My Ability Pool is Superior

Rumble~

The turbulence within the void was incomparably violent, with every strand carrying a terrifying sharpness capable of annihilating a Nascent Soul.

However, Lu Bai faced these overflowing turbulences without even the intention to dodge, allowing them to scrape against him, yet he remained completely unscathed.

In fact, when Lu Bai used sufficiently massive magic power to directly violently break open Myriad Worm Valley’s mountain-guarding grand array, the watching cultivators had already been unable to comprehend it.

As for the later void cracking, the Golden Scale Holy Land’s Grand Elder taking action, and Lu Bai forcibly stabilizing the naturally recovering void, then making it expand again…

Each and every one of these events made the cultivators in the city suspect they had arrived in a mythical world.

Even Nascent Soul Stage cultivators had never witnessed such scenes; all the cultivators were terrified.

In comparison, the numerous mortals in Myriad Insects City were somewhat more calm.

After all, facing cultivators, mortals were powerless to resist; whether strong or weak, it was all the same to mortals.

“Who exactly are you?”

The Golden Scale Holy Land’s Grand Elder gazed at Lu Bai from across a layer of void.

He could leave if he wanted to; it wasn’t that he couldn’t escape.

Unfortunately, he still held a Myriad Worm Valley Elder in his hand; crossing the void under such intense fluctuations would definitely mean that Myriad Worm Valley Elder wouldn’t survive.

He, a Holy Land’s Grand Elder, had come specifically to rescue someone, not to mention he had thrown down harsh words before leaving.

If he ultimately failed to save the person, it would look like a great loss of face no matter how you saw it.

But the Grand Elder did not act rashly, merely coldly scrutinizing Lu Bai with an impassive face.

The major immortal sects had long since figured out that from the time Lu Bai joined Qingwang Sect until now, it had been less than two weeks in total.

To reach Golden Core Stage in such a short time was already a myth, let alone Mahayana Stage.

After emerging from seclusion, he had simply understood the situation and assumed Lu Bai had used some tricky method to temporarily obtain explosive power.

However, at this moment, he could judge from the magic fluctuation that Lu Bai’s cultivation realm was genuinely Mahayana Stage.

This fact completely beyond his imagination forced him to stay on high alert.

“I wonder which fellow Daoist is before me?”

“Which fellow Daoist?”

Lu Bai’s brow slightly raised as he quickly realized that this Grand Elder seemed to think he was some old monster who had seized a body and re-cultivated.

He was too lazy to explain further and once again increased the output power of his magic power, abruptly expanding the void rift, which had already grown to the size of a house, by about a third.

The gale produced in the void swept across, its sharp edge fully revealed, distorting the space around the void rift.

This Golden Scale Holy Land’s Grand Elder was thoroughly exposed before Lu Bai.

The other party wore a gold-trimmed Daoist robe, but even the loose Daoist robe could not conceal the exaggerated muscles on the Grand Elder’s body.

Through the contours of the Daoist robe, one could vaguely see those incredibly robust muscle lines.

Paired with the white beard hanging to his chest, it inevitably created a subtle sense of incongruity.

“I underestimated you. Very well, if you want to kill, then kill.”

The Grand Elder casually tossed out that Myriad Worm Valley Elder, his immortal-wind-and-Dao-bone features carrying coldness and ruthlessness.

“I’m even more interested in you now.” Lu Bai didn’t even look, as surging magic power roiled, instantly crushing him into powder without leaving even a speck of residue.

This Grand Elder didn’t even blink, standing unmoving like a block of ten-thousand-year cold ice: “It looks close, but in reality, there’s half of Xuanzhou between us—what can you do to me?”

Lu Bai naturally wouldn’t believe whatever the other said and directly raised his hand to hard resist the void turbulence while reaching toward the opponent.

The Grand Elder was as relaxed as he claimed, showing no intention of resistance.

“It’s actually real.”

Lu Bai tried it out and found that it really looked close but was indeed untouchable.

This was actually a flaw caused by his cultivation rising too quickly, or rather, a deficiency.

His comprehension of many Great Dao Rules was only superficial, barely meeting the basic requirements for advancing to Mahayana Stage.

Things like Great Dao Rules might bring sudden enlightenment if one was lucky, but normally they required steady grinding.

Ordinary Mahayana Stage cultivators had spent at least centuries comprehending Dao Principles before crossing this bottleneck, whereas Lu Bai, even counting the time spent in the Spirit Time House, had less than two years.

So essentially, he was a puffed-up Mahayana Stage—would anyone think a cubic meter of iron weighs the same as a cubic meter of cotton?

“If you really want to fight me, then come. I’ll be waiting for you at Qingwang Sect.”

At this point, a hint of mockery appeared on this Golden Scale Holy Land Grand Elder’s face: “If your actions are quick enough, you might make it in time to see Qingwang Sect off on its final journey.”

The Grand Elder said no more and turned, disappearing into the void.

Lu Bai did not force him to stay; the void rift he had expanded gradually closed as he retracted his magic power.

The space in that area was like a wrung-out towel, retaining some wrinkles that might take some time to smooth out on their own.

Retracting the hovering Flower of Immortality above his head back into his body, Lu Bai did not continue hovering in the air and descended directly in a natural freefall posture.

After experiencing this, he temporarily lost the idea of conducting a social experiment.

From that Grand Elder’s tone, the major immortal sects planned to join forces to eliminate Qingwang Sect.

After all, Lu Bai had killed over a hundred Deity Transformation Stage cultivators under the name of a Qingwang Sect disciple. Although he had anticipated other immortal sects would come to Qingwang Sect for an explanation, the major immortal sects striking so ruthlessly still surprised Lu Bai somewhat.

If he didn’t know, it would be fine, but now that he did, Lu Bai also thought he should go handle it, or else his thoughts wouldn’t flow smoothly.

After such a shocking scene, no cultivators around dared to approach Lu Bai to chat.

Only Li Mu had an excited appearance.

Since he had decided to hug a thigh, of course the thicker the better: “Smiling Face Big Boss, are you alright?”

“No harm.”

Lu Bai casually picked a Myriad Worm Valley cultivator for violent soul searching, confirmed the location, then immediately said: “I’m preparing to return to Qingwang Sect. What about you?”

Li Mu answered without hesitation: “Of course following you, Big Boss. Wherever you go, I go.”

Hearing this reply, Lu Bai swallowed the words “there might be danger,” placed his hand on Li Mu’s shoulder: “Then let’s go.”

Boom!

A earth-shaking roar erupted, and all surrounding buildings collapsed under the intense shockwave, with smoke and dust rising everywhere.

Lu Bai dragged Li Mu and disappeared from Myriad Insects City, leaving only a terrifying indentation over a hundred meters in diameter on the ground.

Only after confirming Lu Bai had truly left did the massive stone in these on-site cultivators’ hearts finally drop.

Soon, the cultivators tacitly looked toward Myriad Worm Valley’s shattered mountain gate, greedily green lights flashing in their eyes.