Chapter Sixty-Six: The Fifth Great Alliance!

Divine Dao Ascension System A Sword and Green Plums 2788 words 2026-04-13 17:17:50

The moment Wang Ran’s palm descended, an invisible force swept down from the heavens. This pressure was overwhelming, like the might of the sky itself. Wang Ran’s robes billowed, his hair danced, though there was no wind. Beiming Lie felt as if a mountain had fallen upon his shoulders, crushing him so thoroughly that his legs buckled beneath the weight.

“No!” Beiming Lie’s eyes nearly burst from their sockets. He could not accept Wang Ran’s newfound strength, nor the ease with which he was subdued, as if he were nothing more than an ant beneath a boot.

What unsettled him even more was the aura emanating from Wang Ran—it was akin to his own Righteous Energy, but even more potent, more pure, like a vassal before his king. His own Righteous Energy was utterly powerless against Wang Ran. Along with this came a deep fear, a compulsion to submit, so strong that not even the faintest thought of resistance could arise in his heart.

“I will not yield! I will not yield!” Under Wang Ran’s crushing force, Beiming Lie fell to his knees, face contorted in agony, howling helplessly.

He was the greatest prodigy of the Hall of Enforcement, grandson of the elder in charge of formations, a leader among the Four Alliances—how could he accept defeat at the hands of one he had once dismissed as insignificant?

Thus he rebelled, struggling with all his might against Wang Ran.

But after his secluded cultivation, Wang Ran’s spiritual power was terrifyingly strong. Moreover, he possessed the superior incantation of the Righteous Energy Sutra, which naturally countered Beiming Lie, who had only mastered the inferior version.

Therefore, Wang Ran was unconcerned by Beiming Lie’s resistance. He snorted coldly, and struck out with a palm.

A crack resounded. Beiming Lie was sent flying over ten meters, scraping a long trail across the ground. His robes were torn, six or seven teeth knocked loose, his hair wild and disheveled, utterly battered.

Wang Ran stood with his hands behind his back, expressionless. He took another step forward, and unleashed a second palm from afar.

This blow descended from midair, spiritual power surging and magnified dozens of times, like a meteor falling from the sky. With unstoppable force, it pinned Beiming Lie firmly to the earth.

“To offend a member of the Righteous Alliance is to meet this fate.”

Wang Ran glanced around, his voice devoid of joy or sorrow, echoing in all directions.

The disciples who had come to witness the scene were stunned, then turned to look at Beiming Lie.

The spiritual power that had formed the giant palm slowly faded, leaving behind a massive handprint, three feet deep, the lines of the palm clearly visible.

Beiming Lie lay face-up in the center, his body bloody and mangled, his life or death uncertain.

Eyes widened in shock, the crowd drew sharp, fearful breaths.

“So… so ruthless!”

“Wang Ran’s attacks are truly merciless!”

“One of the Four Alliances, Beiming Lie, defeated just like that?”

“More than defeated—he didn’t even have a chance to fight back.”

“Sigh, from now on, Wang Ran may have no equal.”

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“Indeed, it seems the only one who might match him is Senior Brother Ye.”

“He first bested Xu Ke, then crushed Beiming Lie. Who will be the next to fall beneath him?”

The crowd murmured in awe and admiration, reverence for Wang Ran growing ever deeper. In that moment, Wang Ran gained a great surge in Dao points.

He paid no heed to their chatter. A true master must possess the pride of one. He strode to the front of the Righteous Alliance, and, after a moment of contemplation, began to examine the formation before him.

It was vast and infused with unusual spiritual energy. According to Beiming Lie, it could seal off an entire space. Though it paled in comparison to the spatial manipulation abilities of true powerhouses, even a fraction of its strength was formidable.

Xu Ke, witnessing Wang Ran’s crushing defeat of Beiming Lie, felt invigorated. Seeing Wang Ran scrutinize the formation as if preparing to break it, he was moved, and hurriedly advised, “Senior Brother Wang, as Beiming Lie said, only a Talisman Master can dispel this formation, or we can wait for it to fade on its own in half a month. There are only a few days left, so we need not worry about being held here a little longer.”

“Oh? A Talisman Master?” Wang Ran smiled faintly, placed his hand upon the formation’s seal, and closed his eyes in deep thought.

Xu Ke was taken aback, unable to fathom Wang Ran’s actions, his face puzzled.

Even the disciples observing from nearby were filled with curiosity.

“What is he doing?”

“Is he trying to break the formation?”

“Break the formation? Don’t be ridiculous! Didn’t Beiming Lie say that only a Talisman Master can do that? How could Wang Ran succeed?”

“Exactly, Talisman Masters are one in ten thousand. If Wang Ran had such skill, would he have languished in the outer sect for years, unknown?”

“If he were a Talisman Master, Beiming Lie wouldn’t dare provoke him even with a hundredfold courage.”

“That’s right, among the tens of thousands of disciples in our sect, there’s only one Talisman Master, and her status is even higher than Beiming Lie’s.”

“Hmph, just putting on airs.”

While some disciples discussed Wang Ran’s rising renown with envy, most dismissed his attempt. No matter how strong he was, this formation could not be broken by brute force. Better to heed Xu Ke’s advice and wait for it to dissolve naturally.

Perhaps it was jealousy, but the crowd showed little respect for Wang Ran’s actions.

Wang Ran, meanwhile, remained in deep meditation. Though all was darkness before his closed eyes, countless points of light appeared—these were the formation’s mechanisms.

Because the formation was based on talismans, Wang Ran needed only to break the talisman to dispel it.

Unversed in the intricacies of formations, he let his mind pass directly through the layers of mechanisms, heading straight for the talisman at the center.

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After a while, Wang Ran’s lips curled into a smile. Suddenly, he opened his eyes and called out, “Break!” Before the stunned gaze of the crowd, the formation shattered with a thunderous crash.

“This… how is this possible?!”

“My heavens, did he really break the formation?!”

“How did he do that?”

“Could he be a Talisman Master as well?”

The eyes of the disciples nearly popped from their heads.

“Talisman Masters are one in ten thousand—it’s not that easy! Perhaps he used some other method!”

“Other method? You heard it yourself, only a Talisman Master can break that formation!”

Some began to question, but others retorted with mocking laughter.

Regardless, Wang Ran’s mystery and power had once again astounded everyone. Awe and reverence filled their hearts.

Some disciples even began to consider joining the Righteous Alliance. With Wang Ran’s strength now rivaling the Four Alliances, perhaps after today, the Hall of Enforcement would no longer have four alliances, but five!

“Ding! Congratulations, host Wang Ran, for causing a profound mental shock in the inner disciples. Reward: twenty Dao points!”

“Ding! Congratulations, host Wang Ran, for causing a profound mental shock in the inner disciples. Reward: fifteen Dao points!”

Instantly, Wang Ran gained a multitude of Dao points. He smiled inwardly, confident and spirited, striding through the falling fragments of the formation into the Righteous Alliance, as though walking through a field of snowy white.

This scene was etched deep into the minds of countless disciples. It was this moment that brought true admiration and reverence, raising Wang Ran to the status of a deity in their hearts.

By dusk, word of what had transpired within the Righteous Alliance had spread throughout both the inner and outer sects.

Beiming Lie’s oppression of the Righteous Alliance, Wang Ran’s emergence from seclusion, his finger shattering swords and overwhelming his foe, ending with a single palm that pressed Beiming Lie into the earth—each tale was so astounding that all who heard it were left dumbfounded.

In the end, an even more astonishing rumor circulated: Meng Jiang and Chu Yingxuan had reportedly decreed that from now on, all disciples should keep a respectful distance from the Righteous Alliance, not provoke them, and even tacitly recognize them as the Fifth Alliance.

For a time, the name of the Righteous Alliance shone brilliantly.

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