[Fantasy Martial Arts] The Legend of the Evil God (Complete) - 32

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Chapter 1 of Episode 15

: The Four Great Generals

' Mansion, Devouring Heaven Pavilion.

The vast training room contained only "Heavenly King" Di Shitian

. Aside from a few round cakes on the floor, the room was utterly monotonous, yet the information it conveyed was understood by no more than ten people in the world. For martial arts masters like Di Shitian, Ding Chenyi, and Jun Nitian, progress no longer required arduous training. They could reach realms that ordinary martial artists could never attain in their entire lives simply by using their "hearts" to comprehend.

He had been practicing abstinence from grains and water, remaining motionless in this place for seven days. This morning, he had even stopped breathing, maintaining this state for twelve hours. Even with Di Shitian's profound mastery of the Turtle Breathing Technique, at such a dangerous juncture, he could only sustain it for about another hour.

Why would Di Shitian push himself to such a point?

Perhaps the way of thinking of a peerless master who has reached the "ultimate" realm is beyond the comprehension of ordinary people. When we entered the realm of Di Shitian's mind as required by the plot, we found that even in the world of divine consciousness, Di Shitian, who maintained a seated posture, finally opened his pupils halfway and said in a deep voice:

"What are you waiting for? Come to me..."

"Hmm."

When Di Shitian finished speaking in the realm of consciousness, a voice suddenly responded from the infinite darkness in front of him. Then, a thick fog with a strong aura of death and supreme domineering power began to take shape. From the fog, a demon-like figure slowly emerged. As the figure gradually became clear, that handsome face, sculpted by an axe and chiseled, was... none other than the world's number one master who had been dead for many days—"Yama Emperor" Jun Nitian!

Di Shitian smiled with satisfaction and said to the "Jun Nitian" before him,

"Your aura is exactly the same as it was back at the General's Mansion. And only now can I truly understand how strong you were back then... and how big the gap is between us... Now I want to know, is it possible for the 'Heavenly King' Di Shitian, who has mastered the 'Nine Yang Ultimate,' to defeat you, who was once hailed as invincible, within a thousand moves...?"

It turned out that the purpose of Di Shitian's "meditation" was to "create" a Jun Nitian at his peak from his deepest consciousness, the only person who had ever brought him a crushing defeat... If he couldn't defeat him, then Di Shitian would never have any hope of reaching the pinnacle!

And it wasn't in vain that Di Shitian spent seven days "creating" the illusory body in the realm of the mind. After hearing Di Shitian's "speech," Jun Nitian's lips curled into a cold, sharp smile, as if saying, "You defeated opponent, even if I gave you a thousand moves... ten thousand moves... a hundred thousand moves... you would never defeat me..."

Di Shitian could "sense" the intense consciousness.

Di Shitian let out a long laugh and casually struck out with a palm from afar.

Halfway through the push, a sound like the roar of dragons and the howl of tigers arose with the palm, and at the same time, the surroundings suddenly became extremely hot. A white flame ball the size of a lantern surged towards Jun Nitian like a raging wave.

This was a variation of the "Heavenly Bright Fire" after it had been cultivated to the "Nine Yang Ultimate" realm—Blazing Sun Thunderbolt!

Jun Nitian snorted coldly and raised his hand to deliver a hand chop. In the entire history of Jun Yanhuang, the word "retreat" had never existed. With a deafening boom, the fireball exploded, sparks flying everywhere. Had Di Shitian's "Blazing Sun Thunderbolt" been no match for Jun Nitian's "Peerless Demon Blade"?

" Blazing Sun Thunderbolt is nothing special! I've already said it, no matter how much your power increases," the "Heavenly King" is destined to be below the "King of Hell" for life! Jun Nitian pressed his advantage, instantly teleporting between them and delivering a powerful punch aimed straight for Di Shitian's face. Judging by its force and speed, there was no doubt that this punch could smash Di Shitian's head into a pulp. Although it was a battle within the realm of consciousness, the injuries would still be reflected in the body. If Di Shitian were killed by Jun Nitian during his "training," he would suffer irreparable damage in reality. However, it seemed that Di Shitian wasn't worried about this possibility. He flipped both palms outwards at the same time and laughed, "One Fiery Thunderbolt can't do anything to you, so what if a few more come?" Jun Nitian suddenly felt the air around him become extremely hot. Two crimson fireballs, the size of his head, seemed to appear out of nowhere and aimed at his forehead. If he didn't change his original stance, he would surely perish together with Jing. Jun Nitian snorted coldly and changed his move to claws in an instant. His hands, though slow, reached into the fireballs and squeezed them, turning them into dust. "A boring trick. If this is the move you, Di Shitian, rely on to defeat me, then I am truly disappointed!" Black mist surged like accumulating clouds. Jun Nitian unleashed his true fire. The "Chaotic Cloud Style" from his peerless demonic blade emitted heavy sword light, a chilling blade aura that threatened to cut his opponent into a thousand pieces. "Since Brother Jun has invited me, how dare I hold back any longer!" Di Shitian roared, his palms clasping together and then separating, drawing out nine crimson fireballs that rolled in a straight line like nine blazing suns. He pushed them outwards, sending the nine fireballs hurtling towards Jun Nitian with a howling wind! "This is the highest level of 'Heavenly Realm Bright Fire'—Nine Yang Thunderbolts! Please enlighten me, Brother Jun!" The nine fireballs shot towards Jun Nitian like nine stars in a row. The destructive heat melted his clothes even before they touched him. However, Jun Yanhuang, who had always fought with unwavering resolve, remained steadfast even when facing the ultimate attack. He advanced instead of retreating, unleashing the ultimate technique of the "Netherworld Mountain Sect"—the God-Slaying Seal! He faced the Nine Yang Thunderbolts head-on! "Boom!" The two earth-shattering internal energies clashed head-on, and the result was unexpected. Jun Nitian's "God-Slaying Seal" broke through the first six fireballs with unstoppable force, but it couldn't continue with the seventh fireball. His fist paused, and when it came into contact with the flames of the eighth fireball, his fist was violently shaken away! In a moment of astonishment, the ninth fireball slammed heavily into his chest! Jun Nitian's pupils contracted in surprise. The Nine Yang Fire Energy was no ordinary force. He felt as if he had lost his protective true energy and been thrown into a fire pit, the heat unbearable and the danger immense. He immediately mustered the power of the eighteenth level of "Hellwalk" to resist the Bright True Fire. His internal energy exploded outwards, causing the heavens and earth to tremble! Jun Nitian roared, pushing his "Hellwalk" power to its limit. Every inch of his muscles bulged out like a knotted bulge of strength, and black energy surged, actually repelling the blazing flames from his body. "As expected of King Yama, my only nemesis, you actually managed to withstand the 'Nine Yang Unity' that even melted the Demon Buddha! So what about this move?" Di Shitian moved swiftly, teleporting to Jun Nitian's side. He raised his hands and condensed a blazing fireball over a foot in diameter, then hurled it down at Jun Nitian! Beset by internal and external troubles, if Jun Nitian were to be struck by this Nine Yang Thunderbolt, he would be severely injured, if not killed. However, true "invincibility" means being able to remain undefeated in any situation. King Yama's strength was not solely due to brute force; his martial arts wisdom was what truly allowed him to turn the tide. It's just that many people are only awestruck by his outward strength and overlook his "absolute wisdom." Just like in the battle at the "General's Mansion," given the formidable strength of the combined forces of the "Heavenly Palace" and the "Netherworld," they certainly had the opportunity to kill him. However, Jun Nitian, through a combination of tactics and his own overwhelming power, controlled the entire situation from beginning to end, calmly departing only after achieving victory and defeating his enemy. Even if it was just a simulated illusion, the essence of "invincibility" will never change.

Jun Nitian suddenly roared, his fists swirling like a whirlwind, causing the lingering fire energy around him to coalesce into an even larger fireball, propelled by the wind and latent force. He then launched it at Di Shitian's Thunderbolt Fireball. The two fireballs collided, exploding with a deafening roar. Jun Nitian's fireball then devoured Di Shitian's Nine Yang Thunderbolt, combining into an even larger blazing sun ball that hurtled towards him.

"Well done, Jun Nitian! You actually managed to use my Nine Yang Fire Energy against me! So you were deliberately feeding me with your own body, using your 'body intent' to analyze and understand the application of the Nine Yang Thunderbolt, using fire to break fire! I utterly admit defeat!"

This internal dialogue was completed in the blink of an eye. The next moment, Di Shitian's entire body was enveloped in sun-like flames.

"Ah—!!"

Even Di Shitian himself couldn't endure the intense heat of the Nine Yang Thunderbolt, enough to boil iron and melt gold. His blood seemed to boil and evaporate, over 80% of his skin was instantly carbonized, and his beard and hair were completely burned away, making him a veritable fireman.

"It's not over yet! Behold my final move!"

Having been defeated once before, Di Shitian found an unwavering will to never give up hope in any adversity. While other experts would have already lost their will torment from the burning pain, Di Shitian endured it all, using his life essence as fuel, combining it with his remaining fire energy to unleash his final, strongest attack.

"Ultimate Nine Yang—Burning Heaven Flame Blade!" An

unprecedentedly powerful flame illuminated the entire consciousness space. From the front of Di Shitian's clasped hands, a white flame blade over ten feet long extended, the raging fire seemingly capable of dissolving and deforming even space itself, slashing down towards Jun Nitian.

This move, with its overwhelming power, surpassed even the strength of his clash with the Demon Buddha's "Ice and Fire from the Same Source" technique.

"Fine! Let's fight to the death!"

The ultimate attack was at the city gates, but Jun Nitian, always one to grow stronger against stronger opponents, had no concept of "retreat." An incomparably domineering aura erupted from "Yama Huang," and the "God-Slaying Seal," one of his three ultimate techniques, was about to be unleashed, aiming to use the "ultimate" to break the "ultimate"!

Just as the two powerful figures unleashed their ultimate moves, aiming to decide life and death in one strike, Di Shitian suddenly felt a sharp pain in his forehead, as if his entire brain was about to explode. The intense pain made it impossible for him to maintain his "absent-minded" state any longer. The consciousness world he created, along with Jun Nitian's, vanished simultaneously. In reality, Di Shitian opened his eyes for the first time since his seclusion, spitting out a mouthful of blood with a "whoosh."

Even though it was just a battle of consciousness, the simulated "reality" and the mental strain were simply too great. Even if there was no clear winner, Di Shitian would end up severely injured and coughing up blood.

Di Shitian rose with a solemn expression and walked out of the training room. Outside, someone was already waiting.

The person outside wore a scholar's robe and a square scarf, elegant and refined, only... A single face was adorned with an iron mask, exuding an incongruous murderous aura.

Indra was unsurprised to see the iron-masked man outside, as if his presence was perfectly natural. However, the duration of Indra's seclusion was uncertain; this meant the iron-masked man had been waiting outside for seven days and seven nights.

Only the two involved knew that even if Indra were to seclude himself for seventy days and seventy nights, the iron-masked man would wait without complaint, for he was the only person the "Heavenly King" trusted without reservation—Second only to "Ten Directions Annihilation," the "Right Prime Minister" Grand Tutor Wen!

Indra was not surprised by Grand Tutor Wen's presence, as if he had always known Grand Tutor Wen would be waiting there.

Grand Tutor Wen turned to Indra and asked, "The Heavenly King has emerged from seclusion?"

Indra gave a faint "Mm." Grand Tutor Wen noticed his solemn expression but deliberately remained silent, gazing up at the starry sky and saying,

"Your subordinate has something to report to the Heavenly King." "

Di Shitian raised an eyebrow and said, 'You chose this moment to bring it up, so it must be something very important. Speak.'

Grand Tutor Wen said, 'Since the disappearance of the natal star of King Yan, the Overlord Emperor Star, I have been constantly using the astrological techniques in the Imperial Supreme Scripture to find potential opponents who might threaten the Heavenly King. Until last night, I finally identified the Four Great Generals.'

'The Four Great Generals?'

Grand Tutor Wen said, 'Indeed, the Great Sun Heavenly King, the Peerless Evil God, the Lord of Floating and Sinking, and the Sword Emperor and Blade Emperor. I used the Imperial Supreme Scripture to determine the representative meanings of these four generals, and even the relationships of mutual generation and mutual restraint among them. However, when I tried to further use the natal stars to deduce the true identities of the other three, I was unable to obtain further results because the starlight of these natal stars was obscure and unclear.'" "

Emperor Shitian said, "I believe your star-gazing skills are unparalleled, but a top master cannot be made overnight. Of the four generals you mentioned, apart from the 'Lord of Floating and Sinking' of the 'Bodhi Throne,' I have never heard of the Peerless Evil God or the Sword Emperor and Blade Emperor in the martial world. If they are newly emerging juniors, I am confident that those fledglings have not yet threatened the strength of this veteran."

Grand Tutor Wen said, "The title of the four generals is just a symbolic meaning, like a divination in astrology. It does not represent the true identity of the person. Although the four generals include the Lord of Floating and Sinking, it does not mean that it is the Lord of Floating and Sinking himself."

Emperor Shitian frowned and said, "What exactly are you trying to say?"

Grand Tutor Wen hesitated for a moment, but finally said, "The four generals are mutually reinforcing and mutually restraining. And the 'Great Sun Heavenly King,' which symbolizes your natal star, is destined to be restrained by the other general star that inherits the 'Overlord Emperor Star'—the 'Peerless Evil God'." "

Emperor Shitian sneered, "Are you implying that Jun Tianxie, that spoiled brat with a split personality, will be my nemesis? If so, I'm quite looking forward to it." Grand Tutor

Wen said in a deep voice, "Logically speaking, even if Jun Tianxie received the power of 'Alaya Consciousness' from Jun Nitian on Life and Death Peak, he couldn't possibly have leaped to the point of having the strength to threaten you, Heavenly King. However, the star chart clearly shows that 'Overlord Emperor Star' and 'Peerless Evil God' are from the same lineage. Jun Tianjiao is already dead, and only Jun Tianxie remains of the Jun family bloodline. Therefore, the evil god who can restrain you, Heavenly King, is none other than Jun Tianxie."

Emperor Shitian laughed heartily, "Interesting! Although even now, I still have some doubts about your astrological divination skills, Grand Tutor, it's still a good thing to know that there are at least three people in the world who can contend with me, and I won't end up in the lonely predicament of being invincible!" "

With a loud laugh, Di Shitian walked past Grand Tutor Wen towards the exit of the Devouring Heaven Pavilion. Looking at his master's broad and imposing back, Grand Tutor Wen's eyes were filled with worry and sorrow!

—The destructive power of the 'Nine Yang Ultimate' is indeed unparalleled, but the fuel that propels this ultimate flame must be exchanged for one's own life essence! In other words, Di Shitian is now like an overburning torch; though it shines brightly, its days are numbered.

It's natural for powerful figures like Di Shitian or Jun Nitian to firmly believe in 'human will conquers nature' rather than vague and unpredictable metaphysical theories. However, Grand Tutor Wen, the 'Right Prime Minister,' one of the world's top astrological masters, knew that the 'four... The title " Four Great Generals" is not without merit. After the fall of "Number One Ruler Under Heaven," Jun Nitian, these four individuals reign supreme in the martial world.

However, the "Four Great Generals" are not immutable entities. They restrain and counterbalance each other. The fate of "Great Sun Heavenly King" surpasses that of "Lord of Floating and Sinking," while "Peerless Evil God" is destined to be the nemesis of "Great Sun Heavenly King"!

That is to say, without external intervention, in a one-on-one fight, Di Shitian would likely be defeated by "Jun Tianxie"!

"I will never let such a thing happen... even if it costs me my own life..."

Grand Tutor Wen's eyes flashed with a light more resolute than the iron mask on his face as he gazed in the direction Di Shitian had left, murmuring these words.

Chapter Two

, "Confession of Love," begins. Yu Baixue thought she had misheard, or perhaps it was a hallucination caused by her exhaustion.

But when she saw the half-smile on Ni Tianxie's face and the overwhelming evil determination in his eyes, she knew she hadn't misheard. Ni Tianxie genuinely wanted to marry her!

Yu Baixue's face drained of color, her usual intelligence and composure vanished. She covered her face and took three steps back, her voice trembling as she said,

"Tianxie... what are you saying...? You're not being sincere, are you..."

Ni Tianxie gently shook his dazzling silver hair and chuckled softly,

"I've never been more serious than I am now. You should understand my feelings, Mother..."

The word "Mother" sent a chill down Yu Baixue's spine as if an icicle had been plunged into it. She shook her head desperately, saying,

"Since you still know how to call me 'Mother,' you shouldn't be saying such absurd things in front of me..."

Ni Tianxie smiled and said, "In the world of the strong, power is truth. Before absolute power, nothing is impossible! After spending so much time with Father, Mother, can't you understand this principle?"

Yu Baixue's face turned ashen upon hearing this, clearly Ni Tianxie's words had reminded her of her unbearable past.

"In the end... will you and your father also go down the same path, using violence to force me to submit?"

Ni Tianxie shrugged and spread his hands, saying, "It's truly regrettable that Mother thinks this way. I'm confident that no one in the world can match my love for Mother, not even my deceased father. If I can't bring Mother happiness, then who can?"

Yu Baixue said in a trembling voice, "The so-called happiness you two have is just a shackle you've imposed on me. In the end, you only treat me as an ornamental bird in a cage. Jun Nitian has already imprisoned me for twenty years, and now it's your turn. I'd rather die than be a captive of your Jun family again!" Just as

Yu Baixue was about to use her inner energy to shatter her heart meridian, Ni Tianxie, who had anticipated her mother's move, preemptively struck first. Without moving, he simply raised his right hand, and several invisible sword energies arrived first, as if he had foreseen it, sealing off all the major acupoints on her body and cutting off all her actions that were about to begin.

Ni Tianxie walked to the immobile Yu Baixue, gently stroking her face with a hand, and said in a tender tone,

"I will not allow the only woman I deeply love in this world to suffer even the slightest harm, do you understand? Mother..."

Yu Baixue, of course, could not answer, but two crystal-clear tears streamed down her beautiful eyes.

—Don't you understand even now? The so-called happiness you and your father have is a burden imposed on me by your will. I would rather have never had such "happiness," I would rather have never known you!

Yu Baixue cried out silently from the bottom of her heart, but unfortunately, her voice could not reach the ears of her own son. Although they were so close in blood and in physical distance, the distance between their hearts was so vast.

Ni Tianxie scrutinized Yu Baixue for a long while before slowly withdrawing his hand, a slight smile appearing on his lips.

"I will not let Mother suffer any injustice. I will marry you with proper ceremony, a grand wedding procession, and invite all the prominent figures in the world to attend the wedding and bless us as husband and wife."

Looking at Ni Tianxie's confident and joyful expression, Yu Baixue suddenly realized that he truly believed every word he said would come true, even such an absurd joke—mother-son adultery! Just thinking about those four words made Yu Baixue break out in a cold sweat.

However, Yu Baixue also vaguely sensed that, given Ni Tianxie's abilities and seriousness, he truly had the ability to fulfill his words. This realization sent a chill down her spine.

—God! If this is a nightmare, please wake me up!

Yu Baixue prayed that all of this was just a nightmare, but unfortunately, this nightmare, which had lasted for twenty years, showed no signs of ending.

Yu Baixue was completely paralyzed, unable even to turn around or cover her ears. She could only listen to Ni Tianxie's gleeful monologue:

"Back then, Father single-handedly destroyed the 'Jade Yellow Dynasty' to ensure Mother's marriage into the Jun family, proving her unparalleled beauty and value. Now, as her successor, I cannot lag behind. Let me think… what kind of sacrifice should I choose?"

Ni Tianxie snapped his fingers.

"I've got it! Mother once collaborated with the 'White Path Alliance' to scheme against Father. In terms of strength, only they are comparable to the 'Jade Dynasty' of yesteryear. I'll choose them as the sacrifice!"

Yu Baixue's face turned ashen. This devil! He was actually going to harm the "White Path Alliance"!

Ni Tianxie's gaze suddenly softened, and he gently stroked Yu Baixue's jet-black hair as he said,

"If there is any fate more tragic than a curse... it is that we are mother and child, an unchangeable destiny. This is the only thing that has always troubled me..."

Ni Tianxie's words brought Yu Baixue the greatest psychological shock of the day. She had heard the same confession from Jun Tianxie before, which had already greatly shocked her. Now, the same words were spoken by the same "person," the scenery remained the same, but everything had changed. A fate

more tragic than a curse...? This phrase is most fitting to describe what has happened to me!

The person regarded as an ominous woman by everyone in the "Mingyue Sect"... the person who caused the downfall of the "Jade Dynasty"... the person who killed her husband and daughter... the person who gave birth to a monster who fell in love with her mother...

If there truly is a "fate more tragic than a curse," then Yu Baixue really doesn't know whose fate, besides her own, is more fitting to the meaning of this phrase?

Ni Tianxie, oblivious to the sorrow in Yu Baixue's heart, spread his arms wide, palms facing the sky, and laughed:

"However, such lamentation is now in the past. Today, I fear nothing, not even the will of Heaven can touch me! I no longer need to be bound by the foolish opinions of the world, or by the shackles of blood ties. I will follow my own path! The Path of Ni Tianxie! Because I am the 'Peerless Evil God'!"

Yu Baixue stared at Ni Tianxie with eyes of fear and despair. Her worst fears had come true. From the moment her son was born, she knew that his body harbored immense demonic power. This was one of the reasons she used her son as a "secret weapon" against Jun Nitian, because only a demon can contend with a demon…

But now that Jun Nitian was dead, it meant that no one in the world could restrain Ni Tianxie. The "Peerless Evil God" was about to descend upon the earth, and countless lives were about to be lost! And all of this was caused by her, this ominous woman!

Yes! It all started with her, so it should end with her!

This ominous woman should have disappeared from the world long ago! But before taking her own life, there is one thing she must do first!

—Defy the Heavens! This demonic seed she nurtured will bring immense misfortune to the world. Before she leaves this world, she must find a way to take this demonic seed with her!

It has been said that once a woman makes up her mind, nothing in this world can change or shake her decision.

Yu Baixue looked at her smiling son walking towards her and made this decision silently in her heart.

The White Path Alliance.

A strong stench of blood floated in the air, and the grim, blood-red paint stained the surrounding walls—a cruel and realistic depiction decorated with human lives.

Dozens of corpses of members of the White Path Alliance, regardless of age or gender, lay scattered on the hall floor, their deaths gruesome and clearly fatal, all killed instantly by a single blow. The perpetrator of this carnage was a man standing in the center of the hall—a silver-haired youth!

The silver-haired youth wasn't tall, but he exuded an aura of unparalleled evil, chilling and terrifying all who beheld him. No more than five people in the world possessed such an aura, and he was likely the strongest among them.

He was none other than the Heavenly Dao Saint Emperor—Ni Tianxie—who had once held the identities of "Jun Tianxie" and "Yu Tianxie," and now called himself the "Peerless Evil God"!

The two pillars of the White Path Alliance, "Flying Knife" Li Wuyou and "Wise Scholar" Kong Beihui, were covered in blood, their faces contorted with anger, shock, and defeat—a stark contrast to Ni Tianxie's composure and confidence.

"The seven sect leaders who claimed to be the pillars of the alliance turned out to be nothing special... Do you have any last words to say?"

With a gentle and handsome face and a peaceful and polite smile, it was hard to associate Ni Tianxie with the image of a ruthless killer. However, Li Wuyou and Kong Bei would never forget that Ni Tianxie had to take responsibility for the 175 lives lost in the White Path Alliance headquarters today!

Li Wuyou said bitterly, "Jun Tianxie! The White Path Alliance has no past grudges or recent enmities with you. My disciple Xiao Yao even has some friendship with you. Why are you so ruthless and heartless? Why do you want to exterminate everyone in my alliance!"

Ni Tianxie shrugged and laughed, "Heaven creates all things to nourish man, but man has nothing to repay Heaven. Mortals can be killed! What need is there for a reason..."

Li Wuyou was shocked and angry, "You...! What did you say? You're not even human, you're a devil!"

Ni Tianxie said indifferently, "How can an ice worm speak with a summer breeze... If you two have no other last words, please go on your way."

Kong Beihui's mind, known as the "Number One Intellectual of the White Path," had been working non-stop ever since Ni Tianxie broke into the White Path Alliance. However, Ni Tianxie's power surpassed any human intellect. Before the overwhelming evil power of the "Peerless Evil God," no strategy was of any use.

Unable to outwit him, and with no chance of victory in a direct confrontation, only one path remained before Kong Beihui!

"Brother Li! Go quickly, I'll hold him off!"

Kong Beihui suddenly struck Li Wuyou with a palm, using a soft, gentle force to send him stumbling towards the back door. He then used the force to propel himself towards Ni Tianxie.

—If they were truly doomed, at least they should preserve some strength for the righteous path; one death is better than two dying together!

Li Wuyou cried out in alarm, "Brother Kong! No!"

"Go! Don't let my sacrifice be in vain!"

Kong Beihui shouted back at Li Wuyou without turning back. Perhaps his actions violated the principle of self-preservation of the "wise man," but in life, one must do a few foolish things!

Tears welled in Li Wuyou's eyes. After years of camaraderie, how could he not understand Kong Beihui's intentions? But precisely because he understood, he couldn't leave Kong Beihui alone to face the ruthless demon Ni Tianxie!

"Where are you going...? Die here, all of you..."

Ni Tianxie maintained his usual gentle smile, but after uttering two sentences, the surrounding air rapidly cooled. The murderous intent hidden within his smile was as sharp as a divine weapon unsheathed, a prelude to his attack!

"Thus have I heard..."

With the second move of "Sword of Eternity," the entire hall was instantly enveloped by Ni Tianxie's mysterious willpower. In this macrocosm, the original matter was no longer the original matter, the original laws were no longer the original laws; everything was governed by Ni Tianxie's will!

Li Wuyou and Kong Beihui simultaneously felt a resilient yet incredibly strong force, like jellyfish layering around them, seemingly invisible yet omnipresent, like air itself. Moreover, this force had no limitations of time or space; in the blink of an eye, Ni Tianxie had trapped them both!

"Using two of the Eternal Sword techniques to kill you two at once... that would be the last bit of respect I can give you two 'seniors'..."

"Everything is extraordinary!"

Ni Tianxie's outstretched fingers suddenly clenched, and the Eternal Space instantly transformed into a torrential rain of swords. The unparalleled sword energy sliced through flesh and bone, instantly turning the two remaining pillars of the White Path Alliance—"Wise Scholar" Kong Beihui and "Flying Knife" Li Wuyou—into mincemeat! Blood and flesh flew everywhere, and not a trace of bones remained!

At this point, not a single person remained alive at the headquarters of the "White Path Alliance." Standing amidst the river of blood, Ni Tianxie, as if he had done something utterly insignificant, gently brushed his silver hair aside and suddenly laughed:

"Life is always full of regrets and remorse. Some words, some people, will always be left unsaid, never to be seen again, because we arrive too late..."

"Isn't that right? My 'good brother'... Xiao Yao..." Ni Tianxie

finished speaking and slowly turned to face Xiao Yao, one of the three heroes of the White Path—"The Romantic Blade"—who had just returned to the headquarters from a hundred miles away, only to be forced to accept the cruel reality before him!

Chapter Three: The Passing of Romance

Xiao Yao's face was ashen, his whole body trembling slightly. Looking at the tragic scene of his own people flowing like a river of blood, he couldn't utter a single word for a long time.

"If I could, I'd prefer to see you again in a different way, old friend..."

To Xiao Yao, Ni Tianxie's words sounded incredibly ironic. Despite always finding Ni Tianxie unfathomable and possessing an inexplicable air of wickedness, Xiao Yao couldn't bring himself to harbor genuine hostility towards him. He had always avoided becoming Ni Tianxie's enemy, and even after learning his true identity, this principle remained unchanged.

But now, for the first time, he felt deep regret for his decision.

"Why?"

Although his tone sounded calm, both Xiao Yao and Ni Tianxie knew this was merely a facade; beneath the surface, the turbulent undercurrents had accumulated to the point of imminent explosion.

Ni Tianxie chuckled, "Why? Why does everyone have to ask this ridiculous question? Why does everything have to have a reason? Since you want a reason so badly, I'll give you one—because I have the ability, and because I wanted to do it, I did it! Any more questions?"

Xiao Yao clenched his fists. "Because you have the ability and want to do it, you can do anything, even indiscriminately killing innocent people? Jun Tianxie! I really misjudged you!"

Ni Tianxie sighed, scratching his head, "Here we go again. Every time I see an old friend, I have to explain myself. This really bothers me. Fine! I always have more pity for the dying. The person in front of you is neither Jun Tianxie nor Yu Tianxie, but a new Tianxie after a unified split personality. You can call me Ni Tianxie, or 'Peerless Evil God'."

"Peerless Evil God..." Xiao

Yao only vaguely understood the term "Against Heaven's Evil," but the aura and power emanating from him were vastly different from the previous two Heavenly Evils. Moreover, Xiao Yao had just witnessed his mentor and another expert, no less powerful than his mentor, both die tragically at the hands of "Against Heaven's Evil" in a single exchange.

Although he didn't know what extraordinary encounter had led to such a rapid increase in power, the pressure Xiao Yao felt from "Against Heaven's Evil" was no less than that from his father, "Yan Huang" Jun Ni Tian!

In other words, he had absolutely no chance of winning this battle.

Xiao Yao was definitely not a reckless fool, but he also knew that there were always some battles in life that one had to fight even when victory was impossible.

"All along... I have tried my best to avoid confronting you directly. Perhaps... I was wrong to have such thoughts back then..." Exuding a kind of resolute fighting spirit, Xiao Yao's usually relaxed face was now replaced by a calm that was ready to die.

A glint flashed in Ni Tianxie's eyes as he tilted his head and chuckled, "I didn't expect... your cultivation to surpass Li Wuyou and Kong Beihui. Perhaps it's because that old ghost Xiao Wentian trained you well? That old ghost went to great lengths, deliberately planting you and Xiao Shiqing as pawns to aid the righteous forces. Unfortunately, his lifelong scheming ultimately led to his defeat by my old man's absolute power! And that will be your fate later..." "

The outcome is still uncertain, and besides, I, Xiao Yao, have always been a faithful follower of the goddess of victory. Don't speak too soon before the end!"

Ni Tianxie shook his head. "You still don't understand. Before me, no miracle is possible, because... the meaning of a peerless evil god is to be the strongest who can even control fate." As

soon as he finished speaking, without any warning, Ni Tianxie suddenly vanished before Xiao Yao's eyes, appearing and disappearing like a wisp of smoke. With a flick of his right hand, an unparalleled sword aura, carrying immense pressure, pierced Xiao Yao's chest in the blink of an eye!

Could it be that Xiao Yao couldn't even withstand a single sword strike from Ni Tianxie, and was defeated in one move?

No! Judging from Ni Tianxie's expression, it seemed that wasn't the case!

"Heh,"

Ni Tianxie uttered the name of the secret technique Xiao Yao was relying on to save his life. The latter exhaled a long breath of rosy energy, his entire body seemingly weightless as he floated backward. Although his face was as pale as paper and a trace of blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, he had clearly neutralized Ni Tianxie's attack in a single breath, managing to save his life.

"Not bad, your 'Formless Primordial Qi' has already reached seventy percent of Xiao Laogui's level. Given time, it won't be difficult for you to become another 'Mysterious Sect Master.' Unfortunately, before that day arrives, you will already be buried here."

Ni Tianxie laughed loudly, his hands holding nothing back. Using his fingers as a sword, he unleashed a refined and profound sword technique. In the crisscrossing, wild, cursive-style movements, he also maintained a light and delicate control, sealing off all of Xiao Yao's escape routes.

Xiao Yao hadn't expected Ni Tianxie's martial arts to have advanced so rapidly. If he hadn't already circulated his "Formless Primordial Qi" throughout his body before the battle, that attack would have been enough to kill him! Gritting his teeth, he unleashed a counterattack, using Li Wuyou's ultimate technique, "Turning Stone into Gold," to strike out with a finger. Innate true energy shot through the air like arrows, aiming straight for Ni Tianxie's brow.

It was a suicidal attack!

The difference in strength between the two was simply too great. If Xiao Yao couldn't risk his life to force Ni Tianxie to give up, there was absolutely no chance of winning this battle.

"Do you think such clumsy tactics will work on me?"

Ni Tianxie sneered, sweeping his palm. The sword energy around him condensed into the shape of a dragon, its mouth opening wide, its sharp teeth snapping at Xiao Yao. The finger force that Xiao Yao had forced out was actually repelled by the "sword dragon," the dragon's teeth still powerful, and taking Xiao Yao's life was only a matter of moments!

Xiao Yao roared, unleashing the full power of the "Formless Primordial Qi" technique, creating a black hole-like aura in front of him. The giant dragon plunged into the "World-Solving Force Field," and Xiao Yao felt as if a thousand-pound explosive had been placed inside his soul, his three souls and seven spirits almost shattered from his body, blood gushing from his ears and nose.

Xiao Yao was sent flying far away, barely managing to suppress the surging true qi within him. When he regained his footing, he saw that Ni Tianxie hadn't taken advantage of his predicament to kill him; he simply stood there with his arms crossed, a smile that seemed both friendly and mocking.

"So I underestimated you after all. Your 'Formless Primordial Qi' has already reached eighty percent mastery. Interesting! Back then, my father had to use fourteen percent of his 'Brahma Annihilation Breath' to defeat Xiao Wentian. Now I'll use eighty percent of my power, plus one hand, to see if I can defeat you within a hundred moves. It will also let me know who is stronger, the current 'Peerless Evil God' or the former 'Yama Emperor' Jun Nitian?"

Xiao Yao slowly wiped the blood from his face, his eyes blazing with fighting spirit. Nitian's self-imposed limitation had reversed his original less than thirty percent chance of winning to seventy percent. He raised an eyebrow. Mao said, "Although Jun Yanhuang is the master of the demonic path, he is a man of his word. But what about his son?"

Ni Tianxie chuckled, "Using such an old trick as provocation? Don't worry, if I can't defeat you within a hundred moves, I'll consider this a defeat, and I'll retire from the martial world."

Xiao Yao remained silent, then suddenly took a deep breath. His bones crackled, and a sharp aura rose from him, transforming the space around him into a vast ocean, sometimes turbulent, sometimes calm and still—it was impossible to tell which was the real him.

Ni Tianxie felt the distinct pressure from Xiao Yao, but remained unmoved, smiling faintly, "Heh, are you going to fight to the death?"

Come on! Only by defeating the strongest version of you can I prove that I have surpassed Jun Ni Tian!

Everyone harbors a goal they aspire to surpass. For Ni Tianxie, that goal was his biological father, Jun Nitian. Although the latter was long dead, the past of the "Number One Ruler Under Heaven" was simply too dazzling and glorious, forcing Ni Tianxie to fight under unfavorable conditions and prove his strength under even harsher circumstances.

Xiao Yao, determined to sacrifice himself to rid the world of a great scourge, gained a deeper understanding. His signature relaxed and carefree smile returned, and under Ni Tianxie's domineering and arrogant aura, it was as if the heavens themselves were covering him, forcing almost everything in his path to bow down. But while Xiao Yao couldn't be considered Ni Tianxie's equal, he remained unmoved, like a star in the sky whose brilliance could never be obscured by the darkness of night.

Ni Tianxie scoffed, "Don't even mention that you used the 'Eight Winds Unmoved' technique of the 'Formless Primordial Qi,' even if you mastered the 'Ten Directions Tathagata' technique, which even Xiao Wentian couldn't master, how could you possibly do anything to me?"

Xiao Yao said in a deep voice, "I don't want to defeat you, I just want to withstand a hundred moves of your one-handed attacks."

Ni Tianxie laughed, "You think taking a hundred moves from me is an easy thing? If I told you that from the moment we started fighting until now, I haven't even used half of my strength, would you still think you have a chance of winning?"

Xiao Yao's expression changed upon hearing this. At that moment, Ni Tianxie flicked his finger, and the eternal sword light, symbolizing death, once again shone brightly, slicing through the void. Xiao Yao knew that this sword light could not be resisted by ordinary protective true qi, so he rapidly spun his palms, activating the "World-Dissolving Force Field" to try to dissolve the sword energy.

"How could your inferior methods possibly defend against the true 'Sword of Eternity'?"

Ni Tianxie's cold laughter still echoed in his ears when Xiao Yao felt a sharp pain in his shoulder, as if a piece of flesh had been sliced off by an extremely sharp knife. This attack was truly silent and invisible, leaving no way to defend against it.

"If you can't defend, then don't defend!"

Xiao Yao endured the pain and channeled the "Formless Primordial Qi" to his leg. Using the "Bright Action Foot" method, he activated the "Knowledge of All Zen Liberation Samadhi Wisdom and Intelligence," and kicked out with a swift spin. Before the force of his leg even reached his body, Ni Tianxie felt a desolate feeling wash over him. He was momentarily bored, empty, and lonely, as if neither his body nor his soul had found a place to belong.

"Such petty tricks might be useful against the likes of Demon Buddha or the Nine Eccentrics, but they're utterly useless against me!"

Rebellious Evil Mandate unleashed the power of the Heavenly Dao, instantly expelling the feeling of "emptiness" from his body. With a flick of his finger, this time Xiao Yao didn't even have time to see the trajectory of the sword light before a large chunk of flesh was sliced off his right leg.

The excruciating pain shot through him! Xiao Yao didn't even have time to examine his wound. He darted to the side, trying to create distance before launching a counterattack, but unexpectedly, the moment he moved, a tight array of sword energy closed in, trapping him within.

Xiao Yao acted decisively, his body suddenly sinking, landing on one foot. At the same time, a tremendous suction force, like a myriad of streams converging, emanated from his body, attracting all the surrounding ordinary sword energy. Just as he was about to be pierced by a thousand swords, his other leg suddenly unleashed hundreds of rapid kicks, shattering the attracted sword energy one by one.

"Good! At least this level of strength is needed for this battle to have any meaning. Don't disappoint me!"

Ni Tianxie laughed loudly. His "Sword of the Mortal World" was wielded with intent, its movement virtually unrestricted by distance or space. The sword moved at will; even a casual flick of a single finger could create a scene of "falling leaves filling the empty mountains." One hand or two hands made no difference to him.

Xiao Yao understood this as well. To withstand Ni Tianxie's hundred moves, only close-quarters combat offered a chance. In long-range combat, even if all nine extraordinary individuals joined forces, they would likely fare poorly!

Therefore, Xiao Yao dodged one attack and, like an arrow released from a bow, rushed towards Ni Tianxie. His right hand's five fingers flew like five throwing knives, aiming for five vital points. Ni Tianxie sneered, his sword finger, as if prescient, already striking Xiao Yao's palm, breaking Xiao Yao's "finger knife" attack with lightning speed. Its wondrous nature was breathtaking.

"Swoosh!"

Xiao Yao screamed in agony as his palm was pierced by the sword energy of the Worldly Realm, leaving it a bloody mess. His right hand was now useless!

"Ha! Now you only have one hand left too, so it's a draw."

Xiao Yao ignored Ni Tianxie's sarcasm, withdrawing his right hand and unleashing a series of lightning-fast punches with his left. The space around them was filled with fierce and domineering fist energy, adding a sense of strangeness and difficulty compared to his usual light and agile fighting style.

"I didn't expect your dual cultivation of hardness and softness to have reached such a level of seamless switching, but even so, it's still hard to change your defeat!"

Ni Tianxie calmly flipped his palm, seemingly slow and gentle, yet perfectly blocking Xiao Yao's powerful punches that could catch flies, leaving the latter with no chance to succeed.

However, Xiao Yao's "follow-up move" didn't stop there. Seeing that Ni Tianxie's old power was exhausted, he suddenly shouted, and Ni Tianxie felt a powerful force suddenly attack from the void, seemingly illusory yet not real, seemingly real yet not real. When he tried to dodge, there was no trace to follow; when he tried to block, it was omnipresent.

Ni Tianxie slapped his own head with a backhand, and instantly a purple light enveloped his entire body from above, making him appear solemn and supreme, with an aura of divine inviolability.

"Heavenly Dao Sacred Armor!" Back then, the "Six Paths Sacred Emperor" relied on this technique and the "Sword of Eternity" to be invincible in both offense and defense!

Xiao Yao's desperate power vanished, and he swept his leg heavily across the purple light, only to feel an incomparably powerful counterattack surge forth, instantly shattering his protective true energy. Xiao Yao cried out, blood splattering all over his body, and flew far away.

Ni Tianxie shook his head and said, "What a pity! Although you placed all your hopes on this one strike, it still couldn't hurt me. I haven't even used twenty moves yet!"

Xiao Yao's bones and meridians were almost completely destroyed by the recoil, making it difficult for him to even stand up. He was practically covered in blood.

Ni Tianxie looked at Xiao Yao with his hands behind his back and said leisurely, "I see you are a rare talent. It's a pity to ruin you like this. The Six Paths Realm is in dire need of talent right now. If you are willing to join me, I will not only heal you, but also make you one of the Six Paths Shikigami. This is a rare opportunity that you can't ask for more than you can ask for. Besides, I can see that you still have countless attachments to this world. You don't want to die so meaninglessly, do you?"

Xiao Yao finally stood up, but tears streamed down his face.

Tears are usually a symbol of weakness or submission, but seeing Ni Tianxie shed two lines of clear tears for Xiao Yao, he frowned instead, showing no joy at all.

Despite his trembling body and the potentially fatal internal injuries, Xiao Yao's eyes were as clear and bright as a still lake. In a weak but calm tone, he said, "You're right. I do still have many attachments to this world, and I don't want to die like this. But to aid and abet evil in exchange for my own survival is something I refuse to do."

Ni Tianxie's tone revealed little disappointment, only a hint of regret. "I thought you were different from those conventional righteous people, but in the end, you still can't escape this self-imposed limitation."

Xiao Yao smiled bitterly, "I don't seek to live a life of unbridled joy, but only to die without regret."

"After all, we've known each other. I will ensure your departure is painless."

"Thank you."

"The fourth form of the 'Sword of Eternity'... 'Impermanence is Emptiness'!"

The moment the word "emptiness" was uttered, the villainous Ni Tianxie vanished from Xiao Yao's sight as if swallowed by the void. Immediately, Xiao Yao felt a tsunami-like surge of sword energy erupt, engulfing, devouring, and pulverizing everything in its path! This power was like divine punishment, utterly irresistible, and its speed left him no room to think or dodge. The monstrous sword energy traced an unpredictable path through space, drenching his entire body in the blink of an eye like a torrential downpour. A wound the size of a bowl appeared instantly when pierced by the thumb-sized sword energy! And strangely, he felt no pain whatsoever!

Watching his body crumble like a sandcastle eroded by the wind, even without physical pain, was still an unbearable experience! The feeling of watching himself die bit by bit was truly terrifying!

This is the feeling of death. Am I going to die...?

As his body was gradually "corroded" away by the Eternal Sword Qi, Xiao Yao's consciousness also began to blur. The "Eternal Sword" was an invincible sword that could even bury the soul!

As his body and mind gradually moved towards nothingness, the last thing to appear in Xiao Yao's remaining consciousness was not Ji Xiangtian, with whom he had a complicated relationship, but a beautiful and heroic woman with the calm and decisive demeanor of a general, whose appearance bore a slight resemblance to his.

Poetic...

though it sounds long, it was only a matter of two or three snaps of the fingers. Xiao Yao's body and soul had been annihilated by the fourth move of the "Eternal Sword" by Ni Tianxie—"Impermanence and Emptiness"—leaving not a trace of him in this world.

"Giving you the most thorough death, this is my respect for the old friendship of my deceased friend..."

At the spot where Xiao Yao disappeared, Ni Tianxie, who had reappeared from nothingness, stood coldly. In the bleak wind, the victor's body seemed somewhat lost and weary.

One of the three heroes of the righteous path, "The Romantic Blade" Xiao Yao, heroically sacrificed himself in battle against "Peerless Evil God" Ni Tianxie at the age of thirty-one. The

merciless wheel of fate shattered another hope of the righteous path!

Chapter Four: Sword Crossing All Beings

In a space of near-absolute darkness, a battle with lives at stake is unfolding.

Although there is no visible clash of metal, the atmosphere of confrontation is as tense as a physical reality. One of the protagonists of this dark battle—"Sword and Blade" Ding Shenzhao—is covered in sweat, his expression filled with fear and unease. Even his hands, gripping his sword, tremble slightly as he stares at the "enemy" who wants to kill him!

"Tianxie! Stop! Why must we kill each other?"

The only person in this world who could make Ding Shenzhao so "fearful" of battle is "Evil Star"! As the successor of the Heavenly Sword, he would not feel any confusion or fear even when facing "Yanhuang" Jun Ni Tian. Only when facing his "brothers" with whom he had once shared life and death would he be so vulnerable.

The sword's edge illuminated the darkness, revealing a handsome,

yet sinister, young face. "My good brother, Shenzhao, stop talking nonsense! Get your spirits up and prepare to fight! It would be too boring if you were defeated too quickly!"

The sword's edge crisscrossed, light and shadow intertwined, its energy laid out like the lines of a chessboard, relentlessly pressing forward.

Ding Shenzhao, his fighting spirit almost completely extinguished, could only parry Jun Tianxie's Nirvana Sword Energy with his own sword, but he couldn't completely block the all-pervasive sword energy, and several deep, bone-revealing wounds appeared on his body.

"Tianxie! I don't want to fight you anymore, please stop!"

Jun Tianxie laughed loudly, "But I want to fight you! Shenzhao, grant your brother's wish!"

Jun Tianxie raised his hand, and a large area of space collapsed like scattered rocks and clouds, turning into a rain of swords that struck Ding Shenzhao.

"Tianxie!"

Ding Shenzhao judged that if he didn't defend with all his might, this sword might very well take his life. He wasn't afraid of death, but he couldn't die like this! He couldn't die so inexplicably at the hands of his "brother"!

Ding Shenzhao clashed his swords together, and then a shockwave spread out like a boulder thrown into a lake. This wave of energy, though fierce, contained a domineering and kingly intent, instantly calming and dissolving Jun Tianxie's sword energy like snow melting in winter.

"Good! Is this the power you got from your cheap old man? It's quite impressive!"

Jun Tianxie raised an eyebrow, and with another flick of his finger, a dense cloud of sword energy poured towards Ding Shenzhao like water, its swiftness astounding.

Ding Shenzhao's resolute profile was soaked with sweat and blood, but he was never one to give up easily. Since Jun Tianxie required force to "communicate" with him, he wouldn't hesitate to use force.

Ding Shenzhao suddenly crossed his sword in front of his chest, exuding silence, calmness, and composure. A quiet strength containing boundless potential emanated from him, like a rock facing the crashing waves.

Jun Tianxie's sword energy surged, obscuring Ding Shenzhao's figure like dark clouds before a storm.

Ding Shenzhao remained unmoved.

"Good!"

Jun Tianxie looked at Ding Shenzhao with admiration, as if he already knew the latter could break his sword strike.

Ding Shenzhao suddenly raised his sword high, the tips trembling.

His movements seemed slow, but in reality, they were incredibly fast; the uncoordinated nature of his movements was enough to make one want to vomit blood just thinking about it.

As soon as Ding Shenzhao unleashed his "Movement in Immovability" sword technique, a series of metallic clangs filled the air, repelling Jun Tianxie's sword energy by more than three zhang (approximately 10 meters), preventing it from getting close.

Ding Shenzhao's sword and saber moved again, their cross-shaped lights flashing and flowing.

Even Jun Tianxie seemed afraid of the dazzling and sharp sword shadows and blade light, retreating. However, Ding Shenzhao's sword and saber were like maggots clinging to bones, like the ends of the earth, both far away and close at hand, like a dream—knowing he was dreaming, yet unable to wake up.

Seeing that he couldn't escape the pair of swords, Jun Tianxie smiled slightly. Just as the "Grass-Binding Sword" and "Ring-Holding Saber" were about to strike him, he suddenly stopped, as if deliberately seeking death, waiting for Ding Shenzhao's swords to strike.

"Tianxie?!"

Ding Shenzhao hadn't expected Jun Tianxie to suddenly give up resistance. This should have been a golden opportunity for Ding Shenzhao to kill his enemy, but why would he kill his "brother"? The sword, slashing down, abruptly stopped less than an inch from Jun Tianxie. Judging from the bulging veins on his arm, it was clear how much strain this action had placed on his body.

Unfortunately, the person he showed mercy to was someone who didn't know the value of mercy!

"Giving up victory for pointless emotions, Ding Shenzhao! In the end, you'll be just like your old ghost, a loser!"

In a battle between masters, even a small flaw can be the key to victory or defeat, let alone in Jun Tianxie's eyes at this moment, where Ding Shenzhao's fatal flaw was as large as an elephant!

"Emperor's Sword Technique—"The Emperor Commands His Subject to Die!" Jun Tianxie's right hand plunged deeply into Ding Shenzhao's chest and abdomen, then emerged from his back.

"Tian...Tianxie..."

Ding Shenzhao's face was filled with disbelief and shock. He couldn't believe that Jun Tianxie would actually attack him! And with such force! A killer!

Jun Tianxie's face still wore that kind, natural smile, but his hands showed no mercy. Sword energy, like a thousand sharp knives, mercilessly sliced through Ding Shenzhao's body, inflicting maximum pain upon its victim.

"It's time to say goodbye here... my good brother..."

A cold laugh echoed in the air. Jun Tianxie flicked his finger, like igniting a bomb inside Ding Shenzhao's body, blasting him to pieces, flesh and blood flying everywhere.

"Tianxie—"

Ding Shenzhao jolted awake from a deep sleep, his face as pale as paper, his entire body drenched in cold sweat.

"It was a dream... such a vivid dream..."

His weary voice was as deep as if he had just crawled out of a grave; it wasn't just his body that was exhausted, but his soul as well. True fear is the loneliness that cannot be expressed in words.

"Tianxie would actually try to kill me... How could this be... Even in a dream, I shouldn't have such delusions."

Ding Shenzhao's eyes revealed unease and fear. The fear came from within; as the saying goes, what you think about during the day, you dream about at night. If he didn't actually have some kind of worry about Jun Tianxie, he wouldn't have had such a dream today.

"It must be the influence of Fanxindi's words... That woman... I hope I don't run into her again... I will never let her escape a second time..."

He complained to a figure that wasn't there, as if this could lessen his guilt. Even Ding Shenzhao, whose cultivation had reached the "peerless and powerful" level, couldn't escape the common sense of mortals

. At this moment, he suddenly felt a sense of alarm.

"Who?"

"Hmph! I sensed some unusual fluctuations and thought it was some kind of expert, but it turns out to be just a brat..."

A slightly weak voice came from outside the cave entrance where Ding Shenzhao was standing. Then someone walked in, but Ding Shenzhao doubted whether it could still be called a "person." Beneath a wide, tattered blue robe, a emaciated body, reduced to skin and bones, swayed precariously. His face was deathly pale, like a corpse submerged in water for days. Even someone as bold as Ding Shenzhao couldn't bear to look at such a sight.

The only noteworthy feature was that on that withered, shriveled face, like a corpse buried for days, two eerie lights burned like will-o'-the-wisps—a symbol of impending death. For some reason, Ding Shenzhao could sense it.

"Who are you?" Ding Shenzhao asked.

"Breaking into someone's home and asking who the owner is? Are all the younger generation so rude these days?" the blue-robed man said coldly.

Ding Shenzhao was taken aback. "This is your place?"

The man in the green robe said irritably, "I've grown up in this cave since I was born. Tell me, whose place is this?"

Ding Shenzhao knew from the man's tone that he wasn't lying. He had only chosen this secluded cave as a temporary resting place on his way to find Jun Tianxie, because his old habits from growing up in the wilderness were hard to break. He never expected it to become his own backyard.

"Since that's the case, I apologize for disturbing your peaceful cultivation, senior. I didn't mean to, and I will leave immediately."

Not wanting to cause any trouble, Ding Shenzhao chose to leave immediately. Unfortunately, the man in the green robe didn't seem to intend to let it go so easily.

"Little brat... do you think you can just leave after saying sorry? One wrong step and you'll regret it forever. Go to another world and regret your foolishness!"

A dense killing intent began to surround Ding Shenzhao, almost tangible. If it were an ordinary person, they would probably have fallen into the Naraku Palace under this terrifying killing intent! However, Ding Shenzhao was no ordinary person. Although he was young, he was a "tearful killer" who had already walked through countless bloody battlefields, and he was also the only remaining "Heavenly Sword Successor" in the world. This bit of killing intent was not a problem for him.

Ding Shenzhao glanced coldly at the man in the green robe and said, "Let's forget it. Senior is injured, and I don't want to fight an injured person."

Ding Shenzhao's "good intentions" were met with utter contempt by the man in the green robe, who roared, "You ignorant brat! When I first started out, you weren't even born yet! How dare you spout such nonsense at me! You're courting death!"

The man in the green robe suddenly pointed a finger, but just as the force was about to be released, a faint fragrance wafted past Ding Shenzhao's nose.

A warning sign of danger rose in Ding Shenzhao's mind, and he immediately shifted his position. The invisible finger force swept past him, punching a large hole in the stone wall where he had been standing.

Ding Shenzhao was surprised by the strange and powerful force of the opponent's finger strikes, but also enraged by the ruthlessness of the man in the green robe. "You use such force against a complete stranger? Aren't you being a bit too cruel and heartless?"

The man in the green robe was also taken aback that Ding Shenzhao could easily dodge his "Falling Flower Fragrance Finger," but his anger boiled over. "You've got some skills! No wonder you dared to come alone to hunt me down. But no matter what your relationship is with the 'Mingyue Sect,' I, Du, will not surrender. If you want my head, show me your true skills!"

Ding Shenzhao was stunned. "Wait, what did you say? I'm not a member of the 'Mingyue Sect,' and I didn't come here to hunt you down."

The man in the green robe laughed angrily. "Do you think I'll believe you just because you say that? Do you think I'm a three-year-old?"

With a roar, the man in the green robe unleashed several waves of finger strikes, shooting towards Ding Shenzhao.

Faced with the relentless pursuit of the man in the green robe, Ding Shenzhao finally lost his temper. "Outrageous! You won't listen to reason, you have to resort to violence? Since you insist on humiliating yourself, then I'll grant your wish!"

*Clang!*

Ding Shenzhao's "Grass-Tying Sword" appeared in his hand.

Just as Ding Shenzhao was about to unleash his sword, the man in the green robe suddenly shuddered, his movements halting as if struck by lightning. The finger strike he had unleashed ceased, and then the man in the green robe convulsed, foaming at the mouth as he fell backward—a sign of qi deviation.

Ding Shenzhao was not surprised by this sudden change. He had already discerned that the man in the green robe was severely injured, only managing to suppress his injuries with his formidable cultivation. However, his insistence on fighting had ultimately aggravated his injuries, leading to an uncontrollable condition.

Ding Shenzhao had long recognized the man in the green robe's extraordinary cultivation, but he couldn't understand what kind of expert could have wounded such a master to the point of near death.

Seeing the man in the green robe let out a low growl like a dying beast, his eyes rolled back, blood gushing from his seven orifices, his body trembling and writhing uncontrollably

, it seemed that even without Ding Shenzhao's intervention, the man in the green robe would die within an hour. Witnessing the man in the green robe's agonizing struggle, a flicker of pity seemed to cross Ding Shenzhao's eyes. Then, with a flick of his wrist, seven sword energies bloomed like cold flowers, striking the man in the green robe with lightning speed.

To inflict such a heavy blow on someone completely defenseless seemed out of character for "Sword and Saber."

The sword energy entered his body, and the man in the green robe screamed. He sprang high into the air like an overstretched rubber band, then crashed back down. And then… he, who should have lost ninety-nine percent of his life, slowly regained normal breathing and even struggled to his feet.

What was happening?

"The Sword of Life...a sword that saves all living beings..."

In the process of studying the profound meaning of the "Sword of Life" left to him by his "father" Ding Chenyi, Ding Shenzhao suddenly discovered that this peerless sword technique, which "Heavenly Sword and Absolute Blade" had spent over a hundred years comprehending, possessed incredible magical power. Its uniqueness lay not in "destruction," but in "creation."

Although Ding Chenyi made a mistake in comprehending the Dao of "Ascension to Heaven in the Sun," he himself combined with the vast life force of "Not Entering the Sea of Trees," becoming an alternative vessel that was half-human and half-tree. This was probably the first time since humanity comprehended the "Way of Martial Arts" that "earthly spiritual energy" had been seen. Ding Chenyi became the first person to understand and practically apply it. Later, he even integrated earth energy into his own swordsmanship, thus creating the "Sword of Life" sword technique.

The "power exertion" practiced by ordinary martial artists, whether it be sword energy, saber energy, palm wind, fist force, etc., all belong to "dead energy" harmful to the human body. Only the "Sword of Life" can control "life energy" within its sword energy. This "life energy" can nourish all things and bring the dead back to life. It can be said that the "Sword of Life" is the first and only "sword for living people" in history, not a sword for killing. The

"Sword of Life," which is infused with the spiritual energy of the earth, has a greater effect on regenerating muscles and tendons and bringing the dead back to life than any elixir. Even when the sword energy passed through the body of the man in the green robe and seeped into the ground, it caused moss to grow on the previously barren land, demonstrating its miraculous effects.

Although this is the case, this was the first time Ding Shenzhao had used the healing power of the "Sword of Life" on a person since he had mastered it. In the end, perhaps it should be said that the man in the green robe was not destined to die!

The man in the green robe stood up weakly, looking at Ding Shenzhao with a complex expression. After a long while, he asked, "Why did you save me?"

Ding Shenzhao replied calmly, "I didn't save you. I just didn't want to lose a good opponent under unfair circumstances. Let's continue this unfinished battle after you've recovered from your injuries!"

He saved the man's life and still used a tactful way to save face. Since Ding Chenyi's death, Ding Shenzhao's mentality had matured, and he was no longer the naive young boy he once was.

The man in the green robe stared coldly at Ding Shenzhao without moving. After a long while, he sighed and said, "Boy, do you know who I am?"

Ding Shenzhao shook his head, indicating he didn't know.

The man in the green robe said, "I am one of the Nine Eccentrics, the 'Flower-Obsessed Madman'—Du Qingshan."

Chapter Five: Forbidden Dream

. The saying "a person's name is like a tree's shadow" seemed inapplicable to Ding Shenzhao, the "Sword Master."

Hearing the man in the green robe announce his name, Ding Shenzhao merely raised an eyebrow slightly, then showed no further reaction.

In fact, if it weren't for the connection with the "Demon Spirit" Ye Meixie, Ding Shenzhao might not even know who the Nine Extraordinary People were.

Seeing that the other party still didn't react much after he announced their names, Du Qingshan couldn't help but snort in dissatisfaction and asked, "What, kid, you haven't heard of the Nine Extraordinary People before, have you?"

Ding Shenzhao coldly replied, "Even if I have, so what..."

"You..." Du Qingshan was about to get angry upon hearing this, but then he thought that the other party had saved his life, so he had to suppress his anger and asked, "Where did you learn this sword qi cultivation that can restore tendons and meridians?"

"Did I need to tell you?"

Du Qingshan's withered face twitched, his anger on the verge of exploding. He said coldly, "Boy, don't think that just because you did me a little favor, I can tolerate your rudeness..."

Ding Shenzhao said unhappily, "You've been the one causing trouble for me from beginning to end. I was only forced to defend myself. Once you're healed, I'll be ready to fight this unfinished battle anytime, but for now, I have to continue on my way!"

After Ding Shenzhao finished speaking, he turned to leave the cave. Du Qingshan watched his back, his expression changing several times in an instant, finally revealing a ruthless look as if he had made a painful decision. Then, he lunged at Ding Shenzhao from behind.

"Where do you think you're going! Leave me with my life!"

"You're courting death!"

Having tolerated this treatment time and time again, Ding Shenzhao finally couldn't hold back his murderous intent. Just as he sensed the wind behind his head, his sword and saber were drawn simultaneously, and he turned around and slashed diagonally.

"Swoosh!"

To Ding Shenzhao's surprise, the sword and saber pierced Du Qingshan's body without any resistance, as if the other party had come to die.

"You..."

Ding Shenzhao's face showed surprise. He simply couldn't understand why someone who had just returned from the brink of death would want to use him to commit suicide!

Du Qingshan endured the excruciating pain of the swords piercing his body, his two large, trembling hands slowly grasping Ding Shenzhao's shoulders. Then, taking advantage of the latter's shock and momentary lapse in defense, he did something even more unexpected. A surge of

powerful true energy flowed from his shoulders, through the Kan Ding, Jiu Hui, Tai Yin, Zhong Fu, Dai Zong, and finally to the Dantian Qi Hai. By the time Ding Shenzhao tried to repel it, this true energy had already merged with his original true energy, becoming inseparable.

Unable to break free and unwilling to inflict further harm on Du Qingshan in his current state, Ding Shenzhao shouted in desperation, "Stop! You'll die if this continues!"

Du Qingshan's face grew even paler and more withered from the loss of his power, as if he had aged more than ten years in an instant. His voice trembled as he said, "Death is inevitable for me. My heart meridian was already severely damaged by Jun Yanhuang. Even with your healing sword energy, I'm only prolonging my life. I've always been a loner, never accepting favors, yet you've become the only exception. My life is nearing its end. Now, the only thing I can do to repay you is to bury this accumulated forty years of internal energy with me." "It would be such a waste to give it to you now, so I'll repay your favor!"

Ding Shenzhao said anxiously and angrily, "Don't take matters into your own hands! Who asked for this kind of repayment?"

Du Qingshan didn't continue to answer, but instead showed a childlike innocent smile and asked Ding Shenzhao, "Kid, let me ask you a question, have you ever loved anyone?"

Ding Shenzhao was stunned. He didn't expect Du Qingshan to ask such an unrelated question at this critical moment. What surprised him even more was that when asked this question, the image that flashed through his mind was not his first love, Xiaolian, but the woman who had deceived and used him—"Demon Spirit" Ye Meixie!

Du Qingshan didn't miss Ding Shenzhao's sudden change in expression. He laughed dryly, "Ha! I didn't expect you to be so young, yet so adept at matters of love! Little friend, those who have loved are blessed. Cherish the person who gives you that feeling of love, don't wait until you lose them to regret it."

As he spoke, Du Qingshan's gaze suddenly became distant, as if recalling some scene from his memory. Even a martial artist like him, whose past was shrouded in mystery, could have things he couldn't let go of? Or was it just that a dying man's words are kind?

In less than half a cup of tea's time, Du Qingshan had become like a sand sculpture eroded by the wind, about to collapse with the slightest touch.

The balance of power was tilting rapidly, but Ding Shenzhao's only reason for not shaking off Du Qingshan was to prevent him from experiencing any more harm. However, this stalemate finally came to an end. Du Qingshan's hands loosened, and he collapsed into Ding Shenzhao's arms.

“Senior…” Ding Shenzhao embraced Du Qingshan tightly, pouring his life-giving sword energy into him, but the response was like a drop in the ocean, unable to stir even the slightest ripple of life, indicating that the latter was beyond saving.

Du Qingshan’s cheeks flushed as if in a final burst of energy, and he raised his head, saying, “No need to… waste your energy on me… I… cannot be saved…”

An indescribable sadness rose in Ding Shenzhao’s heart. Not long ago, he and Du Qingshan were two parallel lines, complete strangers, but in the blink of an eye, the person who had passed on his life’s inner strength to him was about to pass away. The unpredictability of fate could not be greater than this.

“Young brother…now that things have come to this…can you tell me…your name…?”

Hearing Du Qingshan’s voice grow weaker and weaker, a hint of regret flashed in Ding Shenzhao’s eyes. “Of course, my surname is Ding, and my given name is Shenzhao.”

Upon hearing this, Du Qingshan’s expression changed. “You are ‘Swordsman of the Vertical and Horizontal Blades’ Ding Shenzhao! And a friend of ‘Evil Star’ Jun Tianxie, son of Jun Yanhuang?”

Ding Shenzhao nodded. “That is indeed me.”

Du Qingshan sighed, “Fate! Fate! Fate is cruel! I can’t avenge this grudge!”

Ding Shenzhao, of course, understood Du Qingshan’s feelings. He said solemnly, “I’m sorry, although you have been kind to me, I could never be an enemy of Tianxie.”

Du Qingshan said with difficulty, “The competition between me and Jun Yanhuang was a fair contest among martial artists. I am inferior in skill, and I have no regrets even if I die. It’s just that your friend…Jun Tianxie… ” He... is said to have inherited the title of "Six Paths Holy Emperor" and destroyed the "White Path Alliance" with one man's power! Have you ever thought that... the Jun Tianxie now may not be the same person you knew before. "What

Du Qingshan was talking about was Ding Shenzhao's recent worries. The same question of Brahma Heart Truth was raised not long ago, but this time, Ding Shenzhao replied without thinking: "No matter what Tianxie becomes, he will always be my brother, and this will not change.

Du Qingshan sighed: "It is Jun Tianxie's blessing to have a brother like you."

Ding Shenzhao said resolutely: "It is because of Tian Xie that I am what I am today. No matter what, I will not betray him. For Tian Xie, I am not afraid of making enemies in the world!" "

Du Qingshan's tone suddenly weakened and said: "No matter what you want to do, I have no right or ability to interfere..."

"Senior! Senior! "

Feeling that Du Qingshan's life fluctuations were rapidly declining, Ding Shenzhao quickly poured in more living sword energy, but like Shi Shen Dahai, he couldn't react at all. The sword energy that caused the rebirth of the continued veins couldn't find any point of strength and broke on its own. There was only one possibility: the "madman" was beyond saving, with no chance of survival!

"I never imagined that I, Du... a man of such renown throughout my life... would die in such a place... But to meet you in my final moments, to have the torch passed on... Heaven has been kind to me after all... After all..."

As he uttered the word "After all," Du Qingshan closed his eyes, his breath ceased, and he collapsed dead in Ding Shenzhao's arms.

A legendary figure had passed away!

Yu Baixue had a dream.

In the dream, Jun Nitian appeared before her. She vaguely knew that the dead could not be brought back to life, and that the person before her was merely a dream illusion. Yet, she still couldn't help but throw herself into Jun Nitian's arms, letting her long-suppressed tears flow freely, as if trying to bury herself in his strong, reliable chest, constantly telling her deceased husband about her feelings for him, her guilt towards him.

Jun Nitian said nothing, simply holding her quietly. Even so, Yu Baixue felt a sense of relief and liberation she hadn't experienced in years. Even if it was just a dream, if this feeling could last, she would rather never wake up.

Unfortunately, beautiful women often have tragic fates, and cruel destiny never missed an opportunity to torment Yu Baixue.

In the previously empty world where only the two of them existed, an "outsider" suddenly appeared, launching a vicious attack on Jun Nitian from the outset. A bloodied hand pierced through her chest, mercilessly shattering Yu Baixue's brief happiness.

"Jun...Jun Lang!..."

Yu Baixue's eyes widened in terror as she watched Jun Nitian give her a calm and peaceful smile before his body shattered into countless tiny particles, disappearing from her sight.

"No—"

Yu Baixue screamed hysterically, and in her dazed vision, a handsome, silver-haired young face appeared.

"Mother, were you calling me 'My Lord' just now?"

"Tian...Tianxie!..." Yu Baixue's voice sounded like she was weeping blood as she looked at her "son," who had an angelic face but a devilish heart. Her legs went weak, and she collapsed to the ground.

"Mother, why is your expression always so unpleasant when I see you?" Ni Tianxie revealed a cruel smile, like someone toying with their prey. Looking at Yu Baixue's exquisite curves, he inexplicably reminded her of a master chef about to cook an unparalleled dish.

"Why...why won't you let me go? Why?!"

Facing Yu Baixue's desperate, almost pleading accusations, Ni Tianxie bent down to bring his face to his mother's level, and said softly, "Because I haven't given you happiness yet, Mother!"

"Happiness?" Yu Baixue hissed, "What happiness can you give me?! Your existence is the source of my greatest pain!"

Ni Tianxie smiled slightly, "That's because Mother has always misunderstood and distorted my definition of her. The so-called mother-son love is unacceptable to the world; that's just an old, outdated rule passed down by ordinary people. For extraordinary people like Mother and me, it has no meaning whatsoever. Mother should understand this as well as I do."

Yu Baixue murmured, "Madman...you people from the Jun family are all madmen..."

"This madman, I was born from your own womb after ten months of pregnancy, Mother."

Ni Tianxie's words were undoubtedly a fatal blow to Yu Baixue. The fact that she had been raped by Jun Nitian and given birth to this demon star who brought disaster to the world had always been her greatest pain.

"Heavens! What have I done wrong? Why are you punishing me like this?!"

"Punishment? Mother, you're mistaken. I am a blessing bestowed upon you by Heaven." Ni Tianxie smiled and raised his hand. An unknown force suddenly struck Yu Baixue, tearing her upper garment to shreds like snowflakes, yet without harming her delicate skin in the slightest.

"You! What do you want to do?!" Yu Baixue hurriedly covered her vital parts with her hands, screaming.

“Mother, you’ve been lonely for too long. From now on, I will take care of you in Father’s place!”

“You! Do you know what you’re saying? I’m your mother!”

“Of course I know you’re my mother,” Ni Tianxie’s fervent eyes burned like two raging demonic flames, “but at the same time, you are also the woman I love most.”

Yu Baixue seemed to have completely lost her composure, exclaiming, “Madman! Madman! I could never love a madman! Stop dreaming!”

“Whether I’m mad or not, Mother knows better than anyone,” Ni Tianxie said slowly, “and I also know better than anyone what you truly need in your heart, Mother.”

“You… what are you saying? Stop toying with me!”

“I said…” Ni Tianxie’s face was so close to Yu Baixue’s that they could hear each other’s breath, and his gaze pierced her heart like two sharp arrows. “Father has been gone for some time now, and as far as I know, you and Father haven’t consummated your marriage for at least seventeen years. Mother is in her prime, and doesn’t she feel lonely and restless every night?”

Yu Baixue’s body trembled, almost unable to believe what she was hearing. “You… how could you say such vulgar and shameless things to your own mother? You’ve completely lost your mind!”

“Lost your mind? Is that how Mother saw me?” Ni Tianxie sneered. “That’s a real pity. I thought that besides Father, Mother was the person who understood me best in the world!”

Yu Baixue said in a trembling voice, “I don’t understand you. I’ve never understood you!”

“It doesn’t matter if you don’t understand, after all, we are mother and son, the only blood relatives in the world,” Ni Tianxie’s eyes suddenly radiated a demonic and lewd light as he looked at Yu Baixue and said, “And mother is the only woman in this world who can move my heart!”

Yu Baixue never dreamed that her own son would say such rebellious words to her. For a moment, her mind was struck as if by lightning, and she completely forgot to struggle.

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