The Underworld Master was undoubtedly the strongest swordsman in the Underworld, a figure of the same state as Bai Zhenren; but he was wounded by the sound of a bell.
What was this little clock?
Tong Yan rang the small bell in her hand again, and her face became even paler.
An invisible aura rippled out in all directions, as if it wanted to freeze and destroy everything.
With a boom, the cliff collapsed!
The Underworld Master let out a painful and angry howl as he broke through the rock and headed toward Tong Yan.
Tong Yan operated Zhen Yuan to ring the bell for the third time, but she could no longer hold on and spat out a mouthful of blood.
He was on the verge of being killed by the Underworld Master.
Looking at the countless soul fires in the night sky, Tong Yan's eyes showed a look of regret. She held a hard object in her sleeve and thought quickly.
A gust of wind blew across the platform, and a beam of clear light flashed past. He disappeared from where he was standing.
The Underworld Master landed by the cliff's edge. Looking at a certain energy in the distance, he lifted his sleeve to wipe off the blood stain on the corners of his mouth. "I can't believe he has the Scenic-Cloud Bell and the Seal of Thousand-Mile …" he said with a slightly surprised expression.
The bloodstain was especially conspicuous on the sapphire blue robe, just like the bell that seemed to be echoing at this moment.
The Scenic Cloud Bell was a very special magical weapon of Zhongzhou School. It was said that it was a natural divine object that was hung on the neck of a Qilin in ancient times. It was as heavy as a mountain and could not be used through the air like flying swords or other magical weapons. It could only be used by the holder of the bell.
No matter how profound a cultivator's realm was, even if it was an Exiled Immortal, as long as the Scenic Cloud Bell rang in their ears, their souls would scatter, and they would be in so much pain that they wished they were dead. Even if they were lucky enough to survive, they would definitely be unable to resist at all. (These two sentences are completely copied from the beginning.)
If the Immortal Tan suddenly rang the Scenic-Cloud Bell by his side, he would be dead no matter how powerful he was.
No matter how talented Tong Yan was, she was still not at their level. She could only seriously injure him, but was unable to turn the situation around.
Yet, what puzzled him was that the Scenic-Cloud Bell was the magic treasure of the Immortal Tan, and the Seal of Thousand-Mile should have been taken back by the Zhongzhou School; why did it appear in the possession of Tong Yan, the traitor of the Zhongzhou School?
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"At this time, the world is being destroyed."
Taiping Zhenren looked at Jing Jiu on the other side of the cliff and said, "Minghe will come to the human world, and all the differences and disputes between us will come to an end."
The wind was howling, and the sword lights were like countless fallen leaves, lingering around the cliff. No one could stand close to them. Guangyuan Zhenren and Nan Wang also rode their swords into the air.
Everyone heard his words and felt the subtle changes in the aura of heaven and earth. They were shocked speechless.
If what Taiping Zhenren said was true, and the Giant Whirlpool had changed its course, led endless seawater into the Netherworld, and used the Netherworld River as a furnace … that would truly be the end of the world!
When the seawater met the Nether River, it was ignited by the wind from the Thousand-Mile Wind Corridor and turned into poisonous vapor, rising from the Heavenly Well and spreading toward the earth and the ocean. No matter how vast the world was, how could it withstand the heat from the great furnace of heaven and earth?
If all of this was true, then what should he do? All the gazes were fixed on Jing Jiu, wondering how he would deal with it.
"You're still using the same trick," said Jing Jiu as he pulled back his gaze and asked Taiping Zhenren, "Haven't you thought of anything new?"
Taiping Zhenren said with a small smile, "There is nothing new in the world. The oldest is often the best and most effective, like you and me."
Jing Jiu said, "You haven't succeeded in any of your endeavors over the last hundreds of years. You should be well aware of the reason."
"I've prepared for it for hundreds of years, and the only thing that can stop me is Aoyama. But I'm in Aoyama now."
Taiping Zhenren looked at the small green curtain sedan, the Immortal Tan, and the patch of cloud and fog, saying, "And these people are all here for Aoyama. Who can stop me?"
The Cultivation practitioners of Chaotian had all come here for the Grand Ceremony of the Sect Master of Aoyama, which was why the passages leading to the Underworld were so vulnerable.
This scheme was simple to describe, but it was actually quite ingenious.
Hearing this, Ōzawa Ling and the others were furious. Even those elders of Aoyama who supported Taiping Zhenren had a slight change of expression on their faces; Guangyuan Zhenren sighed dejectedly.
"No need to feel sad." Taiping Zhenren said while looking at the people around Tianguang Peak, "What happened today has nothing to do with you people. The smoke coming from the Underworld won't harm you. You people will live well, and you will feel more peaceful."
"What about our families? What about our offsprings? They will all die! "An angry voice burst out in the sky; it was unclear which Cultivation practitioner the speaker was from.
Taiping Zhenren said, "Those mortals will die sooner or later. What difference does it make if they die one day earlier or one day later?"
This nonchalant statement echoed around Tianguang Peak, but it made all the other voices disappear. It was because the statement contained a great deal of indifference and cruelty.
After an unknown period of time, a slightly trembling voice rang out, "Master, why is this happening?"
The speaker was Nan Wang. She stared blankly at Taiping Zhenren on the edge of the cliff. Her eyes were full of confusion, just like the little girl who had just joined the sect.
Taiping Zhenren looked at her and smiled tenderly, saying nothing.
Many Cultivation practitioners who were qualified to attend the Grand Ceremony of the Sect Leader in Aoyama knew about the secret that happened hundreds of years ago. They knew that Taiping Zhenren wanted to kill all mortals and build a world where only Cultivation practitioners existed. But not everyone knew the real reason for his madness.
After Nan Wang broke through the state of Heavenly Arrival, she vaguely guessed something, but she couldn't help but want an answer from her Master.
"What is the purpose of cultivation? Ascension, of course, because it seems to be the only way for human Cultivation practitioners to achieve immortality. "
Taiping Zhenren looked at the gray sky full of thunder and lightning, and said calmly, "What is the place after ascension? Is it the fairy world or the upper world? Back when I looked up at the mouth of the Heavenly Well in the Underworld, I thought of this question. Chaotian is the upper world for the Underworld, but is it the fairy world? No, it's merely another place. "
Many Cultivation practitioners felt restless, wondering where else would it be if it wasn't the fairy world after ascension?
Some of them, like the Immortal Tan, remained silent.
Looking at the Immortal Tan, Taiping Zhenren continued, "There is a powerful barrier between us and that world. The purpose of ascension is to break through this barrier. If you people go there, you will find that it is not the fairy world, but a strange, cold, and almost dead world, where a powerful being lives."
"You haven't ascended yet; how can you be so sure?" asked Zhao Layue.
"I've been the highest person in this world since many years ago, so it's natural that I can see further."
Taiping Zhenren pressed while still looking at the Immortal Tan, "Do you think I'm wrong?"
The Immortal Tan remained silent.
As Taiping Zhenren said this, he didn't stop contending with Jing Jiu for the control of the Inherited Heaven Sword.
The Great Formation of Green Light enshrouding the peaks had gradually lowered to the ground, the cracks on the surface growing larger.
The thunder and lightning in the dark clouds struck down incessantly, cutting the lake water on Bihu Peak into various shapes. The snowstorm on Shangde Peak grew stronger, and the sword wills on the Sword Peak grew more chaotic. Soon, they formed a formidable sword will in the air, enshrouding Taiping Zhenren and Jing Jiu.
The trees were broken down soundlessly, and the cliffs collapsed, giving off thudding sounds.
The strong wind whistled, making the Cultivation practitioners' faces turn pale and their clothes look like flags; but the wind couldn't disperse the patch of cloud and fog, so they couldn't see Bai Zhenren's face.
An aged and deep voice rang out. It was the old monk of the Guocheng Temple, "The heavenly demons of the outside world have been mentioned in the ancient scripts of the Zen sects."
In fact, in addition to the ancient scripts of the Zen sects, there were also many obscure records of the heavenly demons in the Daoist sects. However, for various understandable reasons, those speculations and theories were like a wild flower among the green grasses, hidden and hard to be discovered.
Taiping Zhenren looked at Jing Jiu and asked, "You should know what that coward on the Island of the Fallen Immortals said, and you might have even seen it with your own eyes. What do you think?"
Jing Jiu didn't answer the question as he gazed at a distant place through the ocean of clouds, the lightning bolts, and the snowstorm.
He had told Zhao Layue that he had seen tens of thousands of burning flying swords traveling like shooting stars in the distant Milky Way after his ascension.
If every flying sword was a fairy man who had successfully ascended, how powerful and formidable was that world?
Crack!!! Several flashes of lightning illuminated Bihu Peak, and then the rain began to fall.
The sword wills of the Sword Formation of Aoyama all fell on Jing Jiu and Taiping Zhenren. The sword wills were getting weaker and weaker, and couldn't even block the wind and rain in the real world.
"This world is too weak."
Taiping Zhenren said with pity while looking at the peaks in the wind and rain.
The rain fell on his slightly dark face and also soaked his clothes. He looked a little disheveled, and also a little like those old farmers who were rescuing people at the breach of a river.
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