Mo Qi transmitted his voice, "Cultivate!"
Linghu Xiaoxian stamped her foot in anger. It was him again!
Ever since she met him, nothing good had happened!
Was he sent by heaven to punish her?
Yet, she still couldn't understand how he managed to reach the top floor with his cultivation.
She had heard before that reaching the top floor of the Wutian Tower wasn't necessarily related to one's cultivation level.
But with extremely low cultivation, it was definitely impossible to ascend.
For someone at the Nascent Soul stage to move freely up and down, it required immense fortune.
She couldn't help but suspect that Mo Qi was hiding his true strength.
"Come down," Linghu Xiaoxian said with a slight commanding tone.
"If I come down, won't you all stew me and eat me? I'm not that foolish," Mo Qi replied.
With so many people below watching covetously, he wouldn't even have a chance to fight back. A single person's spit would be enough to drown him.
"I'm a vegetarian," Linghu Xiaoxian stated.
Mo Qi ignored her. He intended to properly digest these two types of念力 (nianli - mental power).
Although he now controlled two types of念力, one focused on cutting and opening, and the other on transportation, his overall念力 cultivation was only at the initial stage. He still had a long way to go.
Thus, he let the commotion below continue while he focused on improving and cultivating on the upper level.
After a while, Linghu Xiaoxian transmitted her voice again, asking him to come down.
However, there was no longer any response from above. It was silent.
This greatly angered Linghu Xiaoxian. No one had ever dared to ignore her, especially a man!
"Mo Qi, where did you go?" Linghu Xiaoxian transmitted her voice in Cangfeng Butterfly language, sounding slightly annoyed.
Mo Qi had already elevated his念力 to the tenth level.
He finished his cultivation but still ignored Linghu Xiaoxian's calls, and quietly left.
Let her shout there if she felt like it.
There was still another tall tower to visit.
Since all three tall towers possessed divine abilities, there was no reason to waste them.
After losing another magical artifact, the Red Gold Hammer, Mo Qi once again reached the highest level of the third tower.
Meanwhile, on the plaza, Linghu Zhong and the elders found no clues and left dejectedly. Linghu Zhong felt it was necessary to seriously consider whether the competition should continue.
Linghu Xiaoxian walked beside Linghu Zhong, wanting to speak but hesitating. She tried several times to tell Linghu Zhong about Mo Qi, but eventually held back.
In the sky, patterns spun rapidly. In the center, a golden-yellow light flowed slowly from Mo Qi's brow like water. A memory of a technique was instantly etched into his mind, as if carved.
It was the memory of Pangu's divine power.
Pangu's divine power was comprehended by the Dao Ancestor and had two forms: the Mountain Splitting Axe Strike and the Chaos Star Devouring Style. The Mountain Splitting Axe Strike was the foundational technique and the entry point. Only by refining the Mountain Splitting Axe Strike to its peak could one potentially activate the Chaos Star Devouring Style.
Both styles originated from the perception of Pangu's power in creating heaven and earth.
When executed to its extreme, the technique could destroy heavens and earth, and devour the cosmos.
Before Mo Qi even began to practice, he could feel the supreme magical power contained within this technique.
As if sensing the immense power, the soul sea within his body became excited, churning like a stormy sea, roaring and shouting.
Mo Qi immediately became engrossed and began cultivating with rapt attention.
As he circulated the cultivation method, a powerful force collided within his body, like a wild beast charging recklessly, baring its fangs and claws, rising and falling.
With each rise and fall, it continuously absorbed power from the soul sea. After a long period of dormancy, the soul sea began to churn again, surging with immense power, forming an endless vortex that drew in the spiritual energy from outside the body.
Above the tall tower, white mist permeated and spun wildly, forming a colossal vortex. As the vortex rotated, a beam of light descended from the center like a funnel. It was like a breached river, with continuous white radiance flowing into the tall tower.
Rumbling sounds echoed incessantly, and the entire tower shook and trembled.
The disciples residing below immediately sensed danger, like startled nestlings, and fled their homes, chirping incessantly.
"What's happening? Is it an earthquake?"
"Is the tower about to collapse!"
"It won't collapse. This treasure tower has stood for ten thousand years; it can't fall."
"If it won't collapse, why are you coming out?"
"But the shaking is quite frightening."
As these people looked up, they witnessed a magnificent and spectacular sight. The sky was filled with swirling clouds, forming a giant vortex from which divine light flowed.
Overall, it resembled a giant umbrella suspended in mid-air!
Within the giant umbrella, light and shadow flowed, radiant and shimmering, flickering as if the spirit of the giant umbrella was blinking its bright eyes.
"What's going on? Is someone practicing?"
"It looks like they're undergoing tribulation!"
"It must be a celestial phenomenon!"
At this moment, on a mountain peak, stood two old men, one tall and thin, the other short and stout. The stout one was upright, while the thin one was slightly hunched.
The tall, thin elder stroked his beard, gazing at the distant sky, and said slowly, "What do you think!"
The short, stout elder bowed slightly, "Ancestor Tan, Pangu's divine power has not been passed down for ten thousand years. It is unexpected that a destined person has been found today. I believe that although fortune and misfortune are unpredictable, it is best to follow the will of heaven."
The tall, thin elder murmured, "Follow the will of heaven, follow the will of heaven. We of the Sun Moon Sect have never respected heaven, nor believed in fate!"
The short, stout elder lowered his head slightly, "Yes, Ancestor, your teachings are correct."
The tall, thin Ancestor smiled slightly, "How could I be teaching you? I was just speaking casually."
The short, stout elder hesitated and said, "Then, Ancestor, this child's origins are unknown, and now he possesses divine power. He poses a threat to the future of our sect. What should we do about him?"
"Follow the will of heaven!"
The short, stout elder: "!!!"???
At this moment, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth poured into Mo Qi's body continuously. The power to destroy heavens and earth gathered, expanding like a snowball, spreading rapidly.
Mo Qi felt as if a wounded giant dragon was rampaging within him, churning and tossing, causing chaos and changing the sun and moon.
The dragon roared and raged, unwilling to be subdued without breaking free from his body.
This scene was so familiar.
Back in the cave on Lingxiao Sect's mountain, there was also a force like a great river surging within him, rising and falling, beyond his control.
Later, that old man had come and taught him how to control the power.
But now, that method was not suitable for the current situation.
And there was no one to teach him how to control the power anymore.
Then, he would not control it. He would let it run wild!
A white light flashed from above, like a giant light axe splitting from the clouds. With a thunderous roar, the tall tower cracked in the middle, splitting into two halves and toppling to the sides.
Due to the immense scale of the event, people scattered like startled birds, fleeing into the distance.
At this moment, two figures flashed and arrived, landing on the two halves of the toppling tower. Their movements were as swift as lightning. With a gentle push, they actually pushed the ten-thousand-zhang tall tower to rotate from low to high, as if two mosquitoes were propping up a falling chopstick.
In an instant, the two halves of the tower rejoined, seamless and standing tall, as if they had never been affected.
However, the surging power within Mo Qi had not been completely depleted and was still clashing wantonly.
Thus, another beam of white light descended from the sky!
But it did not strike the tall tower; instead, it aimed at other buildings within the Sun Moon Sect.
People in the distance watched with wide, terrified eyes.
This attack, like the splitting of heaven and earth, would inevitably destroy all people and objects in its path.
Just then, a figure who had just caught the tower suddenly flew forward, his entire body slamming directly into the white light that was like a sharp blade.
Countless people on the ground looked up and saw this scene, letting out a collective gasp.
Because that dark figure was no different from an egg hitting a rock, seeking its own destruction!
However, to everyone's surprise, the white light suddenly shattered like glass fragments, scattering into the air.
And the figure still stood between heaven and earth, his robes fluttering, moving without wind.
Then, countless more white lights descended from the sky, all of which were resolved by the figure in the same manner.
The onlookers watched with trepidation. Each time, they thought the figure would surely be split in two, but each time, it remained unharmed, standing tall.
After a long while, the excess power within Mo Qi was finally vented. The clashing dragon gradually fell into a slumber within his body.
Under the watchful eyes of everyone, that figure flashed and appeared before Mo Qi, snatching him away like an eagle grabbing a chick.
Linghu Xiaoxian, standing beside Linghu Zhong in the distance, her eyes flickering, pondered: Could this be him again?
Who exactly was he?
She pointed at the figure that appeared later and asked, "Father, who is that?"
"My grand-disciple ancestor, Ancestor Shen!" Linghu Zhong replied calmly.
"Grand-disciple ancestor, he hasn't involved himself in worldly affairs for so many years. This is the first time I've seen him in my entire life," Linghu Xiaoxian said with immense shock.
"And the other one, I don't know who he is either. I've never met him," Linghu Zhong said calmly.
"This..." Linghu Xiaoxian nearly fainted.
Linghu Zhong murmured to himself, "They have personally intervened, so I am happy to be at leisure. This is a good thing."
Mo Qi was wrapped in a dark cloud, feeling dizzy. Soon, he was thrown onto an open space in a forest.
Looking up, he saw an old man staring at him, as if he were a monster.
The old man was plump, with a pale face, and no visible wrinkles. If not for his slight chubbiness and graying hair, he might have appeared somewhat handsome.
For some reason, Mo Qi thought of Wu Fan.
"Old man," Mo Qi stood up, dusting himself off, and said, "Why did you bring me here? I'm not interested in men!"
Ancestor Shen smiled, "I am interested in you."
Mo Qi was startled, immediately covering his chest and taking a step back, saying nervously, "What do you want?"
"Nothing much, I want to take you as my disciple," Ancestor Shen said.
"Take me as your disciple?" Mo Qi breathed a sigh of relief. "Then you have no sincerity. There's no meeting gift or anything."
Ancestor Shen fixed his sharp gaze on him.