Chaotic Winter Melon Essence

"Sect Master Uncle is just a mortal, who just happens to have his own 'billion' interpretations of various spells."
Atop Misty Peak, the sect's senior disciple was educating the new beginners.
At that moment, Sect Leader Ye Feng, holding a blade of grass, waved it gently, and a fierce Sword Qi split the sky in two, revealing a dark spatial rift that was difficult to heal, frightening the gods above.
The new disciple pointed at the sky, shocked, "And you told me the Sect Leader is just a mortal?"

The Clan Master Can't possibly Be A Mortal

As he cultivated the Heavenly Venerable Divine Ability "Hand of Myriad Transformations" Upper Volume, he discovered that free-floating Power of Reality began to drift around him, causing the innate Power of Reality in his hands to break through its bottleneck.


Above the palm of Ye Feng's hand, ripples of disturbance appeared, materializing a strand of invisible force.


No one else could see it, nor could they feel it.


Only Ye Feng could see a nearly transparent breath coiling in his palm, as if it could twist reality itself.


"Is this the true Power of Reality? It indeed feels much purer than the power of Ma Liang's Brush," Ye Feng murmured to himself.


He notched an arrow to his bow and infused it with this strand of Power of Reality before shooting it towards a bamboo thicket dozens of meters away.


Chapter 1070: The Feather Arrow That Turns