Does anyone actually Believes That My Master Is A Mortal?

On Divinity Continent, a road leading to Nan State.

Chi Jia stood in place, staring blankly, looking up at the sky.

That was the direction his respected master had left in.

Beside him, Jiang Yue occasionally glanced at the sky, and then at Chi Jia.

Her heart was even more shocked than Chi Jia's.

Sect Master of the Daoless Sect!!!

The Chi Jia she knew was one of the disciples of the Daoless Sect!!

It was said that the Sect Master of the Daoless Sect was a living immortal.

Did that mean she had just seen an immortal?!

Immortal...

These were the legendary immortals.

This was a true legend.

While the Daoless Sect was called a legend, one could still glimpse its disciples' silhouettes, as they were indeed walking the mortal realm.

But immortals were truly the stuff of legends.

A living immortal.

She had the fortune to meet one!

It had to be said that Chu Yuan's image also fitted well with the image of an immortal she had in her mind.

His entire body shimmered with golden light, every move he made was with the momentum of heaven and earth; merely standing there, he exuded an invisible oppressive force, unlike any mortal.

"Chi Jia, I never imagined that your background was so significant, being a disciple of the Daoless Sect, and furthermore a disciple of an immortal. Ordinary people would call us the disciples of immortals, but now it seems you are the genuine disciple of immortals,"

Jiang Yue said, looking at Chi Jia with great envy.

"I only found out just now..."

Chi Jia scratched his head.

Jiang Yue was shocked, but he was just as astonished.

"Disciple of immortals, you wouldn't disdain me, a nobody with no background, would you? Surely, you wouldn't sever ties with a small fry like me now that you've become a disciple of immortals, right?"

Jiang Yue suddenly changed her tone, teasing him.

"Stop being sarcastic, will you?"

Chi Jia was used to this person's sarcasm and waved it off with a gesture.

"Let's go, let's return to the Haoran Academy first. My master is probably dealing with the matters in Nan State. With an immortal stepping in, there should be no problem,"

Chi Jia continued.

Jiang Yue naturally had no objections, with a flicker of satisfaction in her eyes.

...

Meanwhile.

On Divinity Continent, in the land of Nan State.

At this very moment, directly above the center of Nan State.

An epic battle was unfolding.

The intensity of the fight had turned everything in all directions to ruins, with sand flying and stones scattering, and fierce winds howling.

Above the sky, the Taiyin Star and Taiyang Star appeared simultaneously, with thousands of stars surrounding them, creating a magnificent Zhou Tian Xingchen formation.

Between the heavens, countless Great Formations laden with infinite lethality were taking shape.

Thousands of Formations, nearly every one strong enough to easily annihilate a being at the Peak of the Tribulation Transcending Stage.

But within the battlefield.

Formations were being broken every second.

Fortunately, new Formations were being formed every second, trapping whatever was inside.

Above the myriad of Formations.

Zhang Han paced through the void, his Yin Yang Confucian Robe fluttering in the wild wind, his hands moving ceaselessly. With every gesture of his hands, ancient runes flew from his heart.

Each rune would form a Great Formation and cover the area below.

Zhang Han seemed buoyant, as if with his power alone, he was suppressing countless foes below.

But to the discerning eye, it was clear.

Zhang Han's breathing was erratic.

His complexion was also somewhat pale.

It wasn't because of excessive consumption of energy, but because he was injured!

Someone had injured Zhang Han!

Whew whew...

Zhang Han panted heavily, his eyes staring intently at the countless Great Formations below, unable to comprehend.

Why did these foreign invaders know the flaws in his formations?

Zhang Han had intended to trap these people with his numerous formations.

But unexpectedly, they could see through his formations.

No matter how many formations he had, they could easily find the flaws and break the formations.

In an unexpected turn of events, Zhang Han was caught off guard, allowing these people to escape and was struck once.

It was that single strike that injured him directly.

The injured Zhang Han had no choice but to continuously use formations to fill the gaps and trap these people.

As long as he could deploy formations quickly enough and in large numbers, he could keep them trapped.

He just needed to wait for his senior brother and the others to arrive, and the battle would be won.

He just couldn't understand what these people were capable of to continuously see through the flaws in his formations.

While deploying formations, Zhang Han observed the people below.

Elder Destiny and the others within the countless formations, of course, noticed Zhang Han's gaze.

"Junior, your formations are indeed remarkable, but you cannot trap us!"

Elder Destiny said with a faint smile.

His eyes glittered with golden light.

With each glance, he could easily break through a formation.

Did they really think the word 'Destiny' in Elder Destiny's name was a joke?

"True, I can't trap you, but all I need is to hold you off, and that's enough. Don't forget what's behind me! This isn't your place, it's ours!"

Zhang Han's expression was icy, no longer as gentle as before.

"Hold us off? Do you think you can?" Elder Destiny said. "I excel at divining heavenly secrets. No matter how remarkable your formations are, they cannot escape the predictions of destiny. Under the heavenly secrets, there will always be flaws to find."

Elder Destiny, with his hands clasped behind his back, effortlessly shattered one terrifyingly large formation after another.

"Destiny? You think I'd believe that?"

Zhang Han snorted dismissively.

Upon hearing this,

Elder Destiny was not angered, but raised a hand toward Zhang Han, slowly speaking.

"Don't believe? Then let me divine for you. Your surname is Zhang, with the given name Han, which originated because on the day you were born, snow fell from the sky, and a chilly wind howled, hence your father named you Zhang Han..."

"From a young age, you showed extraordinary talent for formations, possessing an unusual gift—truly a prodigy. Later on, due to jealousy from the heavens, your talent was destroyed. According to your life's destiny, you spent all your luck in the first half of your life, and the second half of your life was destined to be a waste, experiencing the suffering of the mortal world..."

"So you should now be a talentless waste..."

"A waste???"

Halfway through speaking, Elder Destiny's eyes suddenly widened.

According to his calculations, Zhang Han was supposed to be a waste.

But who was the person who laid down countless formations single-handedly to stop all of them? Who would call him a waste?

"No! There must be something wrong!"

Elder Destiny calculated intensely, fingers moving rapidly as he closed his eyes, focusing on his divination.

The more he divined, the graver his expression became.

After a moment,

he suddenly opened his eyes.

"How did you grow up?!"

"Why does destiny hinder me from divining your past?!"

Elder Destiny couldn't believe it.

To have reached the stage he was at today, there was nothing he couldn't divine.

But in recent years,

first, there were ancient monsters whose pasts he couldn't divine, and now there was a young man whose growth he couldn't foresee...