Dugu Changkong stood alone amidst the vast starry sky, facing countless powerful figures without a trace of fear.

The old man in the coffin was deeply apprehensive, feeling a hint of retreat. If the battle continued, he would likely be forced out of the ancient coffin, exposing himself to the world and consuming his lifespan.

At such a high level of cultivation, the older one gets, the more they fear death, unwilling to see their life’s achievements turn to dust.

In the shadows, Yu Chenran still had no intention of showing himself. The initial amused smile on his lips had vanished, replaced by a deep frown.

The news of the divine bridge had already spread, indicating that the future would be even more chaotic, far from peaceful.

Across the world, there were indeed many cultivators at the peak of the Great Vehicle stage. Each top sect had at least a few, if not a dozen. However, those who had touched the divine bridge were exceedingly rare.

Based on Yu Chenran’s current knowledge, fewer than a hundred had touched the divine bridge. But those who could truly stand on it were few and far between.

“Dugu Changkong has probably taken a few steps forward.”

As the vice principal of the Academy, Yu Chenran had also touched the divine bridge, but only just.

The person in the coffin, as well as the top experts from various sacred grounds, were in a similar situation to Yu Chenran. With their abilities, thinking they could shake Dugu Changkong was a fool’s dream.

Those involved were confused, while the onlookers saw clearly.

Yu Chenran could see this, but those old fellows probably wouldn’t think so. They believed Dugu Changkong wasn’t that monstrous and still wanted to try to suppress him.

“With such a commotion, I wonder if the principal is watching from somewhere.”

Thinking of this, Yu Chenran glanced around, hoping to catch a trace of the principal’s presence. Unfortunately, even if the principal was nearby, Yu Chenran couldn’t detect him.

The principal of the Academy was as elusive as a dragon, extremely mysterious.

Within the prayer bead barrier, Chen Qingyuan and the others looked at Dugu Changkong’s back, unable to calm their emotions, their eyes flashing with strange light.

“Old Wu, if we get through this, you owe me a drink.”

Chen Qingyuan glanced at Wu Junyan beside him, swallowing hard, and whispered.

Wu Junyan, perhaps shocked or naturally silent, nodded slightly without speaking.

Not wanting to waste time, Dugu Changkong planned to resolve this matter quickly.

Layers of law ripples appeared on Dugu Changkong’s body, like stones falling into water, creating ripples that spread in all directions.

“What’s the point of hiding? Come out and fight!”

Dugu Changkong’s eyes were murky, filled with endless vicissitudes. At this moment, he pointed towards the ancient coffin, and countless strands of mysterious light surged from his fingertip, instantly shattering the endless space ahead, reaching the ancient coffin.

The old fellow inside the coffin immediately used his protective supernatural power, but it was of no use.

“Boom!”

The starry sky exploded with a loud noise.

The ancient coffin developed dozens of cracks, spreading to various positions.

In just a few breaths, the ancient coffin shattered.

“Cough…” An old man, six feet tall, wearing a dark robe, with sunken eyes and a lifeless face, appeared.

Like a candle flickering in the wind, his life was nearing its end.

“You destroyed my protective item.”

The old man’s face was extremely grim. The ancient coffin was like his turtle shell, hiding inside could slow down the erosion of time. Now that the coffin was shattered, it meant he was at risk of dying at any moment.

“Since you’re here, don’t think about leaving peacefully.”

As Dugu Changkong spoke, he made his move.

At the same time, a secret voice transmission reached Wu Junyan and Chen Qingyuan’s ears.

“Watch closely, this is the Eight-Part Dragon Palm.”

The secret transmission was inaudible to outsiders and couldn’t be intercepted.

Wu Junyan and Chen Qingyuan’s bodies trembled slightly, each lost in thought.

Wu Junyan’s reaction wasn’t very strong, after all, Dugu Changkong was his master. Moreover, Wu Junyan had learned part of the Eight-Part Dragon Palm’s moves in his youth but couldn’t grasp its true essence due to his insufficient cultivation level.

“Did I hear that right?”

Chen Qingyuan was bewildered, looking around in confusion and surprise, thinking to himself.

Chen Qingyuan knew nothing about his own identity.

Dugu Changkong naturally knew, so while fighting these tigers and wolves, he took the opportunity to teach the younger generation, saving them from much hardship in the future.

Buzz—

The next moment, a faint light flashed between Chen Qingyuan and Wu Junyan’s brows, unnoticed even by the nearby Daochen Buddha’s child.

The light between their brows was a special method used by Dugu Changkong, allowing Chen Qingyuan and Wu Junyan to enter a state of enlightenment, seeing the true essence of the Qing Sect’s Dao technique without external interference.

“The Eight-Part Dragon Palm, with its powerful and vigorous force, is the epitome of yang energy, capable of breaking all laws. If practiced by a pure child, it can reach perfection. If one’s primordial yang is lost, one can achieve its form but not its essence. I will demonstrate it once, how much you comprehend depends on your fortune. This is the first palm, the Myriad Wonders Spirit Platform, gathering the ultimate yang…”

Dugu Changkong’s mouth remained closed, yet his voice eerily reached Chen Qingyuan and Wu Junyan’s ears.

Chen Qingyuan’s thoughts seemed to be pulled by some strange force, his mind emptied, focusing entirely.

Rumble—

A terrifying pressure emanated from Dugu Changkong’s body, his disheveled white hair flying wildly, his deep eyes seemingly piercing through everything, seeing through the old man’s strength.

“Whoosh—”

Dugu Changkong raised his right hand, pushing out with his palm.

A star sea storm arose instantly, myriad laws entwined around his palm, rushing forward, transforming into a nine-clawed dragon.

The force of ultimate yang dispelled the coldness of the starry sky,

The palm’s fierce intent shattered all the old man’s defensive techniques.

“I have touched the divine bridge, my golden body is unbreakable!”

Forced to this point, the old man in the coffin could only mobilize the hidden blood and energy within his body, activating his ultimate Dao technique. With a long roar, his body emitted golden light, his eyes like copper bells, and he punched out.

“Clang—”

The palm struck the old man, as if hitting hard iron, a metallic Dao sound resonated in all directions.

The old man was shaken back thousands of miles, the surrounding void collapsing, space trembling violently, countless cracks appearing, chaotic law forces spreading, containing endless killing intent.

“The second move, the world in my heart, the universe in my palm.”

Dugu Changkong became serious, showing no mercy.

With a palm strike, it seemed as if the entire world was enveloped by a giant palm, the infinite power of the universe spreading to every corner.

In just a few breaths, the power of myriad laws converged into a point, striking the old man at a speed invisible to the naked eye.

Even though the old man no longer held back, using all his strength, he couldn’t withstand Dugu Changkong’s attack.

“Boom”

Instantly, a splash of blood erupted.

Cracks appeared on the old man’s divine bridge golden body, the dark brown blood containing little vitality, indicating his life was nearing its end.