The world in the Green Sky Mirror had woken up, becoming lively again.
Those who had slept for a long time didn't know what had happened; they thought that they had merely slept for a while.
The Eldest Young Master Zhang, who was the only one awake and sleeping, felt uncomfortable about it, but he was aware that he couldn't complain about it. As a result, he moved to a Daoist temple to seek peace and quiet. The juniors of his family and the officials in the county town begged him for many days, but he refused to move back.
He woke up one morning and walked to the window, looking down at the bottom of the cliff. He missed the talking carp in the well. Suddenly, his eyelids were burned by the fire.
What he saw was not a real fire, but a burning cloud.
The morning glow appeared in the sky, many times brighter than usual, as if it contained a great deal of light and heat, ready to erupt at any moment.
Seeing this scene, the Eldest Young Master Zhang felt it rather eerie, feeling alarmed for no reason. Flutter!!!
Flutter!!! The Blue Bird flew over from afar and landed on a tree branch by the Daoist temple. Looking at the morning glow, a hint of sadness appeared in his bewildered eyes.
It was not the regular morning glow, but the true fairy glow.
The fairy glow filling the sky was a sign that the Fairy Book would come out.
The Fairy Book in the Green Sky Mirror had been taken by Jing Jiu a long time ago; why was there another Fairy Book?
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The white light shooting out from the Green Sky Mirror came from that Fairy Book.
Only the Zhongzhou School had the Fairy Book in the world.
In addition to the fairy awareness, the Fairy Book also contained a great deal of fairy energy.
In order to temper that Fairy Book, Jing Jiu had listened to the scripts in the Guocheng Temple for a few years, and he had almost had a mishap.
Guo Dong was still in a deep sleep after the fairy energy poured into her body.
Yet, all the fairy energy in the Fairy Book had been released in an instant. It was easy to imagine how powerful it would be.
Illuminated by the fairy light, Yin San's face grew paler and paler, almost turning transparent.
His hands turned transparent as well. It was unclear if his body under the cloth was the same.
The strong wind whistled in the stone room, passing through the bone flute, making a whimpering sound that sounded like the wailing of ghosts.
With a soft hum, the celestial light landed on his body. His clothes were torn into pieces, fluttering like butterflies, and then turned into nothingness.
Yin San didn't disappear like a butterfly. He was still standing in the same place.
It was unknown what kind of divine art he used, but the immortal light actually passed through his body!
The celestial light landed on the wall of the stone chamber, instantly burning and corroding a large hole. Then, a trace of power leaked out.
With a loud bang, the stone chamber collapsed, and the rocks above were lifted off, revealing the sky covered in dark clouds.
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Cultivators of various sects surrounded the Shaoming Island, watching the Aoyama Sword Boat that was about to land with various emotions.
The flattened mountain on Shaoming Island suddenly exploded!
A beam of immortal light soared into the sky!
Countless gravel and gales howled in all directions.
The Sword Boat of Aoyama was the first to bear the brunt of the impact. Many cracks appeared on it instantly. Guangyuan Zhenren wielded his sword and brought the disciples of Aoyama back to the boat.
The Cloud Boat of the Zhongzhou School and the Boat of Diligent Study of Yimaozhai quaked violently. The flying sedans of other sects had almost fallen off the boat. They flew to the distance hastily.
Countless gazes fell on the collapsed mountain and saw the scene in the dilapidated stone room.
The fairy light came from the Green Sky Mirror in Tong Yan's hand.
Yin San's face was pale. It was evident that he had suffered an irreversible injury.
The Thunder-Soul Wood had experienced the thunderbolts on the top of Bihu Peak for a great many years. He was reborn with the help of the Thunder-Soul Wood and learned the related magic. By employing the method of passing through the thunder, the fairy light had barely passed through his body and prevented all the power of the fairy energy from reaching his body. As a result, he was brushed by the fairy light.
Yet, it was the fairy light. Not everybody could withstand it even if it was merely brushed by the fairy light lightly.
Moreover, the Fairy Book prepared by the Zhongzhou School for him wouldn't be lost so easily. The real lethal attack was yet to come.
As the Great Grandmaster of the Mysterious Dark Sect was about to take Yin San away, he suddenly looked at the sky and screamed strangely. He turned around and fled, arriving a few thousand feet away in an instant.
After the fairy light left Shaoming Island, it didn't dissipate, nor did it grow fainter. Instead, it disappeared into the dense dark clouds in the sky.
Above the dark clouds was the Empty Realm, and above the Empty Realm was the Thunder Region. The whirlpools of thunder and lightning looked like countless colorful eyes, watching everything in the human world.
The fairy light was like a tinder, igniting the angry flames in those eyes.
The dark clouds were rolling restlessly, and countless bolts of lightning flashed in the sky.
Along with the booming sounds, countless balls of thunder and fire shot toward the ground, heading toward Shaoming Island.
Countless huge waves formed on the surface of the ocean. The Cultivation practitioners of various sects moved away in tandem, their faces full of fear.
The power of the thunder and fire was unimaginably powerful, almost as powerful as the heavenly punishment. It was no wonder that the Great Grandmaster of the Mysterious Dark Sect, a demonic god, was so fearful.
Looking at the thunder and fire descending from the sky, Yin San thought he would die soon.
Though he had many other tricks up his sleeves, they were useless against this patch of thunder and fire.
The fairy light didn't kill him immediately after passing through his body, but it left a mark in his body.
No matter where he fled to, this patch of thunder and fire would eventually land on him.
It was not like the heavenly punishment.
This was the heavenly punishment.
The corners of Yin San's mouth curled up slightly, flashing a self-mocking smile.
Back when he came back from the Underworld, he had made a vow that he would not undergo the heavenly punishment in his life unless the world was at peace.
Unexpectedly, it was the heavenly punishment that found him in the end.
Was this the so-called heavenly punishment?
The situation at the West Ocean had been under his control. As Jing Jiu had taken that step, Nan Qü would be defeated for sure, and Jing Jiu would no longer be a threat to him, and he would become the sword in his hand. By then, he would be able to fulfill all his vow. Unexpectedly, he had come to the last moment. There were so many things he hadn't done yet … He had promised the King Of The Underworld, promised himself, and how this world could exist forever. He of course was not satisfied with the result.
As Yin San was waiting for his death, a tall figure suddenly appeared in front of him.
That person raised his palm to block the thunder and fire descending from the sky.
Looking at the back of that person, Yin San arched his eyebrows slightly.
It was he who had stood in front of that person a few hundred years ago, but it was the other way around now. And since when did that person become taller than him?
Countless thunder and fire descended from the sky.
A single leaf could cover a large mountain.
And a single palm could cover the entire sky.
Including the thunder and fire in the sky.
The scorching rays of light spread out in the sky above Shaoming Island.
The thunder boomed and rumbled incessantly, but none of them landed on the ground.
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After a long while, the thunder had finally stopped.
The dark clouds dispersed, exposing the blue sky.
It was unclear where the terrifying thunder and fire had gone, as they didn't leave any trace in heaven and earth.
Liu Ci pulled back his palm. He leaped into the sky without turning around to take a look at Yin San.
Fifteen sword boats of Aoyama were scattered in the sky.
The disciples of Aoyama on the boats looked at the figure of the Immortal Sect Master, their faces full of worry.
The Immortal Sect Master had killed Nan Qü, countless disciples of the West Ocean, and the Flying Whale with a swing of his sword. He looked like a god, but he had collected the heavenly thunder … Would he be alright?
It was then that Liu Ci's body suddenly swayed a bit.
Hundreds of flying swords of Aoyama had flown toward Shaoming Island, and they were heading toward … Tong Yan!
This was a reflexive action of the disciples of Aoyama.
The situation was too chaotic. Many people couldn't figure out why Tong Yan of the Center Sect was on Shaoming Island, and what the fairy light was all about. Why did the Immortal Liu Ci show up there when the thunder and fire were about to crush Taiping Zhenren to death?
All the disciples of Aoyama knew was that the fairy light had attracted countless heavenly thunders and wounded their Immortal Sect Master, and the cause of all this was Tong Yan!
Seeing the heavenly thunder vanish, the Great Grandmaster of the Mysterious Dark Sect returned to Yin San's side. He was very close to Tong Yan, so he could kill him at any moment.
Hundreds of sword lights arrived, and the Great Grandmaster of the Mysterious Dark Sect was nearby. It seemed that Tong Yan would die for sure.
Even though there were swordsmen like Bai Zhenren on the cloud boat of the Zhongzhou School, they wouldn't have enough time to rescue her.
Unexpectedly, Tong Yan had suddenly disappeared from the ruins.
In the next moment, he appeared on the cloud boat.
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Nobody sensed that Tong Yan had moved.
Even the Escape Method of Heaven and Earth couldn't break through the sword formation of the Aoyama Sect and come to such a distant place in an instant.
What method had he employed?
Some Cultivation practitioners who had participated in the Cultivation tournament in the snowland that year, or had heard of the story of Lo Huainan, recalled the peculiar treasure of the Zhongzhou School.
The Seal of Ten-Thousand Miles!
Many Cultivation practitioners had guessed that this was a scheme devised by the Zhongzhou School.
But what had Tong Yan done? Were the fairy light and the heavenly thunder … the rumored Fairy Book?
"You've worked hard over the last few years."
Bai Zhenren shot a glance at Tong Yan.
Tong Yan fell silent. Back when he was attacked by Wang Xiaoming with the Sun Banner on the Cold Mountain, he had thought of using the Seal of Ten-Thousand Miles, but he had refrained from doing so in the end. It had saved his life that day. (See Chapter XX for details.)
What he didn't expect was that the people of the Aoyama Sect intended to kill him without even giving him a chance to speak.
What he didn't expect was that when Taiping Zhenren was on the verge of being killed, it was … the Immortal Liu Ci who came forward.
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Shaoming Island had turned into ruins.
Yin San uttered "hmm" after shooting a glance at Liu Ci in the sky; it was unclear what emotion he was feeling at the moment.
The Great Grandmaster of the Mysterious Dark Sect came before him hastily and bowed down.
Yin San lay on the ground, feeling a bit weak.
Crack!!! A crack appeared on the ground. The Great Grandmaster of the Mysterious Dark Sect arrived on the icy surface outside Shaoming Island with Jing Jiu on his back.
He was Taiping Zhenren, whom the whole world wanted to kill. Now that all the orthodox Cultivation sects had gathered here, how could he escape?
The Immortal Liu Ci had taken the Fairy Book prepared for him by the Zhongzhou School; but what about the others?
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A crisp whistle burst out in the sky. Bu Qiuxiao, who had been preparing silently for a long time, drove the Dragon-tail Inkstone and threw it forward.
The Great Grandmaster of the Mysterious Dark Sect knew that this was the most precious treasure of Yimaozhai's temple, so he dared not neglect it. He threw his fists at the inkstone along with a wisp of dark smoke.
A deep and low dragon roar came out of the Dragon-tail Inkstone. The light scattered in all directions, dispersing the dark smoke in an instant.
Boom!!! Countless cracks appeared on the icy surface around Shaoming Island, spreading out like a spider web!
The Great Grandmaster of the Mysterious Dark Sect swayed slightly, but soon steadied himself. He carried Yin San on his back and kept moving forward.
The Dragon-tail Inkstone rose up into the sky and was about to strike down again. Bu Qiuxiao was suddenly alarmed.
In the next moment, a cold and brilliant sword light appeared in front of his eyes.
Guangyuan Zhenren looked at him in silence.
Bu Qiuxiao stared at him, saying nothing.
Seeing this scene, people were shocked again. In the Boat of Diligent Study, Liu Shisui was even more perplexed.
Back in the Guocheng Temple, he met that senior monk. Later, he learned that he was an enemy of his Young Master, so Zhao Layue asked him to go and kill him, so he went.
Even though he knew that the opponent was the Great Grandmaster Taiping, he didn't hesitate because he believed in his Young Master, so the opponent must be a bad person.
But why were the Immortal Sect Master and Guangyuan Zhenren stopping others from killing him today?
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"Excellent, excellent."
The senior monks from the Instruction Hall of the Guocheng Temple flew up. They knew that they were no match for the Great Grandmaster of the Mysterious Dark Sect. But today, the Great Grandmaster of the Mysterious Dark Sect was shocked by the Fairy Book and hit by the Dragon-tail Inkstone. He was in low spirits, so the senior monks decided to buy him some time and wait for other orthodox swordsmen to come to his aid, even at the cost of their lives.
"So … sorry … so … sorry."
The newcomer didn't speak like this because he was afraid or nervous, but because he had a stutter.
Mo Chi led his fellow disciples from unknown peaks and blocked the way of these senior monks.
Among the nine peaks of Aoyama, Elder Mo Chi of Tianguang Peak was famous for his ugly face and gentle temperament. At this moment, his eyes were still warm, but his expression was firm.
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In the sea and sky around Shaoming Island, the sword light was chaotic.
The two Aoyama sword boats where the disciples of Liangwang Peak were parked a little farther away. Guo Nanshan, Gu Han, and the others were even more confused.
The situation was so chaotic that they didn't understand what was going on, nor did they receive any orders from their masters.
The Immortal Sect Master stood in the sky and didn't give any orders. It seemed that he would let the masters of the peaks decide by themselves.
Some elders stayed in the sword boats, looking at the figure getting farther and farther away with complicated expressions.
Some teachers flew out on their swords to stop the cultivators of the various sects.
It wasn't until the cloud boat of the Zhongzhou School moved slightly and Bai Zhenren leaped up with the wind that Liu Ci shot a meaningful glance at her.
The confrontations were going on everywhere, and nobody paid any attention to him. He Wei, the Sect Master of Kunlun, thought this was the best opportunity. He yelled at the demon swordsmen not to flee, and then chased after them.
The Cold-Signal Bird traveled at a high speed. Soon, it had arrived a few miles behind the Great Grandmaster of the Mysterious Dark Sect.
Leaning against the back of the Great Grandmaster of the Mysterious Dark Sect, Yin San didn't turn his head around.
A ferocious screech suddenly burst out in the sky.
The Dark Phoenix flew over from nowhere. His tail pierced through the sky like a sword, pushing He Wei and the Cold-Signal Bird onto the icy surface.
The Great Grandmaster of the Mysterious Dark Sect leaped up into the sky with Yin San on his back.
The Dark Phoenix arrived in an instant.
The Great Grandmaster of the Mysterious Dark Sect landed on the back of the Dark Phoenix.
The Dark Phoenix flapped his wings and flew toward the deep part of the ocean at an unimaginable speed.
After being sneak-attacked by Nan Qü, Yuan Qijing had used the Ice Mirror to block Nan Qü's sword head-on in order to protect Zhuo Rusui. As a result, Yuan Qijing had been silent for a long time after being severely wounded.
It wasn't until then that his cold and solemn voice rang out again, "Kill him."
Only he and Liu Ci knew that this statement was meant for Jing Jiu.
The life board of the Dark Phoenix was in Jing Jiu's hand.
If the Dark Phoenix were killed now, the Great Grandmaster of the Mysterious Dark Sect would have a hard time taking Taiping Zhenren away, no matter how formidable he was.
Yet, nothing had happened.
The Dark Phoenix flew faster and faster, disappearing from people's sight.
The confrontation in the sky had no need to continue.
Countless gazes were fixed on the deep part of the ocean.
That person didn't turn his head around, regardless of whether it was Yimaozhai's Dragon-Tail Inkstone, the Instruction Hall of the Guocheng Temple, or He Wei's pursuit. All he did was lean against the back of the Great Grandmaster of the Mysterious Dark Sect in Silence.
He was severely wounded by the Fairy Book of the Zhongzhou School and was extremely weak; but he still didn't take the pursuit of the swordsmen in the world seriously, and he left on the back of the Dark Phoenix in a carefree and unrestrained manner.
He was so calm and confident, and had an extraordinary bearing. He didn't look like a demon at all; he looked more like a fairy man.
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Looking at the sword lights in the sky, Zhao Layue's face turned pale.
She didn't strike because her Cultivation state was not high enough, and her mind was in a mess.
If she stepped forward, it would be an indication of the attitude of the Shenmo Peak.
Yet, she didn't think she was qualified to do so.
Yuan Qu, Ping Yong-Ka and those disciples of Shiyue Peak who were responsible for driving the boats were shocked to the extreme, and they didn't know what to say with their mouths wide open.
Jing Jiu walked to her side and looked at the sky.
Zhao Layue had already guessed what had happened. Thinking of Jing Jiu's identity, she asked worriedly, "Are you alright?"
Jing Jiu remained silent while looking at the deep part of the ocean.
He had been searching for the ghosts in Aoyama. Of course, he knew there were more than two or three of them, but he didn't expect there to be so many of them.
An idea suddenly occurred to Jing Jiu that he was the real ghost in the eyes of these people.
(End of this chapter)
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