"This is not the Celestial Gate, this is true spells and divine techniques. Once the Mystic Sect is broken, divine techniques will open naturally."
The elder of Celestial Sword White Cloud Peak trembled all over, tears filled his eyes, and he was extremely excited.
"Thirty years ago, I predicted that there were realms beyond the Celestial Gate! Qin Wenwu couldn’t argue with me, he injured me and stole my Daoist Scripture, threatening to burn it, and even claimed that I was spreading wicked lies, and that my cultivation failure was my own fault!
Now, do you still have anything to say?
Qin Wenwu, you are nothing but a despicable person. You were clearly greedy for my Daoist Scripture! Your retribution today is your just deserts!"
The elder in white spoke each word like a curse, his voice filled with blood and tears, extremely agitated.
Thirty years ago, heroes from all sides gathered.
People from various factions engaged in heated discussions, validating theories, exchanging ideas, and promoting each other.
During that grand meeting, his theory shone brightly due to its bold assumptions and meticulous verification. A theory about realms beyond the Celestial Gate convinced many.
However, at that moment, Qin Wenwu entered, declared his identity, causing a commotion among the crowd, and then slandered him for spreading wicked lies, snatched his Daoist Scripture, and threatened to burn it.
He fought back but was defeated in one blow.
Since then, his cultivation plummeted, and Celestial Sword White Cloud Peak suffered severe damage, attracting widespread doubt.
All the major families distanced themselves from him, not wanting their disciples to join Celestial Sword White Cloud Peak.
But now, Qin Wenwu shamelessly practiced his stolen theory for thirty years. Without Lin Beichen’s appearance, how could his grievance be revealed?
The elder in white became more agitated as he spoke, causing the people on the surrounding boats to look on in shock.
"I remember this person. Thirty years ago, he was one of the most promising figures likely to cross the Death Gate. To think that back then, it was Qin Wenwu who framed him."
"Qin Wenwu, the top figure of the Death Gate Realm and a grandmaster, coveted someone else’s Daoist Scripture, harmed people, and tried to monopolize it alone. He is truly despicable."
"This scoundrel has lived for over a thousand years, being an extreme egoist. Do you think he’s only harmed one person in a thousand years? Behind his achievements are probably countless innocent victims who died with their eyes open."
The boats echoed with the crowd’s curses.
Though Qin Wenwu was powerful, he was no longer invincible. What was there to fear?
On another boat.
Ming Zhengyi silently listened to the discussions around him for a long time before sighing slowly.
"This Lin Beichen is so remarkable. At a young age, he has already crossed both the Death Gate and Celestial Gate, and now it seems he has probably stepped into the Mystic Sect as well."
Ming Zhengyi said slowly.
Gui Tu Sheng remained silent, but his hand, clutching the tiger’s head, tightened slightly.
The striped tiger beneath him trembled continuously, both fearing Gui Tu Sheng and being startled by Lin Beichen holding the Grass and Wood Sword.
The over three-meter-long tiger, the king of beasts, curled up desperately, wailing in fear.
The Grass and Wood Sword hovering in mid-air was nothing special to Lin Beichen, but to others, it was no less than the Heaven and Earth Holy Sword!
The people on the boats showed longing on their faces, wishing they could take his place.
The Celestial Gate and the Mystic Sect beyond it.
A new era had arrived, but did they still have a chance?
Wei Qingqing pulled Yan Zhenyue to the boat’s bow, chatting away.
Zhou Ya stared blankly at the figure in the air, a thought entangled in her mind.
Could it be Lin Beichen?
Above the Jiangnan Water Village, a cold light flashed on Qin Wenwu’s body, and he felt unprecedentedly tense.
He stared dead at the Grass and Wood Giant Sword in Lin Beichen’s hand, utterly shocked.
In a life-threatening moment, he broke through Tier Five, enabling him to grasp the essence of Spiritual Qi.
However, the more he understood the truth of the Era of Spiritual Qi, the more despair he felt.
There was always a veil between him and Spiritual Qi. No matter how much his cultivation grew, this barrier remained insurmountable.
Yet in Lin Beichen, he sensed an unparalleled naturalness.
For Lin Beichen, absorbing Spiritual Qi seemed as effortless as breathing.
The Power of Ice in his hand took form but lacked substance, mostly water vapor condensed into ice by him.
However, the Grass and Wood Giant Sword in Lin Beichen’s hand was entirely composed of mysterious Spiritual Qi, capable of slicing through the water village with one swing.
"I once thought I was ahead of everyone. Except for that man a hundred years ago, no one could rival me."
Qin Wenwu said slowly.
"I was deeply disappointed in Dragon Country, so I swore to leave and never return. Little did I expect that in just thirty years, another would appear, pushing open the Celestial Gate and stepping into the Mystic Sect."
He looked at Lin Beichen with a complicated expression. Despite his short words, his face was already heavily contorted.
No matter what he said, Lin Beichen remained extremely calm, merely controlling a stream of water before him.
The Grass and Wood Giant Sword required the nurturing power of water.
The over ten-meter-long giant sword swayed gently, instantly splitting the lake water tens of meters deep.
Before the sword’s light even touched the water, the stream had already automatically parted.
On the lake’s surface, it was exceptionally calm, as if after the sword had cut the water, not a trace of energy had leaked out.
Within the giant sword lay terrifying power.
Even if Qin Wenwu had grasped the truth of the Era of Spiritual Qi and controlled Spiritual Qi to defend himself, he would still be slain with a single stroke.
The surrounding crowd was frightened by the sword’s momentum, staring at Lin Beichen in terror. Could Qin Wenwu really withstand this strike?
Would they witness the fall of the foremost figure of the Death Gate Realm?
On a high tower in the center of the island, Charlie Chan stared hard at Lin Beichen. The Powerful Qi around him howled, the ground shattered, and his feet sank into the ground.