He scrutinized the young man before him and finally realized where that nagging unease originated from.
The moment the other party stepped out of the Ban Shan Sect, he had transformed into the Azure Sky of this place; thus, he lost control over his surroundings.
His thoughts drifted.
Shen Yi had already approached Situ Junrui. He slowly raised the golden-patterned mystic blade in his hand, not to ask the heavens, but to kill.
The blade shimmered with mystic golden radiance, sweeping across like a stroke of ink.
A massive head flew up, adding a swath of blood to the dense golden ink.
The cultivators from the Infinite Dao Emperor Sect hung in the air in a daze, while the master and disciple from the Ban Shan Sect also looked up in shock.
They stared at the soaring head, and suddenly their thoughts became chaotic.
Silently... just watch as he was beheaded?
However, at that moment,
A bloody sneer spread across Situ Junrui’s lips.
Previously too careless, having left the River and Mountains Scroll, thus this youngster used strange methods and the Mighty Realm to bind him in place. He needed to think of a way to escape; these Western Hong cultivators wouldn’t recognize such profound Daoist techniques.
His head swiftly swept toward the Dao Imperial Palace.
The next moment, Situ Junrui’s expression changed again.
Only because a pale, slender hand had appeared above his head.
Shen Yi, as if he had anticipated this, had already reached out at the same moment he beheaded.
With one hand holding the blade and the other clutching the severed head, his expression indifferent, he met Situ Junrui’s bewildered eyes.
The Yin Yang Badge at his waist burst out with intense brilliance, engulfing the severed head entirely!
A shrill scream echoed within the mystic white light, followed by the River and Mountains Scroll above turning into a long dragon, swirling and rushing over to envelop them both.
Shen Yi glanced sideways at his surroundings and found that the previous Azure Sky and ocean had suddenly transformed into a majestic grand palace.
Sounds of chanting like the ringing of a great bell suddenly filled his ears, as if countless people were praying fervently, their prayers merging into a powerful force.
Having previously clashed with Pan Boyang, he knew the Infinite Dao Emperor Sect had such life-saving measures, and it was reasonable for this Sect Master to possess even more profound techniques.
But when he felt the head in his hand suddenly shrivel, Shen Yi still furrowed his brow slightly.
Clearly, both the head and the body underfoot were just shells now; the Divine Soul hidden within had already escaped.
The next moment, amidst those chants,
On the meditation mat in the great hall, a vague figure slowly reassembled, his face indistinguishable, yet the seething anger could be felt through his chilling voice as he suddenly pointed and screamed, "Once you’ve entered my Dao Imperial Palace, you’re finished!"
Situ Junrui did not like wasting time practicing the Immortal Laws that others eagerly pursued.
Only by perfecting Daoist techniques into true Divine Skills could he step into the Heaven Realm.
What is but a moment in a thousand years?
This was his Daoist Technique, used to enlighten the beings within the River and Mountains Scroll... and it spanned far beyond a thousand years.
As long as he wished, he could even let this young man traverse emptiness for ten thousand years, or even a hundred thousand years! Tormenting his mind, driving him into madness!
Situ Junrui suddenly stood up, covering Shen Yi’s body entirely with his palm.
At the same time, the surrounding chants intensified, thunderous as they rang in the ears, unceasing!
Situ Junrui stared intently at the handsome face of the young man, quickly catching a trace of irritation, and a surge of delight finally emerged in his heart. In his own Dao Imperial Palace, playing the opponent to death was as easy as flipping his hand!
However, before his joy lasted for three breaths, he was again frozen in place.
For from the moment that irritation appeared, there was no further change. It seemed that neither ten thousand nor a hundred thousand years could provoke more than this level of emotional perturbation in him.
Shen Yi slowly opened his eyes, displaying minimal increase in bleakness.
He walked back toward the cushion.
Facing this incomprehensible scene.
Situ Junrui instinctively backed away a few steps, then accidentally fell to the ground. How could anyone ignore his Daoist Technique, even a true Heaven Realm cultivator, once struck by the spell, could absolutely not remain so indifferent.
In that shrieking voice, Shen Yi came before this Sub-sect Master for the second time.
He slightly leaned in, grasping the blurry phantom’s neck: "Annoying to death."
Situ Junrui was abruptly lifted up, and then his whole body fiercely collided with a large column inside the hall.
Shen Yi glanced at the cushion beneath his feet, feeling unsuited, and carelessly waved his sleeve.
The cushion instantly manifested into a throne.
Shen Yi flicked his robe and leaned back into it, resting one hand under his chin, slightly lifting his eyes as he said: "I said, annoying to death."
In an instant, a trace of crimson rapidly swept from between the throne, spilling out of the hall, turning the entire dazzling golden River and Mountains Scroll into a vivid red.
In the grand palace, nine ferocious figures vaguely appeared.
Jiao Dragons raised their heads, Mountain Lords stepped.
The savage roars exploded like thunder, under these terrifying noises of fierce beasts, the continuous chanting was abruptly suppressed, until it fell silent and dead.
Situ Junrui, as if glimpsing something capable of shattering his mind and soul, stared fixedly at the young man on the throne. Soon after, a Jiao Dragon fiercely entwined him around the large column.
"My... my Dao Imperial Palace..."
Unbeknownst when, the original gilded hall had turned into a sight full of monstrous energy, fierce and indescribable, as though constructed of piled-up bones.
Shen Yi casually swept his gaze across, calmly stating: "It’s my Dao Imperial Palace."
Behind him, the remaining eight Great Demons slowly revealed their ferociousness, causing Situ Junrui to nearly faint.