By the Hulan Sea, the cold snow covered the yellow grass, and the lake gradually froze. The grassland man was seizing the last moment to catch fish.
The middle-aged man wearing the felt hat looked at the scene on the lake in silence. A pale beard gradually grew on his square and stiff cheeks, making him look even more valiant. A subordinate stood behind him with a respectful expression.
The caravan from the Central Plains had been here for quite some time. The tribe's headman did not know what they were waiting for. If they were waiting for the furs to be delivered at the end of summer, it would be a little too early. But seeing that the caravan had given them enough money and goods, no one paid any attention to them.
The subordinate looked at the ice and snow on the lake and whispered hesitantly, "Will the Tomes of Arcane really appear here?"
After a moment of silence, the middle-aged man said, "When the Great Divine Priest of Revelation returned from the south, he released the news that the Tomes of Arcane appeared in the Wilderness. He must have received confirmation from the abbey dean. I heard that Li Qingshan and Huang Yang once calculated in the Wanyan Tower that the Tomes of Arcane would appear by the Hulan Sea. It should not be wrong."
The subordinate frowned and said after a moment of thought, "Your Excellency, I should not have questioned it. I just feel that it is a little risky to pin all our hopes on the edict issued by the Great Divine Priest of Revelation."
After a pause, he said softly, "We can't keep the news from Tuyang City. If the imperial court knows that you left the General's Mansion without permission … and a few days ago, there was confirmation that Lin Ling was indeed dead."
The middle-aged man looked at the strategist who had been loyal to him for the past twenty years and thought of his equally loyal subordinate who was already dead. He stroked the hair on his temples and said slowly, "We'll deal with those things in the future. The current situation is complicated. We can only break out of this predicament by obtaining the Tomes of Arcane. Compared to that, everything else is irrelevant."
He looked at the vast mountains in the north across the lake and said expressionlessly, "I believe the Great Divine Priest of Revelation because there are few people in the world who know that the passage out of the Front Gate is at the Hulan Sea."
The counselor frowned and asked, "Why not enter the Front Gate to find the Tomes of Arcane? Even if many forces are paying attention, there are very few people who have the ability to enter the Front Gate. It is better to wait for the opportunity than to wait passively. "
The middle-aged man looked at the distant north in silence and did not answer the question.
Mr. Ke did not take the Tomes of Arcane away, so the Tomes of Arcane should still be in the sacred ground.
He didn't want to return to the mountain gate. Instead, he waited silently by the lake for an opportunity to snatch it. Apart from strategic considerations, it was mostly because of the fear in his heart. At that time, he wasn't very old, but he could already clearly remember those bloody scenes, as well as that ruthless teacher who had a myriad of incarnations.
The counselor looked at the middle-aged man's thoughtful expression and thought silently, "I wonder what His Excellency will do after obtaining the Tomes of Arcane. Will he offer it to His Majesty, the Divine Hall, or keep it for himself?"
Could a scroll of the Heavenly Book really change everything? Over the past twenty years, the strategist had followed his lord to struggle for survival. He seemed to have woven an extremely dense net, but in the end, this net had bound him, gradually making it difficult for him to breathe. When he thought of this, he could not help but sigh sadly in his heart.
The middle-aged man calmly gazed into the distance on the other side of the lake, once again thinking of his deceased teacher.
All these years, he, who was born in the Enlightenment Doctrine, had struggled to survive between the Empire and the West-Hill Divine Palace in order to protect himself and his sister who was hidden in the Chang 'an Imperial Palace.
Back then, his teacher had traveled among the various forces in the world, but he was like a fish swimming in the lake. He was extremely comfortable and even exuded a sense of happiness. How did he do it?
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Rough fingers slowly stroked the stone platform, and the animal skin gently trembled in the wind. Standing in front of the bottomless abyss, Tang looked at the giant horizontal and horizontal stone beams in front of him. He recalled the appearance of the holy land that his teacher had described in the past. It corresponded with the increasingly desolate world in front of him because of its grandeur. He was silent for a long time.
He slowly walked to the edge of the cliff and looked at the endless dark abyss. He silently thought that Haotian Taoism had its reasons for being able to lead the Central Plains for a thousand years. It should not be underestimated, especially since the Taoist of the Zhishou Abbey must really have the ability to fight against the Heavens. Since they placed so much importance on this matter, the Tomes of the Heavenly Book must have been left in the Front Gate. But why hadn't they found it?
He looked at the hall full of white bones not far away from his feet and suddenly said, "According to the teacher, when Mr. Ke broke into the holy land with his sword, he did not kill everyone in the Front Gate. Before the teacher left, he confirmed that many of the disciples had also left. Other than the seniors who died in the battle, many of these white bones were people who committed suicide and then the Front Gate was sealed."
Tang Xiaotang opened her bright eyes and looked at the hall under the stone beam. She had already passed by that place, but she did not find anything. She curiously asked, "Where did those guys go?"
A gust of wind swept past the stone beam, blowing up bits of gravel and clothes. Tang felt the aura of heaven and earth in the Front Gate in the wind. After a moment of silence, he calmly said, "I can't feel it. They should have left."
After saying this, the brother and sister walked into the depths of the Front Gate. Tang's thick eyebrows slowly furrowed. There were many things that he could not see through in the past. There were also many things that he could not see through in this search for the Tomes of the Heavenly Book. For example, he was sure that those people had left the Front Gate, but why did he still feel a little uneasy?
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Decades ago, Ke Haoran had personally set up the Confinement and directly turned this room into a world that was isolated from the rest of the world. As long as one did not step in personally, one would be able to discover the existence of this world. But if one really stepped into this world, one would never be able to walk out again. This was because this world was the hell that he had personally given to Lotus.
"Haha … Woo woo … You actually learned the Haoran Sword!"
In the middle of the room, on the mountain of white bones, Master Lotus looked at Ning Que and opened his toothless mouth to laugh like a child. Then, his lips pursed and he began to cry like a child. His laughter and crying mixed together and it was extremely hoarse and unpleasant.
Ning Que held the podao and looked at him as he replied, "Yes."
The old monk's gaze was as cold as ghost fire. He stared at his face and said faintly, "This can't happen!"
Ning Que said, "It just happened."
The old monk's next sentence came extremely quickly. He shouted like thunder, "Then aren't you being possessed by the Devil?"
Ning Que's face was still expressionless as he replied calmly, "Yes."
The old monk asked sternly, "Aren't you afraid?"
Ning Que replied, "In the face of death, I am not afraid of anything else."
The old monk said mockingly, "But you are still possessed by the Devil."
Ning Que frowned and said, "So?"
The old monk screamed sternly, "Those who are possessed by the Devil must die!"
Ning Que said, "But you are still alive."
The old monk shook his head slowly and said with slight mockery, "These are two completely different choices. In fact, the Enlightenment Doctrine is just a moss-covered stone that hides in the dark to avoid Haotian's Divine Light. Even though we say that we do not respect Haotian, we are actually extremely afraid of Haotian's existence. That is why Haotian allows us to exist, even as a contrast to the light. However, when you pick up the sword left behind by that person, you will lose all respect and even fear Haotian. This is the true Devil's path. Haotian will not allow people like you to exist. "
Ning Que was silent for a moment before he replied, "As long as I am alive, it is better than being dead."
The old monk was stunned, and then he laughed crazily. Turbid tears slowly flowed from the corners of his old and withered eyes. He pointed at Ning Que's face with a trembling finger and suppressed his desire to laugh with difficulty. He panted and said viciously, "Madman Ke died after being possessed by the Devil, and you are going to follow in his footsteps. I really don't know if the Academy is a place cursed by God. You will all be destroyed by Haotian one by one. This is probably your fate."
He stared into Ning Que's eyes and panted as he said, "You have to be strong enough to walk on this path. The faster you become stronger, the faster you will die. Don't think that you can escape from this fate."
The old monk asked faintly, "Has God ever spared anyone?"
Ning Que was silent. His hands slowly gripped the hilt of the knife tightly, as if he was prepared to slash at his fate.
Then, his reply rang in the dark and silent room.
"If man wants to defeat God, why would God spare him?"
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This calm and proud reply moved Master Lotus slightly. He looked at Ning Que quietly and suddenly said, "The space in front of a cultivator is definitely his own world."
Ning Que had heard of this saying before, but he did not know why the old monk would say this now.
The old monk looked at him and said slowly, "You have comprehended the Haoran Sword. The sword style that Madman Ke hid in the mottled sword mark has entered your body. Then, the Confinement that covered the sky and earth will naturally no longer exist."
Ning Que looked at him and said, "I know. I can even feel the Qi of Heaven and Earth seeping into the room. However, I also need time to adapt to this new aura in my body."
The old monk sighed and said, "Even at this point, you and I are still wasting time."
Ning Que said calmly, "Time is fair to everyone."
The old monk smiled and said, "My time is up."
Ning Que said, "My time is also up."
As soon as he finished speaking, the old monk slowly raised his skinny arms. His tattered robes fluttered in the wind that came from an unknown place. With this simple movement, countless auras of heaven and earth seeped into the room through the cracks in the stone walls. Then, they turned into wisps of wind that surrounded his body.
Ning Que had absorbed most of the Haoran Sword style that Ke Haoran had left in the sword mark to transform his body and open up the Snow Mountain and Ocean of Qi. Without the sword style, the sword mark only had the form and no spirit. Naturally, it could no longer support the Confinement. Even though there were still remnants of the Haoran Sword style in the stone walls, it could no longer stop the old monk from connecting with Heaven and Earth.
At this moment, the Great Blockage Formation outside the Front Gate of the Devil's Doctrine sensed the sudden fluctuation of the Qi of Heaven and Earth. The mossy sword marks on the craggy stones suddenly glowed with a dazzling light. The Snow-capped Peak reflected the starlight under the night sky. As the Qi of Heaven and Earth rapidly poured into the Front Gate, it drove the stagnant aura between the stones and even caused the starlight to flow!
The fresh aura of Heaven and Earth that was full of vitality finally passed through the broken Confinement and came to the hall that had not been here for decades. Then, it poured into the old monk's skinny body like a flood.
The old monk's sunken eyes suddenly shone brightly and turned into a crystal. His skinny cheeks magically became plump at a speed visible to the naked eye. His two arms that were stretched out in the wind became smooth and firm!
Just like what he said before, his time was up.
So was Ning Que's time.
He had completely understood the Haoran Sword Qi that Youngest Uncle had passed to him. He could already control his transformed body and began to greedily and forcefully absorb the aura of Heaven and Earth that rushed into the room. Then, he turned it into his own power — absorbing the Qi of Heaven and Earth into his body. This was the most obvious and most unacceptable feature of the Devil's Doctrine!
After the fresh and inexhaustible aura of Heaven and Earth entered his body, it was branded by Psyche Power. Then, it passed through the passage between the Snow Mountain and the Ocean of Qi and turned into a majestic power. It passed through the meridians to every part of his body. His arms, muscles, bones, fingertips, and even his hair began to tremble at a high frequency, as if they were jumping for joy because they were powerful!
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The sole of his foot landed. With a crisp sound, he crushed a white bone in front of him.
The second time he landed, his foot had crushed a large pile of white bones.
Ning Que skimmed to the mountain of bones and came to the front of the old monk.
He held the knife with both hands and stabbed it into the old monk's chest.
The blade of the knife vibrated at a high speed due to the strong power coming from the hilt. It cut and shook the surrounding air, causing wisps of white turbulence. The cold talisman on the surface of the knife was activated, but it was even more terrifying than the speed of the knife itself.
This was the fastest attack he had ever made in his life. It was as fast as lightning.
This was the strongest attack he had ever made in his life. It was as fast as thunder.
The electric knife that carried the Great Spirit did not allow for the blink of an eye or even the time to think before it violently reached the old monk's chest. The sharp tip of the knife pierced into the old monk's chest before he could react.
At this moment, Master Lotus was absorbing the Qi of Heaven and Earth non-stop. His cheeks were plump and his arms had recovered. His body was full of vitality like a newly bloomed lotus. However, he did not expect Ning Que's first strike to be so overwhelming and unstoppable!
At this moment, he had recovered about ten percent of his state power from his peak. He was once Lotus 32, who had thousands of incarnations and looked down on the common people. Even if he had only recovered ten percent of his power, he would not be killed by such a strike.
His skinny ghostly hands had become plump again. His skin was white and smooth, like two pure white lotus flowers.
The white lotus flowers bloomed and its petals bloomed. The blade stopped between the petals and could not go any further into the old monk's heart.
At this moment, the aura of Heaven and Earth that had broken through the Confinement was still surging into the old monk's body. He was still growing stronger.
Ning Que groaned and his left hand slapped the end of the hilt heavily.
At this moment, his left hand was like a heavy hammer.
The podao went further into the old monk's chest. The tip of the blade started to ooze blood.
The old monk looked at Ning Que coldly.
A terrifyingly strong psychic power pierced his sense of perception.
With a puff, Ning Que spat out a mouthful of blood.
The blood dripped onto the hilt of the knife.
His left hand landed on the hilt again.
He endured the intense pain and his left hand turned into a hammer again, hitting the end of the hilt heavily.
The blade went another inch deeper into the old monk's chest!
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