Zhang Xuanji initially sought out Qing Yu, thinking that Qing Yu would engage in alchemy for three months as a trade, and have Qing Yu help him exact revenge.

However, Qing Yu later became interested in Zhang Xuanji's alchemy skills, and through a combination of persuasion and pressure, forced him to stay for another three months after three months, and before he realized it, nearly three years had passed.

By now, Zhang Xuanji had almost become the Imperial Alchemist for Northern Zhou, dedicated to refining elixirs for the Imperial Family, as well as developing new elixirs.

With the Imperial Family providing Zhang Xuanji with herbs, a large workforce at his disposal, and no restrictions on his independent research, coupled with Qing Yu's increasing influence, Zhang Xuanji settled comfortably into his new home in Northern Zhou.

This Mad Demon Pill was precisely developed by Zhang Xuanji at Qing Yu's behest, for today's great battle.

After consuming the Mad Demon Pill, death was nearly certain, but the induced potential was formidable, allowing dying soldiers to display combat power far exceeding their peak, taking a few enemies with them before they fall.

Since death was inevitable anyway, choosing was not a problem for these battle-hardened soldiers.

Under these overwhelming advantages, the Northern Zhou army advanced relentlessly, their formation like a mountain, each step soaked in blood as they mercilessly moved forward over enemy corpses.

In such circumstances, the Divinity Realm experts on the side of the Golden Wolf Han Court finally could not sit still.

"Woo—woo—"

The cold wind suddenly intensified, and the falling ice pellets grew larger, turning into hailstones, clattering against the armor with a dull thud.

Primordial Energy gathered en masse towards the grassland army, and sitting at the rear, Qing Yu and the Seven Extremes Elder immediately sensed this sudden anomaly.

"The Divinity Realm sāmān of Shamanism has made a move. It's time for our war to begin as well."

The Seven Extremes Elder shot up into the sky first, charging straight for the grassland army formation; the cold and ruthless Qi Mechanism pervaded, and the potent aura in the sky caused the Gray Wolf Soldier Evil formed by the grassland army to begin to crumble.

'After killing his closest kin and severing his Seven Emotions, the Seven Extremes Elder's Mental State and Primordial Spirit have reached their peak, opening a third of the gateway to the Realm of Ultimate Strength. No wonder only one from the Four Demonic Sects has reached the Divinity Realm; with just the power of the Seven Extremes Elder, he can match two or three in the Divinity Realm.'

Upon thinking this, Qing Yu too unleashed Sword Light, countless sharp swords flying like waves, reverberating with clashing sword cries towards the battlefield's center. With an outstretched hand, he summoned the sword, wielding the Piaomiao Absolute Style.

Sixth Sword·Absolute.

The Sword of Absolute Sharpness spanned the Heavenly Vault, Sword Qi aimed straight at the figure in the grassland army's center, who was casting a spell to intensify the cold wind.

"Since you've broken the rules by making a move, don't blame Ren Piaomiao for taking your life."

The voice echoed as if beside his ear, and Ali Budha saw the Sword Qi like a rainbow crossing the sky, arriving with a whoosh.

With alarm bells blaring in his heart, Ali Budha instinctively halted to defend with all his might against this sword.

But at this moment, a palm shadow swept in with the wind, the fierce Wind Force turning into a vague giant palm, meeting the Piaomiao Sword Qi mid-air, neutralizing the attack.

"Young people must have the vigor of youth. Let this old sack of bones handle the aftermath."

A soft, aged voice floated gently, and an elderly, hunched figure ascended into the sky, facing that fierce Swordsman.

"I am the Great Shaman Mongga of Shamanism. Your Excellency must be Ren Piaomiao of the Piaomiao Sword Palace."

Under his disheveled hair, the Great Shaman's cloudy eyes stared intently at Qing Yu, his words filled with sighs of feelings, "The Central Plains indeed brings forth talents in great numbers. For Palace Lord Ren to have reached such heights at such a young age, merely a step away from the Realm of Ultimate Strength, this old man truly cannot resist acknowledging his age."

With his insight, he could see that the person before him was a warrior at the same level as himself, and if Ali Budha were to confront him, it certainly wouldn't be the other side that would suffer.

'It's time for this old man to exert the last of his residual heat.' The Great Shaman resolved internally.

To drag a mighty warrior in his prime down with him would, in any case, be advantageous.

But the truth was, the Great Shaman only saw what Qing Yu allowed him to see. The supposed one-step gap had actually long been surpassed.

If not for the desire to keep Ren Piaomiao's identity ambiguous, Qing Yu could have slain the Great Shaman on the spot.

"Great Shaman."

Three more Divinity Realm experts took to the sky, approaching the Great Shaman.

"Halt," the Great Shaman raised his wooden staff, speaking in a deep voice, "You go after the other one, leave this person to me."

"This······"

Upon hearing this, Batu hesitated a bit, but Harilla understood what the Great Shaman meant and immediately said, "We understand, Great Shaman."

The trio simultaneously lunged forward, directly attacking the Seven Extremes Elder. Harilla whispered, "Deal with him with full force, then go assist the Great Shaman."

"Agreed."

The other two nodded in unison, channeling their entire True Qi, unleashing powerful strikes in pursuit of a quick resolution.

"Gray Wolf Dominating Fist."

"Shaking Mountain Divine Strength."

"Tear Wind Blood Claw."

"Do you take me for a soft target?"

Faced with the three-pronged assault, the Seven Extremes Elder remained calm and collected, his Mental State cold and clear. The trio's techniques, reflected like the moon on water, were fully revealed in his heart.

"Heartless and Selfless."

Raising his hand with fingers aligned, the Seven Extremes Heart Realm rendered his eyes utterly vacant. The piercing sword finger struck through the void, Finger Strength piercing Qi Force, nullifying the trio's attack power.

"Now it's my turn······"

Softly muttering, the Seven Extremes Elder's figure blurred and vanished instantly.

One man against three, a great battle unfolded.

"Those three alone cannot take down the Seven Extremes Elder."

Qing Yu and the Great Shaman squared off, observing the clash on the other side, Qing Yu spoke in a calm tone.

"I don't need them to win, as long as they can hold off that one while preserving their lives. As long as······"

The stooped body slowly straightened, the upright figure appeared taller than Qing Yu by a head, "······ as long as I can drag you with me to the afterlife,"

Stars dotted the Great Shaman's body, emanating a luminous Spirit Light, venerated by Shamanism as the soul of all things, it was his Spirit Light.

"Soul Guiding Longevity Heaven."

The Spirit Light burned like a flame, his form expanding, rejuvenated as in his prime, discarding the wooden staff, stepping across the void with resounding shockwaves charging straight ahead.

"Mountain Spirit."

He struck with a punch, a scene of rugged peaks emerged, the spirit of the mountains in his body, summoning boundless power.

"Xuanzhen Jue Xu."

The Nirvana Sword loosed sword shadows, layers of Sword Qi shot out in flowing streams, displaying a magnificent spectacle, the clash of sword and fist raising waves of air echoed throughout the sky.

"Hah!"

The Great Shaman roared, a punch like a collapsing mountain, immense strength stirred a tempest, entangling Sword Qi, then with another punch, shattering a thousand sword shadows.

"Wind Spirit."

The figure shifted from solid to void, the weight unseen, transformed into endless agility. The Great Shaman merged with the wind, faster than the wind itself, palm shadows carried the force of a gale, falling like a storm, covering all.

And as his opponent, Qing Yu's sword danced in the sky, his sweeping sword shadows resembled countless strands of flowing light, each stroke landing true, with no error, The Great Shaman's palm force found itself halted before the sword curtain, unable to cross the Heavenly Domain.

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