simultaneous crossing in many anime worlds

Once my divine power is perfected, I'll deal with you then. For now, you may be arrogant!"

After cultivating for a while, Tianshan Child Granny still felt uneasy, and uttering a few harsh words seemed more like she was trying to give herself some courage.

After half an hour of meditation, Tianshan Child Granny once again circulated her internal energy.

The palace where she was in seclusion suddenly trembled.

Tianshan Child Granny abruptly opened her eyes.

Rumble~~~

Outside, it was as if some terrifying existence was bombarding the entire palace!

No!

It was bombarding the entire Piao Miao Peak!

Tianshan Child Granny paled in shock, ignoring the danger of qi deviation, she interrupted her cultivation again and hurriedly walked out of the palace.

A young scholar was pounding on the mountain gate of Lingjiu Palace with his sandbag-sized fists.

Since it was to avenge the destruction of a sect, there was no reason not to demolish this broken mountain gate.

Not just Lingjiu Palace, all the sects Chu Yang had disbanded along the way received the same treatment.

First, demolish the mountain gate, then kill the sect leader.

Seeing this, Tianshan Child Granny's scalp tingled!

She could guess who the scholar in front of her was with her toes…

So many people couldn't stop him?

Just as Tianshan Child Granny was utterly terrified, Chu Yang suddenly looked up, his gaze sweeping towards her.

The two looked at each other.

Chu Yang grinned.

Tianshan Child Granny's heart suddenly constricted, as if someone had squeezed it hard with their hand.

She used her Qinggong to turn and flee, but her body was controlled by a powerful suction in mid-air, and the surrounding scenery was rapidly spinning.

The next moment, Tianshan Child Granny's neck tightened, as if it was clamped by a vice.

"You are also a pitiful person. For the sake of an ethereal love, you became like this. As you are about to die, I will tell you the truth: your Senior Brother Wuya Zi's favorite person in this life was not you, nor Li Qiushui, but your Junior Sister."

Tianshan Child Granny's body stiffened upon hearing this, then she suddenly turned her head, but her neck was clutched by Chu Yang, and as she turned, she twisted her own neck.

Even so, Tianshan Child Granny still stared fixedly at Chu Yang.

"What you said… is it true?"

Tianshan Child Granny's eyes were wide with fury, holding onto her last breath, wanting a definitive answer.

"It's true."

Chu Yang nodded.

"Hehehe~~~ Hahahaha~~~"

Tianshan Child Granny let out a strange laugh, her eyes growing dimmer.

Chu Yang placed her remains under the mountain gate, then shattered the mountain gate with a single palm, burying her remains along with it in front of Lingjiu Palace.

After doing this, Chu Yang entered the magnificent Lingjiu Palace and wandered around.

Walking into the garden, Chu Yang's Observation Haki swept across, and he found the mechanism. After triggering it, the rockery in the garden slowly moved, revealing an opening.

Following the opening, Chu Yang entered the underground passage. The passage was winding and spiraled downwards. Clearly, there was a huge cavity inside the Piao Miao Peak mountain.

After an unknown amount of time, the scenery suddenly opened up.

A spacious grotto came into view.

The stone walls on both sides were polished smooth like mirrors, with many drawings and texts engraved on them. The complex lines were cultivation routes, and many parts were missing.

Nearly a thousand drawings made people dizzy.

Some of them were the Xiaoyao Sect's ultimate skills left by Tianshan Child Granny, but more were from the original owner of this place.

Lingjiu Palace on Tianshan was originally an ancient ruin discovered inadvertently by Xiaoyao Zi, the founder of the Xiaoyao Sect, a mysterious sect from several centuries ago. The Xiaoyao Sect was merely a latecomer who had usurped the place.

The mysterious martial arts on the stone walls were far more exquisite than the Nine Yin Manual. In Chu Yang's opinion, they could even be considered divine secret techniques.

Ordinary people would lose their minds and suffer splitting headaches if they looked at them for too long, a sign of brain overload.

Chu Yang had no such concerns; after just a moment of observation, he memorized all the drawings.

Sitting cross-legged, he closed his eyes and began to deduce. After a while, Chu Yang showed a surprised expression.

The martial arts left by the mysterious sect had extremely high reference value, no less than Zhang Sanfeng's Tai Chi Fist intent, possessing a natural "Dao rhyme."

"Perhaps the young Xiaoyao Zi referenced the cultivation methods here to create so many wondrous martial arts of the Xiaoyao Sect."

Chu Yang looked at the murals that had been corroded by the passage of time, feeling a sense of regret.

If they were complete, he would now possess a complete cultivation method.

After leaving the grotto, Chu Yang did not destroy the entrance and chose to leave directly.

One generation plants trees, the next enjoys the shade. Chu Yang had no interest in planting trees, nor did he have any interest in pulling them out, leaving no shade for future generations.

Flying from Piao Miao Peak to the foot of the mountain took but a blink of an eye. Mei, Lan, Zhu, Ju, and Old Man Wu and the others had not yet woken up.

Xiao Hongma (Little Red Horse) snorted and pulled the carriage, disappearing into the night.

Not long after, news of Lingjiu Palace's destruction spread throughout the martial arts world. The various sects immediately fell into a state of extreme alarm, and their disciples were in constant fear.

Under immense pressure, the martial arts worlds of the Southern Song and Northern Song decided to work together and hold a martial arts conference, inviting the legendary "Mr. Chu" to negotiate from a position of peace talks.

109. Chapter 109: The Number One Arch-Fiend [Ten Thousand Words for Reading]

109.

Shaolin Temple, Northern Song.

The gathering of the Shaolin Temples of Great Ming, Southern Song, and Northern Song was truly a rare sight in the martial arts world for several centuries.

People habitually referred to the Great Ming Shaolin as the Shaolin Sect, the Southern Song Shaolin as Southern Shaolin, and the Northern Song Shaolin as Northern Shaolin.

In the past, when the three families met, overt and covert struggles were inevitable, with martial arts and Buddhist dharma chosen to determine superiority.

Unlike now, where there was complete harmony.

Outside of Shaolin, other sects in similar situations also showed an attitude of solidarity.

Chu Yang's appearance had actually brought a rare period of peace to the martial arts world, which had been in turmoil for centuries.

Inside the Great Hero Hall, heroes gathered.

There were nearly a hundred sects participating in the martial arts conference, and the sect leaders had almost filled all the seats. Core elders and true disciples could only stand at the entrance and observe.

Abbot Xuanci, as the host, did not sit in the head seat but yielded it to a Daoist and a martial artist.

The Daoist was Zhang Sanfeng, and the martial artist was Feng Qingyang.

As the only two senior experts who had managed to retreat unscathed from "Mr. Chu," they were the source of everyone's confidence and could be said to be the reliance of the entire martial arts world.

Even being elevated to such a high status, neither of them showed any joy on their faces; instead, they looked quite helpless.

Zhang Sanfeng and Feng Qingyang both knew very well that they were alive only because Chu Yang was not a wanton killer. If it had been a life-or-death battle, they might not have survived.

The reason they came to this so-called martial arts conference was purely because they didn't want to see these fools provoke Chu Yang and cause more slaughter.

Zhang Sanfeng was a monk, and Feng Qingyang was afraid that the Huashan Sect would lose its lineage.

The hall was in an uproar.

The many sect leaders who came to the conference were arguing amongst themselves. It had just begun, and they already had very serious disagreements.

The original intention of holding this martial arts conference was to negotiate with "Mr. Chu," hoping that he would stop the slaughter of the various sects.

Some people, seeing such a large and imposing group, had inappropriate thoughts.

Perhaps…

We should unite and crusade against that rising devil?

Thus, another opinion suddenly emerged within the group, hoping that everyone would confront "Mr. Chu" with a tougher stance.

It perfectly echoed the old saying:

The only lesson people learn from history is that people learn nothing from history.

Those who proposed the idea of a crusade often had no direct interaction with Chu Yang, and their impressions of him were all based on hearsay.

Those who had truly suffered, whose mountain gates were shattered by Chu Yang, and whose sects were disbanded on the spot, were, on the contrary, active proponents of peace talks.

Last time, it was the sect leader who was killed. If it happens again, who knows if he'll really wipe out the whole sect!

Even a Mud Bodhisattva has a three-point temper, let alone a man who acts without restraint and is crowned with the title of "Demon Lord."

Who would dare to bet he still had patience?

Seeing things gradually getting out of control, Abbot Xuanci, as the host, helplessly looked at Zhang Sanfeng, who was sitting in the head seat.

"Zhang Zhenren, what do you think should be done?"

Zhang Sanfeng turned and exchanged glances with Feng Qingyang, who nodded slightly.

Then, Zhang Sanfeng stood up.

The hall suddenly fell silent, not a sound was heard. Everyone's gaze focused on Zhang Sanfeng. Everyone present was a shrewd person; despite their arguments, their attention had always been on the two most powerful individuals.

"Hahaha, everyone, please continue, don't mind this old Daoist!"

Zhang Sanfeng laughed loudly and walked straight out of the hall, completely ignoring the surprised looks of the sect leaders.

Yue Buqun hurriedly walked up to Zhang Sanfeng and stopped the old Daoist, "Zhang Zhenren, where are you going? The conference isn't over yet."

"Hasn't it already been decided? Aren't you all going to crusade against Mr. Chu and bring peace to the world?"

Zhang Sanfeng feigned surprise.