As his gaze swept across the "Book of Goodness," Fang Yuan took a deep breath, calming his slightly excited emotions.
Is this the peak combat strength of the Heaven and Earth realm...?
Even when facing the renowned sword masters of the Northern Region, even when the opponent had activated the clan's legendary sword tablet passed down for thousands of years... Fang Yuan could still crush them effortlessly!
He was able to achieve this because his foundation was incredibly strong. His realm already far surpassed his opponent, combined with the powers granted by the "Book of Goodness" and his strengthened body from the baptism of heavenly thunder.
Moreover, there was an even more crucial reason: the world-shattering method he used was far superior to that of the Sword Tablet Sect's ancestors.
The fusion of the two world-shattering methods was already remarkably effective, and if he combined them with the world-shattering method of the Sun and Moon Sect, practicing all three at once...
Not only would he be unrivaled in the Northern Region, but even across the entire Northern Ju Continent, Fang Yuan would undoubtedly become the undisputed number one in the Heaven and Earth realm!
However, the bad news was that in order to ensure he could decisively defeat the Sword Tablet Sect's ancestor, he had already pushed his cultivation to the peak of the Heaven and Earth realm, losing the opportunity to start over from scratch...
At the thought of this, a meaningful smile appeared at the corner of Fang Yuan's mouth. Well, perhaps for others, it would already be a foregone conclusion, but he was different.
He calculated the time—only two minutes had passed since his breakthrough to the Heaven and Earth realm and the death of the ancestor.
This was completely within the reversal range of the "Time-Space Reversal"!
This was exactly what Fang Yuan had planned from the beginning.
"Heh..."
With that thought, Fang Yuan unhesitatingly activated "Time-Space Reversal" on himself!
Buzz!
The profound power of time and space circulated around him, and his cultivation level rapidly retreated like a receding tide. The mighty aura of the Heaven and Earth realm fell in successive steps, finally stabilizing at the Martial Saint realm.
Not only that, but the over a million points of Virtuous Deeds he had consumed to reach the Heaven and Earth realm were fully refunded.
"Very good, now I'm back to being a pure, unblemished little Martial Saint." Fang Yuan nodded in satisfaction.
...
At the same time, with the sudden explosion and equally sudden end of the battle, all the disciples of the Sword Tablet Sect stood frozen like statues, even their breathing was halted, only the violent beating of their hearts echoed in their chests.
The vast Sword Tablet Sect fell into a deathly silence.
When the elders rushed to the outer area of the Scripture Pavilion, all they saw was the shattered ground.
Clearly, their ancestor had fought a fierce battle here with some enemy, and this battle was extremely tough for their ancestor, as even the legendary Sword Tablet was used!
But they didn't know the outcome of the battle.
Everyone in the Sword Tablet Sect was on edge, because the result of this battle concerned the lives of everyone. Now, only their ancestor, the one in the Heaven and Earth realm, remained. If even he were to lose...
"Ancestor..." an elder called out in a trembling voice but didn't dare to approach and investigate.
In the long and agonizing wait, a familiar voice suddenly broke the silence: "It's over..."
Before the voice even faded, an elderly figure had already arrived. His eyes were sharp, his hair and beard completely white, yet his spirit was vigorous. It was none other than the long-awaited ancestor of the Sword Tablet Sect!
Upon seeing the ancestor appear, all the high-ranking members of the Sword Tablet Sect breathed a collective sigh of relief—their spiritual pillar, their ancestor, was still standing strong!
"The vile creature has been destroyed by me. You may clean up the aftermath," the ancestor's deep voice carried an undeniable authority, which finally calmed the hearts of all present.
"Ancestor, may I ask who the invader was?" an elder mustered the courage to ask.
The ancestor's gaze tightened slightly, and with a wave of his sleeve, he responded: "This matter... is not for you to know."
The elders exchanged glances, and another elder took a step forward: "Then should we report this to the Sect Master and the former Sect Master?"
"No need," the ancestor said thoughtfully. "I have my own plans. The situation on the front lines is dire, do not distract them."
"By the way, I have other matters to attend to. I leave this place in your hands."
Before he finished speaking, the ancestor's figure had already turned into a streak of light and vanished, leaving behind the wreckage and the puzzled faces of the elders.
Although many doubts lingered in their hearts, with the invader eliminated and their ancestor unharmed, the elders could finally relax.
As for where the ancestor had gone—such an existence's actions were beyond their right to inquire. For now, the most important thing was to follow the ancestor's instructions and clean up the mess here.
...
Fang Yuan casually flew out of Baiyu City.
Disguised as the Sword Tablet Sect's ancestor, he had done so to calm the sect's members, preventing any complications and ensuring that his meticulously planned strategy would proceed without any hiccups.
Next, he would head straight to the Sun and Moon Sect with the utmost speed!
...
The Mo Lan River.
This vast body of water, stretching across the front of the Hundred Poison Abyss, was so immense that it could rival the oceans of the lower realms.
Originally called Yun Lan River, it was now referred to as Mo Lan River by the Northern Region cultivators since the Hundred Poison Abyss had settled here.
In the past, the demons of the Northern Region, in order to avoid being exterminated by humanity, manipulated the river's flow, setting up seals to turn the water into a natural barrier.
The river's surface was perpetually shrouded in mist, with howling winds, no birds flying overhead, and fish and shrimp unable to survive.
However, strangely enough, the area surrounded by this perilous river—the heart of the Hundred Poison Abyss—was lush with spiritual plants, bathed in radiant light, resembling a paradise.
Had it not been seen with their own eyes, who could have imagined that such a fairyland would be the stronghold of demons?
At this moment.
On the battlefield by the Mo Lan River.
An army of demons, each with unique forms, stood in formation, emitting constant screeches, nervously awaiting the signal to charge. They were ready to pounce on the human cultivators'阵.
Opposite them, the human cultivators were lined up in an array.
Tens of thousands of cultivators stood silently, their expressions grim, staring at the demonic army across from them. Every squad had already set up large defensive barriers, with their offensive formations ready to unleash.
Compared to the frenzied demons, the human cultivators were tense and alert. Having traveled a long distance to this place, they had never anticipated facing such a situation.
These demons, grouped together in such large numbers, exceeded their expectations, and they displayed an unprecedented level of discipline.
This was not the unruly mob they had imagined. This was clearly a well-trained, highly disciplined, and terrifying military force!