The vast mountain range, shrouded in mist, now resembles an ancient, awakening beast, emitting deep, resonant rumblings from its lofty heights. Alongside these powerful sounds, a vast and sweeping surge of energy rises, filling the sky. "Hooosh!" Within the thick mist, the energy surges rapidly, building up to the point where it produces waves—like the rolling of ocean tides—startling many onlookers. Indeed, nature is truly full of wonders. This immense energy tide, as it flows, eventually breaks through the mist, spreading out swiftly and vigorously, causing sky-bound figures to scramble and descend in panic. Should any be swept into its fierce current, even a Douzong-level master would likely suffer serious injuries, if not be rendered unconscious. A massive tidal surge of vibrant, multicolored energy stretches across the sky, resembling an expansive, resplendent river under the sunlight—stunning and magnificent. Yet beneath this splendor lies a deadly crisis. Wave after wave of immense, colorful energy waves continuously radiates outward from within the mountain range. At this very moment, many can sense that the energy within Tianmu Mountains is growing increasingly turbulent and powerful, as if the mountains have become a magnetic center, drawing in energy from the surrounding heavens and earth. Faced with this breathtaking spectacle, even Xiao Yan is left utterly astonished. Thanks to his exceptional spiritual perception, he can clearly sense the extraordinary, terrifying intensity of the energy within the multicolored tides. "Indeed, the Central Plains are no ordinary place—such a magnificent sight, one would hardly find it elsewhere..." With a light smile, Xiao Yan stood up, his gaze directed toward the Tianmu Mountain Range. Now, the energy within the range had become so powerful and impressive that it was truly astonishing. Though the time spent here might not be exceptionally long, the results would surely be remarkable. It was no wonder that, despite knowing the Tian Shan Blood Pond only offered ten spots, so many had still been drawn to it. Many, undoubtedly, had come with the intention of making the most of this opportunity to train within the mountains. The gaze shifted from the mountains and finally settled at the entrance where the vast sea of people began to stir. No matter where one stood, being the first always carried a distinct advantage—especially in the case of the Tian Shan Blood Pool. It was likely that the first to enter would reap the greatest benefits. Thus, everyone wished to be that fortunate first. "Has it begun?" For a moment, the entire outer rim of the Tianmu Mountain Range erupted into vibrant activity. "Li!" A clear, resonant cry of a crane echoed through the sky, and immediately, the massive seven-colored crane above spread its enormous wings, plunging downward with powerful force. A gale swept across the path, scattering the crowd below. Only the most powerful individuals managed to steady themselves, leveraging the wind to surge forward and rush toward the mountain's entrance. "Senior Masters, you remain outside. From here on, I shall take charge." The young woman in a colorful skirt glanced down at the tide of people below, then turned to the two elders seated upon the crane, speaking calmly. "Understood." The two elders nodded in agreement. Seeing this, the young woman smiled gently. The Tianmu Blood Pond rivalry was a grand event held once every three years in the northern region of Zhongzhou, and most participants were young talents. To emerge victorious here would be a clear testament to both strength and potential. With a gentle tap of her toe to the crane's head, the woman in a colorful skirt twisted her slender waist, transforming into a streak of vibrant light that surged forward. In a few flashes, she had already reached the forefront of the crowd, her flowing silken hair dancing behind her like a breeze. The scene was so enchanting that several men at the back were left momentarily stunned. The woman in the colorful skirt never glanced back at the crowd, though she knew some among them were strong—yet this still hadn't elevated their significance in her eyes. The figure appearing suddenly caused a slight surprise to the lady in a vibrant red skirt, who then furrowed her brows slightly, grasping her jade hands firmly toward the figure ahead. Instantly, a powerful suction force surged forth with a sharp roar. "Hmph!" Despite the lady's obstruction, the figure merely snorted coldly, then swept her hand back, sending a strong gust of wind surging from her sleeve. The two invisible currents of wind collided in mid-air, producing a deep resonant sound. Leveraging the counterforce, the figure arced gracefully through the air and landed within the mountain range. "By the gods, who is that young man? He's already entered the mountains ahead of Lady Feng!" "Ha! I always said with so many people, a rising star would surely emerge—didn't expect it to happen so quickly!" "...Ah." Seeing that a stranger had taken the lead, the lady in the red skirt's expression grew slightly displeased. She sighed softly at the murmurs behind her, then moved with a graceful ripple of color, following closely behind. … Within the mountains, thick mist swirled, carrying a somewhat turbulent energy that severely limited visibility. A figure stepped through the forest, moving silently, and landed lightly, revealing a young face—none other than Xiao Yan. "Indeed, no wonder he's hailed as the most outstanding among the young talents of Fenglei Pavilion—there's clearly some skill to him," Xiao Yan thought, glancing back in his mind with a smile. Then, his gaze shifted to the surroundings, frowning slightly. The mist was so dense, and the Tianmu Mountain range so vast—reaching the Tian Shan Blood Pond would surely prove challenging. As Xiao Yan frowned, a graceful, colorful silhouette entered the mountain range as well. Her eyes swept across, and she instantly stopped, fixed on a figure standing some distance ahead. Feeling the subtle movements behind him, Xiao Yan didn't turn around. With a simple motion, he moved swiftly toward the interior of the mountains. "Stop!" "Seeing Xiao Yan preparing to leave, the lady in a colorful skirt suddenly roared. Unmoved by her voice, Xiao Yan only quickened his pace. 'Shhh!' Suddenly, as his steps accelerated, a rushing wind sound erupted from behind him. Xiao Yan's face grew cold; he stepped aside, and a vibrant, sharp-colored silk cloth slashed past his head, ultimately piercing through a towering giant tree ahead. Though the silk cloth appeared ordinary, it subtly shimmered with a metallic luster, clearly no common fabric. As Xiao Yan's unusual evasion of her attack caught her attention, a strange gleam flashed in her eyes. With a gentle shake of her jade hand, another colorful silk cloth burst forth from her sleeve, coiling like a venomous snake in the air, skillfully winding around and targeting Xiao Yan with precision. Faced with this woman's persistent persistence, Xiao Yan grew increasingly irritated, suddenly turning around, his arm flashing out and seizing the flowing silk fabric that was rushing toward him. A jade-green flame erupted from the palm of his hand, then flowed along the silk, forming a blazing line that surged straight at the woman. Upon seeing the fiery line approaching, the lady in the colorful skirt's cheeks grew slightly cold. A powerful aura, alternating between silver and green—like the fusion of gales and thunder—burst forth along the silk, colliding fiercely with the flame line. "Boom!" The deep, resonant explosion erupted within the tranquil mountain landscape, the afterwaves of the two powerful forces scattering much of the surrounding mist and leaving a half-meter-deep crater on the ground. At this moment, the mountains were already beginning to see many visitors, all of whom had hurried over upon hearing the commotion here. Upon spotting the person departing and recognizing her as the renowned Lady Feng, they were all taken aback, and immediately turned their astonished gaze toward the stranger across the way—someone capable of facing her off must surely be no ordinary figure. "Battle energy formed by the fusion of wind and lightning attributes? Indeed, the reputation of Lady Feng of the Wind-Light Pavilion is well earned." Though the colorful silk had endured such intense energy surges, it had not snapped in this manner. Xue Yan fixed his eyes on the woman in the flowing gown and spoke slowly. He hadn't expected that this woman possessed a dual-element constitution—while perhaps not as rare as the厄难toxin constitution, it was still quite uncommon. Indeed, Xiao Yan himself could be considered to have a dual-element constitution, with fire and wood, though his constitution was predominantly fire, with only a small trace of wood. Of course, every alchemist must possess such a dual-element constitution, as it is an essential requirement. "Upon these words, the people around instantly grew alarmed!"