When a person was about to die, they would be able to see through many things.
It was a pity that Zhongli Mu had finally seen through all of this, but he no longer had time.
However, Yan Zhi was at a loss. This was different from the Sword Venerable Zhongli Mu in his memories. Although Zhongli Mu often cultivated in seclusion, he would give guidance to his disciples as soon as he came out.
How could the founder of their Windcloud Sword Tomb be such a selfish person?
But now that Zhong Li Mu had personally told him about it, Yan Zhi didn't know how to respond to it.
Zhongli Mu said in a low voice, "I don't have much time. Sit down and calm your mind. Empty your dantian and transfer all of your power to your meridians. Then, recite this mantra."
With that, Zhongli Mu pointed at Yan Zhi's forehead. His entire body was instantly enveloped by sword aura.
Yan Zhi could not refuse. He did not even have time to think. He could only subconsciously follow Zhongli Mu's instructions.
In the next moment, Zhongli Mu waved his hand. The black dragon formed by the sword soul struggled, but it was enveloped by boundless sword aura and entered Yan Zhi's body.
In that instant, Zhongli Mu seemed to have aged a few decades. His hair and beard were all white, the color of decay.
However, the sword aura in his hand did not relax at all. It forcefully suppressed the sword soul and helped Yan Zhi fuse with it.
In an instant, the power around Yan Zhi's body reached its peak. Cracks appeared all over his body as if his entire body was about to explode.
Seeing this, Zhongli Mu waved his hand. His primordial spirit burned with golden light. He erupted with the last bit of power and finally suppressed the backlash.
In the next moment, sword aura around Yan Zhi soared into the sky. The astonishing sword aura had even reached the level of disrupting the laws, tearing the heavens and splitting the earth!
Seeing this, a hint of a smile appeared in Zhongli Mu's rotten and turbid eyes.
The pinnacle of martial arts, an immortal of the sword!
That was a level that even his teacher hadn't been able to reach. Maybe Sword Saint Gu Qingcheng had been able to reach that level five hundred years ago, but when he was young, he challenged Lonely Only Wo and died.
Shen Cangwu had studied the method to refine sword souls for his entire life, but he was born at the wrong time.
Zhong Li Mu had waited his entire life, but in the end, his opportunity never came. But now, before he died, he finally saw it.
The gap between man and nature, the legendary bottleneck of martial immortal, had been broken by his own hands!
After a long while, when Yan Zhi had calmed the violent energy in his body and opened his eyes again, he saw Zhong Li Mu, who was already at the end of his rope.
"Ancestral Master!"
Zhong Li Mu looked at Yan Zhi and smiled. He pointed at his chest, but he didn't say anything. In the next moment, he was no longer breathing!
The next moment, he was already dead!
Yan Zhi hugged Zhongli Mu's corpse and roared. Sword Qi soared into the sky.
He didn't care whether Zhongli Mu was a selfish person or not. After so many years, he had sincerely thought about the prosperity of the Wind Cloud Sword Tomb. Every time he came out of seclusion, he would use a small amount of time to give pointers to the younger generation. In fact, what he used up was his lifespan.
If he had remained in secluded cultivation, he might have lived for a few more decades until the birth of a sword soul.
Yan Zhi removed Zhongli Mu's hand from his chest and said in a deep voice, "Ancestral Master, I know what you mean. My Windcloud Sword Tomb rarely takes the initiative to attack, but we will not let go of the humiliation we received! World Alliance's Chenqing Di! This time, I will let him know whether his fist is stronger, or my Windcloud Sword Tomb's sword is sharper! "
In the past, Chenqing Di destroyed Windcloud Sword Tomb's formation with one punch, and heavily injured Windcloud Sword Tomb's Ancestor Zhongli Mu with the second punch. This matter was seen as a humiliation for Windcloud Sword Tomb. Since then, no one from Windcloud Sword Tomb stepped into the martial world for more than a year, because it was shameful.
Zhongli Mu could not seek revenge from Chenqing Di, so he would personally seek revenge from Chenqing Di!
However, Yan Zhi did not know that he had completely misunderstood Zhongli Mu's intentions.
When he had just been defeated by Emperor Chen Qingdi, Zhongli Mu had indeed been unwilling and resentful.
However, it was also because of Chenqing Di's punch that Zhongli Mu completely thought things through and untied the knot in his heart at the same time.
He pointed to his chest, not because he wanted Yan Zhi to help him take revenge, but because he wanted Yan Zhi to stay true to his heart and not be affected by external things and emotions like him, losing his nature as a swordsman.
In the end, he did not expect that because he died too quickly, he could not say what he should have said, and actually caused Yan Zhi to misunderstand.
Carrying Zhongli Mu's corpse, Yan Zhi left the Windcloud Sword Tomb. There were already many Windcloud Sword Tomb martialists gathered outside.
After all, the fluctuations just now were too terrifying. That powerful sword qi that could tear the laws was something they had never seen before.
Looking at Zhongli Mu's corpse, everyone's eyes were filled with grief, but they were not surprised.
After all, Zhongli Mu was someone who had lived for close to 500 years. Excluding a monster like the old celestial master, he was practically the longest-living martialist in the Underworld.
Ever since he was severely injured by Chenqing Di's punch, Zhongli Mu did not continue to cultivate in seclusion. To him, seclusion was useless at that time. His vitality was being consumed at every moment. Therefore, from then on, the Windcloud Sword Tomb martialists were already prepared for the news that Zhongli Mu could pass away at any time.
Looking at the crowd below, Yan Zhi said in a deep voice, "In a month, we will attack the World Alliance. Windcloud Sword Tomb can only take back what we have lost with our own swords!"
The eyes of the Windcloud Sword Tomb martialists below all bloomed with intense sharpness.
Although Windcloud Sword Tomb had always been low-key, in reality, the Windcloud Sword Tomb martialists were more arrogant than anyone else. It was the same even when they looked at the other major sword sects.
Swordking City? A bunch of ignorant people who only treated the sword as a pure killing weapon.
Forgetting the Sword Hut? They had some foundation, but they did not have the sharpness of a swordsman. They were too useless.
Yue Nu Palace? Women were not worthy of respect.
Hidden Sword Villa? Hehe, trash.
Windcloud Sword Tomb had never claimed to be the leader of the five major sword sects. Even when Sword Sovereign Shen Cangwu was around, they did not call themselves that.
However, it was obvious that even if Windcloud Sword Tomb did not regard themselves as the leader of the five major sword sects, they still regarded themselves as the path of return for the sword dao.
Now that they were smashed by Chenqing Di's punch, even their pride was completely shattered. This was what they had lost. Now, they had to rely on themselves to take back what they had lost!
A month later, when Yan Zhi had slightly stabilized the power of the sword soul, he directly led hundreds of Windcloud Sword Tomb disciples towards the World Alliance.
Windcloud Sword Tomb did not conceal their actions. They just led their people and headed straight for the World Alliance.
For Windcloud Sword Tomb, they did not need to conceal their actions, nor did they need to use any schemes.
This was because of Yan Zhi's existence.
In this one month, of course, Yan Zhi had completely grasped the power of the sword soul. Only then did he know exactly how much power he had obtained.
At the same time, he also knew exactly how much Zhongli Mu and his master, Shen Cangwu, had sacrificed in order to obtain this power that was beyond the boundaries of heaven and man.
In the end, fate made a fool of people. The people who wanted this power the most were all dead. Instead, he, who did not know anything from the beginning to the end, unexpectedly obtained this power.
In front of the World Alliance's entrance, the martial artists of the World Alliance all had faint confidence and pride on their faces. It was not simply pride, but pride for their identity.
As a sect that was born in the wilderness, the World Alliance had suffered a lot of discrimination in the early days. Especially those large sects with deep heritage, they actually looked down on the uncivilized people of the World Alliance.
The World Alliance was able to achieve what it was today because of Chenqing Di's pair of iron fists. Not long ago, Chenqing Di fought his way to Windcloud Sword Tomb and severely injured Zhongli Mu. This let the entire Underworld know that in this world, there was another supreme expert who could influence the entire situation of the Underworld. That person's name was Chenqing Di! World Alliance's Chenqing Di!
From then on, the World Alliance could be considered to be truly proud and elated.
In Chenqing Di's words, the World Alliance does not bully others, but no one should think about bullying the World Alliance!
In a large hall of the World Alliance's headquarters, a middle-aged man held a wine jar. He drank while scratching his head, handling the various chores of the World Alliance.
He was the World Alliance's Deputy Alliance Master, 'Star Plucking Sword' Fang Qingteng.
Fang Qingteng was previously an abandoned disciple of the Forgetful Sword Hut. He had offended an important figure in the sect and was chased after. He was accidentally rescued by Chenqing Di, who had yet to establish the World Alliance at that time. He had followed him until now.
Originally, the World Alliance did not have a Deputy Alliance Master. However, when Chenqing Di left more than a year ago, he forcefully gave him the position of Deputy Alliance Master and asked him to help manage the World Alliance. The reason was that the entire World Alliance was made up of uncivilized people. Fang Qingteng was the only one who came from a large sect and had experience and ability. If not him, who else could he assign to?
Although Fang Qingteng complained, as long as it was a task given to him by Chenqing Di, he would not reject it. That was because his life was given to him by Chenqing Di.
If not for Chenqing Di, he would have been taken back by the people of the Forgetful Sword Hut and crippled of his martial arts.
Moreover, although his talent was not bad, it was merely not bad. If he cultivated diligently his entire life, he would have reached the peak of the Real Pellet State. However, after following Chenqing Di, although Chenqing Di did not teach him martial arts, he taught him many martial arts, allowing him to step into the True Fire Spiritual Cultivation State.
Just a month ago, Chenqing Di actually made a trip back and gave him a few things to refine. The power within them was so strong that it was simply unimaginable. It actually loosened the bottleneck that he had not broken through for more than a decade, allowing him to successfully step into the Mysterious Heaven and Earth State. This was a realm that he did not even dare to think about before.
A gentleman would die for a bosom friend. Perhaps this was how it felt.
Chenqing Di had given him everything. Now, not to mention managing the World Alliance, even if he wanted his life, he was willing to do it.
At that moment, a melodious sword chime suddenly came from outside. A voice resounded throughout the entire World Alliance.
"Chenqing Di! Come out and die! "
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