Chapter 137: Riding the Wind Above Ten Thousand Immortals

Li Fan wondered if it was the backlash from the "Formless Killing Intent" because his realm was too far superior. He pondered for a moment and then re-examined the scene he had just witnessed.

In the pitch-black world, two storms collided. A faint blue light illuminated the surroundings, and Li Fan vaguely saw a small black sword constantly weaving through the storm. Its murderous aura was astonishing, its speed incredibly fast, leaving trails of blue and green light. Amidst the vast expanse of sky and water, raging, destructive energy annihilated everything; even the pervasive spiritual energy was swept away. Only pure wind remained.

The two storms slowly merged, converging into one. Surprisingly, the smaller one, like a snake swallowing an elephant, became dominant.

After an unknown period, the merging was finally complete. The moment this new wind disaster took shape, the world seemed to fall silent. A colossal, magnified phantom of black sword intent stood towering between heaven and earth. Green wind blew from the sword's tip into its body. Blue water flowed from the hilt into the sword's body. As the three colors—green, blue, and black—intermingled, the sword's body slowly solidified.

Once the sword intent phantom fully manifested, only Zhang Haobo's enraged roar echoed through the sky. "Slay!" Then the scene went black, and the information transmission ceased.

Li Fan replayed the scene several times. Finally, seeing him lost in thought for a long time, Zhang Zhiliang asked if he needed to rest. Only then did he stop.

"The way of heaven and earth is to refine the Golden Core." Although he had sustained a minor injury, and he still didn't know how Zhang Haobo achieved the Golden Core, witnessing the Golden Core Dao formation for the first time filled Li Fan with uncontrollable excitement and joy. The path of cultivation was veiled in thick mist. Now, with the help of a prodigy, another unknown section had been illuminated.

After a long while, the elation slowly subsided. Li Fan calmed down again and resumed studying formation arrays.

Beside him, Zhang Zhiliang, who had witnessed Li Fan's entire process—studious effort, injury, elation, and renewed diligent study—couldn't help but show a gratified expression.

"Although this child's talent for formations is indeed a bit lacking, his diligence and temperament are very much to my liking. I just wonder how long he can persevere. Hopefully, he won't give up halfway, like those before him."

While Li Fan was diligently studying formations on Myriad Immortals Island, he was unaware that a gigantic tornado was rapidly approaching the island.

This unusual sight naturally attracted the attention of the cultivators on Myriad Immortals Island. Confident in the protection of the Grand Myriad Immortals Array, they believed that even if the tornado were twice as powerful, it wouldn't have any substantial effect on the island. However, this particular tornado, never before seen in the Cloud Sea, was undeniably terrifying in its might. Furthermore, its target was extremely clear: it was heading directly for Myriad Immortals Island. This couldn't help but cause the cultivators of the island to make some unwarranted associations.

Regarding the wind disasters raging through the Cloud Sea, there was an unwritten rule among the cultivators of Myriad Immortals Island. They were only to provide protection and generally not actively disperse them. This was said to be an order from the Spirit Transformation Immortal Lord of Myriad Immortals Island. Although the cultivators didn't know why, they could only comply. After all, while these wind disasters were grand in scale, their destructive power seemed extremely limited. They only had some impact on the mortals living on the island. Even cultivators in the Qi Refinement stage were not known to have died in these wind disasters. Therefore, cultivators generally didn't pay much attention to them.

But this time, the situation was different. This wind disaster was heading straight for Myriad Immortals Island—what were they to do? It was well known that since Myriad Immortals Island was built, there had never been a wind disaster that attacked it.

For a time, the cultivators on the island were abuzz with discussions. Yet, for some unknown reason, the official Myriad Immortals Alliance remained strangely silent, delaying any decision.

Thus, the cultivators of Myriad Immortals Island watched helplessly as the colossal blue tornado, seemingly piercing through heaven and earth, drew ever closer.

It didn't seem as imposing from a distance, but as the tornado gradually approached, the cultivators grew increasingly horrified. Countless gallons of seawater were sucked into the sky by the tornado. Wherever the tornado passed, the sea emptied. Even the mud and rocks from the seabed were swept up and soared into the sky.

Under this immense wind force, the ground of Myriad Immortals Island actually trembled slightly. From the statue of the High-Crowned Elder, the Immortal Venerable of Transmitting Dao, a brilliant light burst forth. The Grand Myriad Immortals Array had already automatically activated its defenses.

"Which fellow Daoist visits Myriad Immortals Island? Please reveal yourself!" As the blue-green tornado drew closer, the Spirit Transformation Immortal Lord of Myriad Immortals Island finally appeared.

Continuous mountain peaks, rising one after another, blocked the path of the tornado. Although the green wind was powerful, it seemed somewhat insufficient against these towering, continuous mountain ranges. Yet, the tornado showed no intention of changing course. It didn't respond but instead crashed directly into them!

The tornado and the mountain peaks collided. A tremendous sound immediately reverberated through heaven and earth. A continuous roar instantly filled the ears of the watching cultivators, whose expressions all changed. They watched in shock at the point where wind and mountains clashed. The wind, sharp as blades, sent rocks scattering, instantly shearing off many mountaintops. A cold snort rang out, and the mountain peaks immediately returned to their original state. The sky around the blue tornado suddenly darkened. Then, one mountain peak after another appeared in an unending succession, encircling the blue tornado in the center.

Just then, a hearty laugh emanated from within the tornado: "Zhang Haobo of the Cloud Sea greets the Spirit Transformation Immortal Lord!" The voice carried from afar, spreading across the entire Myriad Immortals Island in moments. Among the cultivators witnessing this scene, some looked bewildered. Others were wide-eyed with disbelief. Through word of mouth, soon, every cultivator on the island knew who Zhang Haobo was.

A few years ago, he tested his sword against puppets while in the Qi Refinement stage. Not long ago, as a Foundation Establishment cultivator, he cleaved the green wind with his sword. How was it possible that now he could control such a terrifying storm and pressure Myriad Immortals Island? Judging by its might, although not comparable to the Spirit Transformation stage, it was certainly above the Nascent Soul stage! How did he do it? Myriad Immortals Island erupted in an uproar. The clamor of discussions filled the air.

However, after the initial shock subsided, many astute cultivators discerned the truth. "This Zhang Haobo's own strength might not be that great! He is borrowing power!" "Indeed, in my opinion, this person is at most a Golden Core cultivator. It's just that his comprehension of the laws of wind is astonishing, allowing him to wield such a formidable storm!" "His action is akin to 'four ounces moving a thousand pounds.' To stir the might of heaven and earth with his own meager power is absolutely impossible for an ordinary Golden Core cultivator. How long has he been cultivating? This person's talent is truly awe-inspiring!"

The unseen Spirit Transformation Immortal Lord also fell silent for a moment. "Why have you come here this time?" After a short pause, he spoke again.

From within the blue-green tornado, Zhang Haobo slowly revealed himself. He looked into the void ahead and smiled slightly: "Forgive my intrusion, Senior, I wish to meet with you to discuss a matter of great importance!"