a new technique that Yi Chen had developed in the past three days by utilizing the characteristics of Extreme Origin.

After repeated verification in private, seven was the optimal solution for him to exhibit his strength.

Any more than that and he would struggle to control them.

With a flex of Extreme Origin, the Dragon Tiger Divine Pattern roared towards the white-robed elder and engaged in battle.

Yi Chen's qi was connected with the Dragon-Slaying Sword, full of a murderous aura as he swooped toward the evil dragon, seemingly wanting to close in for a blood-soaked melee.

In an instant, a black dragon and a towering silver-white Daoist in the world were entwined in battle.

For a moment, fierce winds raged, and the clouds were disturbed.

Perhaps the commotion was too great, or because the might overflowed, the formation temporarily set up on the Flame Pillar Peak could not conceal it,

and those waiting outside suddenly saw a gigantic whirlwind of wind and clouds appear above the Flame Pillar Peak. For a while, everyone was shocked and at a loss, not knowing what was happening inside.

Yi Chen's furious punch landed on the face of the black dragon, and the dragon's tail struck Yi Chen's chest, each being blown away by the immense force before immediately lunging forward again.

In the world, the two colossal beings gave no quarter, both exuding fiery rage, yet couldn't help feeling a certain admiration for one another.

It was the first time Yi Chen had seen someone who could stand their ground against him in such a way.

Although this person clearly relied on the power of the dragon-headed cane, strength was strength. Integrating one's divine power seeds with an artifact to such an extent was no small feat for this old freak.

He could sense that the person's true body was residing inside the black dragon, using this bizarre artifact to share the damage received.

After several clashes, Yin Xuanming, who became the black dragon, was also caught in a maelstrom. In his youth, he, too, followed the path of body cultivation, hoping to stand shoulder to shoulder with the true spirits of heaven and earth and become a saint in the flesh.

However, this path was exceedingly difficult. As he barely reached the seventh layer of the True Person Realm, he found his path had come to an end.

Unable to progress further,

at that moment, he realized the limits of humanity and, combining his own insights, developed the technique of merging with artifacts.

But today, he saw his erstwhile dream reflected in Yi Chen.

How powerful was this physique!

After another violent collision, Yin Xuanming suddenly stopped and proposed, "Fellow Daoist, how about we call it a draw this time?"

At this moment, Yin Tianyin was still battling the Dragon Tiger Divine Pattern, with an expression of helplessness.

It was just too rogue. The dragon and tiger phantoms fearlessly bombarded him wave after wave. Several times he used powerful spells to nearly dissipate them, and every time they were on the verge of vanishing, the Dragon Tiger Divine Pattern would dive into the red field on the ground for a quick soak.

Before long, they would burst out again, spirited and continuing to entangle him.
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He was close to being disgusted to death.

"A draw?"

Yi Chen held the Dragon-Slaying Sword horizontally at the level of his eyebrows, a ferocious smile on his face.

Above his head hovered seven white spheres, each about three meters in diameter.

Threads of white light fell from the spheres, touching upon his spirit and replenishing his Cultivation Body's energy.

Indeed, this was one of the new battle techniques that Yi Chen developed over the past three days using the characteristics of Extreme Origin.

The Extreme Origin light spheres, which automatically absorb the strange energies of heaven and earth, were like seven power banks hanging above the Dao realm.

More than this number would be difficult for him to control and would affect his focus. Yet, seven were just perfect for him at this time.

Thanks to this, his endurance had greatly improved.

After all, relying solely on the Pure Yang Holy Seal could only last for thirty minutes, which was still too short a time.

A man has to last!

"I have a sword to offer, please, fellow Daoist, allow me to demonstrate," Yi Chen said solemnly, holding the Dragon-Slaying Sword's edge as if bearing a great mountain. He switched to a two-handed grip, and with deceptive slowness, thrust it pointedly towards the 'black dragon,' Yin Xuanming.

A roar echoed in all directions.

"Seven Stars Chain!"

"Explode for me!"

Yin Xuanming suddenly felt his brow twitch, a sensation of being locked onto washed over him.

As Yi Chen spoke, the seven white spheres above his head fell like shooting stars, one by one aimed forcefully at Yin Xuanming.

"Ming Flame Break!"

A sense of alarm surged in Yin Xuanming's heart. The black dragon's eyes flashed with red light, and a bath-sized beam of black and red light erupted from its mouth.

The first white sphere soon collided with the black and red light column.

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Surprisingly, there was no earth-shattering explosion, but instead, a teeth-grating sound of corrosion arose.

Soon after, a second, a third... a seventh white orb followed in rapid succession, plummeting down.

They actually melted away slowly against the black and red light beam, reversing its flow and pushing Yin Xuanming across the sky for thousands of kilometers before they finally neutralized each other.

For a moment, the momentum of the black dragon he had transformed into also waned, clearly indicating a significant consumption of energy.

"Fellow Daoist is truly formidable. This Taoist admires you. Let's go again!"

Yi Chen grinned, once again forming seven human-head-sized white orbs.

As soon as the orbs appeared, they began to rise slowly, spinning wildly as they expanded.

Seeing this scene, Yin Xuanming couldn't help but feel his scalp tingling.

He hadn't thought about dealing with those hanging white orbs, but if he got distracted, not to mention whether he could withstand Yi Chen's fierce attacks, looking at Yi Chen's relaxed appearance, what if he created several more of these bizarre orbs?

Yin Tianyin numbly dispatched a ferocious dragon pattern, then watched as it fell into the red domain, only to spring back to life shortly after, lively as before. He suddenly couldn't hold back any longer, flashing to the side of the black dragon, they exchanged glances, both seeing the helplessness in each other's eyes.

It was too disgusting.

They even felt this might not be Yi Chen's limit; the man might still have a card up his sleeve.

The black dragon opened its huge mouth and spoke again, "This old man, Yin Xuanming, admits defeat. Taoist, please stop your attacks."

"We cannot defeat you, but you also cannot capture me and Yin Tianyin. How about we just let this go?"

"All can be discussed."

As he said this, 'the black dragon' containing Yin Xuanming couldn't help but blush.

He had previously boasted, "You cannot defeat me, and I cannot capture you. You just need to visit my Infernal Sect and pay respects for three days, then we can let this go," still echoing in his ears.

Yet, in just the time it takes to drink half a cup of tea, those words had turned into bullets, traversing space and time to hit him right between the eyes.

Yi Chen, after some brief contemplation, nodded and agreed.

He had three reasons for staying his hand.

Firstly, the robed elder truly had potent strength. If this person was intent on fleeing, without using his Soul Ignition Technique trump card, Yi Chen feared he might not be able to capture him.

An enemy of such caliber, if let loose, would mean Yi Chen could do nothing else but sit tight in his temple from then on.

Secondly, there was a lack of sufficient benefits.

The two elders had no seductive Deep Red Points on them, making it not worth the cost to slay them. Furthermore, if word got out about their deaths, Yi Chen feared the Yan Family would prioritize taking him down.

Even True Monarchs might personally come after him, which was a possibility.

He didn't want to take that risk; it was too great for too little gain.

Last, and most importantly, his Hidden Dragon Temple was too short on manpower. Even if he wiped out the Infernal Sect, what then?

It would just create a power vacuum, potentially inviting another hostile force, and his Hidden Dragon Temple wouldn't benefit from it.

Would he have to clash with another group, then?

In war, benefit comes first.

A weak nation perishes as it is, even a strong one like Han fell because they did not reap enough benefit from war and bled themselves more in the process, making a loss instead of profit.

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Half an hour later, Yi Chen and Yin Tianyin, along with Yin Xuanming, came to a consensus.

When translated into official terms from his previous life, it meant:

The two parties had an honest and in-depth exchange of views on issues of common concern regarding the creed of Fire Worshiping, and reached a consensus on the problem of Lie Yanzi's treacherous behavior and the Fire Worshiping creed's perverse actions.

A good death.

The negotiations achieved important results.

Taoist Yi pointed out that Mingguang Prefecture was big enough to accommodate both Hidden Dragon Temple and Infernal Sect. From the perspective of strength and status, Ping'an County would belong to Hidden Dragon Temple from today onwards. In addition, as compensation, the Infernal Sect must provide Hidden Dragon Temple with three hundred thousand taels of silver or the equivalent in cultivation resources every year.

In exchange, if any foreign enemy invades, he could secretly lend a hand to fight against the invaders.

Yin Xuanming highly approved of this and gave important instructions, noting the long-standing relationship between Hidden Dragon Temple and the Infernal Sect, belonging to the same prefecture. He was willing to establish equal, friendly, and mutually beneficial relations with Hidden Dragon Temple.

Yin Tianyin went as far as to express his desire to promote friendship between the two factions, to clear up any misunderstandings, he wanted to invite Yi Chen to visit the Infernal Sect, to discuss and explore multi-angle, multi-level, and multiple aspects of cooperation for the development of friendly relations between the two factions.

For a time, the three of them chatted amicably and the atmosphere was one of harmony.

Yin Xuanming formed a hand seal, his figure gradually fading and merging into the air around him.

Yi Chen and Yin Tianyin left one after the other, both appearing cheerful as if they were old friends reunited after many years.

"Taoist Yi, it was all a misunderstanding!"

"Indeed, all misunderstandings. Sect Hierarch Yin, the next time you visit my Hidden Dragon Temple, I'll cook for you personally. A dear friend of mine taught me a recipe for Mapo Tofu just before his death, the flavor is exceptional. You must try it."

"Agreed, I certainly shall."

In front of the shocked onlookers, the two parted reluctantly, each going their separate ways.

After Yin Tianyin had flown for some time, the figure of Yin Xuanming suddenly appeared beside him, and in an instant, he spat out a large mouthful of blood, his face as pale as golden paper.

He hissed, "Hurry, keep moving, don't stop!"

Then, he took out a black coffin and quickly lay down inside it.

This black coffin was truly peculiar, as soon as Yin Xuanming entered, black mist began to emerge, the lid closed, the coffin suddenly shrunk, flew into the sleeve of Yin Tianyin, and disappeared from sight.

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