Meng Qi and the Hegemon vanished simultaneously, revealing the path leading deep into the mausoleum of Master Chunyang before Master Da Lu. Without hesitation, he grasped the Yixin Sword, transformed into a streak of light, and flew forward.
Could Su Meng stall the Hegemon? For how long? If the Hegemon pursued, what should be done? If he himself couldn’t entangle Gourdo and Su Daji, what then? Even if successful in seizing the Primordial Unity Skill, the inheritance of Master Chunyang, and the upper cavern sword, this place would inevitably be exposed, drawing a swarm of predators. How could he reestablish the mausoleum and pass down the “Dao lineage”? Even if this matter were resolved perfectly, Gourdo and Su Daji could still spread the news widely, exposing the secret treasures obtained by the True Martial Sect and Xijian Pavilion to the eyes of ancient experts. How could such a situation be avoided?
Other Law Bodies might have similar thoughts at this moment, filled with worries and distractions. However, Master Da Lu was different. His mind focused solely on how to entangle his enemies, completely forgetting everything else, including all possible futures.
“Since childhood, I’ve been dull. If distracted, I would certainly fail to manage both sides properly. Therefore, when doing something, I only consider that one task, giving my utmost effort, without thinking about success or failure…” Master Da Lu once said these words to his wife. Neither humble nor arrogant, it was like his sword, always pointing toward the path beneath his feet.
Sword light weaving through, Master Da Lu noticed that all the layers of restrictions and mechanisms ahead had been completely opened. Evidently, Gourdo had used the Tianzhu Axe’s power of Celestial Punishment, splitting mountains and diverting rivers without any pause toward the main burial chamber. The legendary-grade restrictions, weakened by the erosion of time and the impact of battles with the Hegemon, had long been on the verge of collapse, offering no resistance whatsoever.
Chasing step by step, Master Da Lu’s Law Body, covered with scars and cracks, showed noticeable healing. Named the Indestructible Metal Body, it undoubtedly possessed supernatural resilience, hardness, and sharpness.
Suddenly, his vision brightened as a bronze door stood open ahead. The main burial chamber was illuminated by ever-burning candles. A bronze coffin, covered in verdigris, was not placed in the center but at the eastern wall. Its lid bore neither a soul-stabilizing lamp nor talismanic patterns.
Facing the entrance was a cloud bed, wreathed in ethereal mist, within which floated three clear, long swords, each pointing directly at the heart. Merely seeing them, troubles, desires, and greed seemed severed in an instant, vanishing without a trace.
The three swords formed a sword array, at its core floated two jade statues. One was the venerable, white-haired Jade Statue of the Moralist Celestial Venerable; the other was the refined and graceful Jade Statue of Master Chunyang. From Master Da Lu’s understanding of the Chunyang Sect, the latter represented the true inheritance of Master Chunyang’s Dao lineage, while the former symbolized the profound power of the Primordial Unity Skill. They radiated a hazy clarity, illuminating the surroundings like a dream. Gourdo and Su Daji stood ahead, their faces flickering with shifting light and shadow, momentarily stunned as their greed had been severed.
Sensing the arrival of a formidable enemy, the demon and the man turned sharply, seeing Master Da Lu charging with his sword.
“Where is the Hegemon?” Su Daji’s voice was soft and alluring, yet subtly astonished.
Could they have actually passed the Hegemon’s blockade?
Even though the Hegemon was arrogant and not worried about potential cultivators growing stronger, even encouraging them by leaving them a chance to survive, it was still an entirely different matter from breaking through his obstruction!
One could say the Hegemon demonstrated the ultimate strength of a Celestial Immortal, unmatched in the past or future. Though Master Da Lu and Su Meng possessed many unique traits and excelled in sword techniques, they were still far from matching the Hegemon. Yet now, the Hegemon had not arrived; instead, Master Da Lu had caught up!
How could this be?
Could they have the strength to defeat or stall the Hegemon together? Could Su Meng have hidden a powerful trump card?
Just thinking about it was enough to send chills down one’s spine!
Not only Su Daji but also Gourdo found it hard to believe his eyes when he noticed the pursuer was Master Da Lu. He knew full well the Hegemon’s power, something not even the combined strength of techniques, skills, or legendary traits could match. Could it be that Su Meng had obtained an ultimate divine weapon left by the Primordial Celestial Venerable, one fully awakened?
Noticing their slight daze from shock, Master Da Lu struck without hesitation.
The sword light was clear and bright, illuminating the burial chamber like daylight, making the ever-burning lamps seem dim. It swept downward, splitting into threads that formed arrays of sword formations, each depicting the mysteries of the Four Swords of Slaying Immortals, encircling Gourdo and Su Daji at the center.
Amidst the chaotic sword formations, the sword qi slashed and destroyed everything.
At that moment, the formation suddenly expanded, then collapsed, losing its sharpness and ferocity as the Tianzhu Axe, radiating ripples of water, cut straight through it. Gourdo revealed his immortal true form, manifesting the myriad aspects of nature, while Su Daji’s nine white tails filled the chamber.
After landing the first blow, Gourdo was slightly taken aback, then smiled: “If you were uninjured and at full strength, even wielding the Tianzhu Axe, I might have lost. But now, killing you is just a matter of a few breaths.”
He stepped forward, raised the great axe, and transmitted his voice to Su Daji behind him: “I’ll handle Da Lu. You quickly seize the inheritance before anything else happens and complications arise.”
Master Da Lu might not be good at multitasking, but that didn’t mean he was foolish or incapable of thinking. After that initial strike, he had already assessed his situation. Even relying on his exquisite control and divine sword techniques, he was no match for the current Gourdo or Su Daji. To entangle them, relying solely on a desperate fight and hoping for a breakthrough in the heat of battle was nearly impossible.
The scenes from before flashed through his mind—the burial chamber, cloud bed, coffin, and ever-burning lamp clearly reappeared. An experienced expert like Master Da Lu suddenly seized upon an inspiration in an instant.
His sword suddenly vibrated, layers of sword light intertwining into a spiral, sweeping powerfully toward Gourdo. Gourdo raised his axe, its Dao traces glowing, the blade turning pitch-black and terrifyingly deep, capable of devouring all things. He met the sword light head-on. Su Daji’s nine fox tails flailed in the air, and a few small banners in her hands quickly dispersed the ethereal mist around the cloud bed.
The spiral sword light struck the axe, being absorbed into the darkness, but everything has yin and yang. After being torn apart and devoured, a small portion of the sword light scattered or was expelled.
Suddenly, a subtle yin force was born, riding this momentum to rebound toward the side!
The side was where the bronze coffin stood—the bronze coffin at the eastern side!
Gourdo’s expression changed slightly, and a sense of foreboding rose in his heart. Master Da Lu’s sword strike, with its supreme control, had secretly hidden a faint yin force. Ostensibly attacking him, it was actually aimed at the bronze coffin.
As the coffin of a legendary master, it must have the strongest restrictions within the mausoleum. Once triggered, it would pose a significant hindrance to Gourdo and Su Daji. As for himself, Master Da Lu had not even considered the consequences.
Lightning suddenly surged from Gourdo’s manifestation of the natural world, pursuing the yin sword light at an unparalleled speed, attempting to neutralize it.
But at that moment, the yin sword light itself dissipated, seemingly only an illusion.
Bang!
The lightning struck the bronze coffin, and the yin sword light reformed and struck again.
Light flared, and the bronze coffin suddenly trembled.
Creaking!
The coffin lid slowly shifted. Gourdo and Su Daji both felt a chill in their hearts, wanting to abandon their attempts to seize the inheritance and intercept Master Da Lu, to prevent the coffin from fully opening.
No! Gourdo, once a ruthless warlord, had changed slightly after becoming a deity, but his nature remained unchanged. Regaining his composure, he transmitted his voice to Su Daji:
“Never mind the coffin for now. Seize the inheritance first, don’t end up with nothing!”
Whatever was inside the bronze coffin, they could deal with it after it emerged. Perhaps it would even attack Master Da Lu first?
Then, he blocked Master Da Lu’s next sword strike with his axe.
Creaking!
The coffin lid opened, and Gourdo suddenly laughed, for inside was completely empty, as if only a lingering will remained, with no remains or arrangements!
Master Da Lu had wasted his efforts!
The lingering will emerged from the ancient bronze coffin, echoing in the main burial chamber, transforming into an elegant voice murmuring: “Who am I? Who is me?”
Who am I? Who is me? The eerie words made Su Daji, who had seized everything, shudder, while Master Da Lu recalled the sight from the Dongyang Secondary Mansion long ago.
Gourdo, puzzled, stepped forward with his massive body, ready to cut down Master Da Lu with his axe.
At that moment, a man in a green robe appeared behind Master Da Lu. He looked perplexed at the ancient bronze coffin, repeating the words: “Who am I? Who is me?”
He returned so quickly… Master Da Lu had never imagined Meng Qi, who had held off the Hegemon, could return so fast.
To this, Meng Qi could only have one thought: gratitude to the Bag of Innate Origin, gratitude to the Holy Monk Da Zhi, gratitude to the Buddha Maitreya.
Yet at this moment, only one thing occupied his mind:
Who am I? Who is me?
Could it be that Master Chunyang was also a manifestation of the Azure Emperor, who had once studied under the Moralist Celestial Venerable?
Were it the Azure Emperor and the Donghuang Bell that “sent” them to the Middle Ages, could their return be pursued from that angle?
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