w could he possibly summon the true form of Zhu Rong!”“This is Zu Guanglie…” Mo Jingyu promptly severed the connection with the puppet Feiya. At this moment, he spread a pair of mechanical iron wings...Chapter One: His Remarkable Perseverance Had No AudienceThe sun hung high in the sky, casting its light and heat impartially upon all humankind. It made no distinction between young and old, rich and poor. Love was as indifferent as the sun itself.
When a young deer fords the stream, birds fly through the forest.
At first, only a dim red dot could be seen on the horizon, rapidly approaching.
Flames trailing like a fiery line, drawn across the heavens as if by a god's hand.
The country of Zhuang, with its thousands of miles of mountains and rivers, was almost consumed by this line of fire. Suddenly, a black light shot up into the sky, blocking their path.
A cold and ruthless connection was established between heaven and earth, with surging energy. In the four directions—east, south, west, and north—an array of lethal formations suddenly sprang to life, interconnected like a formidable web.
The northeastern corner of the Zhuang nation's sky was shrouded in dark clouds.
The sun suddenly disappeared behind the clouds.
A muffled grunt echoed through the air: "Nine Tribulations, Profound Yin!"
That point of light only tangled with the dark cloud for a moment before plummeting from the sky.
The dot was falling faster and faster, growing larger and larger, until finally...
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Like a meteor shower!
Outside the Maple Forest City, in the countryside, it was rare to see any people. There was only a small Taoist temple, which had long since fallen into disrepair.
"Boom!"
The fire point landed on the ground, smashing out a huge pit. But it seemed to be restrained by some force, and the aftereffects did not spread. When the rolling smoke and dust dissipated, a man in flames appeared.
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This man had sword brows that reached his temples, a handsome and dignified bearing. His crimson flame-patterned robe was intricately and anciently woven, making him stand out from the crowd. However, at this moment, his hair was disheveled and his robe had some tears, revealing a touch of embarrassment.
"Never would I have thought that Zuo Guanglie, like myself, would die in such a desolate backwater..." The man in the flame robe shifted his gaze, taking in his surroundings. With a hint of bewilderment, he asked, "What is this place called"
It was yet again twilight, and a star fell from the sky. Several beggars who had taken refuge in the dilapidated temple were utterly terrified and kowtowing outside its gate. Hearing someone asking them a question, one of them stammered out, "S-s... Immortal Master, this is at the outskirts of Fenglin City, and this temple... I... we don't know its name."
The man in the flame-colored robe moved his fingers slightly, ready to erase these beggars.
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In this age of great strife, nations wage war incessantly. But in recent years, no conflict has matched the ferocity of this Qin-Chu confrontation. Both sides deployed nearly 100,000 warriors. The river valley plains where the fighting raged were devoid of even a blade of grass, and craters stretched for hundreds of miles.
As a pivotal figure on the losing side, especially considering his solo charge through Hangu Pass that almost reversed the tide of battle, it's understandable that he would be relentlessly pursued by heaven and earth.
But, these beggars are also beggars from the State of Zhuang. The State of Zhuang actually dared to secretly assist the tyrannical Qin and allow it to set up ambushes within its borders to kill... These people should all die.
But Zuo Guanglie flipped his hand, extinguishing the sparks that emerged from his fingertips.
"Zu Guanglie ah Zu Guanglie, is this your magnanimity Venting your anger on these pitiful people who no one cares about"
Zuo Guanglie muttered to himself, sighed, and said, "Go on."
He turned his head, hands clasped behind him, his gaze fixed upon the inky sky. There, hidden in the shadows, lurked his enemies, a pack of powerful figures closing in like wolves – they were the very ones Zuo Guanglie sought to kill!
The beggars, as if pardoned, sprang to their feet and ran. Only the beggar who had spoken first hesitated for a moment, staring at the broken windowpane. But his companion tugged him roughly by the arm: "Do you want to die"
The beggars sprinted with their legs, perhaps never running so desperately for themselves in their entire lives.
Zuo Guanglie didn't shift his gaze, but his brows furrowed slightly. "Aren't you taking your companions with you"
Within the scope of his spiritual insight, there are no secrets.
The wooden statue of a deity in the Taoist temple was long gone, likely burned by beggars for fuel. But beneath the altar lay a child beggar, barely alive, motionless, perhaps counting down the days until his death - this was the reason the beggar had hesitated before.
It's natural for people to avoid bringing extra baggage when escaping. However, Zuo Guanglie couldn't simply ignore it.
Those who walk off the battlefield know best the meaning of comradeship. Left Guanglie was acutely aware of his body, nearing its end, but he would never forget what brought him to this day.
The beggar couldn't refuse the words of the mysterious fairy. They even swarmed back, one after another.
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I tried my best and was out of breath.
But to some who cast their eyes upon this place, they seemed no stronger than an ant, nor swifter than a snail.
It's... too slow!
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
The screeching sounds, dense and approaching quickly from the horizon.
A myriad of translucent water arrows, like a swarm of locusts, flew in. They were gathered by some force and shot towards Guanglie's side with blinding speed.
Water energy is surging wildly across this land.
A translucent arrow rain formed a giant funnel, covering half the sky!
This is the Qin army's most representative large-scale lethal Dao technique, a rain of ten thousand arrows.
Here it is!
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Zuo Guanglie looked up at the sky, the strong wind whipping his flaming robe and long hair. He raised his right hand. The wide sleeves of his crimson robe slipped down, revealing arms sculpted like jade.
Pale and strong.
A red orb of light emerged from his palm, and in the next instant, it blazed with intense brilliance. The blinding light radiated outwards in every direction.
Like Zuo Guanglie, he single-handedly raised a sun!
This was a unique method of Taoism created by him. At the age of fifteen, he became famous overnight with this technique at the confluence of the Yellow River.
Burning sun!
Countless translucent water arrows refracted the sunlight falling from the sky into a kaleidoscope of colors, only to be dyed red in the next instant.
It was an unbelievably furious, unbelievably raging crimson red!
With the Left Light and Right Fierce as the center, a hundred-zhang expanse of sky was enveloped in red, and the torrential arrows were all rendered useless.
This scene was so magnificent that it was difficult for anyone to notice the faint ink strokes at the edge of the painting.
Before the scorching sun could spread, an untold number of arrows had already rained down. The running beggars fell one after another. Their bodies were riddled with holes from the piercing shots.
They didn't even have time to scream before they died.
Life is so fragile.
"Massacre, is that your way" Zu Guanglie curled the corner of his mouth into a sneer, his words unknown to whom. But a pair of eyes as bright as stars were gradually being covered by a cold emotion.
"Whoever dares to hold back when killing Zuo Guanglie is a complete fool." Accompanied by an icy voice, a line of cultivators in dark-blue robes landed, faintly sealing off the four directions.
The chief cultivator's face was thin and pale. The dark robe on his body had frost patterns embroidered on the hems.
He had a pair of narrow and long eyes, and he stared intently at Zuo Guanglie with them: "Even an insignificant ant, do you see it in your eyes"
As he spoke, the robed cultivators who accompanied him began to form seals. Their movements were astonishingly synchronized, as if they had been carved from the same mold.
Eighteen translucent water snakes, half-formed at first, suddenly materialized in the air. They hissed and darted back and forth, charging towards Left Light Fierce.
From appearance to action, no time was wasted.
Such a low-level Taoist technique as the Serpent's Shackle became exceptionally fierce and brutal under their skillful manipulation.
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Left Guanglie's face remained unchanged. With both hands he pulled, and a flame blade materialized in his palm.
"Gongyang Bai."
He casually held the flaming sword, turning in mid-air several times, and chopped all the encroaching water snakes into two pieces.
For a Dao technique as formidable as the Flame Blade, he no longer needed to form seals.
"Since you've even brought out the Nine-Tailed Demon Yin Formation, why waste our lives with such trivial sorcery"
"Please don't misunderstand..." Gongyang Bai spread his hands in front of him, then suddenly raised them. "My respect!"
The falling serpent's body, instead of vanishing, burst forth in the next instant, its tails splitting and heads re-joining, creating a multitude of writhing segments.
One is divided into two, two into four...Under the influence of the Nine Evil Xuan Yin Array, these water snakes become increasingly ferocious.
This is a brand new transformation of the Kansa no Shibari, unprecedented. It can be said to have bestowed upon the Kansa no Shibari new life, giving this martial art a much broader scope of application. It must undoubtedly be the result of painstaking research by the Qin State's military department.
It's a den of vipers.
Hiss~hiss~hiss~
The sound was jarring and piercing to the heart.
A horde of menacing water snakes swarmed around Zuo Guanglie, their eyes glinting with malice. From all directions, it seemed as if he was trapped in an endless serpent's den!
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He seemed to be at his wit's end.
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But his voice still rings out, clear and unwavering.
“Even the formidable Nine Slayers Xuan Yin Formation is something he's willing to use. I should have died a long time ago. But this nameless temple...this place without even a name...how could such a nameless place be worthy of burying Zuo Guanglie!”
Flames suddenly erupted from his body.
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Burning fiercely, gnashing its teeth and claws.
This fire encounters objects and ignites, starting as a point and instantly spreading into a line.
Fire-walking Daoism, sweeping across the land.
At the age of seventeen, he used this technique to incinerate thousands of malevolent spirits, shaking the wilderness!
The entire water snake den was engulfed in flames, countless water snakes struggling and hissing in the fire, turning into steam.
In the billowing steam, Zhao Liguo rose to the sky with a mighty roar, his long hair flying wildly in the wind, his aura fierce and imposing.
Just at this moment, a hawk's cry suddenly rang out!
A black giant eagle swooped down from the sky, facing Li Guang with a sudden flap of its wings.
Hundreds of iron feathers, each wielding a blade, roared in, every flash of steel a different sword style, some ferocious, some insidious.
The blades flashed like a torrential downpour, crashing down and forcing Zuo Guanglie back into the snake pit.
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Organ Beast Knife Feather Hawk.
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A man with bare feet, wearing a mask and carrying a bronze chest on his back, stood on the back of a flying hawk, silent as the wind. Or perhaps, his words were already lost in the flash of steel.
Under the support of the Nine Evil Xuan Yin Formation, ten thousand snakes grew wildly and were constantly reborn. The art of setting fire to the prairie lost its enduring power and was slowly dissolved.
Those who guard for too long will inevitably lose. Constantly, water snakes would attack Zuo Guanglie, carving wounds onto his body and leaving trails of blood. At most, Zuo Guanglie would grunt in pain, waving his flaming sword with one hand, repelling the water snakes that attacked his vital points.
Thousands of snakes devour the body, while dark Yin slashes the soul.
His forehead, with veins throbbing visibly, showed the immense pain he was enduring, but his gaze remained resolute. His other hand still clutched at the incantation seals.
He never gave up for a moment!
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Gongyang Bai glanced at the man on Fei Ying's back, no longer hesitating. He clasped his ten fingers together, holding them before him, his long hair swaying without wind, "Surrender now, and you might still return to your homeland in one piece! Because...the power of this next spell is beyond my control!!"
The temperature plummeted, a touch of frost forming on his brow. The entire chaotic cavern was frozen, covered in a layer of ice.
This is the utmost yin, the coldest, and unbreakable extreme cold Xuan Bing.
And this arcane art is a secret technique passed down through the Gongyang family of Qin, a renowned clan who wielded it through their bloodline. It is known as Xuanbing Jail.
Whoever enters this dungeon, will have their breath condense into frost after one breath, their blood freeze solid after two breaths, and their body turn to corpse within three.
The water snake froze into an ice snake, and even Zuo Guanglie was covered in frost.
Gong Yang Bai's silent gaze watched all of this, the next breath, was blood frozen.
Suddenly, everyone present heard the sound of a raging river. That surging and tumultuous flow was Zuo Guanglie's blood boiling!
"Rage! Blood! Burn! Soul!"
The flaming robe burns, the long hair burns, the eyebrows burn, the flesh and blood burn, the soul...burns!
Body and mind, life and soul, all that is burns.
The ice turned to water, the water to steam. No matter if it was a chaotic snake's pit or an icy prison, everything crumbled in an instant. In the swirling white steam, Zuo Guanglie had become a human torch.
He lowered his head, gazing at his blazing hands, and murmured, "Indeed worthy of being a forbidden art of the imperial court. In this power, I seem to see... the true nature of fire."
Then suddenly looked at the sky, Dao Yu Fei Ying, "Too weak."
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As soon as the words left his mouth, he appeared in mid-air.
The barefoot masked man descended with a flip, his entire body falling in reverse. He let the precious knife feather eagle be consumed by the raging flames!
"Too weak, Mo Jingyu!" Zuo Guanglie crossed his hands, and in an instant, his spell was complete.
One after another, the blooming fire flowers seemed to spring from thin air yet endlessly flourished. The entire sky was engulfed by flames, and in this battleground between heaven and earth, everything burned fiercely.
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Even the Nine Illnesses Xuan Yin Array condensing in the sky, its murderous clouds seemed like kindling for a raging fire!
Fireflowers burn the city!
This art can be said to be Zu Guanglie's most genius creation. At nineteen years old, he used this art to break through the city in one battle!
The bloom of flame, ultimate beauty, also ultimate power.
The man in the mask, named Mo Jingyu, flew backward with his hands outstretched and fingers spread wide. Each finger was connected to a translucent thread, the other end of which led into the bronze box. He suddenly pulled it out!
Puppet Raven!
He danced with his fingers, summoning puppet ravens from the box. They flew out in a flurry, swarming towards the fireworks. Each raven extinguished a bloom of fire, but the fireworks seemed endless while the number of ravens dwindling.
Gong Yang Bai didn't care about the backlash of Xuan Bing Di Lao being broken. He pinched a訣 with his index finger against his chin, and suddenly opened his mouth! A vast white mist spewed from his mouth, wherever it surged, the flames would be extinguished there.
Bloodline Secret Art, a breath of frost!
The group of Daoists he brought also didn't hesitate and chanted incantations together.
The water vapor from the collision of fire flowers in the air and white frost gathered at a visible speed in the high sky, forming a vast expanse of white mist. Then the white clouds darkened, one cloud attracting another, layers upon layers of clouds accumulating.
Suddenly, a torrential downpour began, and a sharp shriek tore through the air.
The convergence of Qi, the accumulation of clouds, and the layering of dark clouds, a combination of three esoteric arts, resulted in this torrential downpour!
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"Too weak..." Zuo Guanglie, his whole body engulfed in flames, roared: "Too weak!"
His aura rose explosively, his pressure as overwhelming as a mountain collapsing.
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In the sea of flames, he roared towards the sky: "Extreme Flame Power, incinerate heaven and boil the sea, Zhu Rong True Ancestor, enter my body!"
Within him, a warmth unlike any other, flared suddenly and swelled.
Just this slight inflation, the crows in the sky self-ignite! The dark clouds disperse suddenly!
All the cultivators besieging Zu Guanglie coughed up blood.
Even the white-faced Gong Yang turned pale: “How is that possible! Where did he get the Zhu Rong lineage from How could he possibly summon the true form of Zhu Rong!”
“This is Zu Guanglie…” Mo Jingyu promptly severed the connection with the puppet Feiya. At this moment, he spread a pair of mechanical iron wings behind him, hovering beside Gong Yang Bai, his voice heavy and strained, “A man who almost single-handedly slaughtered through Hangu Pass!”
In this immense, infinitely expanding inferno of power, Zuo Guanglie roared: "Who has the right to kill me!"
Come on! Mo Jingyu!
"Pubai!"
With a casual wave of his hand, he unleashed a fire dragon that ripped through the air, forcing Gongyang Bai Mo and the others to retreat in fear.
"What noble families! What clans! What geniuses! Dare you claim such titles before me You pathetic weaklings, cowards, the lot of you!"
He seemed to be driven mad by the Zhu Rong's flame, losing his sanity.
"Family shame is national disgrace, and it's impossible to wash away even with all the rivers and seas!"
He laughed, laughing so hard tears streamed down his face, yet they vanished in an instant, scorched away.
"Here lies a fine skull, who will dare to sever it"
"He who slays my body is but myself, and he who burns my soul is but Zhu Rong!"
Behind him loomed a majestic and awe-inspiring divine apparition, its hand clutching a fiery dragon. Its immense pressure was suffocating.
"Who can kill me!"
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Mò Jīngyǔ reached back with his hand, wanting to open the copper chest on his back and use his last resort. But his hands trembled uncontrollably, he didn't have the strength to lift the lid.
In his spiritual awareness, there were no meadows, no horizons, and not even a single human being. Only fire, only endless waves of flame. The surging heat almost distorted space and nearly incinerated his thoughts.
In the face of such overwhelming power, what made him different from those deceased beggars
A cold light, streaked across the horizon, came from the west.
Gongyang Bai merely caught a glimpse of this scene from the corner of his eye, and he had the illusion that his eyes were being slashed! He didn't have time to investigate, because in the instant he saw it, the cold light darted to the front of Zuo Guanglie, circling him once!
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Left Guanglie's roar came to an abrupt end.
"It's so noisy."
A young man in white suddenly appeared.
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He had an extremely cold face and stood sideways, as if he were always keeping his distance from the world.
He slowly sheathed his sword, his voice as calm and steady as ever.
Left Guang's head plummeted to the ground, rolling back and forth twice. However, due to his use of Boiling Blood and Ignite Soul, not a single drop of blood sprayed out.
It wasn't until this moment that a shrill, thunderous scream ripped through the air!
That was the sound of a white-clad swordsman's sword slicing through the sky!
Gongyang Bai and Mo Jingyu looked at each other, both seeing immense shock in the other's eyes.
"Li Yi, I am here by order of His Highness Yingwu..."
But Gongyang Bai had only just begun to speak when he abruptly fell silent. He didn't even have time to finish his words before, in the next instant, he picked up Zu Guanglie's head, turned around, and flew away.
Because the man in white had turned his gaze to him.
His jaw, his brows, his eyes, even the corners of his lips, all held a blade-like sharpness. Yet his gaze was placid, almost gentle.
But there was a chilling coldness beneath that gentleness.
Whether they are gifted individuals descended from ancient temple clans or members of renowned aristocratic bloodlines.
No one dared to ask why, no one dared to say another word.
Only hurried backs disappearing one by one.
Left Guanglie died, but the Zhulong fire in his body did not dissipate. It was still slowly expanding.
This power was not something that Zuo Guanglie, with his dwindling strength, could control. He was merely a trigger, a conduit, using his genius and determination to allow the true might of Zhulong to be unleashed into this world, even for a brief moment.
The man in white shook out a black token and stared silently.
After a long silence, the black token finally emitted a powerful voice, "Two clear."
As soon as the words left his mouth, the extraordinary token, as if unable to withstand the sound, shattered instantly into countless black flakes. They slid past Li Yi's fingers and fell to the ground with a soft rustle.
Not until all the Daoists had left and the token in his hand shattered did Li Yi slightly tilt his head to look at the expanding Zhu Rong fire seed.
He extended a long, slender, white hand, his five fingers curled into a pocket.
Until this moment, unnoticed by anyone, he revealed a childlike innocence within his usual gentleness and coldness.
He whispered softly, "Bang!"
As the five fingers spread, precisely at that moment, the seeds of Zhu Rong burst forth.
An invisible force bound the explosion, preventing it from spreading. It only shattered Zuo Guanglie's body into countless pieces of flesh.
Crimson flames bloomed freely in this tiny world, dazzlingly brilliant for a moment, gathering splendor within a single space.
This ultimate beauty is reserved for his eyes alone.
Li Yi's lips twitched slightly, but the expression vanished in an instant.
The fireworks are over.
He didn't even glance at what remained of Left Guanglie's body, nor did he have any lingering feelings. With a flash of his sword light, he disappeared in an instant.
Throughout the battle, which raged within this nameless abandoned watchtower, no one paid it the slightest attention.
To a powerful cultivator, the small nation of Zhuang Guo was inconsequential. For Zhuang Guo's three thousand li of land, Fenglin City was as insignificant as dust. And even for Fenglin City itself, this dilapidated hermitage in the suburbs had long been forgotten.
But in this dilapidated Taoist temple, there were not without people.
He was a beggar on the brink of death, waiting only for his final moment.
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He had prepared for death and was waiting, but he didn't die. Instead, he "listened" to the whole extraordinary battle from beginning to end.
When the battle ended, all was quiet.
He is still alive.
He was either lucky, but the word luck seemed so incongruous with him. His tattered clothes, his gaunt and sickly appearance, even his breath that seemed almost to drift away, all spoke of an unfortunate reality.
But he was, after all, still alive.
He thought for a moment, then struggled to roll over and tumble out from under the offering table.
He gritted his teeth, using all his strength to stand up shakily.
After all, he got up.
From the front of the offering table to outside the Taoist temple, there are a total of one hundred and thirty-seven steps.
From the Taoist temple gate to Zuoguanglie's corpse, there were a total of 324 steps.
The beggar silently counted his steps, constantly telling himself, "I'm almost there."
It's almost time.
Every muscle in my body is protesting, trembling.
No one knew where he got the strength to keep going.
His astonishing willpower was unseen by the audience.
Now he stood before the remains of Zuo Guanglie. This arduous journey had finally reached its end—if that pile of flesh could still be called a body.
He slowly, slowly crouched down, crouching was too tiring, so he simply sat down.
He was truly very sick. Even through the grime that marred his features, one could still see the ghastly pallor of weakness.
His hands were even trembling.
Fumbling through the heap of scraps, trembling.
Chunks of flesh, bits of bone, shards of some kind of metal, more chunks of flesh, finger bones, an unidentified half-piece of wood...
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A bottle!
Upon unfolding that mass of unrecognizable flesh and blood, a half-broken jade bottle was discovered!
The mouth of the bottle was completely blown off, leaving only half of the bottle body.
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The beggar suppressed his slightly heavy panting and brought the jade bottle in front of him.
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He carefully removed the piece of flesh that was wedged in the bottle's opening and peered into the bottom.
He saw only one, round and shiny pill remaining at the bottom of the bottle. His breath caught in his throat.
He recognized it, it was the Qi-activating Pill he had longed for, which he had once obtained but then lost.ith all the rivers and seas!"He laughed, laughing so hard tears streamed down his face, yet they vanished in an instant, scorched away."Here lies a fine skull, who will dare to sever it""He who slays...