Hearing Nan Zun's words, everyone was slightly stunned, not knowing where he got the courage to confront a peak Nascent Soul realm expert with only early Nascent Soul realm cultivation. Moreover, this True Immortal Yu Jian was no ordinary peak Nascent Soul, but a peak expert who had cultivated a seventh-grade divine ability to great success.
However, the situation on the scene was indeed as Nan Zun said. If True Immortal Yu Jian continued to attack so madly, even if their Wanshan Sect pooled all their resources and the strength of tens of thousands of cultivators, they would not last a day.
"Since fellow Daoist Nan Zun is confident, what's the harm in trying?" True Immortal Dong Ji immediately imparted the attack method of the Wanshan Sect's protective mountain array to Nan Zun. Once Nan Zun mastered it, he let out a loud roar: "Wanshan Sect disciples, obey my command! Gather your spiritual power onto Nan Zun and prepare for a counterattack!"
Hearing True Immortal Dong Ji's words, all the Wanshan Sect disciples who could still stand had looks of determination on their faces, their spiritual power surging out and pouring into Nan Zun ceaselessly.
In an instant, spiritual power flowed like rivers within the Wanshan Sect, all converging on Nan Zun.
Feeling the continuous growth of power within him, Nan Zun's fighting spirit soared. He stepped into the sky and faced the ten-thousand-zhang dharma image phantom. With the changes in his hand seals, he mobilized the faint yet startling power within him. Over ninety thousand rules of the water element flew out in an orderly fashion, permeating the ten-foot radius around him, forming a river of rules that enveloped him.
"It's Nan Zun, what is he trying to do?" True Immortal Ju Que looked up, his eyes flashing with doubt as he saw Nan Zun standing in the void.
"Truly a mantis trying to stop a chariot, overestimating himself," Qin Yun sneered mockingly.
Nan Zun was indeed talented, able to suppress him upon entering the Nascent Soul realm. But Nan Zun had no idea of the vast gap between himself and peak Nascent Soul realm experts. Stepping forward rashly was just asking for trouble.
Nan Zun's mind was incredibly focused at this moment, all external noise blocked out. In his ears, there was only the sound of surging waves.
"Youhai Futian, go!"
As Nan Zun unleashed his divine ability, the boundless spiritual power, laced with the river of rules, rushed out of the protective mountain array. After being transformed by the array's attack method, the heavens and earth were instantly shrouded by an endless phantom of the Youhai. Qin Yun and the others felt as if they were trapped in a quagmire, the surrounding elemental forces of heaven and earth binding them, causing them to feel a sense of dread.
The ten-thousand-zhang dharma image phantom was also trapped by the Youhai. Every move and strike was greatly restricted. When its attacks once again landed on the protective mountain array, their power was drastically weakened, falling within the array's tolerance.
"What kind of divine ability is this, possessing such strong binding power!" True Immortal Dong Ji looked at the figure in the sky, greatly shaken. Nan Zun's cultivation was only in the early Nascent Soul realm. Even with the borrowed spiritual power, there was an insurmountable gap between him and a peak Nascent Soul realm expert.
Yet, at this moment, Nan Zun, using the attack method of the protective mountain array, had greatly restricted the use of Tian Jue Wu Ya Shen. How could he not be shocked?
"This should be the eighth-grade divine ability that Master recently taught Nan Zun," Blood Demon Jiao stared at Nan Zun's figure and murmured.
"An eighth-grade divine ability?" True Immortal Dong Ji couldn't believe it. Zhang Fan actually possessed an eighth-grade divine ability and had taught it to his disciple.
One had to know that even a mighty cultivator at the Void Return stage might not possess an eighth-grade divine ability, which showed how precious it was.
"Hmph, a mere cultivator, how dare you oppose me?" True Immortal Yu Jian was enraged. The spiritual power within him surged again, all of it flying out to form a vast river that rushed into the ten-thousand-zhang dharma image phantom, making the phantom even more solid.
"Tian Jue Wu Ya Fist!" True Immortal Yu Jian exhausted all the spiritual power within him and unleashed a divine ability with the dharma image phantom. With every movement, space turned into nothingness. The ten-thousand-zhang dharma image phantom stood within layered space, seemingly existing between reality and illusion, as if possessing the power to cleave heaven and earth.
"Youhai Futian, Wave Crushes a Thousand Miles!" Nan Zun also felt immense pressure at this moment. He summoned the Youhai phantom and stirred up monstrous waves, meeting the punch of the ten-thousand-zhang dharma image phantom.
As the two collided, powerful shockwaves spread outwards. Even the half-step Nascent Soul cultivators of the Ju Ling Hall could not withstand them and were blown away.
Nan Zun was instantly struck a heavy blow, spewing blood uncontrollably from his mouth, staining the sky red. His body turned into a streak of light and crashed into the mountain peaks, breaking a mountain thousands of feet high in half. In an instant, mountains collapsed within the Wanshan Sect, dust filled the air, and large sections of palaces turned into ruins.
Lin Haotian flew to Nan Zun's side and picked him up from the ruins. He saw that Nan Zun's chest was sunken and blood was flowing from his seven orifices, clearly suffering extremely serious injuries. He quickly took out a bottle of healing elixir and fed it to Nan Zun's mouth, then carried him and flew towards the Golden Light Immortal Mansion.
The ten-thousand-zhang dharma image phantom dissipated. The contempt in True Immortal Yu Jian's eyes gradually faded. He looked at the Wanshan Sect with a hint of solemnity. Although this blow had heavily wounded that early Nascent Soul cultivator, he himself was not relaxed.
The previous strike had shattered his dharma image phantom, causing a slight injury to his primordial spirit, and his spiritual power was completely depleted. He would not be able to break the array for at least a short period.
"A mere early Nascent Soul cultivator dared to fight with Senior Brother Yu Jian, he doesn't even know how he died," Qin Yun sneered and came to True Immortal Yu Jian's side, shouting at True Immortal Dong Ji.
Seeing Nan Zun severely injured, True Immortal Dong Ji was not in the mood to argue and merely stared coldly at True Immortal Yu Jian without speaking.
"Senior Brother, Nan Zun is now powerless to fight, and True Immortal Dong Ji is alone and unable to hold on. This is a great opportunity to break the array," Qin Yun reminded, seeing that True Immortal Yu Jian had not attacked again.
True Immortal Yu Jian shook his head and said, "By unleashing divine abilities with the ten-thousand-zhang dharma image phantom, my spiritual power has been completely depleted. I cannot use it again in a short time. I need seven days to recover."
"Seven days?" Qin Yun was stunned. Even if his spiritual power was depleted, a powerful primordial spirit at the peak Nascent Soul realm would be able to recover to its peak state in a day. Why would he need seven days?
Upon careful consideration, a look of shock flashed in Qin Yun's eyes, but he quickly concealed it. He then nodded and said, "If that's the case, then let this Wanshan Sect exist for another seven days. Senior Brother, please rest. I will guard you!"
True Immortal Yu Jian nodded and waved his hand, taking out a palm-sized immortal mansion. He casually tossed it, and the immortal mansion transformed into a palace that landed on the ground. True Immortal Yu Jian immediately entered the immortal mansion.
After True Immortal Yu Jian entered the immortal mansion, True Immortal Ju Que walked over. He had clearly sensed something amiss, his eyes filled with solemnity. He spoke in a low voice beside Qin Yun, "What kind of divine ability did that Nan Zun use to force True Immortal Yu Jian to this extent?"
"Perhaps it's an eighth-grade divine ability," Qin Yun said softly, his eyes distant, seemingly lost in thought.
True Immortal Ju Que had already made a guess in his heart. Hearing Qin Yun say the same, his eyes held uncontainable astonishment.