The Thunder God of the Nine Heavens snorted coldly, slashed his thunder saber, transforming it into an endless net of blades that enveloped the area.
Clang!
Struck by purple lightning, Zhao Heng was flung backward, blood flowing from his mouth and nose.
He had been attacked by Bai Qigu and Yan Chong in tandem, barely holding on for a long time, his strength greatly depleted, making it impossible to reach his peak in a short time.
Just as the Thunder God of the Nine Heavens was about to finish off the two small mosquitoes with one strike, a sword light suddenly blazed behind him. It seemed like a purple Milky Way rising into the heavens, with waves crashing and flowing endlessly, filled with the spirit of a gentleman striving unceasingly, step by step transforming into a dragon, flying toward the highest heavens.
“Cursed!” roared the Thunder God, raising his saber to slash downward eight times, finally stretching out his arms. Nine purple dragons bared their fangs and claws, guiding the long saber.
Boom!
The air collapsed, yin and yang clashed, thunder roared terrifyingly. The purple star river swallowed the electric dragons, tearing them to shreds.
Clang! Blade and sword collided. Qi Zhengyan flew backward, blood spraying from his mouth, electric sparks dancing across his skin, piercing through Mei Xia, breaking through the clouds.
The Thunder God of the Nine Heavens bore deep killing intent, ready to strike again, while Ruan Yushu, Zhao Heng, and Qi Zhengyan’s auras flickered like a candle in the wind, seemingly able to withstand only one more blow.
Suddenly, the Thunder God sensed something, turned to look toward where Meng Qi and Liu Mie Renmo were, and at the same time, the formation trembled and rippled, as if it were about to shatter.
Seeing the formation on the verge of collapse, the Thunder God gritted his teeth and immediately withdrew. The mosquitoes could be killed anytime; his own safety was paramount.
Seeing this, Ruan Yushu closed her eyes, leaned back, and fainted.
…
“What kind of saber technique is this…” Liu Mie Renmo stood like a wooden chicken, his voice drifting.
Meng Qi looked toward the distance, seeing the Thunder God fleeing, Zhao Heng and Qi Zhengyan still standing, then calmly said, “This saber technique was comprehended from the Wordless Stele. It is the embodiment of my inner world’s integration, most suited to myself, even stronger than using techniques beyond my level.”
“The saber is named, Pangu’s Creation!”
Liu Mie Renmo thought of the deep crack on the Wordless Stele, then felt his own saber wound, and couldn’t help but laugh bitterly, “Indeed, exactly the same…”
The saber mark deepened on his forehead, this trend slowly spreading downward, his body gradually splitting open. Yet he saw stars, the sun, the golden crows, and the void all retracting into Meng Qi’s body, no longer stirring winds and clouds, leaving him astonished, “Why don’t you seize the opportunity to ascend? How rare is the chance to leap to a higher realm?”
Meng Qi smiled and said, “Some things, if you don’t know, you don’t need to worry about. But if you do know, you must understand them thoroughly, perfect them. The more solid the foundation, the further you can go in the future.”
In terms of his previous life, it could be said, “Sorry, I’m just someone with obsessive-compulsive tendencies…”
The entangled karma at least currently does not hinder his breakthrough. Even though his physical body borrowed from Su Zi Yuan, it only affects his mindset, requiring more time and leaving potential dangers. Previously, with the Tang Clan matter, Meng Qi mainly wanted to practice the “Karmic Adhesion” technique. Now, he aimed to eliminate hidden dangers.
With no regrets at the mysterious pass, he naturally had to strive for his own perfection.
“Aren’t you afraid of losing the opportunity?” Liu Mie Tianmo looked at his head splitting open, the deep saber mark spreading down his body, his chest and abdomen revealing internal organs and spine.
“Opportunity…” Meng Qi’s lips curled into a smile, unconcerned, then said, “Scholar Zhuangyuan, although I’ve killed a few demon cultivators, surely it’s not enough for you to plot meticulously to kill me during your grand schemes?”
After being slashed by Meng Qi, Liu Mie Renmo’s aura changed again, clearly revealing himself as Scholar Zhuangyuan Fan Changmiao!
Fan Changmiao’s head split open, extremely grotesque, held together only by a thread of yuan-shen, he sneered, “Come ask me in the underworld… later…”
With a plop, his body finally split into two halves, collapsing lifelessly.
Looking at his corpse, Meng Qi mused, “The Tianmen Sect or Fan Changmiao must possess a secret technique to conceal their cultivation and realm perfectly. Even experts beyond the external scenery would find it hard to detect unless they attacked with full strength. Moreover, it can mimic auras and change appearances. Unlike the Eight-Nine Transformation, the simulated technique isn’t their forte. Once they engage in combat, unless the enemy is extremely weak, they will immediately lose the transformed aura and appearance…”
“Truly living up to the reputation of the demons’ thousand transformations…”
“Was the head of the Ningzhou Gu family that Fan Changmiao met the Illusory Tianmo?”
“No wonder Fan Changmiao went out of the capital to meet Yan Chong. Probably, after teaming up with the Illusory Tianmo to kill the head of the Zhongzhou Escort Agency, it was just a convenient cover to hide their tracks…”
This was Meng Qi’s deduction based on their recent confrontation.
While pondering, Meng Qi crouched down and searched Fan Changmiao’s body.
Since treasures are hard to conceal, and wearing a Jiezi Ring would draw too much attention, Meng Qi found only a sharp long sword, a pair of thin black gloves as delicate as cicada wings, and a bag of silver coins, along with a silver badge of the Six Gates on Fan Changmiao’s corpse.
He gathered his qi and leaped, rushing toward Ruan Yushu and the others.
Zhao Heng and Qi Zhengyan had already begun preliminary treatment for Ruan Yushu, but she remained unconscious, her breath weakening irreversibly, seemingly a severe consequence of the Heaven-Shaking Earth-Trembling Melody.
The Heaven-Shaking Earth-Trembling Melody, inherited from Fu Huang, was so terrifying that even with an innate affinity for the zither, Ruan Yushu had spent years unable to master it. Only after gaining enlightenment from the Breeze-Descent Immortal Melody was she able to play the first passage, revealing both its formidable power and the severe backlash it entailed.
Moreover, the Heaven-Shaking Earth-Trembling Melody was a continuous sequence of notes, while the Langhuan Twelve Divine Sounds could be played note by note, not requiring multiple notes simultaneously, thus less physically draining.
Without hesitation, Meng Qi directly took out his Great Rejuvenation Pill, fed it to Ruan Yushu, and began guiding the meridians and activating the blood circulation to accelerate the pill’s effect.
After a while, Ruan Yushu slowly regained consciousness. Although her breath had not fully recovered, at least the decline had stopped.
At this moment, the voice of the Master of the Sixfold Karmic Retribution simultaneously echoed in the ears of the four: “The Qionghua Banquet was unexpectedly interrupted. Three questions have been completed, all as champions. The main mission is judged as completed, awarding one thousand five hundred virtuous merits to each person.”
“Due to the non-lethal injuries of the team members and other unexpected situations, to ensure the secrecy of the karmic retribution, return will be allowed after seven days.”
Damn it, the Sixfold Karmic Retribution is really a pain! Meng Qi couldn’t help but curse inwardly, but at least none of them were mortally wounded.
However, upon reflection, this was the first time such a situation had occurred; in other karmic worlds, the Sixfold Retribution had never feared others seeing Him taking away the participants! There were always various phenomena to obscure it!
Does this indicate something special about their own world?
Or is the Master of the Sixfold Karmic Retribution worried about something?
…
The saber light flowed like water, changing the heavens and earth; the formation directly halted its operation. Though Sima Shi was within arm’s reach, he had already been dragged away by several external scenery experts, making rescue impossible.
Meanwhile, Su Yue and other divine constables found their vision turning black and white, unable to move.
The formation was like a frozen water curtain, pierced by the saber light, landing on the old emperor.
In an instant, the old emperor aged thirty years, his hair and teeth fell out, wrinkles deep enough to crush mosquitoes.
His vision blurred, nearing death, he unconsciously recalled his lifelong ambition: to revive the imperial family, not necessarily to suppress the aristocratic families, but at least to escape their control.
After enduring hardships for so long, today he finally saw hope.
Prince Qi must succeed!
Once a breach occurred, the entire formation collapsed. The formation trembled, on the verge of destruction, unable to stop the various experts from breaking free.
The old emperor saw the “Celestial Emperor” step forward, exiting the formation, ascending high into the sky, and slashing toward the palace from afar.
Time was like a saber, the saber like time, aging people and decaying things. The golden dragon, a manifestation of the power of all beings, withered and decayed, instantly crumbling. The divine capital’s grand protective formation cracked open a gap.
Zhao Wuyan’s forehead was surrounded by purple light and golden electricity, seemingly repelling and absorbing simultaneously, right at the crucial moment. His right-hand Imperial Sword flew out, vast and mighty, guiding the formation, filled with the majesty of the human emperor, barely blocking the saber light!
The formation was like water, the breath of all beings flowing, continuously shining, yet constantly decaying. The sword flashed and turned, possessing its own spirit, but without a master, finally, under the “Celestial Emperor’s” brilliance, it was split by a single saber strike.
Zhao Wuyan’s left hand, the Nine Dragon Seal, flew out. Nine true dragons manifested, coiling upward, guiding the formation together with the Imperial Sword, barely holding off the Celestial Emperor!
Seeing this, Cui Qingyu retrieved his sword and communicated with the distant allies. The other aristocratic clan experts blocked Sima Shi and several divine constables.
The Yulin Garden, where the formation had collapsed, was now a wasteland, water gushing from deep cracks in the ground, resembling the end of the world.
In Pingjin City, Di Prefecture, a refined middle-aged man with a long beard of five strands was sitting in meditation, surrounded by purple energy.
Suddenly, he opened his eyes and drew the sword resting on his knee.
Zheng!
Cui Qingyu’s sword emitted purple clouds, soaring into the sky as if it had its own spirit, slashing toward the palace.
As the sword passed, the grand protective formation of the Divine Capital ceased to function naturally!
The Nine Dragon Seal and the Imperial Sword were struggling to resist the Celestial Emperor. The golden electricity and purple light swirling around Zhao Wuyan’s forehead slowly receded inward, powerless to resist this sword. It seemed it would soon slash into the palace.
At this moment, the void behind Zhao Wuyan rippled, as if an invisible person were present.
“Red dust is like a prison, all beings suffer, the cycle never ceases, worries and calamities never end. Pity the people of the world, a god descends from heaven, the Eternal Mother, the Pure Land of Emptiness!”
A finger, seemingly white and transparent, suddenly appeared, growing larger and larger, pointing directly at the sword surrounded by purple energy.
“Long live the Eternal Mother, the Pure Land of Emptiness!”
Bodhi flowers fell like lotus petals, and ethereal voices continued to sound.
Dushi Fawang! Cui Qinghe, located in Pingjin, Di Prefecture, his eyes blazed with purple light. The sword in the sky became the embodiment of law, each slash halting the grand formation’s operation.
However, the Pure Land Fawang was no weaker, and the two sides were locked in a stalemate.
Boom!
A terrifying thunderclap erupted in midair, golden-purple lightning flickered faintly. Prince Qi Zhao Wuyan’s vortex on his forehead suddenly shrank into his body, his entire being radiating light, as if forged from celestial treasures, a terrifying aura rolling upward, piercing the clouds.
Outside the imperial city, Doumu Yuanyun witnessed this, opened her eyes, and with both hands forming seals, one hand’s back revealed star marks, while the other exuded a chaotic hue.
Drawn by this, the golden-purple lightning changed, first turning pure purple, then shifting into chaos.
Boom!
Chaos lightning struck down, and Zhao Wuyan let out a furious roar.
Bang! The palace pavilions near the Taiji Hall were swallowed by chaos, the golden light barely flickering before being devoured.
Zhao Wuyan’s roar echoed far and wide, growing weaker and weaker, with no follow-up…
“Let’s go.” Doumu Yuanyun stood up, her tone calm, reminding Qingyuan Miaodao Zhenjun.
The battle in midair abruptly ceased. The white finger hesitated, then disappeared, merging into the void.
The aged emperor, hearing the thunder without further consequence, his fading consciousness filled with sorrow, tears flowing from his eyes, dying with his eyes wide open.
Sima Shi and the few divine constables who knew the plan stopped resisting, no longer fighting.
The various experts were also stunned, unsure of what had happened.
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