With a sharp cry from He Yiming, a faint silhouette shot out. The speed of this figure was unbelievably fast; Di Shitian merely saw a blur before someone stood squarely in front of them.

This person extended both hands and began to wave them before him. Instantly, streams of mighty Heaven and Earth power began to boil endlessly throughout the area.

It was as if two colossal greatswords, hundreds of feet long, were being brandished rapidly in the sky with a martial technique perfected to the utmost degree. In mere moments, more than two-thirds of the flying monsters were cleaved into pieces, cascading down in a rain of blood before plummeting from the sky.

Among those fallen was a white flying monster.

The silver-white monster, against which Di Shitian and his two companions had unleashed all their strength multiple times to no avail, was annihilated so easily.

The sole remaining white monster shrieked and spun around to flee.

He Yiming let out an angry snort. He casually pointed a finger, and a wisp of crimson radiance shot out, faster than the fleeing beast, piercing deep into its body.

The next moment, the silver-white monster's body convulsed violently. It managed to flap its wings, soaring perhaps another ten zhang, before its body finally exploded, tumbling amidst the horde below while spinning in mid-air.

While this silver-white monster had been alive, the lowest-tier monsters beneath it dared not offer the slightest resistance to its slaughter. But once the controlling monster was dead and falling, the lesser creatures immediately swarmed over it, desperately fighting to snatch up the superior being's corpse, not letting even a single drop of the green blood go to waste.

He Yiming shook his head slightly. Although he held these monsters' strength in no regard, witnessing such brutality still caused a flicker of displeasure in his heart.

With a gentle wave of his sleeve, a vast expanse of Light Power once again swept forth. Any monster enveloped by this energy was instantly purified completely, leaving not even a speck of residue behind.

Following the large-scale eruption of Light Power, the monsters—creatures that seemed to have never known fear—stirred with an unusual panic. They instinctively burrowed downwards, and moments later, not a single undead creature remained on the ground.

Although He Yiming wished to annihilate every single one of these deathly beings, even doubling his speed would not allow it. With continuous sweeps of his hands, two more swathes of Light Power descended, scrubbing the areas where the monsters were most densely packed as if wiping away grime with a cloth, erasing them entirely from existence.

But this was the extent of the spoils. Facing such innumerable ground forces, unless a hundred Divine Path experts wielding similar Light Power acted in concert, exterminating the entire plague covering the mountainside was simply impossible.

He suddenly felt an itch on his neck and the back of his spine. He Yiming frowned slightly, yet it was not out of anger.

He could sense that the gazes of Di Shitian and the other two were intensely focused upon him. Even without turning around, he could perceive the surprise, doubt, and disbelief radiating from their looks.

Indeed, at this moment, to the three of them, He Yiming was no longer just a mortal man.

In this encounter, He Yiming had merely made casual gestures, yet the might unleashed between his moves could no longer be described merely as powerful.

The silver-white monster, which they had struggled so hard to kill, was torn to shreds in He Yiming's hands as easily as a piece of tissue paper. Especially potent was the Light Power, which devastated the monsters with an almost unimaginable lethality.

Not only that, but the trio’s eyes involuntarily glanced toward the Divine Path Blood Condensation Human puppet.

They had witnessed the puppet’s might firsthand; it had been capable of releasing the might of Heaven and Earth even within the Icy Sea. However, the power displayed then, though formidable, was certainly not as exaggerated as what they saw now.

Previously, whenever He Yiming or the Divine Path Blood Condensation Human unleashed the Heaven and Earth might, it appeared strenuous. While they could instantaneously summon and compress/release the power of Heaven and Earth, their movements, frequency of release, and subtle changes in aura all betrayed the immense difficulty involved.

But that feeling was gone now. The power they exhibited just now undeniably belonged to the scope of Heaven and Earth might, yet they detected not a shred of strain from either figure; instead, it seemed effortless, smooth, and entirely natural.

Such a duo—He Yiming and the puppet—against this degree of undead creatures...

This was no longer hunting; it was absolute, utter slaughter.

However, the three of them had no objection. They wished nothing more than for He Yiming to become even stronger, capable of wiping out every single undead creature.

Turning, He Yiming gave them a broad, easy smile. "Esteemed Sect Masters, it has been a while. I simply felt restless just now and acted rashly; please forgive my intrusion!"

Di Shitian and the others could only offer wry smiles and shake their heads. Their relationship with He Yiming was extraordinary, and their interactions were quite harmonious.

"Brother He, you..." Di Shitian hesitated, asking tentatively, "You succeeded?"

Bing Xiaotian and Zi Luli’s expressions immediately turned solemn; in their hearts, they had already settled on this conclusion. How else could one possess such divine abilities if not by stepping into the Divine Path?

He Yiming nodded slightly. "I was fortunate enough to succeed."

Di Shitian let out a long breath, his expression complex. There was joy in his heart—after all, He Yiming originated from the Tianchi lineage, and the stronger he was, the better. But there was also a hint of hidden disappointment. At most, only a day had passed since their separation, yet in that short time, He Yiming had successfully ascended to the Divine Path. This fact struck the three of them quite hard.

To share the same era as such a monster... perhaps that was the greatest sorrow for all cultivators.

Bing Xiaotian and Zi Luli also shook their heads with wry smiles, sharing the same sentiment as Di Shitian.

"Brother He, how did you succeed?" Zi Luli gathered his composure and asked solemnly.

Di Shitian and Bing Xiaotian simultaneously perked up, their gazes immediately fixed upon him, tinged with expectation.

He Yiming frowned deeply. This feeling was truly hard to describe. If the method could be articulated in words, previous generations would have long since left behind detailed decryption methods; it wouldn't fall to a half-baked practitioner like him to explain.

Seeing He Yiming’s expression, a touch of disappointment surfaced in the hearts of the three, though they felt no annoyance, knowing well that such matters are understood intuitively rather than taught verbally.

His gaze shifted, and He Yiming noticed the expanse of yellow sand riddled with pits and hollows. A remarkably bold notion suddenly surfaced in his mind.

"Sirs, how I advanced was rather muddled, but I do have a few personal insights. I humbly ask for your critique."

The eyes of Di Shitian and the other two lit up. They naturally understood He Yiming’s intention; as for the 'critique,' it was clearly just courteous phrasing.

If not for the sake of the Tianchi lineage, the Lingxiao Treasure Hall, and Yuan Lixun's Ice Palace, He Yiming would not have been so obliging.

Exchanging glances, they bowed deeply to He Yiming. They certainly would not pass up such an opportunity; as for repayment for guidance, they could only seek a chance to repay it another day.

He Yiming nodded slightly towards them. A strange wave of energy emanated from his body. In mere seconds, an illusory projection identical to him materialized out of thin air.

Extending his hands, the projection began to manipulate the surrounding Heaven and Earth power.

Lacking the full support of the main body, the projection's control over the Divine Power within the Heaven and Earth force was far from the initial ease and grace. However, this method of control was undoubtedly the most primitive and fundamental.

The Divine Powers of the Water, Earth, and Metal elements within the Heaven and Earth force were particularly surging and powerful, gradually taking the dominant role. Vast swathes of yellow sand rolled in the air, fully displaying these concealed divine energies.

Di Shitian and the others watched with sharp concentration; they understood He Yiming’s meaning.

Since speech failed, he would teach by example. He Yiming deliberately used the projection to manifest the Heaven and Earth might precisely to perfectly reenact the sensation he experienced upon achieving the Divine Path.

Sensing the surge of divine power within the Heaven and Earth force, enlightenment dawned on their faces, and their eyes grew brighter and brighter.

For these three veteran Peak Human Dao experts, who had already grasped a single stream of Divine Power and spent their entire lives contemplating how to ascend to the Ninth Heaven of the Divine Path, He Yiming’s action was undeniably opening a door to the Supreme Martial Path before their very eyes.

Of course, whether they could ultimately grasp what they felt at this moment and truly step across that threshold still depended on individual fortune and destiny.

However, He Yiming harbored little doubt about this.

Even the Great Dragon had said that given the extreme scarcity of Heaven and Earth power then, their ability to cultivate to the Peak Human Dao realm indicated that in an environment overflowing with Heaven and Earth power like this one, the probability of successful advancement was extremely high, provided they didn't meet an untimely end.

A full hour later, He Yiming’s projection instantly returned to his main body. With a loud laugh, he led the Divine Path Blood Condensation Human far away.

The three of them surveyed their surroundings, their eyes filled with an unprecedented, intense confidence.

He Yiming flew a hundred li before stopping. He quieted his mind and slowly extended his consciousness, sensing the subtle feelings emanating from the Heaven and Earth.

He could feel the endless hordes of deathly creatures hidden beneath the vast, sandy terrain, and he was certain that even more powerful, never-before-seen monsters lay in wait.

Looking towards a more distant direction, where the most potent chilling aura resided, a gleam of excitement flickered in He Yiming's eyes. His figure flickered, and he vanished...

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