The battle's airwaves tossed Ao Luan's long hair, and amidst the interweaving light, her beautiful face exuded a compelling heroic air.

Her sword was simple and unadorned, yet as it swung, it burst forth with a fierce momentum.

The shrill sound of cutting through the wind echoed throughout the battlefield.

People watched this battle with bated breath.

Countless dazzling red sword lights solidified as if tangible, with intricate runes appearing within them, the sword lights and runes striking like a dense flock of birds.

Dangerous, spectacular, yet beautiful, like clusters of blooming flowers by the Nether River.

The entire venue fell silent, everyone involuntarily holding their breath.

With the enhancement of the Spiritual Network, Ao Luan, enveloped in blazing flames, left a strong impression on the audience as if she were a female general commanding thousands of troops.

She was a woman as sharp as a sword.

However, Sun Wukong was not to be outdone; enhancing his body with Immortal Text, his white figure moved through the dangerous sword lights with ease, occasionally just turning his head and twisting his body slightly, letting the seemingly impenetrable sword lights brush past his clothes.

"Ao Luan."

As Sun Wukong dodged, he called out, "The will of the Spiritual Network will devour your reason."

"I know."

Ao Luan did not stop attacking.

The Wanling Immortal Path could carry the emotions of living beings and also amplify them.

The deeper one's understanding of Immortal Dao, the more one would be affected.

Ao Luan's obsession was intensified by the Spiritual Network; she knew she was somewhat obsessed ever since Sun Wukong had fallen into slumber.

But those were her own emotions.

"If it weren't for now..."

With fiery red light shining in her eyes, Ao Luan said, "I definitely couldn't resist my brother."

Only at this moment did she have the courage to stand in front of Sun Wukong.

Yet Ao Luan's sword lights never ceased, and none managed to hit Sun Wukong.

It wasn't that Ao Luan's sword control was imprecise, nor that there were gaps between the sword lights; rather, Sun Wukong had greatly altered the concentration of spiritual energy around him in a very small range, causing space to distort.

With just a slight diversion, the sword lights could only graze past him.

The myriad sword lights traced arcs in the air and fell to the ground, like a red rain had fallen.

Large chunks of the ground were torn and flipped, continuously bursting with rubble and thunderous roars, the deep booms serving as the soundtrack of this battle.

However, Sun Wukong quickly closed the distance in the midst of the sword rain, while Ao Luan rapidly retreated.

As the distance closed, Sun Wukong made his move, and suddenly countless firefly-sized red flames appeared in the sky.

As soon as these flames appeared, they collided with Ao Luan's sword lights, and numerous bursting sounds erupted simultaneously, causing the distant audience's ears to achingly ring.

The wind swept away the remnants of the explosion, immediately eliciting a gasp from the audience in the stands.

Ao Luan stood tenaciously, leaning on her sword, her body streaming with fresh blood.

The explosion had reopened her original wounds.

"Stop, that Daoist Skill doesn't belong to you."

Sun Wukong said, "Using it will only hasten your collapse."

"No."

Ao Luan shook her head in refusal.

"As long as it can enhance my power!"

She gritted her teeth and used her most potent Daoist Skill.

Sun Wukong immediately sensed the surrounding spiritual energy violently surging.

The next moment, Ao Luan's body flashed with light, transforming into a White Dragon.

The White Dragon, full of auspiciousness, had a dignified and majestic stature, whiskers fluttering in the wind, each dragon scale shining like pristine white jade, radiating a gentle and beautiful luster.

Sun Wukong was momentarily stunned.

"What a miraculous creation."

He marveled.

This was a dragon body Ao Luan had created using her own Dragon Soul; in the realm of dreams, creating a dragon form was extremely difficult.

Her understanding of Wanling Creation was not inferior to Immortal Zhen Yuan.

The White Dragon suddenly let out a long roar, and instantly, the clear skies above the venue were shrouded in dense clouds.

Lightning flashed frequently, and thunder rolled by, signaling the imminent arrival of a sudden storm.

The sky turned gloomy, the air already carrying the scent of moist vapor.

Following that, the White Dragon soared into the high skies, with Sun Wukong closely following behind.

In the raging lightning, two beams of light began to fiercely battle in the air.

Above the Wanling Tree, a halo appeared at some point, encircling the entire battlefield.

As the intense battle continued, the halo expanded outward, with the Spiritual Energy of the Southern Continent continuously flowing towards it, seemingly alive.

The Jade Emperor gazed at the sky.

"Is that the Spiritual Network Core?"

He could feel the halo resonating with the Southern Continent.

"No, that's not right..."

The Jade Emperor then turned his head, asking Emperor Qinghua, "What is that?"

"Spiritual Network."

Emperor Qinghua replied, "That is the Spiritual Network, the collective consciousness of all the Spiritual Energy of the Southern Continent."

The so-called Spiritual Network Core was merely a tool used to carry this unconsciously collected entity.

Emperor Qinghua continued, "The Great Saint is going to make a contract with it."

"Contract?"

A sense of heaviness filled the Jade Emperor's heart, "What contract?"

"The contract between Wanling and the Spiritual Network."

There was a touch of emotion in Emperor Qinghua's voice.

Nurtured by the will of the creatures of the Southern Continent, as a physical manifestation of Immortal Dao, the Spiritual Network could resonate with Ao Luan's heart, as well as with the will of Wanling, transforming into something akin to Spiritual Objects.

Sun Wukong organized this contest to attract everyone's will and then create the Wanling Tree, giving birth to the spirit of the Spiritual Network.

This spirit isn't truly conscious, yet it could represent the Wanling Immortal Path of the Southern Continent.

The Jade Emperor staggered back a step, "What exactly does Imperial Brother intend to do? What can he do?"

"He can do anything."

Emperor Qinghua honestly answered, "No matter what, the Wanling Immortal Path will realize it for him."

The Jade Emperor felt a chill all over.

A thought crossed his mind, and sword shadows began to emerge around him.

"Stop it."

A young girl's voice suddenly rang out.

The Jade Emperor's immortal power was restrained by a heavy force.

"Disturbing them, isn't that very bad?"

The voice said, "Just watch."

A weight sank in the Jade Emperor's heart, "You want to help him?"

"No... I'm helping you."

The girl answered.

"You can't stop this battle."

She told the Jade Emperor.

The Jade Emperor remained silent.

However, standing opposite the Jade Emperor was the girl, and if a conflict arose with her, he wouldn't stand much chance in this land.

The Jade Emperor clenched his fists, looking up at the battle in the sky.

Above the Wanling Tree, the clouds were densely packed.

Controlling the weather is an Innate Divine Ability of the Dragon Clan.

That White Dragon, constructed from a Dragon Soul, resembled a True Dragon almost exactly.

Although Sun Wukong's understanding of the Wanling Immortal Path far exceeded Ao Luan's, he was merely a guide.

His greatest weakness was his mortal body; he couldn't possibly defeat Ao Luan.

In an instant, several thick bolts of lightning struck him from the clouds, bright branches like instantly appearing and disappearing roots, and the thunder as deafening as the earlier explosive noise.

In the face of nature's mighty power, human strength could only pale in comparison.

Sun Wukong's expression was solemn as he used spells in quick movements to counter and reduce the power of the lightning.

But after the lightning, he was still severely injured.

The power of these lightning strikes was too strong, too fast, such concentrated attacks were like the wrath of a True Dragon, with the heavens and earth changing colors and wind and thunder arising.

In this difficult battle, Sun Wukong's body, enhanced by Immortal Texts, seemed like it could collapse at any moment.

But he showed no signs of stopping!

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