Jing Jiu and Nan Wang were staring at the physical body of the Great Grandmaster of the Foggy Island, Nan Qü, on a barren mountain; the Aoyama Sect drove a dozen sword boats to suppress the West Ocean; Yin San and the Young Mysterious Dark Master were looking for a sword on Shaoming Island at the West Ocean; and Tong Yan had already found it. The battle of the West Ocean was on its way, and the reactions from all sides were making people anxious … I wish everybody a happy holiday.)
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As dozens of sword letters were sent to various places in Chaotian, the news had spread quickly.
Taiping Zhenren had come out from behind closed doors and was at the West Ocean. The Aoyama Sect went there to ask for him.
Unlike the case of the Snow Girl, the Aoyama Sect didn't conceal anything this time, and they didn't choose who to inform; it was as if they had announced it to the whole world.
Hearing the news, the people in the world had different reactions.
It took some people a long time to remember that this Taiping Zhenren was the former sect master of the Aoyama Sect, who stayed behind closed doors in order to seek the path of ascension. At the time, the Aoyama Sect had issued a four-hundred-mile prohibition, which shocked the whole of Chaotian. However, this event had happened more than three hundred years ago, and the name of Taiping Zhenren had been gradually forgotten. Was he still alive?
If this immortal was still alive, why was he at the West Ocean? Why did the Aoyama Sect attack the West Ocean because of this matter?
Only those who knew the inside story knew that the sword letters of the Aoyama Sect were not meant to show off, nor to demonstrate their power, but to warn others.
After receiving the news, Zhang Yi 'ai went to the royal palace that very night, his face looking terrible and livid. After the turmoil of the Fiend Prison, he had drifted away from his master's Zhongzhou School, and had been under tremendous pressure. But he had never felt so pressured that he couldn't breathe. Since Shi Fengchen had found the name of Taiping Zhenren in the secret files of the Pure Heaven Bureau, as the chief commander of the Pure Heaven Bureau, he knew better than anyone else how much blood this scourge had caused in Chaotian three hundred years ago.
Arriving at the deep end of the palace, Jing Jiu knelt down behind the Emperor and told him the contents of the Sword Letter of Aoyama and the plan made by the Pure Heaven Bureau that very night. To his surprise, he found that both the Emperor and Sir Niu were quite calm. Did they already know that Taiping Zhenren was still alive?
The earliest place to receive the Aoyama Sword Letters was the Guocheng Temple.
Not long after Zen Master returned from the snowy plains, he squatted by the window and stared at the pile of wooden sticks in a daze.
The sound of a bell came from the depths of the temple, bringing with it a sea breeze, but it could not disperse the irritation of midsummer.
He straightened up and looked back at the elders of the Guocheng Temple. There was no childishness on his face. Instead, he looked serious and serious.
The death of Monk Duhai, the principal disciple of the Justice Hall, had revealed many secrets.
Neither the Chief Monk nor Jing Jiu had expressed any opinion on this matter. It was a sign of their respect for the Aoyama Sect, hoping that Aoyama Sect could deal with it themselves.
Now that the Aoyama Sect had sent a letter to Chaotian, stating that Taiping Zhenren was still alive, the Guocheng Temple had to give a clear response.
"Ask the big brothers of the Instruction Hall to go to the West Ocean and keep an eye on Aoyama."
Zen Master said slowly and resolutely, "Taiping has to die."
A few elders left after receiving the order.
Zen Master waved his sleeve lightly, messing up the pile of wooden sticks. He walked out of the meditation room barefoot and arrived in front of the stone pagoda.
The Tranquil Garden had been repaired, but the stone pagoda was still here temporarily.
Looking at the stone pagoda, Zen Master remained silent.
The sound of the bell had gradually died down, and so had the sea breeze.
Though it was the middle of summer, the meditation room suddenly became extremely cold.
The Aoyama Sect attacked the West Ocean; their allies such as Ōzawa and the Platanus Sect remained silent; and Shui Yue Nunnery didn't say anything either. Yet, the reactions of other sects were quite intense.
It was not because they felt indignant for the West Ocean, but because they were worried about the chaos that would ensue.
The voice of the Broadsword King didn't ring out in the small temple in White Town, but Juye City was under martial law not long after the Church Master of the Windy-Broadsword left.
Many sects in the north called back their traveling disciples, activated the Great Formations, and closed their mountain gates.
The Imperial Court ordered the Godly Cavalry to move southward. The atmosphere in Zhaoge City was tense.
Yimaozhai's reaction was the most direct. Bu Qiuxiao left the Thousand-Mile Windy Corridor with dozens of scholars and headed toward the West Ocean on the Boat of Diligent Study with the help of dozens of scholars.
Chaotian was in turmoil.
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Strangely enough, the Zhongzhou School, the leader of the orthodox sects, didn't show any reaction; they behaved too calmly.
It was because Bai Zhenren had known that Taiping Zhenren had escaped from the Sword Jail a long time ago.
She had her suspicions when the Unicorn came back wounded in the Guocheng Temple. Later, she got confirmation from Su Ziye.
It was the Great Grandmaster of the Mysterious Dark Sect who told Su Ziye about it through the fat monk in the Guocheng Temple.
The clouds and fog were everywhere in the valley, but they were much softer and more dreamy than the fog on the Sword Peak in Aoyama. That was why it was called Cloud-Dream Mountain.
The gentle wind changed the shape of the clouds and pulled up the soft white satin. Bai Zhenren landed by the cliff's edge.
Glancing at the white satin hanging on her elbow, Bai Zhenren didn't say anything.
She was fully aware that her daughter must have had a fortunate encounter after being trapped in the snowland for six years. This white satin made of natural worm silk was the proof, and it was also the proof of Jing Jiu's true identity. But there was no proof for it, so it was meaningless to tell her daughter about it. Besides, if her daughter could maintain this kind of relationship with Jing Jiu, it would be beneficial for her; so there was no need to make it clear.
"I only know that Taiping Zhenren used to wreak havoc in the human world, but I didn't expect that he would cause such a commotion."
Thinking of the news sent back by the people of Chaotian, Bai Zao remarked sentimentally, "Why is it so serious?"
"You people are still young. You don't know how many people have died because of him, and how many people will die if he is allowed to live."
Thinking of the disasters on Chaotian, Bai Zhenren remarked sentimentally, "Does the Aoyama Sect think that they can avoid the responsibility by doing this?"
Bai Zao said, "As long as Taiping Zhenren is dead, nobody needs to bear the responsibility."
Bai Zhenren shot a deep glance at her and said, "Get ready to go."
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The Aoyama Sect didn't intend to hide their tracks when they launched a crusade against the Western Sea Sword School; of course, they couldn't.
Seventeen sword boats were flying steadily in the sky, casting a large shadow over the mountains and fields. It was comfortable to sit in the sword boats without having to fight against the Chaotic Wind. However, the swordsmen of the Aoyama Sect were always restless, so they couldn't help but ride their swords out to get some fresh air. As a result, many sword lights could be seen around the sword boats.
The straight sword lights accompanied the sword boats, creating a spectacular and eye-catching scene. They could be seen clearly whether it was day or night, like a group of shooting stars that would never fall.
The farmers and residents on the ground were shocked speechless when they saw the scene in the sky. Most of them knelt down and prayed incessantly. They didn't dare to stand up until the sword boats and sword lights disappeared into the horizon, wondering where the immortal masters were going and what they were going to do.
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The major sects closest to the West Sea were the Baotong Zen Temple and the Kunlun Sect.
He Wei, the Sect Master of the Kunlun Sect, rode the Cold-Signal Bird toward the West Sea with dozens of disciples.
Normally, they should be the first to arrive at the battlefield, but He Wei felt inexplicably uneasy, so he asked the Cold-Signal Bird to slow down.
When they arrived at the West Sea, the sky was covered with dark clouds, blocking the sunlight. The seawater was as dark as ink, so they couldn't see what was happening in the depths.
The Cold-Signal Bird flew toward the islands of the West Sea. Suddenly, it seemed to have sensed a great danger. It let out a fearful cry, turned around, and flew higher into the sky.
The Cold-Signal Bird didn't stop until it flew hundreds of miles away. It looked at the depths of the West Sea with fear in its eyes.
It took the disciples of the Kunlun Sect some time to catch up, and their faces were extremely pale.
He Wei looked around and found that the sky was full of cultivators.
The scholars of Yimaozhai, the people of Ōzawa and the Platanus Sect, the monks of the Guocheng Temple, and many other sects had arrived.
More than a thousand cultivators from dozens of sects had arrived at the West Sea.
Compared to the Battle of the Cloud Platform all those years ago, such a force was countless times greater.
But none of the cultivators dared to approach the islands of the West Sea. Most of them looked fearful.
Countless gazes looked toward the depths of the West Sea, toward the islands shrouded in dark clouds.
Suddenly, countless bolts of lightning struck down from the dark clouds, striking toward the islands of the West Sea.
Boom! Boom!
The black seawater tumbled restlessly, producing countless bubbles as if it was boiling.
The hard rocks were smashed into pieces, but before they could sink to the bottom of the sea, they were swept up by the hurricane, dancing in the sky.
This scene was too shocking, as if it was a punishment from the heavens!
The dark clouds suddenly dispersed, and the sunlight shone on the islands of the West Sea.
Seventeen sword boats broke through the clouds, advancing toward the depths of the islands of the West Sea with a slow and unstoppable momentum!
The lightning was actually sword energy.
(End of this chapter)
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