Summoning the Peak of the Three Kingdoms

Chapter 2973 Yin and Yang Intertwine, Blood Stains the Green Lotus

Chapter 2970: Yin and Yang Intertwine, Blood Stains the Green Lotus

Luo Hou's meaningful words, like a cold, venomous snake, instantly burrowed into Hongjun's ears, sending an unprecedented chill straight to the top of his head.

Before he could even turn around completely, he caught a glimpse of a familiar figure beside him and trembled violently!
"Uh-"

A piercing scream tore through the sky, carrying with it extreme pain and unbelievable horror.

It was none other than the Taoist of Dinghai!

Just as Dinghai Daoren was slightly shaken by Luo Hou's words "Today is your death day" and was on full alert for the Demon Ancestor in front of him, his "fellow Daoist" Wuxing Daoren, who was standing shoulder to shoulder with him, changed direction without warning, his hand that had been forming the Five Elements Hand Seal.

The peaceful Taoist charm of flowing five colors vanished instantly, replaced by a completely different, chilling sense of the yin-yang cycle.

That hand moved with ghostly speed, its five fingers pressed together like cones, and in its palm condensed a ball of grayish-white light that was neither fully formed nor contained a terrifying tearing power—the Yin-Yang School's secret killing move, the Two Elements Mysterious Fiend Break!
puff!

That hand, carrying the power to pierce through the void, pierced through Dinghai Daoren's heart from behind with perfect precision and without any hindrance.

The protective robe worn by the Taoist of Dinghai, which was strong enough to withstand the full force of a Grandmaster's attack, was as fragile as paper in the face of this chaotic evil energy of yin and yang.

Fresh blood, mixed with fragments of a broken heart, gushed out from a terrifying, bowl-sized hole in the chest of the Taoist priest Dinghai!

"Five Elements...you...?"

Dinghai Daoren's eyes widened, his eyeballs almost bulging out of their sockets. He stared intently at the face of the "Five Elements Daoren," who was right in front of him and whose face now seemed completely unfamiliar, even carrying a hint of a sinister smile.

He could never understand why this senior Daoist, with whom Yang Mei had secluded himself for over two hundred years and whom Yang Mei considered a close friend, would suddenly turn on him and kill him.

The Five Elements Taoist suddenly pulled his hand out, bringing with him a spray of scalding blood.

The burly body of the Taoist priest Dinghai swayed violently, his eyes dimmed rapidly, filled with endless doubt and overwhelming hatred, and he fell straight down to the battlefield below like a puppet with its strings cut.

The Sea-Stabilizing Pearl in his hand, which contained all his life's magical power and shimmered with a deep blue light, suddenly lost its luster and rolled into the dust.

"Fellow Daoist Dinghai!"

Yangmei Daoist's roar was filled with tearing grief and shock.

He had known Dinghai the longest and had the deepest friendship with him. This sudden betrayal and killing shocked him and made his eyes widen in horror!
However, in that split second when he lost his composure and was filled with grief and indignation, another deadly threat had already silently descended!

The Qiankun Daoist, who had been standing silently behind Yang Mei, made a move.

The pity and solemnity on his face vanished instantly, leaving only a deep, cold indifference and calculation.

Just as Yang Mei was deeply shaken by Ding Hai's death and her protective aura fluctuated slightly, "Qiankun's" hands traced an incredibly mysterious path.

There was no grand spectacle, only the silent distortion and folding of space—the secret teachings of Guiguzi, the art of strategic maneuvering!

He wasn't attacking Yang Mei himself, but rather insidiously targeting the Hollow Heart Sutra technique that Yang Mei was currently using!
Yang Mei Daoist also has another Daoist name, Hollow Heart Daoist, whose fundamental reliance is the self-created "Hollow Heart Sutra," whose core secret technique can slightly sever space.

At this moment, he was wrapping countless invisible spatial folds around Luo Hou's Immortal Slaughtering Sword Qi, attempting to slow down and shift it.

This was originally a crucial part of the five-person siege to restrain Luo Hou, but now it has been used by Qiankun Daoren to target Yang Mei instead.

The power of "Heaven and Earth" is like injecting a tremendous force in the opposite direction into a taut string.

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A sickening sound, like silk being forcibly torn apart, rang out.

The space in front of Yang Mei, which he had stabilized with his magic power, shattered instantly like a broken mirror!
Countless spatial threads originally used to bind Rahu's sword energy suddenly went out of control and backfired under the influence of Guiguzi's fatal blow!

puff puff puff...

Countless tiny spatial cracks, yet powerful enough to pierce through metal, instantly pierced Yang Mei's hastily erected protective aura, like the most venomous bees.

Even more terrifying was that the hollow willow branch he himself used to attack, which was imbued with spatial energy, was suddenly whipped back by the immense force of the backlash.

"Uh!"

Yangmei Daoist let out a muffled groan, his body trembling violently as if struck by a heavy hammer.

The lush green willow branch, imbued with his own abundant spatial power, pierced his left ribs like the sharpest spear! Blood instantly stained his pristine white Taoist robe.

Furthermore, a strange and chilling 'vertical and horizontal' force surged wildly into his limbs and bones through the wound, wantonly destroying his meridians and dantian, causing his thick semi-mysterious magic power to become disordered and stagnant instantly!
"Qiankun, you... are you actually a remnant of the Ghost Valley sect?"

Yang Mei suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, her face as pale as paper, her body swaying precariously, her eyes filled with shock, anger, and bone-chilling coldness at being betrayed by her closest friend.

He finally recognized that this powerful force, capable of manipulating people's hearts and minds, was not the power of Taoism, but the long-lost secret art of Guigu!
"Hehehe... Yang Mei, your eyesight is not bad, but I really dislike the term 'remnant'."

The "Qiankun Daoist" let out a low, hoarse laugh. The disguise on his face receded like the tide, revealing a slightly aged face with eyes as sharp as a hawk's. He was none other than Guiguzi, the master strategist of the late Warring States period, who was known for his strategies, Yin-Yang Five Elements theory, and Qimen Dunjia.

On the other side, the five-colored light around the 'Five Elements Taoist' dissipated, revealing a middle-aged Taoist wearing a black and white Taoist robe, with an ancient face and deep, unfathomable eyes. Yin and Yang energies flowed around him, and he was none other than the leader of the Yin-Yang School in the late Warring States period—the Yin-Yang Taoist.

Guiguzi and Yin-Yang Daoist originally felt guilty towards Yang Mei, after all, although the Confucian and Daoist schools had wronged the other schools of thought, Yang Mei had not wronged them in any way.

If Yang Mei hadn't taught them the Withering and Flourishing Turtle Breathing Technique, they wouldn't have been able to live for over two hundred years.

But Yang Mei's words, "remnants," definitively defined the two and revealed their century-old feud.

At this moment, even the greatest kindness seems so insignificant and pale in the face of this overwhelming hatred that is irreconcilable.

"Welcome back, Ancestor." The disciples of Yin Yang and Zong Heng, led by Di Jun and Tai Yi, bowed to Yin Yang Daoist and Gui Guzi with joy. After being suppressed by Confucianism and Taoism for more than two hundred years, they finally had a half-profound master as their backer.

"Hahaha, Hongjun, Yangmei, how does it feel to experience 'shifting the universe' and 'reversing the five elements'?"

Rahu's maniacal laughter echoed across the land, filled with smugness and arrogance as he controlled everything.

He stood with his hands behind his back, his body emanating the fluctuating aura of the Immortal Slaughtering Sword, like a ferocious beast ready to devour its prey. No one could restrain him in the slightest.

"Master Guigu, Fellow Daoist Yin Yang, you deserve the greatest credit for slaying Dinghai and severely injuring Yang Mei! From today onwards, Hongjun's Azure Lotus Chapter will be ours for the taking."

The situation changed dramatically in an instant. The siege of Rahu by the five semi-mystic beings collapsed completely due to the fatal defection of two 'traitors'.

With Dinghai dead and his Dao vanished, and Yang Mei critically injured, only Hongjun remained, facing alone the imposing and unharmed Demon Ancestor Luo Hou, as well as the menacing and chilling Yin Yang Daoist and Guiguzi.

Despair, a sense of despair strong enough to freeze one's soul, like an icy tide, instantly overwhelmed the hearts of all the Confucian and Taoist cultivators below who witnessed this scene.

The entire battlefield seemed to be paused at this moment, leaving only a few figures on the mountaintop, deciding the fate of the world.

Shangqing Daoist watched with bloodshot eyes as his master fell into a desperate situation. He tried to rush forward, suppressing the emptiness he felt after burning his inner strength, but Yuqing Daoist, who had rushed over, held him back tightly.

Shang Qing, who had just burned his internal energy in an attempt to protect himself, should theoretically be crippled by now, since burning internal energy is a continuous process once it begins.

But he didn't know why, after his master Hongjun caught him, he gently patted his back, and then the dantian in his body that had been ignited slowly went out, just like a fire being doused with a bucket of water.

The intervention of Hongjun Daoist prevented Shangqing from having all his internal energy burned away and having to start cultivating from scratch.

However, the consumption of internal energy in just this short time almost caused Shangqing's cultivation level to drop to the peak of the Grandmaster level, and he almost couldn't even maintain the cultivation level of a half-step Grandmaster.

However, compared to starting from scratch and working hard again, this is already the best result for Shangqing.

After Yuqing Daoist slapped Shangqing Daoist hard across the face, he shouted, "Don't go! Battles between half-profound realm cultivators are not something we juniors can interfere with. Going there will only be a pointless death."

"Master!"

Shang Qing screamed with all his might, and the broken sword Qingping let out a mournful cry of resentment in his hand.

Hongjun stood still, the Crimson Sky Sword hanging at his side, its tip still dripping a trace of demonic blood—the blood of Rahu's Immortal-Slaying Sword Qi—that he had just stained while saving Shangqing.

With his back to the falling Dinghai Daoist, he didn't look at the seriously injured and vomiting blood Yang Mei, nor even at the triumphantly laughing Luo Hou, or the Yin Yang and Gui Gu who had revealed their true forms.

He simply stood there quietly, his gaze fixed on the Crimson Sky Sword in his hand, watching the drop of demonic blood slowly slide down the spine of the sword and finally drip into the blood-stained soil at his feet.

The surrounding noise seemed to fade away from him at that moment.

The unseeing eyes of Fellow Daoist Dinghai, the suppressed groans of Old Friend Yangmei, the ear-piercing laughter of Luo Hou, the desperate cries of the disciples... all sounds became blurred and indistinct.

Time seems to be infinitely stretched.

His life flashed by like a revolving lantern.

His youthful dedication to seeking the Dao and visiting immortals;

The ecstatic joy of encountering the Azure Lotus Chapter in middle age;
The exhilarating conversation with Rahu about Kunlun when they first met;
Regret for sowing the seeds of disaster by refusing to exchange scriptures;

Witnessing the endless torment of the world being engulfed in war and suffering caused by the rise of Buddhism and the stirring up of various schools of thought...

For seventy years, a full seventy years, he was burdened with heavy shackles, exhausting himself and proceeding cautiously step by step, all to stop this demon from wreaking havoc on the land.

His avoidance of battle was not out of cowardice, but rather to accumulate strength, wait for seniors like Yang Mei to emerge from seclusion, and await an opportunity to completely eliminate Luo Hou.

He awakened Yang Mei and the other three, shared the fragments of the text, and painstakingly mobilized the power of the Han Dynasty to launch this decisive battle... He thought that with the combined strength of the five, they could surely achieve their goal in one battle and restore peace to the world.

However... all the scheming and sacrifices ultimately led to such a cruel outcome.

My dearest friend died tragically before my eyes!

My best friend is critically injured!

The trusted fellow practitioner turned out to be a treacherous wolf who had been lurking for a hundred years!

The carefully prepared combined attack turned into a deadly trap meticulously planned by the enemy!

"Wrong...all wrong..."

Hongjun's lips moved slightly, silently uttering a few words, as an indescribable weariness and a tremendous sense of absurdity swept over his entire body.

All the painstaking efforts and meticulous planning of the past seventy years seem to have become a huge joke.

He guarded against Rahu and the Hundred Schools of Thought, but he never imagined that the fatal blow would come from his own people, from the Taoist "senior" on whom he placed high hopes and even shared fragments of the "Creation Lotus Scripture".

Why?

The Taoist path of cultivation seeks longevity and freedom, and seeks the ultimate truths of heaven and earth!

How can people's hearts be so treacherous?
For a scripture?
For the sake of some illusory ascension?
For the sake of those empty titles that have long been abandoned by the times?
Can you really treat the lives of millions of people as worthless?

Can hundreds of years of friendship be trampled into mud?
An overwhelming sense of sorrow, like volcanic lava, erupted from the depths of Hongjun's Dao heart, which had been dormant for 160 years.

This sorrow is not weakness, but the ultimate pain of facing this naked betrayal, this monstrous catastrophe caused by greed, and the inability to reverse the situation!

It instantly breached all the dams of reason, pushing Hongjun into an unprecedented situation.