Cultivation: I Have Studied Abroad in the Modern World

The sky was divided into two distinctly separated halves.

On one side was the Great Freedom Demon Emperor leading millions of the Demon Race, with endless Demon Qi gathering together, attracting columns of smoky clouds, exuding a chilling splendor.

On the other side was the golden light cast by the Sun and Moon Clock, resembling small golden suns, accompanied by the sound of the clock, calming the flowing clouds, fierce winds, and human hearts.

Everyone's attention was captivated by this opposition.

At this moment, even the elder with the Haori Mountain Dao Fruit seemed to become a spectator, standing aside as if uninvolved.

His eyes shifted twice between the Great Freedom Demon Emperor, appearing to evaluate something, a hint of apprehension in his expression.

Then he turned his head again, looking at the Sun and Moon Clock, a cluster of golden flames burning in his gaze, his eyes seemingly capable of penetrating the barrier of the Jiushan Realm to see Zheng Fa and others.

After a while, the elder's hoarse voice sounded: "Zheng Fa, still a Golden Core?"

Mingde Master and others were taken aback; this was something everyone already knew, so why ask again?

But the next moment, the elder's words made them suddenly realize:

"A Golden Core facing a Dao Fruit cultivator..." The voice of this Haori Mountain Dao Fruit elder grew increasingly low, repeating the sentence again.

The crowd finally understood his meaning. Zheng Fa had created many miracles all along, and until now, they hadn't realized the vast difference in cultivation between the parties in this battle.

"The Master Tianhe, said to be the best Golden Core ever? Did he have such achievements?"

He suddenly turned to ask Mingde Master, knowing the Supreme Dao had the oldest heritage and the most records, and they knew many things most clearly.

Even his question suggested that his memory did not recall Tianhe Venerable having such achievements!

Mingde Master directly shook his head.

"Is there any other who achieved this in the Golden Core Stage?"

"No."

After three questions, Mingde Master looked at Zheng Fa with a different gaze—certain things, without being articulated, he hadn't realized what Zheng Fa was doing.

Once made clear, a single thought filled his heart:

Regardless of victory or defeat, merely standing there, able to make the Great Freedom Demon Emperor establish such an imposing formation, already proved Zheng Fa's weight as a Golden Core cultivator and demonstrated Jiushan Sect's success!

Unprecedented!

A feeling of cherishing talent surged in his heart, and he recalled Zheng Fa had saved members of the Five Sects more than once. He bowed to the elder and implored: "Luo Shangxian, though Zheng Fa is strong, he still might have a gap with the Great Freedom Demon Emperor. Please, Luo Shangxian, look upon the shared belonging to the Immortal Sect and past friendship, and lend aid."

Haori Mountain Luo Shangxian's expression did not change; he seemed not to hear, his gaze towards the Jiushan Realm was filled with profound implication, as if anticipating something.

Mingde Master could not fathom what he was thinking, but Shi Nandang, behind him, understood the intentions of his own Supreme:

He acted as a spectator partly because the Great Freedom Demon Emperor had already shown a desperate stance, which made him apprehensive.

Another aspect, possibly the most important, was their doubt regarding Zheng Fa—

The sudden devastation of Haori Tree had dealt a significant blow to Haori Mountain.

Even they had some conjecture about this phenomenon—a Fusang Wood emerging!

Some Heaven and Earth Spiritual Roots are extraordinarily domineering, even making it impossible for slightly related offspring veins to survive.

Due to this speculation, it's hard to say whom the Supreme wants to aid.

If truly confronting a Fusang Wood, perhaps...

...

Zheng Fa and Great Freedom Demon Emperor only had each other's aura in their eyes.

At this point, there was no remaining space for maneuver between the two, not even a shred of verbal confrontation.

The first to act was the Great Freedom Demon Emperor, whose cultivation was higher and whom everyone perceived as stronger—he glanced at Zheng Fa.

It was but a glance.

Yet this glance pierced through the thousand-mile void, traversing the barriers of Jiushan Realm, penetrating Zheng Fa's physical shell, directly bombarding his Divine Soul.

The Great Freedom Demon Emperor's peculiar purple-gold pupils suddenly appeared in Zheng Fa's sea of consciousness, pulling him into countless memories:

The delusion of wanting to revive his father at his passing.

The desire to eat the labor ox under the scorching sun in the fields.

The small wish to establish himself upon first arriving in the modern times.

...

Scenes realistically immersive, like muddled dreams, made him stuck in a quagmire, unable to escape.

The memories were real, as were the desires.

Only such genuine desires repeatedly plunged his spirit, even the Yin Yang Jade Pendant in his sea of consciousness showed no response...

The rustle of bamboo leaves sounded in his ears, golden light illuminated his sea of consciousness, enveloping him like a womb, allowing him to immediately regain his clarity.

Zheng Fa lifted his gaze, noticing Zhang holding Pure Bamboo in her hand, looking at him with concern.

He nodded slightly to Zhang and glanced beside him, seeing Xie Qingxue holding the Qingping Sword, a slight hum emitted, her eyes bewildered, as if she had just awoken.

At present, only the three of them remained on the Heavenly Palace Nine Islands.

"Fairy Xie, are you alright?"

"I'm fine..." Xie Qingxue shook her head, saying, "His glance was aimed at you; I was merely collateral damage."

After she spoke, she slightly nodded to Zheng Fa, closed her eyes, the light on the Qingping Sword shimmering.

Outside the Jiushan Realm, the mortals who had been fleeing suddenly stopped in their tracks, and on the ground, they cried bitterly, raged, shouted in joy, and revelled.

Though the glance mostly fell upon Zheng Fa's Divine Soul, a trace of aftershock sent these people sinking into a sea of desires, unable to extricate themselves.

But the Great Freedom Demon Emperor's glance was certainly not just to greet Zheng Fa; his offensive, like the continuous waves beneath his feet!

The Ten Thousand Demon Banner grew in the wind, the myriad demon beast motifs upon it all raised their heads to the sky, seemingly in rage.