After Li Hongling’s death, the only true disciple left to Mu Zhao was Wen Yao.

This time, Mu Zhao used one month to change the entire structure of the Pinggu Battlefield, sparing no effort to ensure the future of the Martial Saint Pavilion, just to make Wen Yao a saint directly.

It can be said to either succeed or die trying.

Mu Zhao, naturally, was full of confidence in this.

He believed that his true disciple could meet his expectations, understand his painstaking efforts, and take the shortcut he arranged.

This "Only Me" Dao, though cruel, is a level higher than the "Tyrant Dao," supposedly not disappointing his disciple.

However...

Mu Zhao did not inform his disciple that the "Dao" of this world, for those that are similar, only one can ultimately remain.

Because to advance to the Canliao Realm is to take a true Dao from heaven and earth!

The Great Dao, there is only one!

Whether it’s "Only Me" or "Tyrant Dao," the ultimate path leads to that "One."

Dao births One, One births Two, Two births Three, Three births all things... This "One" is the ultimate of the universe, the origin of all things!

The first time Mu Zhao saw that Dao in this Pinggu Battlefield, he couldn’t suppress his wild joy.

He was delighted that the path he walked, without a doubt, was truly the Profound Mystery Dao, the Supreme Dao.

But the more joyful he was then, the more unwilling he was when he knew the path ahead was already broken.

The true "Dao" of this heaven and earth, which allows cultivators to integrate various paths and seize the destiny bestowed by the heavens, was forever missing.

The Canliao Realm is a true, unsurpassable end!

Mu Zhao felt almost despair.

But quickly, he thought of a plan; since the heavens didn’t grant it, then... he would take it himself!

As long as he artificially creates enough similar paths and, from the beginning, lets these paths be covered under his "Tyrant Dao."

Then, when these "Daos" are established, they can naturally be easily merged into his own "Dao!"

Wen Yao, was his first experiment subject!

However, now... it failed.

A nearly flawless plan, yet it failed at Wen Yao’s death!

Who exactly could even kill someone from the Canliao Realm?!

A portion of Mu Zhao’s "Dao Realm" still exists within the Pinggu Battlefield and on Wen Yao’s body; thus, he quickly saw the face of the culprit—

Fog Flower Forging can block the probing of the Middle Three Grades but is ineffective against the Upper Three Grades.

Mu Zhao took a deep breath; for the first time, his expression lost control, almost to the point of being described as hideous.

"Chen—! Kuang—!"

He wasn’t dead?!

Not only wasn’t he dead, but after Li Hongling, he killed another of his true disciples!

"Good... good, good..."

Mu Zhao closed his eyes, his chest heaving heavily several times, his expression suddenly becoming unusually calm.

He opened his eyes, stood up, and looked toward the direction of the Pinggu Battlefield, then suddenly shot up, transforming into a stream of light.

"Boom—"

Below, half of the Martial Saint Pavilion’s structure instantly collapsed.

Including the towering and majestic Tai Mountain below, a huge crack split open amid the roaring noise!

The members left in the Pavilion of the Martial Saint Pavilion were suddenly appalled, flying into the sky to check.

Wen Hongsheng was naturally among them.

Originally puzzled as to why Mu Zhao suddenly flew into such a rage, he soon discovered the broken life tokens atop the only intact pavilion of the building.

Wen Hongsheng’s face instantly turned extremely pale, then flushed with a morbid blush.

Finally, he clutched at his heart and spat out a mouthful of blood!

Straight down he fell. 𝕗𝚛𝚎𝚎𝐰𝗲𝗯𝗻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝕞

Everyone exclaimed:

"Pavilion Master? Pavilion Master!!!"

Heaven dimmed, thunder rumbled... as that stream of light passed by, the sky was shrouded in darkness.

A storm was coming.

...

Chen Kuang stared wide-eyed at the young zither master in front of him for a while.

He calmed down, stroked his chin, and looked with interest at Xi Mengquan before him.

If nothing unexpected happened, he had been swept into the "time" Great Dao and traveled through time again, perhaps by coincidence, or maybe because it was destined the moment he glanced at it.

All in all... Chen Kuang now stood before a still young, um... Enlightenment Realm cultivator, Xi Mengquan.

The Xi Mengquan in front of him was only about twelve or thirteen years old, about the same length as the Dragon Gum Zither he held, struggling a bit to hold the zither.

The wide-eyed boy’s appearance was delicate, even too gentle, giving off a kind of "face like a beautiful woman" feeling.

So far removed from the later old rascal, it was hard to believe.

Chen Kuang roughly estimated that if he calculated according to the time when the Dragon’s Gums was said to have been born.

Now it should be two thousand three hundred years ago.

The location should be within the kingdom of the now-destroyed Daqi Dynasty.

"It seems... Xi Mengquan is actually a Daqi person?"

Chen Kuang frowned: "Then why did he participate in destroying his own country? Never heard of the King of Daqi committing acts of brutality; on the contrary, everyone said it was a golden age."

He looked at the boy in front of him, lost in thought.

The young Xi Mengquan gripped the zither tightly, slightly tense, perceiving sharply that the person before had a cultivation far surpassing his own. He dared not act rashly.

Suddenly appearing, with unclear intent... Rumor had it that the Night Barbarians sent many spies to the Central Domain; could it be that he encountered one?

But Chen Kuang remained silent for too long, and Xi Mengquan couldn’t help but ask, "Are you here for me?"

He tried his best to keep a straight face: "If you have a purpose, you might as well say it directly."