Although this might expose part of his perfect foundation, Chen Qingyuan knew he had to take this risk to fight across a major realm.

Even in the worst-case scenario, if it were exposed, it would only reveal the foundation of two Saintly Golden Elixirs, not enough to make some old fellows lower themselves to take action.

Such situations were indeed rare, but there were precedents in ancient times.

Perhaps some people in this era had also condensed two Golden Elixirs, but none reached the perfect quality of Chen Qingyuan’s.

Wan Ling’s face was covered in spiderweb-like Dao Marks, dense and eerie.

Not only his face, but they also appeared all over his body.

His pupils began to change, forming an inverted triangle shape.

Chen Qingyuan met his gaze, and his soul seemed to be tugged by some unknown force, nearly losing his mind.

“Eye Technique?”

This kind of Dao Technique was extremely rare, and Chen Qingyuan had learned it due to his extraordinary background. In ordinary regions, some cultivators might never encounter someone who practiced Eye Techniques in their lifetime.

“Appear!”

Wan Ling clasped his hands together, quickly forming seals.

“Swish, swish, swish…”

In the blink of an eye, hundreds of identical clones appeared on either side of Wan Ling, indistinguishable from his true form.

Then, a white mist rolled in.

Wan Ling’s true body shifted positions, its exact location unknown.

“This is the Holy Son’s Myriad Transformation Technique. The Holy Son is getting serious!”

The disciples of the Star-Plucking Tower were well aware of Wan Ling’s many trump cards.

“The last time the Holy Son was this serious was over thirty years ago, during his battle with the Holy Son of the Shangling Observatory.”

To the onlookers, the fact that Chen Qingyuan could force the Holy Son to go all out was already a great feat; losing wouldn’t be shameful.

“Their cultivation levels are too far apart; otherwise, the outcome would be hard to predict.”

Many spectators shook their heads, as if they had already seen the battle’s conclusion.

On the battlefield, Chen Qingyuan’s gaze swept over the hundreds of Wan Ling’s clones, using the superior Eye Technique of the Academy, but he couldn’t distinguish the true body in a short time.

“In that case… I’ll kill them all!”

Unable to discern, he decided to eliminate them all.

Chen Qingyuan’s eyes turned sharp, and an Eight Trigrams diagram appeared in the palms of both hands, with faint flashes of lightning.

“Boom!”

The Seven-Marked Copper Coin trembled in the void, and hundreds of Wan Ling’s clones attacked simultaneously. The powerful pressure made Chen Qingyuan’s body tremble slightly.

However, this didn’t affect Chen Qingyuan’s judgment.

Hundreds of clones attacked from all directions, intending to suppress Chen Qingyuan with overwhelming force.

Chen Qingyuan struck upwards with his palm, confusing the onlookers.

Suddenly, the wind and clouds changed, and a fierce wind arose.

A mass of pitch-black clouds covered the battlefield, with lightning flashing, extremely terrifying.

“Thunder Technique!”

The crowd was horrified, exclaiming in shock.

This was no ordinary Thunder Technique.

“Command!”

Chen Qingyuan roared, and the thunderbolts obliterated all the supernatural powers and Dao Techniques approaching him.

Crash—

Boom—

The terrifying Dao might suffocated the souls of the onlookers, leaving them dumbfounded.

“An early Elemental Infant stage cultivator can wield such a Thunder Technique?”

Setting aside how Chen Qingyuan comprehended it, how could his cultivation level and spiritual power drive such a Dao Technique?

It didn’t make sense!

No matter how they thought about it, they couldn’t figure it out.

Wan Ling’s offensive was broken by Chen Qingyuan in this manner, leaving him astonished.

Soon, Wan Ling suppressed his inner turmoil and attacked again.

“Buzz…”

Wan Ling’s eyes locked onto Chen Qingyuan, forcibly dragging him into a bizarre consciousness space.

The superior Eye Technique forced Chen Qingyuan to confront it head-on.

At this moment, countless black shadows appeared before Chen Qingyuan, as if crawling out of the underworld, grotesque and terrifying.

Wan Ling’s true body and clones hid in the thick black mist, waiting for an opportunity to find Chen Qingyuan’s flaw and suppress him with a single strike.

“Roar—”

The black shadows moved quickly and were extremely powerful in this consciousness space.

Countless black shadows crawled towards Chen Qingyuan, with dozens of hands grabbing his ankles, as if trying to pull him down and slowly devour him.

This was a special barrier of soul consciousness, an awareness space created by Wan Ling. To break it, either one’s soul power had to be no weaker than Wan Ling’s, or one had to break through it with sheer force.

In the eyes of the outside cultivators, Wan Ling and Chen Qingyuan suddenly froze, as if time had stopped.

“What are they doing?”

Many didn’t understand, frowning.

“A battle in the consciousness space; we can’t observe it.”

Some who had witnessed Wan Ling’s top-tier Eye Technique explained the situation.

“The void they are in has become distorted and deformed.”

Countless Dao Laws clashed, slicing through space, making the battlefield extremely eerie.

The battlefield’s boundary formed a powerful Law storm, preventing outsiders from intervening; otherwise, they would face simultaneous attacks from both sides’ Laws.

Within the consciousness illusion, Chen Qingyuan could still wield the Thunder Technique.

With a wave of his sleeve, hundreds of lightning bolts coiled around him, shattering the black shadows trying to climb onto him. Then, Chen Qingyuan’s left hand formed a new seal.

A cross-shaped black Dao Mark appeared at his fingertips, rotating.

“Break!”

Chen Qingyuan’s left hand turned into a palm, striking at the countless black shadows before him.

In an instant, a massive palm print appeared.

The Supreme Qingyi Palm!

One of the top supernatural powers of the Academy, ranking in the top three of the Palm Dao lineage.

“Boom!”

The Qingyi Palm shattered the space for hundreds of miles ahead, erasing most of the black shadows.

Wan Ling was slightly affected, and over a dozen of his clones couldn’t withstand it and were destroyed.

“Zheng—”

Immediately, Wan Ling activated his eerie Eye Technique, causing the consciousness space to seem inverted, disrupting Chen Qingyuan’s Spiritual Qi.

“Bang!” A muffled sound came from his body, and the disruption of his Spiritual Qi made it difficult for Chen Qingyuan to use his Dao Techniques.

Wan Ling seized this opportunity, immediately using a powerful trump card.

He pointed a finger at Chen Qingyuan’s forehead, the Dissolution Technique.

This technique could affect the enemy’s judgment, causing them to hallucinate for a short time. If the target’s Dao Heart and foundation were weak, they might even commit suicide.

Due to Wan Ling’s Eye Technique, Chen Qingyuan couldn’t defend in time and took the hit head-on.

Buzz!

Chen Qingyuan’s eyes widened, his limbs trembling slightly.

At this point, Wan Ling believed the battle’s outcome was decided. Since his emergence, even evildoers of the same level struggled to withstand such an offensive.

Even if Chen Qingyuan could break free from the shackles of the Eye Technique Law, he would surely be injured and unable to continue fighting.

Just as Wan Ling thought this, the Laws of the consciousness space underwent a drastic change.

“Bang, bang, bang…”

Explosions echoed from various corners of the space, causing Wan Ling’s body to tremble and filling him with unease.