Unrivaled Comprehension: From Mortal to Immortal King

The imposing aura of the Ninth Restriction descended like a towering mountain. Although it was primarily directed at Bai Yunfei, the others could still feel its overwhelming, tide-like pressure.

Yet, Lin Jiufeng remained motionless. The immense force that pressed against him was effortlessly diverted, cascading harmlessly into the ground like flowing water.

However, Bai Ling, perched on his shoulder, was not as fortunate. With only the power of the Sixth Restriction, she could not withstand the Ninth Restriction's oppressive might. Her fur bristled, her tail flicked frantically, and her crimson eyes locked onto the figure in the distance with a mixture of fury and helplessness. The sheer weight of the aura made it difficult for her to breathe.

Just as Bai Ling was about to succumb, a warm hand gently stroked her. In an instant, the suffocating pressure dissipated as if it had never existed.

Her body relaxed, turning soft as she nestled into Lin Jiufeng's embrace. She now understood—only by staying close to him could she feel truly at ease.

Ignoring Bai Ling's small gesture, Bai Yunfei struggled to his feet, his body trembling under the immense pressure. He shielded his three disciples behind him, staring intently at the figure before them. Summoning his remaining strength, he demanded, "Who are you?"

The figure standing atop the mountain peak descended slowly, finally stepping into the light before the Scripture Pavilion. It was then that everyone got a clear look at him.

A middle-aged man, dressed in pristine white robes, with a fair complexion and an air of nobility—his demeanor alone marked him as a scion of an illustrious family.

Yet, he ignored Bai Yunfei entirely. Instead, his sharp gaze locked onto Wen Xinyun, scrutinizing her with an expression so indifferent that it was impossible to tell what he was thinking.

Moments later, he spoke in a detached tone. "My dear niece, you truly made us search far and wide."

—Dear niece?

Everyone turned to look at Wen Xinyun in shock. This Ninth Restriction cultivator was her uncle?

Wen Xinyun clenched her fists tightly, her entire body trembling as she gritted her teeth. "I have no uncle. Don't address me so intimately."

A faint sigh escaped the man's lips. "I admit, I have neglected you in the past, causing you much suffering. But from this day forward, you will be the lady of the Wen Clan—an irreplaceable position. No one can take that away from you. Consider this the family's way of repaying your father's contributions. Come back with me. This little sect cannot teach you anything of value."

His voice was calm and earnest, yet his expression remained cold and devoid of warmth, like an ancient block of ice. It was hard to believe his words carried any sincerity.

Wen Xinyun shook her head resolutely. "I am the Senior Sister of Yuhua Sect. My future is here. That so-called Wen Clan is nothing but a prison to me—I will never return."

She glared at him and sneered, "And you—don't pretend to care. I know exactly who you are."

"My father and you were blood brothers, but you were nothing like him. He was a prodigy, a dragon among men, while you fell into darkness, indulging in decadence and cruelty. The only reason you have power now is because you seized everything that should have been my father's after his death. The wealth, the resources, the inheritance—they were meant for me, but you took them all. While I spent ten years as a lowly servant in our own family, you never even spared me a glance. Now you suddenly act like you care? You must be after something."

Her voice was filled with anger and scorn.

A chilling glint flickered in the man's eyes as his face grew even colder. "You are a daughter of the Wen Clan. The clan raised you, and you should obey its will. I will ask you one last time—are you coming with me?"

Wen Xinyun was already under immense pressure from the Ninth Restriction's presence, but she still held her ground. "Even if I die, I will die in Yuhua Sect."

The man sneered. "Then I will erase Yuhua Sect from existence, razing everything within a thousand miles to the ground. Once your last ties are severed, you will have no choice but to return."

His voice was casual, as if he were simply discussing the weather, but his words carried an unbearable weight. He had completely disregarded Bai Yunfei and Lin Jiufeng, treating them as nothing more than insignificant obstacles.

"You—what are you trying to do?" Wen Xinyun's heart pounded as she stared at him, anxiety creeping in. "If you dare lay a hand on Yuhua Sect, I will end my own life here and now. Let's see how your schemes play out then."

The man scoffed. "You think you have a say in this? In my presence, do you believe you can even take your own life?"

Wen Xinyun's breath hitched, and she glanced desperately at her master and uncle. She hesitated, fearing that because of her, they might suffer.

Bai Yunfei, however, simply looked at Lin Jiufeng and said, "Senior Brother, I can't handle a Ninth Restriction opponent. This one's up to you."

Lin Jiufeng calmly set Bai Ling down before rising to his feet. He showed no concern, not even in the face of the mighty Ninth Restriction. Instead, he approached Wen Xinyun, ruffling her hair with a gentle smile. "You are the Senior Sister of Yuhua Sect. No one can take you away. Rest assured."

At his words, the Ninth Restriction cultivator—Wen Yuan—frowned slightly, studying Lin Jiufeng before letting out a derisive chuckle. "A mere Eighth Restriction cultivator dares speak so boldly in my presence?"

Lin Jiufeng stepped out of the Scripture Pavilion. The crushing force of the Ninth Restriction's aura loomed over him, but the moment it neared, it scattered and dispersed into the ground.

—The way of nature.

This sight made Wen Yuan's eyes narrow. He observed Lin Jiufeng more carefully but still smirked. "You have some skill, but not much."

Lin Jiufeng remained unfazed. "So, you are Wen Xinyun's uncle. How should I address you?"

"Wen Yuan." The man clasped his hands behind his back, standing proudly. "Remember my name. That way, when you reach the underworld, you can tell the King of Hell who sent you."

Lin Jiufeng's expression grew colder. He locked eyes with Wen Yuan and spoke slowly, "They say those who reach the Ninth Restriction are invincible in this world. I don't believe that. Today, I will prove otherwise."

Wen Yuan sneered. "So, you really are a madman."

"I'll kill you first. Then, I'll reduce this entire region to scorched earth—erasing every last trace of Yuhua Sect."

As he spoke, he struck, his fingers curling into a claw-like gesture. The very space around Lin Jiufeng froze, trapping him completely.

The Ninth Restriction—the unity of self, heaven, and the Dao.

But Lin Jiufeng was no ordinary cultivator.

He knew that the Ninth Restriction was formidable, that his own chances of victory were uncertain.

Thus, in this moment, he unleashed all his power. Thousands of dragons and elephants roared within him, their combined might shattering the spatial confinement in an instant.

His body flickered, ethereal and fleeting—like an immortal ascending to the heavens.

He did not wish to battle before the Scripture Pavilion. He would lead the fight elsewhere, where he could unleash his full strength and engage Wen Yuan in an all-out war.

Wen Yuan saw through his intent and sneered. "A beast's final struggle changes nothing. No matter where you flee, your fate is sealed."

He transformed into a streak of light, giving chase.

Bai Yunfei, without hesitation, gathered his disciples and Bai Ling, following closely behind.

This battle would determine everything.