Du Yuemian’s entry into the Sensory Realm at this time was, in itself, a very simple matter.
After all, Ye Ming had personally helped her transform her internal true qi and guided her in comprehending the Three Realms of Sensing Things before.
The reason Du Yuemian hadn't reached the Sensory Realm was that she hadn't yet realized she was an immortal cultivator.
She still considered herself a practitioner of ancient martial arts.
During her battle with Feng Ziliu, Ye Ming’s reminder made her truly grasp this fact.
Thus, enlightenment arrived in an instant.
Now that Du Yuemian had entered the Sensory Realm, the illusory effects of Feng Ziliu’s phantom steps were as good as nonexistent.
Sensory Realm, Sensory Realm!
As the name suggests, it allows one to perceive the changes in all things.
At this moment, Feng Ziliu’s movements were completely exposed in Du Yuemian’s mind.
“A golden opportunity!”
Seeing Du Yuemian standing frozen, her eyes closed, Feng Ziliu assumed she was trapped by illusions.
He would not let such a chance slip by.
He silently appeared behind Du Yuemian, compressing and condensing true qi in his palm, the air punctuated by popping sounds.
If this palm strike landed, Du Yuemian would surely not be able to stand again.
“Fall!”
Seizing the moment, Feng Ziliu slammed his palm forward with all his might.
But just as his hand was about to touch Du Yuemian’s back, an icy chill emanated from her.
At that very instant, Feng Ziliu smelled death.
“Trouble!”
Before he could react, he saw a flash of white blade light explode and grow.
“Moonlight Frost!”
Amidst this blade light, Feng Ziliu seemed to see a world of ice and snow.
A desolate scene filled with sinister killing intent.
*Puff!*
The blade light struck. Feng Ziliu arced through the air like a bloody parabola before crashing heavily to the ground, his fate unknown.
Du Yuemian was also not in good shape. Her internal true qi had been completely depleted by the previous strike.
Her face was extremely pale, devoid of any color.
Moonlight Frost was the second stance of the Moon Blade Five Forms she practiced.
It was also one of the two single-blade forms in the Moon Blade Five Forms.
This strike demanded extremely strict control over both the blade and true qi. Any imbalance would not only greatly reduce its power but could also cause a backlash.
That Du Yuemian could precisely execute this strike in such a passive state showcased her strong will and high talent.
However, after unleashing that blow, something magical happened to Du Yuemian. Although she had no true qi within her, she could clearly feel a special kind of energy gathering in her body.
But the speed of its convergence was slow.
From this special energy, she felt a sense of kinship, a feeling that her body was meant to possess it.
“What is this energy?”
Du Yuemian was puzzled.
“Never mind! Young Master will surely know. I'll ask him later!”
This was not the time for her to dwell on it.
Because after Feng Ziliu was sent flying, Feng Zhan, who was fighting Du Tianen in the distance, noticed the situation here.
“Grandson!”
Feng Zhan roared, abandoning his engagement with Du Tianen. He flashed and instantly appeared beside Feng Ziliu, picking him up.
Upon seeing the bloody gash on Feng Ziliu’s chest, his eyes widened, and terrifying imperial true qi poured out from his body.
“Ah! If my grandson dies, all of you will accompany him!”
Under this imperial pressure, everyone present began to tremble. Those with weaker cultivation fainted directly.
Feng Zhan checked Feng Ziliu’s condition. He still had a breath left.
He hadn’t been killed by Du Yuemian’s single strike.
Feng Zhan quickly used a pill to stabilize Feng Ziliu’s injuries, then let out a sigh of relief.
Gently placing him on the ground, he looked up at Du Yuemian.
“As expected of the top genius of the provincial capital. Even when nearly exhausted, you could injure my grandson like this.”
Feng Zhan’s voice was extremely low, yet within it, one could faintly sense excitement and eagerness.
“It seems you must belong to my Feng family!” Feng Zhan’s gaze became fervent.
Seeing this, Du Tianen, who was in the distance, transformed into a beam of light and blocked in front of Du Yuemian, staring directly at Feng Zhan.
“Are you planning to attack a junior?”
Du Tianen’s words were laced with sarcasm, attempting to divert Feng Zhan’s attention.
“Junior! Hmph!” Feng Zhan sneered. “In front of me, aren't you also a junior?”
“Today, everyone in your Du family, except for that girl, will not survive.”
At this moment, Feng Zhan had truly decided to kill.
“Feng family members, all of you, retreat!”
Feng Zhan commanded.
It seemed Feng Zhan was preparing for a massacre.
Hearing this, Du Tianen’s face changed drastically. He immediately roared at Ge Qingkong and the others, “Quickly send the younger disciples away! Quickly!”
But just as Ge Qingkong and the others were about to escort Du Gongchen and the others to retreat, Feng Zhan attacked.
“Leave? Do you think you can?”
He extended his aged right hand, raised it high above his head, and countless imperial true qi began to converge, then he forcefully pressed down.
“Suppress!”
In an instant, everyone’s bodies felt as if they were immobilized. No matter how hard they struggled, they could not break free.
Du Tianshang was also among them.
Feng Zhan had no intention of letting him go.
At this moment, even Du Tianen’s movements were severely restricted.
He was a late-stage Martial Ancestor of ancient martial arts! Yet before Feng Zhan, he was so vulnerable.
In their previous exchange, Feng Zhan had probably not even used thirty percent of his strength.
“Gather!”
Feng Zhan’s five fingers began to close inwards.
At this moment, those who were immobilized felt as if their internal organs were being ruthlessly squeezed, and their meridians began to show on their skin. If this continued, in less than half a minute, they would all be crushed alive.
This scene was unimaginable.
“Hahaha! Feel despair!”
Feng Zhan laughed wildly, showing no mercy.
“Ah! I feel terrible, my… my body is about to explode.”
“Help… help me!”
“No! Ah…”
“…”
Du Tianen watched this scene, his eyes bloodshot. He snatched the Twin Moons from Du Yuemian’s hand, took one deep look at his daughter, and whispered.
“I’m sorry!”
After leaving an apology in her ear, all the power within him surged madly towards the blade.
Although his movements were restricted, he could not stand by and watch his clansmen explode.
Before Du Yuemian could react, Du Tianshang, his eyes red and his face contorted, charged towards Feng Zhan.
In that apology, Du Yuemian heard a hint of farewell.
At this moment, Du Tianen had already reached Feng Zhan.
The blade rose, and a dark red moon shadow appeared.
Moon Sorrow!
The final stance of the Profound Moon Five Forms.
The blade fell, the moon shadow descended, and the blade light illuminated the world.
Facing Du Tianen’s full-powered strike, Feng Zhan’s eyes were calm.
“A good blade, a good technique! A pity!”
Feng Zhan shook his head and slowly extended his other hand, bringing his index and middle fingers together.
The tips of his two fingers emitted a cold glint.
Then, Feng Zhan simply thrust forward. The moon shadow in the sky, the moment it touched his fingers.
*Bang!*
With a muffled sound, it slowly began to dissipate.
It caused no harm to Feng Zhan whatsoever.
“The might of the imperial path, how can you shake it? Truly self-…” Feng Zhan’s tone was disdainful; he did not take such an attack seriously.
But before he could finish speaking, he suddenly felt a chill down his back. When he looked at Du Tianen, Feng Zhan was completely stunned.
“You… you’re going to self-detonate your true essence!”
At this moment, Du Tianen was tightly grabbing Feng Zhan’s foot. His body was already bulging, containing an extremely terrifying power within.
Once it exploded, at such close range, Feng Zhan would surely not escape!
“Mad! Truly a madman!”
Just as Feng Zhan was preparing to kick Du Tianen away, it seemed to be too late.
From afar, Du Yuemian finally understood the farewell in Du Tianen’s eyes.
“No!”