l thinking about Longchuan's sister"Jiang Wang was still not used to this kind of joke: "Wh-how come."Xu Xiangqian had grown accustomed to shamelessness. Without facing them directly, he shook his hea...Although he had escaped a great distance, Song Huang finally felt pity for his prized sword. Through the mask, he transmitted a message to Yan Luo: "Boss, it seems like someone else went to that battlefield just now. Should we go back and take a look"

At this time, several Yama Kings scattered in different directions, each doing their best to escape, panting heavily.

Qin Guangwang's voice, clear to each person's ear: "Go! We have other missions!"

Upon hearing that there was still a mission, Song Huang immediately said: "My sword is lost, my combat power is greatly reduced, so..."

"I'm very badly injured..." Ping Wang said softly.

“Where are we going” Wang Xingu asked with a hint of melancholy in his voice.

This time, he said he would ask clearly about the task no matter what. He considered anyone who didn't know the details of the task to be a scammer and refused to go.

Even a human's solo missions, this leader is too crazy to take on!

Qin Guang Wang only said, "Zhuang Guo."

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The only real person in the Kingdom of Zhuang is abroad. At this time, the Kingdom of Zhuang...

The Song Emperor was invigorated, thinking of his lost beloved sword. He said fiercely, "Who shall I kill!"

Only King Chu Jiang was by Lord Qin Guang's side, in a pre-dug cave. Watching him take out various materials from a storage box and, using the already prepared stone platform, quickly construct an eerie altar.

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A speck of emerald light fell upon the altar.

Then the flames twisted and roared!

“Take them to kill Du Ruhui and Huangfu Wendao. Make it clean.”

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King Qin Guang casually handed over a black cage containing a swallow-tailed falcon and gave the following instructions.

He wore a mask of the Underworld, striding to the center of the altar. One hand rested on his hip, the other with fingers interlocked, he lightly brushed before his eyes—

At this instant, his hair grew wildly long, cascading down to his ankles. His green eyes glowed with an endless stream of deathly intent, like a swarm of fireflies, filling this cavern with malice. His aura continued to rise, surging uncontrollably!

After knowing King Qin Guang for so long, Chu Jiang Wang was seeing him use an altar for the first time. Though he had to go out, his voice couldn't help but linger: "He really shouldn't be paid that much."

"It's nothing." Qin Guang Wang on the altar had completely been possessed, his voice a multitude of voices in one: "Life is long."

Ding ding ding dong! Dong! Dong!

In the Dragon Palace, the music became increasingly urgent.

One dance of the Heavenly Demon, and all that remains is a fluttering sleeve, without a trace of the dancer.

That gray robe and plain sleeves, like the simplest brushstrokes, yet with extraordinary skill, wove illusions within the hall, causing one to recall the redness of the world.

Those who witness this dance with the qin in the palace are all entranced, as if drunk.

Only his gaze towards Ye Qingyu held a hint of worry.

This rendition of the "Battle and Conquest Melody" by Ye Qingyu wasn't without flaws. But her technique and interpretation had transcended her cultivation level.

It's like having only a hundred jin of strength, yet trying to lift a thousand jin cauldron.

Now it's very difficult, relying solely on skill to cover up. As the score progresses, it will be increasingly hard to control.

"The Song of Breaking the Array in Battle" is no ordinary piece of music. This timeless classic demands immense effort to perform. It's like burning blood and marrow to fuel a lamp, struggling with every note, easily consumed by the music itself until finally, the oil runs out and the lamp flickers its last without even realizing it.

Yu Zhen's Heavenly Demon Dance was originally a graceful movement within the music, suppressing power and yielding willingly. But as Ye Qingyu's piano melody grew increasingly urgent, Yu Zhen found herself becoming more and more absorbed in the dance. The two intertwined, pushing each other back and forth, causing both the music and the dance to grow increasingly intense.

Just as I was about to intervene, suddenly I saw that between Ye Qingyu's ten fingers, wisps of cloud mist emerged. The cloud mist transformed and coalesced into numerous seal script characters.

The sound of the piano flowed smoothly.

Just let go and relax with a blank face.

What is called "using cloud writing to order heaven and earth" is the cloud seal.

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The essence of Yunzhuan is "seal", and the manifestation of Yunzhuan is "substitution". Yunzhuan divine powers, cultivated to their highest point, can even completely substitute talismans.

In ancient times, a powerful Daoist practitioner once used this divine ability to dominate the world. As a result, Yun Zhuan (cloud seal) became synonymous with talismans and even replaced an entire cultivation system as a single divine ability!

Talismans can be seen as a kind of certificate. Practitioners cultivate various certificates to summon and control ghosts and spirits, or even call upon the wind and rain. Just like military commanders use tiger talismans to mobilize troops, officials wield official seals to govern their territories. Different tiger talismans command different troops, and different official seals hold varying degrees of authority.

And with Ye Lingxiao's help, Ye Qingyu obtained a higher level of "credentials" in advance, so her divine abilities bloomed before the arrival of the gods!

With the power of blooming first, Ye Qingyu's path to becoming a deity was made smoother.

It is rare throughout history for someone to manifest divine powers before even being recognized as a deity, and yet such an exceptional ability, blooming with divine power. This is precisely the effect of Yun Zhuan, this unique and superior divine power, capable of such feats. It is only through the brilliance of a genius like Ye Lingxiao that such a conception could be formed and realized.

From plucking the Divine Ability Fruit from Chiyun Mountain to his trials on the Wunan battlefield, and now, every step of Ye Qingyu's cultivation has been following in Ye Lingxiao's nearly perfect design.

This is just one path.

She did grow up in a greenhouse, but that doesn't mean she isn't gifted or strong.

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Suffering is not worth reminiscing about.

What makes us grow is not the pain itself, but the part of ourselves that refuses to surrender in the face of pain!

As for Ye Lingxiao, the meaning of his hard work was to allow his daughter to not have to work so hard. All the painstaking efforts he made were to let Ye Qingyu walk a stable and smooth path to becoming a strong person.

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Just like Jiang Wang's conquests across the world, enduring countless hardships and trials over millennia, all he desires is for Jiang AnAn to be happy and safe.

But life is unpredictable. Ye Lingxiao probably never imagined that his beloved daughter, who was born on a cloud, would have any intersection with a young man from a town soaked in blood.

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Ye Qingyu herself didn't know when her heartstrings had become tangled.

At my fingertips, the strings are still within reach.

How to settle the strings in one's heart

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At this very moment, she was playing a piece composed by the former emperor, her heartstrings as taut as the melody.

Where is Jiang Wang now

Has the battle begun

Will he win what he wants after all these years of struggling so hard

In the midst of swirling mist and clouds, Ye Qingyu appeared more ethereal than ever. However, her playing grew faster and more frantic with each note, as if a thousand troops were charging and ten thousand horses were galloping on the qin's strings!

Yu Zhen's dancing became heavier and heavier, every move as if burdened by a heavy debt!

People's auditory and visual senses are increasingly heightened, completely immersed in the atmosphere created by *The March of Breaking Through Ranks*, as if they have already arrived on that bloody battlefield.

Recalling the past, Emperor of Humanity pursued the Dragon Emperor, slaying the nine sons of the Dragon Emperor as nine seals. The river ran red!

In the last, intense final note, everything came to a halt.

The Dragon Palace awakens from its dream.

Yu Zhen lowered her head and stood still, caressing her face with her hand, her features now concealed by the mask adorned with a branch of bodhi.

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Ye Qingyu stood there motionless, her hands caressing the strings, her ten fingers dripping with blood.

The clouds and mist transformed into a drizzle of cattle hair.

Her long eyelashes, too, seemed to be beaded with mist.

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“All who bear burdens, unwilling to let go.”

All those with lingering attachments, unable to look back.

“All who have traveled a long and arduous journey...”

"Therefore, with this song... as your farewell!"

Ding ding ding dong! Dong! Dong!

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Whispers in my ear sound like a lyre's music.

The full extent of Jiang Wang's powerful soul manifests in the realm of Shenlin, where spiritual consciousness can outwardly interfere with reality.

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Among the cultivators of his age, none could compare to his spiritual domain.

This is far more than just powerful spiritual energy; it's the accumulation of unparalleled wisdom.

His realm of hearing the celestial voices was completed in the Shenxiao world, and his true source fire world was perfected in the Fulu world.

He has been through the realm of mountains and seas, where fantastical imaginings become reality.

He had once witnessed the ascension of the Divine Thunder world.

He has also witnessed the collapse of the Saha World.

He observed the long history of ups and downs.

He saw many clashes of half-transcended and transcended beings!

In the end of the floating world, he did not seek truth from his mother.

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Because he had already gotten it.

His perfect way of self-realization, he had already understood how to achieve it.

But compared to truth, he wanted something else. He knew it, and Chongxuan knew it too.

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Therefore, this is how things are today.

Therefore, he attended the Dragon Palace banquet but left midway.

Zhong Xuan always seems hard to understand, but in the end I always support him.

He is still quite a distance from truly living in the moment.

When he controls the fire in this world, controls the sounds in this world, controls the swords in this world.

How can people say that he has not seen through the truth of this world

At least within this spiritual domain's reach, during this terrifying time when the Three Realms were in chaos, he attained true enlightenment!

It is not truly without a hole, but possesses the fighting power of a true hole.

He is absolutely the top-tier God of this era!

Zhuang Gaoxian looked at Jiang Wang at this moment, and he found that he couldn't see him clearly.

This person's aura was a chaotic blend of light and shadow, with both blazing fires and blossoming flowers, as well as flashes of sword energy rising and falling, and the resounding clang of great bells.

This is a simple response.

He alone could clearly see the pair of eyes that were devoid of any pretense of hatred, crimson orbs that overshadowed all other light.

And...

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Jiang Wang drew his sword at this moment.

Since its return from the floating world, the sword has never been unsheathed again.

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> After this sword was drawn, it inexplicably vanished from sensory perception.

Jiang Wang and his sword, seemed to no longer exist, not even the instinctive awareness was blurred.

It's truly an assassin's blade!

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Within five steps, the emperor's blood will stain the ground.

Zhuang Gaoxian sneered coldly, "To hide one's true intentions from superiors is beneath me. Do you think I am unaware"

Golden air surged around him, rising like a dragon.

Dressed in a white robe with yellow borders and crowned, he exuded an air of majesty at this moment, with life and death resting in his hands!

That is known as the dragon qi of the Son of Heaven!

The Son of Heaven has decreed, and all under heaven shall submit.

Eight handles in hand, who dares not obey

Shape, sound, smell, taste, touch, where can you escape

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At this moment, he reigned supreme, using all his senses to precisely pinpoint his opponent!

After that, he heard the sound of a sword.

At this time, a cry! A lasting cry!

He tried his utmost to catch it, thus amplifying his five senses. In turn, this amplified Jiang Wang's sword strike as well.

This is the best choice at this moment, but not in the overall course of the war.

Jiang Wang prepared very thoroughly!

Zhuang Gaoxian's world of auditory perception, was completely filled by the sound of that sword cry.

Therefore, he did not hear that slight "click" sound.

On the river, a man with disheveled hair and dirt on his face came, dragging a long spear behind him, wading through the water.

Zhuango Xian's eyes, which beheld the world, were illuminated by sword light into a blinding white.

Thus, he failed to see that beyond the sword light, there was still more sword light.

On the Tianma Plateau, where thorns, grass, and scenery were jointly sealed off, making it a place rarely visited by humans, there was a man with a ragged beard and a haggard face sitting on a high cliff, facing the long river.

Zhuang Gaoxian's senses, enlarged by his own volition, blinded him in turn, causing him to be intimidated by Jiang Wang's sword.

The highest being in the world, he had truly come into contact with only one: Huang Jinmo.

Today he met the second one.

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Therefore, great fear and terror arose!

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With his insight into the true nature of the world, both through seeing and hearing, he was still able to be disrupted, even for this infinitesimal moment. This made him feel the immense power of ancient immortal arts that once flourished in the world.

The Heavenly Emperor bestowed upon him boundless might with his dragon qi. The moment he dispelled the interference given by the Ear Immortal and Eye Immortal, he saw the Big Dipper shift its position, with white snow falling from the sky.

One sword, and the world shall be winter!

Feel the killing intent of heaven and earth, all things annihilated.

Thus, he understood why Jiang Wang dared to teach him swordsmanship!

Zhuang Gaoxian's sword was already drawn, but he did not choose to collide head-on. Instead, he once again employed Nan Yuan Bei Ze, causing Jiang Wang, who came wielding a sword, to retreat continuously.

With his keen eyesight, it wasn't difficult to see that maintaining his current state of three realms and a false reality was extremely taxing on the soul. Not many gods in heaven and earth could withstand such a drain.

Under such a cognitive premise, avoiding the sharp edge is obviously the most correct battle choice.

But he had apparently also forgotten that his initial intention was to crush his opponent regardless of the cost. He had obviously forgotten that he, as a mortal man in this world, should avoid the edge of a divine presence!

In his vision, Jiang Wang kept retreating, but within his perception, the threat was not far away.

Click!

The sound of splashing water was crystal clear this time.

He suddenly turned back, and saw his once-proud general, the one he had intended to entrust with the White Feather Army, Zhuang Guo's number one talent—the true first of Zhuang Guo, Zhu Wei!

Although his hair was like withered grass and his face was marred with age, when he held his spear aloft and strode towards them through the water...

>There are golds in the ten thousand li of the long river.

May three-legged golden crows rise up behind me!

All the sunlight was gathered by those golden feathers.

A sea of gold engulfed all in an instant, then contracted in a flash, condensing into a single point at the tip of the spear.

This point of gold, this dazzling brilliance in the wild world, just like a spark on Zhuang Gaoxian's brow, still unmatched by anyone in the world!

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Traitors and scoundrels, as expected, have joined forces!

Zhuang Gaoxian was not surprised.

As early as in the city of Budu, these two traitors had already brazenly sat together.

Later, when the Mohist school failed to capture Zhu Wei, he knew this man would come for him sooner or later.

Such two people would be linked together and appear today, which he had anticipated.

The powerful divine abilities of Nanduan and Beizhe are clashing with Jiang Wang's three realms. But the methods of true immortals of this era go far beyond that.

He merely dodged the blade, seeking a more secure victory. There is no existence that cannot be opposed!

The Emperor's wrath moved like thunder. With a roar of anger, he stirred the celestial energy of Jade Void, summoning the divine lightning of Jade Purity. From high above the nine heavens, a pillar of lightning descended, striking straight at Zhu Weiwo.

Like a celestial deity wielding a thunderbolt, striking down a tiny golden crow in the mortal realm!

This is the Taoist art of the celestial hierarchy. It's not taught to many people even on Yu Jing Mountain!

But at this moment, Zhuang Gaoxian's heavenly spirit felt a sharp pain.

He couldn't help but look up, as if seeing a figure of ultimate despair, sitting alone on the plateau, seeming to be high in the heavens!

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That person suddenly opened their dead fish eyes, which were covered by messy hair, and pointed forward!

The ultimate, razor-sharp streaks of light pierce through mountains and rivers, descending from the heavens!

His Yu Xu Shen Lei was actually pierced through in the heavens, and even while it was still forming, it dissipated. The streak of light seemed to have been waiting there all along, specifically targeting that bolt of divine thunder.

The thunderclap ceased, and the lightning pillar that had fallen was split cleanly in two from the middle!

This is a sword that has been nurtured for too long, accumulating power for far too long.

The number one flying sword in the world——

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