The majestic and sacred statue extended its right hand, holding a deep-bottomed “disc” that shimmered with metallic luster. Within the disc was a pool of “liquid,” upon which floated tiny bits of “residue.” Meng Qi and others were part of this “residue.”
This vividly described the current scene, though the actual contrast and disparity between the two sides were even greater!
After hearing the proclamation of the Dharma King of Salvation, Gurdo raised the Heaven-Sundering Axe, unleashing its terrifying might within the Nine Heavens to the extreme. He conjured a hazy, ethereal Immortal’s Pool and swung it powerfully toward the illusory chains and shackles, attempting to cleave a path to survival.
Puh!
The axe light struck the manifested laws, washing away their surface brilliance. Yet in the end, it couldn’t shake their essence, only causing slight tremors. Meanwhile, Su Wuming, whose sword always moved faster than his words, seized the moment before the “Other Self” connection was completely severed. Through his Other Self, he summoned the power of corresponding universes and worlds. Dozens of Su Wuming swung their swords together, unleashing a glorious strike. Unfortunately, his blow, like Gurdo’s, and like that of Master Lu and Han Guang, failed to inflict any real damage upon the shackles and seals.
At the same time, core fragments of the Heaven Mirror, fragments of the Donghuang Bell, the broken Seven-Colored Branch, and bracelet fragments, all deeply influenced over the years by the Jade Pond’s golden water, were temporarily unable to display their divine abilities.
As they watched the Jade Pond surge into violent waves, appearing to boil, and the illusory chains and shackles tightening ever more, a flicker of anxiety involuntarily crossed Gurdo’s heart.
Damn that Dharma King of Salvation for going this far!
Moreover, who exactly was the Venerable Mother Wu Sheng? Without even manifesting her true form, she had merely used prior arrangements and a fragment of her consciousness to extract the Jade Pond from the Nine Heavens, without suffering any backlash or resistance!
At that very moment, they heard the sound of an illusion shattering. They witnessed the water level of the Jade Pond plummeting rapidly, as though a Kun fish had dived into the depths, opening its enormous maw to swallow the pond’s waters!
Ka-cha!
Cracks appeared along the Jade Pond’s edges and visible bottom, and the water kept seeping into these cracks without resurfacing.
The protruding illusory chains and shackles gradually became transparent and wobbled precariously.
Honglong!
The high clouds above the Jade Pond collapsed, and the condensed, misty vapor below began to disintegrate continuously. In the blink of an eye, the area became a wasteland of ruins.
This… Gurdo turned in stunned disbelief, gazing toward the center of the Jade Pond, where within the ruins of the palace stood “Frenzied Blade” Su Meng.
His left hand elongated, extending a verdant small tree into the Jade Pond. Chaotic and hazy light was wildly rushing into the tree from all directions.
This green sapling floated with a moist luster, exuding an aura as if the Dao itself had descended. Its branches were slowly growing longer and greener, its trunk becoming more solid, radiating a sense of joy.
“What kind of treasure is this?” Gurdo felt the Heaven-Sundering Axe in his hand tremble slightly, sensing brewing violence, as if it had encountered a dangerous foe worthy of attention.
Han Guang slightly furrowed his brows, as if deep in thought trying to identify what it was. Master Lu and Su Wuming also instinctively turned their gazes toward the Dao Tree.
The Dharma King of Salvation stood motionless on the shoulder of the Venerable Mother Wu Sheng’s divine statue, as if unable to believe the scene before him:
The Jade Pond, intended as the core material for an ultimate divine weapon, was being absorbed by an unknown green sapling!
Floating with wish-light, the Venerable Mother Wu Sheng’s statue’s eyes suddenly glowed with a silver-white hue. With a slight tremble and confusion, she murmured softly, “Epoch?”
The voice faded, the statue collapsed, dissolving into countless wish-light particles that wrapped around the Dharma King of Salvation and whisked him away from the Nine Heavens.
Realizing the situation was beyond salvaging, though filled with anger, Wu Sheng did not linger pointlessly. She decisively withdrew. At present, she was merely a fragment of consciousness returned, temporarily forming this divine body through the power of worship and prayers. Without the Jade Pond’s binding, she likely couldn’t withstand the counterattacks of the Dharma Bodies. Would she stay around waiting for retaliation?
With the Jade Pond’s ruler retreating, this realm completely collapsed, filled with darkness and broken, dim vapor.
Within this “darkness,” fierce beams of light shot skyward as fragments of divine weapons and treasures instinctively sought escape routes!
Meng Qi had long been eyeing one particular object—the core fragment of the Heaven Mirror.
In his left hand, he grasped the Dao Tree, now with a sturdy trunk, eight branches, and fifty-six leaves, radiating a soft green glow. He sensed a gentle yet formidable power flowing back into him. His crown parted, and once more, clusters of chaotic, misty auspicious clouds rose, shimmering with an eerie light like dripping eaves.
After this absorption, he could finally receive some feedback from the “Dao Tree”!
Meng Qi clenched the Hegemon’s Supreme Blade in his right hand, his body enveloped in chaotic dark radiance as he charged toward the core fragment of the Heaven Mirror, striving to seize it by force.
However, the moment the “Supreme Infinite Primordial Auspicious Cloud” appeared, the Seven-Colored Broken Branch suddenly shifted direction and fiercely swept toward Meng Qi.
With a crack, the chaotic auspicious clouds atop Meng Qi’s head were directly brushed away, tilting sideways. The Seven-Colored Branch’s radiance dimmed significantly, as if it had consumed much power.
A branch crafted from seven treasures, such as colored glaze?
The Seven-Treasure Wondrous Tree?
It had actually shattered?
Only now did Meng Qi recognize the object that had suddenly struck him, to his surprise, it was the famous Seven-Treasure Wondrous Tree!
Did I offend you? Isn’t the one with the strongest aura currently Gurdo wielding the Heaven-Sundering Axe? Why target me? Blocked by the Seven-Treasure Wondrous Tree, Meng Qi slowed slightly, watching helplessly as Gurdo charged toward the Heaven Mirror’s core fragment.
Dang!
Fortunately, Master Lu timely intervened with his sword just then, blocking Gurdo. Once again, these old rivals met.
Though witnessing the Heaven-Sundering Axe’s might within the Nine Heavens, Master Lu showed no fear, only focus and reverence.
On the other side, the Mage Master Han Guang wielded a long blade in his right hand and the Yama Hand in his left, locked in a fierce duel with Su Wuming. Suspended between them was a bronze fragment engraved with an illusory river of time, currently gathering the power of time.
Other divine weapon fragments stirred restlessly, seemingly eager to join the battle. The scene was extraordinarily chaotic!
…
“Who am I?”
“Where am I?”
The little boy suddenly startled, as a flood of memories surged back. He was “Mage Master” Han Guang, one of the few terrestrial immortals in the world, who had been forcefully invading the Xuantian Sect, attempting to seize the Blade of Time, temporarily suffering a setback—how did he end up here?
Wasn’t this the experience of his childhood?
Had he fallen into a memory illusion, or had he truly returned to the past, reliving it all over again?
He collected his thoughts, discovering that aside from his memories and seasoned mentality, he had nothing—no proud cultivation base, no refined spiritual power, not even the ability to project his consciousness from his third eye.
Could an illusion be this vivid?
Or had I truly “reborn”? Han Guang furrowed his brows. His last memory was using the Emperor Version of the “Tathagata Palm” to counter the Blade of Time. Based on the enemy’s characteristics, could it be that he had indeed been sent back to the past, becoming what storytellers called “reborn”?
If I start anew, I will definitely do better than before—at least I won’t walk the edge of a cliff, barely surviving by balancing between opposing forces, struggling hard to find a way out, barely glimpsing the dawn!
“Making one temporarily return to the past—Creation can handle that. But truly rebirthing someone into the past, rewriting history instead of being a mere fragment of spacetime or another universe, that’s beyond comprehension. It would at least require a master of time techniques, a Creation-level or Nirvana-level figure, wouldn’t it? Has the Blade of Time awakened to this extent?” Han Guang grew increasingly puzzled the more he thought.
He was no idle dreamer, decisive by nature, and soon resolved to test the truth.
“This underground palace has a secret passage leading outside—even Shifu didn’t know about it. It wasn’t until I became sect leader and returned here to ‘pay respects’ to Shifu’s remains that I accidentally discovered it,” Han Guang swept his gaze around, then moved his little legs, thudding and clattering away.
After a while, within a tree hollow outside the city, a small boy suddenly emerged—none other than Han Guang.
Han Guang exhaled in relief, smiling and shaking his head. If this was truly a rebirth, there were indeed many advantages. He had easily avoided the deadly palace massacre among disciples that once nearly cost him his life.
He quickened his pace, exited the woods, and had just stepped onto the main road when he saw a Daoist approaching from the opposite direction.
This Daoist had more white than black hair, dressed meticulously, with a modest and reserved demeanor—clearly a cultivated gentleman.
Han Guang’s gaze froze instantly. This was an old nemesis—he had directly run into Xuantian Sect’s Keeper of Stillness!
Even in his childhood, this man had already been renowned across the land.
Observing a child alone on the road, Han Guang’s tattered clothes stained with blood, Keeper of Stillness felt both puzzled and compassionate, halting to ask, “Young lay devotee, where are your family members?”
Han Guang’s scalp prickled. Knowing his own grime and bloodstains, he could only tell nine parts truth and one fabrication, crying out, “Master Daoist, I’m so pitiful. My family was slaughtered by the Heaven-Exterminating Gate, and I was captured underground by evil cultivators, forced to kill each other. I… I barely found a secret passage to escape.”
Hearing it was the Heaven-Exterminating Gate’s doing, Keeper of Stillness’s expression turned grave. He carefully inquired for details, then based on Han Guang’s description, located the underground palace. After a fierce battle, he beheaded Han Guang’s former master.
“Indeed, you’re sharp-minded, quick-witted, and uphold your principles—truly a rare talent,” Keeper of Stillness said, looking at Han Guang. “Now that you have no home, would you be willing to take me as your master?”
Without decades of cultivation, Han Guang struggled slightly with emotional control. His mouth opened, staring blankly at Keeper of Stillness—what play was this?
In a moment of realization, he suddenly knelt down and respectfully kowtowed, saying, “Disciple pays respects to Master!”
Over the next forty years, Han Guang cultivated his mind and spirit within the Xuantian Sect, tolling bells and paying homage to deities, earning the deep favor of the Keeper of Stillness. Ultimately, he was able to inherit the complete legacy of the Emperor Jade Manuscript!
The radiant legacy flowed into Han Guang’s mind. Suddenly, his vision transformed, unveiling the shimmering Blade of Time.
Forty years passed like a single dream!
Han Guang seemed to understand something. Without hesitation, he braced against the blade’s strike. Seizing the moment before the killing formation fully closed and the grand array completely activated, he soared into the heavens.
His black hair now streaked with silver threads—he had lost five hundred years of lifespan from just that single strike.
Had he not consumed numerous longevity pills within the Reincarnation World, even a Celestial Immortal like himself would have perished from old age upon that blade’s strike!
But at least he had completed the Emperor Jade Manuscript!
The Blade of Time was truly unpredictable!
With a massive reduction in lifespan and his power at its lowest ebb, Han Guang prepared to retreat into the void and secretly return to the Heaven-Exterminating Gate.
Yet at this moment, a figure suddenly appeared before him—towering and majestic, wielding the Human Emperor Sword—Gao Lan.
Gao Lan stared coldly at the battered Han Guang, his voice low, “I originally intended to hunt some demon clan members, but unexpectedly ran into you.”
“But there are a few questions I’d like to ask you.”
Circumstances overpowered him. Han Guang could only force a smile, calmly replying, “I’ll speak all I know, withhold nothing.”
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