The Underworld River was not the water of the human world, so the marks on it had disappeared very quickly, and so had the fragrance of the white lotus flower.
The sword light disappeared in the dark and gloomy night sky. The figure of Jing Jiu appeared, looking at the dim surroundings.
He hadn't been to the Underworld, so he didn't know the exact locations of those passages; but he knew how to get back to the human world. However, there were many passages leading from the Underworld to the human world, and there were almost ten important passages. Where would Bai Yuan go? Would she go to the Thousand-Mile Wind Corridor or the other two Huge Whirlpools?
Jing Jiu flipped his palm reflexively, but nothing appeared. He remembered that Cold Cicada had already gone to the outside world with the Snow Girl.
A few invisible mosquitoes left his palm and flew toward the high sky. A bright glint flashed in Jing Jiu's eyes. After ascertaining the direction, Jing Jiu recalled the mosquitoes.
There was an abyss between the Underworld and the human world, as well as the broken pieces of space and the hard cliffs like the floating islands.
As the sword light flashed, Jing Jiu appeared in front of a cliff wall. Looking at the transparent and glass-like object, he furrowed his eyebrows slightly.
This was the bottom of the Fiend Prison, the strongest barrier in the world. Yet, there was nothing he couldn't break through in his current state.
The reason he furrowed his eyebrows was not because he found it difficult to break through, but because he didn't like it.
With a light sound, an almost invisible mark appeared on the transparent glass.
Besides those invisible mosquitoes, the sword light was the only thing that could pass through it.
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The morning sun had already risen, and Zhaoge City woke up from its deep sleep.
After more than one hundred years of wind and rain, Taichang Temple was not as rigid as it was after it was rebuilt, and it had a sense of vicissitudes of history. The stone path leading to the Fiend Prison in the backyard was full of heavy ruts. The purple wild flowers in the garden were growing very well, but for some reason, they had never been picked.
As the gentle wind blew over, a sword light illuminated the dark eaves of Taichang Temple, as if the dead Old Dragon was about to wake up.
Standing among the patch of purple wild flowers, Jing Jiu recalled the time when he was in the Fiend Prison and that friend of his.
Along with the gentle wind, the sword light traveled in Zhaoge City. It was so dark that it was impossible to see it.
The sword light passed by the Jing House where a begonia tree had been planted, the grand hall of the Net-Perception Temple that had been moved to the Jing House, and the restaurant where Taiping Zhenren used to drink tea.
Of course, there was also the Imperial City.
This was where he was born, and where he had slept for many years. Many stories had happened here, and many people had lived here.
The Empress Dowager sat in front of the window and looked at the "Zen" character on the wall with a dazed expression.
Standing on top of the city wall, Gu Pan gazed at the bustling Zhaoge City. The hair on his temples shone brightly under the sunlight, and the expression in his eyes was exceedingly calm, as if he was appreciating the human world under his protection.
On the street outside the old plum garden, the people who had set up stalls greeted each other and rubbed their tired faces, preparing to start today's life of swindling money.
The steam in the breakfast shop had already dissipated, and the last half a steamer of beef buns was calmly placed on the table. The surface of the buns was oozing with blood-like oily soup, and it looked extremely disgusting.
Across the street, a little beggar looked at the beef buns and kept swallowing his saliva.
The spring sun shone on Zhaoge City. Everything was peaceful and beautiful. Of course, there were some ugliness, but everything was normal.
Some of them knew that something big had happened in Aoyama yesterday. Some saw the strange twilight of yesterday. But they didn't know that this world was in the process of being destroyed.
Jing Yao and the diplomatic mission of the Imperial Court were still on their way back. Gu Qing hadn't returned to Zhaoge City yet, because he had come too soon.
When he asked Gu Qing to leave Aoyama and hurry back to Zhaoge City last night, he hadn't thought of saving the world by himself.
As the sword light traveled in Zhaoge City, Jing Jiu saw these scenes, and he seemed to see many scenes in the fragments of time, and then he thought of many things.
Zhao Layue couldn't figure out why he was willing to take such a great risk to save the world, and it was hard for him to explain it himself. It probably had something to do with the cause and effect.
To explain these reasons, he had to think it over. Of course, he didn't need to think it over to know that he wanted to do so, and that was enough for him.
A few moments later, Jing Jiu had seen the whole of Zhaoge City, and he was certain that Bai Zhenren was not here.
It was because the sword light moved too fast that he could think of so many things and recall so many memories in such a short time.
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There was a small pavilion on the Chessboard Mountain outside Zhaoge City, which had been sealed off by the Imperial Court a long time ago. For the Cultivation circle and the highly achieved chess players, this pavilion was a holy place.
There was a Go board in the pavilion, and the black and white Go pieces on the board looked like two armies confronting each other, with countless hidden sharpness between them, which could even be called wind and thunder.
All of a sudden, the black and white Go pieces on the Go board were illuminated by a sword light, and they suddenly became lively, as if they were about to come to life.
The sword light passed through countless green trees, leaving countless fallen leaves behind, and headed toward the northeast, soon disappearing into the sky.
By the time the sword light reappeared, it had already arrived at the Thousand-Mile Wind Corridor.
One day and one night later, the wind here was not as dreadful as before, but it was still whistling like a knife.
The walls of the Inn were full of cracks, and many wooden planks were even broken. The green trees by the roadside had fallen to the ground a long time ago, looking quite miserable.
The sword light didn't linger at the Inn. It went into the deep part of the Thousand-Mile Wind Corridor with the wind, and stopped by the lotus pond.
"I've been here already …"
Jing Jiu thought to himself while looking at the broken lotus leaves on the surface of the lake.
Though everything looked calm and peaceful, there was actually an undercurrent at the bottom of the lake; and it was not the current of the water, but the wind.
Though he looked calm, the tiredness and tiredness couldn't be concealed at the end of his eyes.
His white cloth was ruffled by the wind, looking like a flag shot through by countless arrows on the battlefield, torn and tattered.
After leaving Aoyama, he went to the Heavenly Well by the East Ocean, went to the deep part of the ocean, and then went to the Underworld, killed the Grand Priest and crippled the Underworld Master. In the end, he came back to the human world and took a look at Zhaoge City. It was then that he stopped for the first time.
In fact, it only took him less than an hour to finish all of this.
This had never happened in Chaotian before.
Even Liu Ci's sword light that night was not as good as this.
This was a true miracle.
No matter how outstanding he was, his sword wills were almost exhausted, and he needed to rest for a while.
Walking on the surface of the lake, Jing Jiu looked like a fairy man who had returned after a great many years, covered in dust.
The broken lotus quivered slightly, and the water rippled slightly. The inky snake in the distance poked his head out and bowed to Jing Jiu reverently.
It didn't take long for him to arrive at the end of the Thousand-Mile Wind Corridor. He saw the rocky mountain that was even more tattered than his clothes, and the scholars of Yimaozhai around the rocky mountain who looked more exhausted than him.
And that Saint covered in blood.
Bu Qiuxiao's blood hadn't stopped flowing. Even though the blood would coagulate once in a while, it would be cut open by him.
It was because the blood of the Saint was the only thing that could seal this passage leading to the Underworld.
Yet, the amount of blood on his body was a bit too much.
The blood had a golden glow, which was similar to the fairy energy. However, the blood on the rocky mountain had grown dimmer, and the golden glow had almost disappeared.
There was no time for pleasantries at the moment, let alone congratulations.
"Why is she so fast?" asked Jing Jiu.
"It's the Escape Method of Heaven and Earth reinforced by the fairy energy. She's not as fast as you, but she's still fast enough."
Looking at Xi Yiyun's ice-cold body not far away, Bu Qiuxiao said, "She sneak-attacked me and wounded me, but I can hold on for a while."
Jing Jiu followed his line of sight and saw the corpses of a dozen scholars of Yimaozhai. "You might have to hold on for another four hours," he said after a moment of silence.
Looking at Jing Jiu's face, Bu Qiuxiao asked, "Can you hold on?"
"I should be able to," replied Jing Jiu.
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The whole of Chaotian, or even the whole of heaven and earth, had fallen into a stalemate.
Using heaven and earth as a furnace was truly an unparalleled method.
The truly powerful swordsmen who had the ability to change the situation couldn't leave their places for various reasons. Bu Qiuxiao couldn't leave the Thousand-Mile Wind Corridor; the Giant couldn't leave the Huge Whirlpool; Cao Yuan couldn't leave the Underworld; and the small green curtain sedan couldn't leave the Heavenly Well. It was because they wanted to keep this world alive.
But, how long could they hold on? The most important question was, how long could Jing Jiu hold on?
The first thing Bai Zhenren did after returning to the human world was to go to Yimaozhai and wound Bu Qiuxiao, a new Saint, before disappearing from heaven and earth.
It was evident that she intended to wait until Jing Jiu and these powerful swordsmen couldn't hold on any longer.
If Jing Jiu didn't intend to turn around, he had to find her and kill her within four hours.
But, where was Bai Zhenren at the moment?
The sword light illuminated the lotus flowers on the surface of the lake, the bloodstains on the rocky mountain, the eyes of the scholars of Yimaozhai, and the clouds and fog on the Cloud-Dream Mountain all year long.
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The cloud boat of the Zhongzhou School was still on its way.
Because of Tong Yan, Jing Jiu and Liu Ci had entered the Great Formation of Cloud-Dream once.
Even without these prerequisites, what formation in the world could block this sword light?
The Heavenly Slaying Formation couldn't do it, and the Great Formation of Cloud-Dream couldn't either.
The clouds and fog sank slightly, and then a tiny hole appeared.
In the next moment, a tree by a high platform in a valley was broken, and so was the stream. A crack appeared on the ground, extending to the deep end of the valley. It was unclear where the crack led to.
This was the deepest part of the underground, and also the deepest part of the Great Formation of Cloud-Dream. It had the darkest night and the most beautiful starry sky, as if it could lead to the fairy world from the human world.
There was a huge figure in the faint fog, exuding an unimaginable energy.
"Jingyang! You are too arrogant! "
The angry roar tore apart all the fog.
The Unicorn had finally revealed his true form.
It was hard to describe in words.
If the Dead Dog was like a black rocky mountain, the Unicorn was like the black mountain, covered with colorful banners and inlaid with all kinds of gems. The banners were bright and full of the aura of gems. They were awe-inspiring at first sight, but they also made the onlookers feel disgusted and ugly.
Regardless of whether he was beautiful or ugly, he was nevertheless the oldest being in Chaotian and a divine animal of the highest state, possessing the power to turn heaven and earth upside down.
Apart from the Queen of the Snowy Kingdom, nobody in the world could be his equal. The reason the Dead Dog could intimidate him was because the Dead Dog fought with all his might.
Yet, Jing Jiu didn't show any alarm in his eyes. "Where is Bai Yuan?" he asked calmly.
The Unicorn snapped angrily, "How would I know?"
Jing Jiu pressed, "If she knew I wanted to kill you, would she show up?"
The Unicorn laughed out loud, as if he had heard the most ridiculous thing in the world. "Even though you are the All in One, do you think you can kill me easily? Don't forget that I'm a true divine animal! You haven't seen my true Cultivation state and prowess. Do you think you are so great just because you are fast? Hahahaha … "
The Unicorn's laughter suddenly stopped, and an incredulous and angry expression appeared in his eyes.
It was unclear when Jing Jiu opened his right hand, an ancient bell in his palm.
It was the Scenic Cloud Bell.
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