Chapter 66: Yuan Infant Appears, Purple Moon Ark

  After Luo Ningxue left, Zhang Heng continued to watch the competition on stage. The subsequent matches were extremely exciting, and every cultivator who came on stage had very strong abilities, with frequent appearances of cultivators who had achieved the Great Circle of Refining Qi.

  Although in Zhang Heng's eyes, the strength shown by these monks was not enough to pose a threat to him, he would not underestimate them because of this.

  Who knows if they are showing their full strength at this moment, in such a perilous world of cultivation, which cultivator does not want to keep an ace up their sleeve for themselves?

  Just as Zhang Heng was fully focused on watching the battle from the platform, the wildly surging clouds in the distance finally caught the attention of many cultivators on Tianling Peak.

  "What's going on over there?"

  "Could it be that some powerful demon beast is preparing to attack Fang Yunshan?"

  "Perhaps it's some kind of advanced magic anomaly."

  Zhang Heng's attention was also drawn over, and he subconsciously gazed out at the distant sky.

  All that can be seen is the distant sky surging with a fierce storm, a large area of clouds being pushed by strong winds, constantly rolling like waves.

  Under this scene, the fire day on the horizon also temporarily bid farewell to Fangyun Mountain and hid behind layers of dark clouds.

  The sky and earth suddenly turned dark.

  Wu Ling also came to Zhang Heng's side, gazing at the distant phenomenon, and said in a low voice: "Have people from Du Tian Fort arrived?"

  Dutian Fort? Zhang Heng felt a surge of doubt in his heart. Why did the people from Dutian Fort come here and create such an anomaly? And how did Wu Ling come to such a conclusion?

  As time passed, a black dot appeared in the distant sky. In the eyes of the cultivators, the volume of this black dot was constantly expanding, as if it had no end, constantly challenging the limits of the cultivators.

  From the initial black dot, to the subsequent stone size, and then to the house size...

  "How big it is!" exclaimed a monk of Fangyun Mountain.

  Zhang Heng also looked at the massive object floating towards him with a hint of surprise.

  He cast a spiritual eye technique on himself and saw the shape of this massive creature more clearly.

  In the distance, there was an ark, an ark that could compare to a giant, carrying with it raging storms, stirring up the surrounding clouds, making the spiritual energy between heaven and earth turbulent.

  This massive ark is forty or fifty zhang long and twenty or so zhang wide, with a deep purple color overall, and the hull also has a flowing purple glow.

  At the top of this ark, a huge flag was inserted, on which the three big characters "Dutianbao" were displayed in a magnificent manner, very eye-catching.

  "This is the 'Purple Moon Ark' of the Du Tian Fort, a large-scale manned flight treasure." Wu Ling stood beside Zhang Heng, explaining to him with a hint of nostalgia in his tone.

  "The Purple Moon Ark" quickly flew to the side of Tianling Peak, its massive shadow like a small floating castle.

  In its presence, all the monks in the field had an illusion of ants facing prehistoric giant beasts.

  Zhang Heng was also secretly estimating that such a massive ark could carry how many people?

  Finally, when flying over the top of Tianling Peak, the "Purple Moon Ark" stopped, and its shadow covered a large area on the mountain top.

  Hiss! Hiss! Hiss!

  Dozens of cultivators flew out from the interior of "Zi Yue Fang Zhou", each controlling at least a mid-grade spiritual artifact, their bodies emitting sharp auras. In no time, they formed a neat formation in the air.

  It was indeed the people of Dutiange Fort. As soon as Zhang Heng saw the neat formation of these monks, he thought of the last time he killed "Luoshan Eight Evils" and encountered a pair of Dutiange Fort patrol troops.

  Carefully watching the queue of dozens of people, Zhang Heng soon discovered the white-clothed young man Du Peng he had met last time.

  Du Peng stood at the front of the formation, still with a cold expression, wearing defensive spiritual equipment and stepping on high-quality spiritual equipment, staring straight ahead without looking around.

  Just as the dozens of lone heaven fort monks stood in formation, the purple moon ark in the sky hummed slightly, and a purple glow flashed on its surface.

  The divine light in Wu Ling's eyes converged into a single point, his eyes staring unwaveringly at the purple moon ark in the sky.

  "Hahaha..." A handsome middle-aged man in purple clothes floated out of the Purple Moon Ark.

  He stretched out his hand and beckoned, the gigantic purple moon ark in the sky was shrinking at a speed visible to the naked eye.

  In the blink of an eye, the originally enormous Violet Moon Ark was reduced to the size of a palm and then stored into a storage bag by the purple-robed middle-aged man.

  The monks present couldn't help but take a cold breath, the purple-robed man's display of divine power was truly terrifying. It seemed that this massive Purple Moon Ark was also controlled by him.

  After doing all this, the cold and stern eyes of the purple-robed middle-aged man swept across the many low-ranking cultivators at his feet, his gaze as if looking at ants.

  With his gaze, an extremely strong pressure descended upon the entire Tianling Peak, and the surrounding air seemed to solidify in that instant.

  All sounds have ceased!

  Plop! Plop! Plop...

  Under this spiritual pressure that seemed like heavenly wrath, a large number of cultivators from the three sects of Fangyun Mountain involuntarily knelt down to the ground.

  Zhang Heng was also facing a kind of substantial pressure at this moment, as if an invisible force was forcing him to surrender.

  His knees began to bend slightly, and sweat beads the size of soybeans fell from his forehead. Zhang Heng gritted his teeth, bearing what felt like a massive boulder weighing on him.

  The Lianyuan spiritual energy in the body began to flow restlessly, and the void flame above the sea of consciousness also trembled slightly, emitting a fearless courage.

  He absolutely cannot admit defeat! A fighting spirit gradually rose up from Zhang Heng's body, his figure slightly straightening, steadily standing on the ground.

  In the end, Zhang Heng still managed to steady himself under the pressure of this spiritual force.

  Before long, that terrifying and oppressive horror also vanished into thin air, the purple-robed middle-aged man in the sky disappeared without a trace, but the many cultivators on the mountain top seemed to have passed through an extremely long period of time.

  Everyone present let out a sigh of relief, and Zhang Heng also felt his whole body weaken, his gaze involuntarily sweeping around him.

  He was startled at this sight.

  Fang Yunshan's several thousand disciples were mostly lying on the ground at this moment, with less than a dozen still able to barely stand.

  Wu Ling's mouth corner had a faint cold smile, seeing Zhang Heng could also persist under this spiritual pressure, nodded in approval.

  Those who can hold on are absolutely the best among their peers. Zhang Heng carefully looked at these people who could still barely stand and remembered each of their names.

  Among them, many were people he knew, including Yuwen Lin, Li Hong, Zhao Rui, Luo Ningxue, Li Fengzi, Ling Feiyang, Wang Yuan and so on.

  The most unexpected person among them was Wang Yuan!

  A cultivator in the middle of the Qi Refining stage who can withstand this kind of pressure is definitely not simple.

  Zhang Heng was unaware that his own cultivation, on the surface, was only in the early stages of refining Qi. The fact that he could persist made it even more unimaginable; in the eyes of others, he was simply a monster.

  "Who was that person just now?" Zhang Heng asked softly beside Wu Ling.

  Wu Ling secretly gave Zhang Heng a look, then pretended to be unaware and stood aside.

  Zhang Heng immediately understood that the purple-robed middle-aged man was definitely a formidable figure, and it was possible that every move he and his companions made was under the other's surveillance.

  Above the sky, beside the cloud treasure, a person suddenly appeared. It was the middle-aged man in purple clothes who had just come out of the Purple Moon Ark.

  A dozen or so people hiding in the sky didn't dare to breathe, staring at the purple-robed middle-aged man in front of them. Even the normally arrogant Nan Ming could only stand on the cloud-shaped magic treasure, not daring to speak much.

  "Is this senior a monk from Dutiange?" Sun Lin's look of terror quickly disappeared, replaced by a respectful smile.

  A middle-aged man with a purple robe, as cold as a thousand-year-old ice, glanced at everyone present, and said in a strong tone: "I am Jiang Yushi, the ancestor of the Poison Magic Sect!"

  Poison Demon Sect!! The expressions of the people present changed slightly.

  "It turned out to be Jiang Yushi, the so-called extremely poisonous demon, a Yuan Ying initial stage cultivator, haha." The speaker was Nan Ming, who had been silent for a long time, with a hint of disdain in his tone.

  "What kind of person are you, daring to be rude in front of me?" Wuji Duomeng's icy gaze was like a venomous snake, staring at Nanming on the cloud-dwelling treasure.

  "When did the Poison Demon Sect's influence extend into the territory of the Azure Snow and Fragrant Cloud Sect?"

  Nan Ming let out a cold hum, the killing intent in his eyes flashed by, and he stared straight at the Yuan Ying period cultivator without giving an inch.