If there was only one color left in the world, then the world would be incomplete.
But at this moment, when this strange, mirror-like world was filled with brilliant golden light, even Yang Xuan was flustered for a moment.
The golden moon appeared, then shattered. Huge icicles broke through the air, then turned into little snowflakes. Even the scarlet lotus that could incinerate everything was overshadowed by the golden light that filled the sky and disappeared without a trace.
Xuanyuan's sword had surpassed the Way of the Sword and all other means of attack in the world. It had become an inevitability.
When the sword came out, everything surrendered.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
Whoosh! The golden light penetrated her body, and her clothes fluttered. Mo Lingyun stared blankly at the body in front of her, which was full of holes. Her eyes were full of confusion.
Yang Xuan, on the other hand, was smiling, smiling.
"This is what I want," he said with a smile. Then he pointed his finger.
Yin and Yang were in chaos, and life and death were tribulations.
The white color of life and the black color of death instantly occupied the entire sky, splitting the sky and the golden brilliance into two halves.
The whole world was filled with a strange sound, like a lover's whisper, but also like the growth of all things.
Vaguely, Mo Lingyun seemed to see flowers blooming, grass growing, birds chirping, and spring water gurgling. But in just a second, everything changed.
Everything withered, then died.
Mo Lingyun's heart trembled. She suddenly felt that she would rather die like this.
The golden light finally dissipated among the withered things, leaving only a man and a sword in the world.
A golden sword.
The scholar looked at the golden sword in his hand, then looked at Yang Xuan. For the first time, his eyes showed a touch of surprise and admiration.
"You're not bad. In terms of cultivation, you're not far from the Renhuang of yesteryear," the scholar put away the sword and said lightly.
Yang Xuan's body emitted a faint brilliance. His body, which had been riddled with holes by the golden light, was restored in just a few seconds.
"If you leave now, I won't pursue the matter." The scholar was still expressionless, and his voice was emotionless, like an emotionless robot.
Yang Xuan smiled and didn't say anything. He just slowly stretched out his hand.
His five fingers formed a hook, as if he was going to pick up something. His movements were extremely gentle.
In the next moment, the wind and clouds surged.
The sky suddenly turned black, as if something had shrouded the sky. An indescribable aura began to gather in all directions.
The scholar looked up at the sky. As the golden light bloomed, the golden Xuanyuan Sword appeared in his hand again.
"If the Renhuang wields the sword, of course I am no match for him. But you are just a wisp of your spirit. Even if you have Xuan Yuan, it will be difficult for you to exert its power. Yang Xuan clenched his fingers and said indifferently, "Your strength is not as good as that guy's. It's a waste of God's gift to hold the divine artifact. Why don't you give it to me?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the sky split open.
An incomparably huge black palm stretched out from the huge crack. Without the slightest pause or hesitation, it directly grabbed at the scholar.
In the face of this huge hand, the scholar's calm face seemed to show a trace of surprise. But in the next moment, he resolutely raised the golden sword in his hand.
At the moment when the golden sword was raised, a golden river suddenly appeared between heaven and earth. Nine bends and nine twists, like a golden dragon, crossed the void.
The divine dragon, who had been watching the battle from the side, let out a dragon roar that shook the sky. Its body moved, and suddenly, its huge body stretched out from the clouds. It instantly intertwined with the golden dragon formed by the sword aura, and then, together, swallowed Yang Xuan.
The golden river converged into the sea, and monstrous waves began to drown the world. Yang Xuan's Hand of Heaven, which was formed by the will of the Way, seemed insignificant under these huge golden waves.
But Yang Xuan smiled.
"So your strength is almost exhausted, and you need to borrow the power of the divine dragon to exert some of the power of the Xuanyuan Sword. But unfortunately, it's not enough, "he said indifferently, and then suddenly clenched his fingers.
Boom!
The golden sea exploded in an instant. When the five fingers that supported heaven and earth closed in the center, the nine bends of the golden river that originally stretched across heaven and earth exploded in an instant, exploding into specks of golden light that filled the void.
The divine dragon let out a dragon roar that shook the sky, and its body quickly shrank. In just a few breaths, it had shrunk to the size of a sword.
The scholar's face was extremely pale, and there were traces of golden blood at the corner of his mouth. The golden Xuanyuan Sword flew out of his hand, and directly flew toward Yang Xuan.
The sword, Fei Ling, was caught in Yang Xuan's hand.
But in the next moment, a dazzling golden light that was like the sun instantly bloomed in his hand.
Yang Xuan let out a muffled groan, and his arm moved his body, causing it to tremble violently. A tsunami-like power rushed out of the sword, and instantly entered his body.
In just a breath's time, cracks appeared on Yang Xuan's body. A golden brilliance bloomed from the cracks, and it seemed like it was going to burst him into pieces.
"Heh, your temper is quite fierce." Yang Xuan did not seem to feel anything strange about his body at all. His eyes were calm, but his fingers tightened, "But since you're already in my hands, how can I let you be so presumptuous?"
As soon as he finished speaking, a large amount of black gas suddenly appeared on his arm, like black pythons, and wrapped around Yang Xuan's arm like dragons.
"Submit, or die." Yang Xuan said coldly as the black gas filled the air.
The golden light burned even brighter, and Yang Xuan's entire body seemed to have turned into a sun, scattering tens of thousands of rays of light to the world.
But if one looked closely, one would notice that between the billions of rays of golden light, there were traces of black gas that began to spread, and inch by inch, the lost mountains and rivers were recovered.
The scholar stood still, and calmly watched everything that was happening in front of him.
Mo Lingyun's eyes were dull, and his gaze kept switching between the scholar and Yang Xuan. No one knew what he was thinking.
The divine dragon, which had shrunk into a snake, did not leave, and kept circling in the sky.
Time strangely stopped like this, as if it would last until the end of time.
After an unknown period of time, the scholar suddenly let out a long sigh.
After the sigh, the golden light began to dissipate, revealing Yang Xuan, who was holding a golden long sword and whose body was riddled with holes.
Yang Xuan smiled, and his body moved slightly. The golden long sword in his hand shone with golden light, drawing a strange formation in the air.
"I see. So this is the Sword of the Emperor. So this is the secret of Penglai," he said calmly.
The scholar walked towards Yang Xuan, and his body began to fade. When he walked in front of Yang Xuan, he was almost transparent.
"Treat it well," the scholar said. After that, he directly turned into a faint white light, and entered the Xuan Yuan Sword in Yang Xuan's hand, and disappeared without a trace.
He was originally a trace of spirit from an unknown source, and relied on the power of Xuan Yuan and the power of the divine dragon to persist until now. Now that Xuan Yuan had recognized him as its master, he no longer had the power to appear in the outside world. Only by entering Xuan Yuan could he retain the last of his spirit.
The small snake-like divine dragon did not need Yang Xuan to call for it to enter his body automatically, and contributed its power.
From Yang Xuan's breath, it had already smelled the scent of its own kind.
After the divine dragon entered his body, Yang Xuan took a deep breath, and suddenly waved the long sword in his hand forward.
Whoosh!
A huge beam of golden light tore through the void, tearing open an endless crack in the void.
The mirror receded like a tide, and in just a few breaths, it disappeared without a trace.
The sea breeze blew. Yang Xuan, who was standing quietly above the island, looked at Mo Lingyun, who was still in a daze, and said calmly, "Where are you going?"
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