A massive, grinding sound suddenly echoed in everyone’s ears. It was like an enormous windmill spinning wildly in a gale, and though the tempest was overwhelmingly fierce, it was precisely this hurricane that made the windmill accelerate its rotation.

A robust surge of power instantly transformed into a colossal windmill, charging forward against the violent astral winds as if riding the waves. Not only did it withstand the onslaught of the tornado, but it tore through the raging winds obstructing its path, piercing the seemingly endless blockade of sand and dust, bearing directly down upon Wei Jinshun.

Though this windmill was forged from the purest essence of heaven and earth power, it was still a massive construct, nearly seven or eight zhang in radius. Before it, the might of heaven and earth that Wei Jinshun mobilized offered no resistance whatsoever.

With a heavy snort, Wei Jinshun let out a fierce shout, and a violent force erupted from his roar. Embedded within this sharp cry was a certain potent authority, and before him, a transparent wall seemed to materialize abruptly, blocking the unstoppable great Wind Wheel.

The exchange lasted but a mere instant, yet the surrounding environment immediately underwent a drastic transformation.

The sandy ground around them had been scoured away by a visible layer—the result of overflowing and colliding power. Though neither intended it, the destructive force unleashed by a Divine Path expert was unparalleled in its effect on the environment.

With a deafening boom, the great wheel slammed heavily against the Five Elements Wall spat out by Wei Jinshun. As if by prior agreement, both structures collapsed simultaneously at that moment.

Only then did Wei Jinshun’s expression turn somewhat grave. He clearly sensed that the power contained within the opponent's giant wheel was not significantly weaker than his own.

“The Flower of the Great Samsara of the Five Elements…” Ao Minxing murmured from mid-air, his eyes shining brilliantly as he poured his entire focus onto the battlefield, as if intent on engraving every scene into his memory.

He Yiming broke into an innocuous, harmless smile, but when he raised both hands, no one else could keep smiling.

For in his grasp were two slightly smaller versions of the Five Elements Flower.

The surrounding power of heaven and earth poured into these two Flowers of Great Samsara like a torrential storm. They swelled rapidly, akin to plants absorbing immense fertilizer from the soil; in just a single breath, they grew to the size of the massive light wheel from moments before.

With a slight flick of his wrists, these two light wheels, continuing to absorb vast amounts of power along their path, shimmered with various hues as they once again hurtled toward Wei Jinshun.

The veteran expert snorted coldly, his figure flickering as he ascended into the air.

A terrifyingly potent heaven and earth force emanated from him—a power so immense that even He Yiming himself felt a special, reverent sensation.

Then, he saw it: above his head, a rampant storm was brewing, within which immense frigid energy was gestating.

The onlookers had long since retreated repeatedly, ceding a vast expanse of open space so the two combatants could engage without restraint.

The veteran Divine Path masters remained unmoved by this sight, having witnessed such displays too often to be surprised. But the newly ascended Divine Path experts, like Ao Borui, had eyes shining with excitement.

This might, this power, far exceeded the limits of the Human Path realm, exceeding even the limits of their imagination.

The true might of the Divine Path—the ability to overturn rivers and seas, cleave mountains and split earth with a mere gesture.

The thought that they had finally advanced to this level filled their hearts with uncontrollable excitement. Although their current cultivation realms were not yet fully stable, preventing them from wielding the power of heaven and earth with such extravagance, with time, they too would command such peerless grandeur.

He Yiming drew a deep breath, his gaze fixed on the interwoven sky-clouds that seemed to move on their own, and his heart felt heavy.

His legs slowly sank into the sand, yet he did not continue to sink; a powerful force radiated outward, centered upon him.

In clashes between Divine Path experts, unless one intended to flee, there was simply no way to evade an opponent’s attack for long. Because every assault was a large-scale manifestation of heaven and earth power, evasion was impossible unless one committed entirely to a distant flight.

At this moment, however, He Yiming had no thought of evasion. A faint, cold sneer touched his lips, and the sand beneath him underwent an extremely subtle transformation under the influence of his power.

Those scattered, unconnected grains of sand began to converge toward him, growing denser and more solid.

Seeing this, everyone instantly recalled the scene of the divine dragon conjuring a sand house from thin air. They marveled inwardly: had He Yiming mastered this ability in just a few short months?

“Rumble…”

From the mass of dark clouds, thousands upon thousands of massive hailstones suddenly plummeted down. Each hailstone was at least the size of a human head, with the largest approaching the size of a millstone.

They burst forth from the churning clouds, instantly filling everyone’s vision, and rained down viciously upon He Yiming.

He Yiming’s body abruptly retreated backward. His feet remained buried beneath the sand, but the ground beneath him seemed to have carved out a specialized channel, allowing him to glide freely across the surface.

Innumerable giant hailstones were about to strike an empty space, but they suddenly shifted trajectory mid-air, beginning to pursue He Yiming.

Di Shitian and the other newcomers gasped, completely awestruck by this miraculous control over the power of heaven and earth.

Seemingly realizing escape was futile, He Yiming finally ceased retreating. He swept his hand upward, and the sand beneath his feet suddenly inverted, forming a flat shield directly before him.

This sand contained immense power, capable of condensing the most ordinary grains into the hardest shield; no matter how the hailstones attacked, they ultimately failed to breach this massive, solid barrier.

“Haha, a Pseudo-God Realm expert, truly living up to the name,” He Yiming, hidden behind the sand, roared with laughter, his tone openly laced with mockery.

Wei Jinshun’s face faintly flushed red. He had already exerted eighty percent of his strength—power belonging to the Pseudo-God Realm—yet bizarrely, he could not breach the opponent’s sand wall. This was simply unbelievable.

However, the veteran experts, including himself, vaguely sensed that the aura emanating from He Yiming was significantly weaker, as if maintaining the sand wall was incurring an enormous, unbearable drain.

The gap in power tiers seemed to have been neutralized by the uneven deployment of force between the two sides.

Wei Jinshun roared in anger; he held nothing back now. The full might of the Pseudo-God Realm was finally unleashed at this moment.

The entire world became suffused with his omnipresent power. The winds and clouds in the sky grew denser, and under his sharp command, this entire mass of weather pressed downward like a great net.

The immense, unimaginable force triggered an even more indescribable manifestation of heaven and earth’s might. Under the full exertion of a Pseudo-God Realm expert, the vast expanse of wind and cloud condensed hundreds or thousands of times over, crushing He Yiming’s sand wall into collapse.

Liu Mu’s expression flickered. He almost moved to intervene, but ultimately restrained himself.

This was, after all, a sandy terrain. Under such a powerful attack, He Yiming might sustain some injuries, but his life would not be in danger.

After the colossal noise subsided, a vast crater—large enough to bury a Behemoth—had appeared in the sand. The sand wall before He Yiming was long gone without a trace, and he himself had vanished as well.

Wei Jinshun drew long, ragged breaths. While the previous strike was earth-shattering, among all present, perhaps only Ao Minxing would have chosen to meet it head-on. But with such power came immense consumption, leaving even him feeling slightly drained.

His consciousness swept the area, and a strange look crossed his face. Under his attack, He Yiming’s aura had completely vanished, leaving no trace whatsoever.

A strange notion surfaced in his mind: could this fellow have been instantly killed?

Yet, the moment this thought arose, his entire body tensed up.

A multi-colored light suddenly erupted from the sand, exploding outward like a colossal sun fiercely radiating its light and heat.

He Yiming’s survival was expected—Divine Path experts were not so easily dispatched.

However, the location of his reappearance took everyone by surprise. He had emerged from the sand hundreds of zhang away. Among all the Divine Path experts present, not a single one had detected how he managed to stealthily traverse such a distance.

Wei Jinshun’s face changed drastically; he sensed danger, an extreme form of peril. The heaven and earth power condensed within the five-colored light emanating from his opponent seemed to be on par with Wei Jinshun’s own peak strength.

He wanted to dodge, but found his essence, spirit, and focus utterly locked down by his opponent. Helplessly, he roared, simultaneously extending both hands, unleashing his entire divine power at this moment, instantly drawing in an incomparable volume of heaven and earth energy to meet the attack head-on.

In his heart, he held an unshakeable conviction: the gap in rank between Divine Path experts could never be bridged.

Instantly, both their full-force strikes collided in mid-air with a sound like countless cannonballs exploding. The resulting shockwaves of power scattered outwards. All Divine Path experts and divine beasts retreated swiftly without hesitation; the newly ascended Divine Path experts in particular lost control of their footing, spinning in mid-air as they were involuntarily driven backward.

Then, a figure streaked across the sky like a meteor, slamming heavily onto the ground before being driven deep into the sand, vanishing instantly from sight.

Everyone looked up, and disbelief filled every eye.

The one hovering proudly in mid-air was not the Pseudo-God Realm expert Wei Jinshun, but the Virtual God Realm expert He Yiming!

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