Han Feng hesitated for a moment. He looked at the old man and said,"Senior, are we just going over like this?”
The old man flipped his right hand and two straw hats appeared in his hand. He threw one to Han Feng and said,"Unless one's cultivation is three levels higher than yours, one can't tell what it looks like. This is my many years of storage, you have to return it to me after you use it!”
Han Feng took the straw hat and scanned it with his divine sense. His heart immediately trembled. This straw hat looked ordinary, but it was actually something else. When he scanned it with his divine sense, he discovered that there were countless formations inside. He had never seen the exquisiteness of these formations before, and they were not inferior to the ancient Origin World restrictions.
And that was only the edge of the spell formation. Han Feng's divine sense wasn't able to sense the center of the formation in a short amount of time. He made up his mind that he wouldn't return the straw hat no matter what. At most, he would just make a few more wood carvings.
Seeing the old man put on the straw hat, his entire body was instantly illuminated by a golden light. Han Feng's Soul Perception swept over him and immediately felt waves of pain. The golden light was like a sharp thorn, making it difficult for his Soul Perception to penetrate.
Han Feng took a deep breath. The thought of taking the straw hat as his own grew even stronger. Without another word, he put the straw hat on his head.
The old man glanced at Han Feng. Then, his right hand formed a rather strange seal and pointed at the distant void. Suddenly, a huge shadow appeared in the void. The moment this shadow appeared, the surrounding spiritual energy of the world surged into it in a berserk state.
In almost the blink of an eye, the shadow quickly condensed into a giant in golden armor holding a big sword. This giant had a ferocious face and looked like an evil god. It gave off a brutal aura and stared at the spot the old man was pointing at.
"Jin Feng, smash it!" The old man shouted proudly.
The golden-armored giant waved his greatsword without a word. A dazzling golden light shot through the air like the sun falling to the ground. Ripples of water appeared in the distance, and soon, the ripples became larger and larger. In the end, with a bang, they turned into huge fragments that scattered in all directions.
Then, the golden-armored giant snorted and slowly disappeared.
The old man immediately muttered a few words in dissatisfaction. Han Feng could vaguely hear that this old man seemed to be scolding the golden-armored giant for being lazy…
At the moment it spread out, a light aura immediately spread out from the void and charged in all directions. This energy was filled with destructive power. Han Feng's expression changed, and just as he was about to dodge, the old man waved his right hand and a screen of light appeared in front of Han Feng to block the shockwave.
The old man was standing in the middle of the ripples and seemed to be enjoying himself.
As the ripples spread out, the void suddenly changed. Buildings floated above the clouds like celestial realms, and rays of seven-colored light came from the buildings.
This scene was several times more grand than what Han Feng had seen in Chang 'an of the Tang Empire. The pavilions were so wide that one could not see the end of them. At the same time, angry shouts came from the pavilions. Then, dozens of powerful auras rushed out.
Han Feng scanned the area with his divine sense. Among these auras, there were more than 30 mid-stage Primordial Chaos cultivators. The remaining five were all high-stage Primordial Chaos Sacred Sovereigns!
He took a deep breath. As expected of the mysterious Starry Sky Ancient Land. It was indeed worthy of the identity of the " Primordial Chaos Sacred Sect." Just a single sect, regardless of its size or strength, was far from what the cultivators of the Primordial Westward Journey could compare to. It was not an exaggeration to say that just one sect in the mysterious Starry Sky Ancient Land could sweep away everything in the Primordial Westward Journey.
As soon as the cultivators charged out, they fanned out to surround the old man and Han Feng. Their faces were grim and filled with hostility. Almost all of them sent out divine sense toward the two of them.
In just an instant, more than half of these people revealed shocked expressions.
Han Feng could clearly feel that the moment these people's divine senses swept over, a large amount of golden light suddenly flashed from the straw hat. When those divine senses touched the golden light, it was like white snow meeting flames, quickly melting.
As for the old man, he formed a seal with one hand, and the straw hat on his head suddenly gave off a golden light. It also turned into the shadow of a golden-winged roc. It flapped its wings, and all the divine sense surrounding him was swept away.
Some cultivators let out muffled grunts and their expressions became ugly.
At this moment, a middle-aged scholar wearing a dark blue robe flew out from among the cultivators. His face was still pale and his eyes didn't have any light. Instead, they were similar to Wang Lin. They were both black and white and gave off an extraordinary aura.
After he walked out, he clasped his hands and said in a deep voice,"The two of you broke my Primordial Chaos Sacred Sect's array for no reason. If you don't explain the matter today, you can stay!”
The old man let out a snort and waved his right hand. A bamboo chair appeared in the air and he leaned against it. He pointed at Wang Lin and said,"I don't care. I'm just a thug. He asked me to come.”
The middle-aged scholar revealed a hint of fear in his eyes. However, the person who was afraid was not Han Feng, but the old man.
When he heard what the old man said, he immediately looked at Han Feng and said in a deep voice,"Fellow Daoist, did my Primordial Chaos Sacred Sect offend you?”
Han Feng pondered for a while. Without a word, he took out an ordinary flying sword from the world in his sea of consciousness. He shook it slightly and imprinted his soul power on it. With a series of crackling sounds, the flying sword immediately melted and condensed into a silver ball the size of a fist.
"It's been a long time since the Primordial Chaos Sacred Sect has many mighty cultivators. I'm prepared to challenge them today. I hope you'll forgive me for my rudeness!”With that, his right hand formed a seal and he pointed at the silver ball.
The silver ball instantly flew over, and it gave off waves of air-piercing sounds as if it could tear through the void.
The middle-aged scholar had a cautious look in his eyes, but when he saw the silver ball, he suddenly froze and sneered,"You overestimate yourself!" As he spoke, he didn't take out any magic treasures. Instead, he pointed at the air with his right hand and a ray of purple spiritual energy shot out from his finger.
The moment this mana appeared, it turned into a purple dragon and charged at the silver ball. The silver ball suddenly stopped and Han Feng's hands formed a seal as he shouted,"Change!"
Immediately, the silver ball began to wiggle strangely and turned into a turtle. It was the Black Tortoise, the beast he had encountered in the strange time and space journey in the Chaos!
The moment the silver ball formed the Xuanwu Beast, it seemed to come alive. It revealed its sharp teeth and opened its mouth to let out a silent roar. Ripples came out of its mouth and entangled with the purple dragon.
The middle-aged scholar let out a cold snort and waved his right hand. He formed a seal and shouted,"Split!"
Instantly, the purple dragon split into two and streaked past the Xuanwu Beast. It roared at Han Feng. Han Feng frowned and was about to retreat when the old man's voice sounded in his ears,
"What are you hiding for? There's no need to hide. Experience the high-level Great Dao concept of a Primordial Chaos Sacred Being!”
Han Feng hesitated for a moment before waving his right hand. If there was any danger, he would immediately take out the Primordial Restriction Flag. In fact, he did not use some of his commonly used magic treasures in this battle because he was afraid of being recognized in the future.
When Han Feng heard the old man's words, he took a deep breath. The memories of him meeting the old man flashed through his mind like lightning. In the end, he gritted his teeth and stopped moving. In the blink of an eye, he saw two purple dragons charging over.
A hint of admiration appeared in the old man's eyes. Although Han Feng's struggle didn't reveal anything on the surface, with the old man's experience, how could he not see through it? He looked at the two purple dragons from the corner of his eyes and lifted his right hand. He gently squeezed, and one of the purple dragons was crushed like a bubble.
The middle-aged scholar's expression changed greatly, and the fear in his eyes became even stronger.
At this moment, the remaining purple dragon gave off waves of roars and energy waves as it pounced on Han Feng. Han Feng's body immediately trembled as he felt a powerful force rush into his body. Although this force looked fierce, it was like a breeze when it landed inside his body. It didn't attack him at all and didn't cause him any discomfort.
However, there was a trace of unfeeling in the breeze. In the blink of an eye, this feeling was magnified infinitely and spread throughout Han Feng's entire body. Even his Nascent Soul was not spared.
Han Feng immediately knew that this feeling of heartlessness was a trace of the Great Path's conception contained in the middle-aged scholar's spell. This conception was like the heavenly might of the Great Path, making Han Feng unable to resist at all.
If he took out the Primordial Restriction Flag, he might not have such a deep feeling under the protection of the Primordial Ancient Restriction. After all, the Great Dao Primordial Restriction Flag was a must-use item when he fought with Soul Formation cultivators in the past.
However, at this moment, in order to comprehend this Great Dao concept, he did not use any Dharma treasures. As a result, he could be said to be unarmed. He could feel the Great Dao concept in the high-level attack of the Primordial Chaos Sacred Being.
The old man's eyes lit up and he reached out with his right hand. A wisp of purple gas appeared from Han Feng's head and formed a purple ball that floated into the old man's hand. Han Feng took a deep breath and recovered.
He closed his eyes. At that moment, he had completely comprehended the other party's domain. This kind of opportunity could only be encountered by chance and was extremely precious.
The old man squeezed his hand and the purple ball immediately disappeared. The middle-aged scholar's expression was quite ugly as he stared at the old man and said,"Senior, you're probably here to help your disciple break through the mid-stage Primordial Chaos Saint to the high-stage Primordial Chaos Saint to comprehend the Great Dao concept, right?”
The old man chuckled. He pointed at a person beside the scholar and said,"You, come out. It's your turn."
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