The Qin Emperor woke up. Seeing Jing Jiu standing in front of the tripod, he murmured despondently, "It's impossible. How can the rules be broken?"
Jing Jiu turned his head and shot him a glance, thinking this question was extremely stupid.
The purpose of Cultivation was to break the rules, get rid of the shackles, and ascend to the Dao.
It was impossible to count on the mercy or permission of the Heaven to prevent the heavenly thunder from striking down. One had to be unafraid of the heavenly thunder in order to break through the Heaven.
It was the same in both the real world and the Illusionary Realm.
Since the first day he was reincarnated in the Royal Palace of the Chu Kingdom and heard the words in his mind, he had never thought of winning for the tripod.
What he wanted was to win the tripod!
It was meaningless to become the ruler of the world and get the approval of the godly commissioner; it was because he still had to rely on the Heaven or someone else.
As long as he could break through the rules and the upper limit of this world, the tripod would be his.
In the eyes of many people, including the Qin Emperor, this was impossible; but in Jing Jiu's eyes, it was something all the participants of the Dao Competition should be able to achieve.
The world in the Green Sky Mirror was stable and unchanging, and the participants of the Dao Competition came from the outside world. As long as they could maintain a clear Dao Heart, they shouldn't have that line in their eyes.
How could the rules of this world bind them when they entered the illusionary world from the real world?
This was a simple task to discuss, but it was actually quite difficult. Who could achieve it except for someone like Jing Jiu, who had a clear sword heart and could ignore the trials and tribulations of ten thousand years?
"Even if you can break through the rules, how can you get the Fairy Book?"
The Qin Emperor yelled at Jing Jiu's back unwillingly, "If you can get the approval of the godly commissioner, he will give the Fairy Book to you. But who can give it to you now?!"
The decorative patterns on the surface of the bronze tripod exuded a faint fairy intent, meaning that the Fairy Book of Longevity must be inside it. Yet, as the Qin Emperor said, how could Jing Jiu take it out?
"The rules are the decorative patterns of the world. After they disappear, the truth will be revealed."
Jing Jiu ignored the Qin Emperor and said to the bronze tripod, "So you are the Fairy Book."
Having said that, he reached out his hand to take the tripod.
When his finger was still a short distance away from the bronze tripod, he suddenly stopped.
He pulled back his right hand slowly and looked at the bronze tripod in silence for a long time. It was unclear what he was thinking or waiting for.
Looking at his back, the Qin Emperor had a great deal of suspicion and uneasiness in his mind.
After an unknown period of time, Jing Jiu switched to his left hand and reached for the bronze cauldron again.
Since he had already made his decision, there was no more hesitation. His movements were like the lightest wind and the fastest lightning as he grabbed the bronze cauldron.
In the past thirty years, he had looked at the bronze tripod many times in the small temple and held it many times. He was sure that it was just an ordinary bronze tripod.
But this time, he felt something different.
It was an extremely powerful immortal aura.
There was also an extremely faint divine sense.
The bronze cauldron suddenly disappeared.
Jing Jiu's expression became very serious, his left hand clenched into a fist.
Countless bright rays of light shot out from his hands, directly illuminating his palms. Even his bones were incomparably clear.
The scene was beautiful and strange.
Those rays of light carried an extremely simple and elegant immortal aura. They seemed gentle, but it was unknown how much power was hidden within them.
Jing Jiu raised his eyebrows and his body trembled.
At this time, the pain he was suffering was far greater than what he showed.
This was the impact of an immortal's aura!
If it were any other Dao Seeker, even Zhao Layue, who had the strongest Taoist Heart, would have to let go at this moment.
Jing Jiu didn't let go. His face turned paler and paler like a sheet of paper.
The cry of a bird came from afar, as if it was a warning.
A trickle of blood flowed from the corner of his lips, but he still refused to let go.
In the distant deep space, or perhaps even from another world, an extremely clear bell rang.
Jing Jiu's eyes became even clearer, almost indifferent as he shouted softly.
"Return!"
There was a soft clap.
It was like a book being closed.
There was a loud bang.
Hundreds of muffled thunders rang out at the same time before dissipating in an instant.
Mount Buzhou shook violently, as if it would collapse at any moment.
The rubble on the peak of the mountain floated up and spread out in all directions.
It was the same for the distant sea of clouds.
Countless things were forced to the edge of the space by an invisible and powerful force!
The blue became even bluer, and the clear became even clearer.
A void appeared at the top of the mountain.
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Standing in the center of the void, Jing Jiu looked up at the sky.
He found that the sky seemed thinner, which meant it was nearer.
Then, he looked down at the ground and found that the ground seemed thicker, which meant it was nearer.
It meant heaven and earth were nearer than before.
Then, he lowered his head and looked at his left hand.
His left hand was still clenched into a fist, a faint fairy intent exuding from his fingers.
The fairy intent was very faint, and nobody could perceive it except for him.
Now that he had the Fairy Book in his hand, it was time for him to leave.
He lifted his eyes and looked into the distance, from the blue sea in the east to the capital of Chu Kingdom in the west, and then landed on the mountain. He found that the green leaves had turned red again.
"Let's go."
It was unclear whom he said this to.
He took a step toward the void.
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On the Cloud-Dream Mountain.
In the Huiyin Valley.
In the manor cave behind the building.
By the Green Sky Mirror.
Many gazes fell on Jing Jiu.
The moment he stood up from the futon, all the participants in the Dao Competition knew that something significant was about to happen.
Jing Jiu suddenly moved, taking a step forward.
Then, he opened his eyes. He had woken up.
Looking around, he saw Liu Shisui, Bai Zao, Tong Yan, Zhuo Rusui, and some participants whose names he couldn't remember.
All the participants, including Tong Yan, bowed to him in unison as a congratulatory gesture.
Jing Jiu nodded to acknowledge them. After shooting a glance at Liu Shisui, he headed toward the outside of the manor cave.
The small glass bell let out a crisp ring and followed behind him.
Seeing this, the crowd was startled.
The participants in the Dao Competition felt bewildered after coming back from the Illusionary Realm of the Green Sky Mirror. Even someone like Xi Yiyun needed some time to calm down.
Nobody could be as calm as Jing Jiu, who didn't need any time to change from the real to the illusionary, as if the past decades didn't exist!
"Stop right there!"
An angry yell suddenly burst out in the manor cave.
The crowd turned around to look at the source of the yell.
Sitting on the futon, Bai Qianjun had already woken up. His eyes were full of anger and resentment.
"What you did is against the rules! I'm not convinced! "
Tong Yan furrowed her eyebrows slightly, which made her frown more pronounced.
He was aware that it was inconvenient for his Young Sister to say anything at the moment, so he was about to say something.
Unexpectedly, Bai Qianjun had just come out from the Illusionary Realm, and he still had the brutal temperament of the Qin Emperor; he was bewildered and bewildered.
He employed the Escape Method of Heaven and Earth and arrived behind Jing Jiu, thrusting a fist at him!
His fist exuded a faint white glow, exuding a mysterious and powerful energy.
Jing Jiu turned around and thrust a simple fist as well.
Bai Zao realized the situation was not good. Jing Jiu didn't know that his Big Brother had employed his life magic treasure, so he countered it with his fist. He was probably going to suffer a great loss.
She was so confident in Jing Jiu that she didn't even think of making a move herself. It was too late for her to take out the Nanping Clock.
The Aoyama Sect practiced swordsmanship, while the Zhongzhou School practiced the profound Daoist magic. Neither of them was known for their strength. However, as Cultivators, their bodies were as hard as iron, and their fists were as heavy as hammers. Everyone thought that when the two fists met, there would be a thunderous boom. Unexpectedly, the next sound that resounded in the manor cave was …
"Crack!"
The crack was very crisp, like a freshly picked fruit being forcefully broken by a young man, or like a fresh sugarcane being broken from the middle.
In fact, the sound was more like an old table and chair being crushed by someone.
Just like the small temple on the top of Buzhou Mountain that had turned into ruins.
Along with the crack, Bai Qianjun's fist was shattered. His five fingers were all broken, and his life magic treasure was broken into pieces.
The unimaginably terrifying force traveled up his arm and broke his arm bones and shoulder blades. Even his sternum was cracked into countless cracks.
It was as easy as crushing dry weeds and rotten wood.
Bai Qianjun was knocked back by the punch and landed heavily in the Green Sky Mirror, spitting out a great deal of fresh blood.
It was deathly quiet in the manor cave.
The people looked at Jing Jiu in astonishment.
It was well known in the whole world, especially after the sword fight with Zhuo Rusui, that Jing Jiu could be considered the strongest swordsman of the young generation. Yet, Bai Qianjun was a young genius who had been trained by the Zhongzhou School in secret for many years. Normally, the difference in their Cultivation states shouldn't be so great.
Why did Jing Jiu and Bai Qianjun have such overwhelming power when they punched each other?
It was not because of the difference in their Cultivation states, nor was it because of the abundant Sword Source.
The people fixed their gazes on Jing Jiu's fist, and found that he used his left fist.
Tong Yan recalled that Jing Jiu had been holding the Fairy Book with his left hand ever since he woke up from the Illusionary Realm of the Green Sky Mirror.
Thinking of the last scene in the Illusionary Realm, he suddenly had a strange conjecture: Did Jing Jiu hold the Fairy Book in his hand all the time instead of putting it away?
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I know that I haven't written enough lately, but I've coughed enough. I'll stop being naughty and tell you seriously that the writing is very interesting.
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