Summoning the Peak of the Three Kingdoms

Chapter 2975 The Crimson Sky Sword Shatters, the River of Time

Chapter 2972: The Crimson Sky Sword Shatters, the River of Time and Space

The power released by Rahu was not used for attack, but purely to tear apart the air and space, burning life to achieve extreme speed.

The exploding demonic energy formed visible black ripples, instantly disrupting the spatial structure within a radius of hundreds of feet, creating brief, violent air turbulence, and the piercing shriek almost tore apart everyone's eardrums.

Upon witnessing this scene, Hongjun's indifferent eyes, as clear as the Dao itself, finally showed a slight ripple.

He had just broken through to the Great Perfection of the Half-Profound Realm, and his realm was not yet completely stable. He then took the world-destroying blow of Luo Hou's Four Swords of Immortal Slaughter. Although the power of the Azure Lotus Creation within his body was vast, it was also extremely depleted, and his meridians and internal organs were shaken.

Faced with this insane secret technique that burns life essence for the sake of escape, Hongjun's Azure Lotus Domain, which was powerful enough to suppress heaven and earth, was forcibly torn open by this self-destructive spatial turbulence, leaving a tiny crack.

In that split second, so fast that even thought couldn't keep up, Rahu's burning blue flames transformed into a twisted, blurry dark red blood shadow. As if breaking through the limitations of time and space, it broke the sound barrier at several times the speed of sound and inexplicably flashed away through that gap.

Only his venomous and manic echoes remained, reverberating amidst the shrill screams of the spatial turbulence:

"Hongjun, the hatred for obstructing your path is irreconcilable! I will remember this grudge! When I find a way out, I will slaughter your entire Daoist sect, destroy your Chinese Daoist tradition, and make you regret it for the rest of your life, forever condemned to damnation! Hahaha... Ugh—"

The laughter abruptly stopped, completely swallowed up by the turbulent flow of qi.

The violent spatial ripples quickly subsided, leaving behind only a charred crater emitting eerie demonic smoke, and a thick, bloody, sulfurous aura of destruction permeating the air.

"Master!"

The Shangqing and Taiqing, as well as countless Confucian and Taoist cultivators below, couldn't help but cry out in shock and anger.

No one expected that when defeat was inevitable, Rahu would escape in such a tragic and resolute way.

This is tantamount to throwing a weight full of variables onto the scales of victory that Hongjun Daozu had just established, marked by the fall of Rahu.

Hongjun stood still, the illusory image of the green lotus swaying slightly, its light noticeably dimming, but he did not immediately pursue it. Instead, he slowly lowered his head, his gaze falling to his feet.

The cold body of the Taoist priest Dinghai lay not far away, his eyes wide open, frozen in his final shock and bewilderment.

Yang Mei Daoist sat cross-legged to one side, his face as pale as paper, his breath as faint as a wisp of smoke, and the power of the chasm left by Guiguzi was still eroding his shattered dantian.

The blood of betrayal has not yet cooled, and the dying nemesis has already vanished into darkness.

An indescribable heaviness and coldness spread up from the ground beneath his feet, lingering in Hongjun's heart for a long time.

Yin Yang Daoist and Guiguzi were now deathly pale and terrified. Their greatest reliance, Luo Hou, had simply abandoned them and run away so cleanly.
Those who are not of our kind will surely have different hearts; barbarians are indeed unreliable.

"go!"

Guiguzi reacted the fastest, grabbing the distraught Yin-Yang Taoist. With a flash of eerie light around him, he attempted to use a secret technique to escape, but it was no match for Luo Hou's Blood Escape Technique.

"Where do you want to go?"

Hongjun's voice, cold and devoid of any emotion, rang in their ears like the chill of the deepest hell, while his gaze, like two tangible swords, instantly locked onto them.

Although the enormous phantom of the blue lotus had dimmed considerably, its suppressive power remained terrifying.

With a thought from Hongjun, two extremely refined Azure Lotus Sword Qi, disregarding spatial distance, appeared in front of Yin Yang Daoist and Guiguzi in an instant.

"Hongjun, how dare you! The Hundred Schools will not let you get away with this..."

Guiguzi was terrified and frantically activated his power of vertical and horizontal lines, setting up layers of defense.

The Yin-Yang Taoist also let out a fierce roar and summoned a Yin-Yang Mirror that swirled in black and white, attempting to resist.

Tsk, tsk.

Two soft sounds, like a hot knife slicing through butter.

The layers of protective energy shield set up by Guiguzi were as flimsy as paper, and the protective divine light emitted by the Yin-Yang Treasure Mirror was instantly annihilated.

Two streaks of azure lotus sword energy pierced through their dantian and qi sea without any hindrance!
"what--"

A piercing scream, so shrill it was inhuman, echoed through the sky.

Yin Yang Daoist and Guiguzi were as if their spines had been removed, and their cultivation levels were leaking out like a flood.

Faced with Hongjun in his current state, the two were unable to even burn their inner strength and fight desperately. The powerful aura belonging to the half-profound level experts on their bodies rapidly declined and dissipated at a visible speed.

Seeing the two men fall from the sky like mud, Hongjun did not continue to take their lives.

With their dantian destroyed and their foundation for cultivation ruined, even if they don't die, they will become utterly useless, which is a hundred times more painful than death for them.

Hongjun took a step forward and instantly appeared beside Yangmei Daoist, who was seriously injured and on the verge of death, barely suppressing his injuries while sitting cross-legged.

"Fellow Daoist Yang Mei." Hongjun's voice finally showed a slight fluctuation, carrying a deep weariness and a trace of barely perceptible compassion.

He extended his finger and touched Yang Mei's brow. The vast and pure power of the Azure Lotus, carrying the profound mystery of birth and death, flowed continuously into Yang Mei's body, temporarily protecting his shattered dantian and nearly severed heart meridian, and keeping him alive until his last breath.

After doing all this, Hongjun slowly turned around, facing the vast battlefield below, which was deathly silent yet turbulent with undercurrents.

His gaze swept over the demonic sect and other cultivators, whose faces were ashen and who had lost all fighting spirit due to the fall of Luo Hou and the destruction of Yin Yang Gui Gu. It also swept over the Confucian and Taoist disciples who had survived the calamity and were looking at him with excitement and joy, yet with deep awe.

But in the next second, the Emperor Dao Crimson Sky, which ranked third among the Ten Great Masters in Hongjun's hand, finally shattered completely after letting out a mournful cry of unbearable burden, turning into pieces of crimson gold.

"How could this happen?"

Daoist Shangqing stared wide-eyed, his face filled with disbelief, and said, "The Imperial Crimson Sky Sword is a national treasure that carries the destiny of the nation, and it is further enhanced by my master's half-profound great perfection level qi. How could it possibly break?"

Yu Qing said in a hoarse voice, "Is the Han Dynasty about to perish?"

The Yin-Yang Daoist and Guiguzi, whose cultivation had been crippled and who lay limp on the ground like two puddles of mud, burst into laughter upon seeing this scene.

"Hongjun, so what if you won? Look, even the Crimson Sky Sword, which was enhanced by your Qi, is shattered. It seems that the demise of the Han Dynasty was ordained by Heaven, and even you could not stop it, haha." Guiguzi mocked.

Hongjun ignored the two traitors, slowly closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and let the chilly air from the mountaintop fill his lungs.

When he opened his eyes again, the brief weariness and heaviness had been replaced by a deeper, more resolute light.

Hongjun looked up at the sky, his sharp gaze piercing through the void. In his eyes appeared a long river, and various scenes appeared in the river: Qin Shi Huang unifying the six kingdoms, Emperor Gaozu of Han besieging Baima, Emperor Guangwu rebuilding the Han Dynasty...

This is the long river of time and space in this world.

After watching for only a short while, Hongjun felt his internal energy being rapidly depleted, and his eyes were also a little sore. After rubbing his sore eyes, he cast his deep gaze back onto the River of Time and Space, looking down all the way.

This time, he saw multiple possibilities for the demise of the Han Dynasty. The land of China was devastated, and there was widespread suffering. Without exception, all of these things were related to the resurgent Rahu.

"Taiqing, collect the fragments of the Crimson Sky Sword, reforge it, and enshrine the reforged Crimson Sky Sword in the Imperial Ancestral Temple. This should stabilize the turbulent national fortune of the Han Dynasty. If my pursuit of Luo Hou goes smoothly, it may be able to preserve the national fortune of the Han Dynasty for another hundred years."

Having said that, Hongjun did not respond to the anxious gazes of his disciples. Instead, he spoke to the dying Yang Mei, his voice low yet clear, reaching her ears and the hearts of all the core disciples of the Daoist sect below:

"The enmity between Daoist Dinghai, the bloodshed between Confucian and Daoist practitioners, the calamity of the world's people... all these things arose because of Rahu. If this fiend is not eliminated, the root of evil will not be eradicated, this hatred will not be quelled, and this calamity will not end. This poor Daoist... will return soon."

“Master, you are still seriously injured. That demon is at his wit’s end and may have some tricks up his sleeve. Let’s wait until you recover before we chase after him.”

Shang Qing, bracing himself against the broken sword, hurriedly stepped forward. He had witnessed firsthand the perilous struggle of his master against the four swords of Zhuxian, and he also sensed that although his master's aura was vast, it was also tinged with a forced weakness.

Hongjun raised his hand and gently stopped Shangqing from speaking. His gaze swept over Taiqing and Yuqing, and over the faces below, some excited, some sad, and some full of expectation.

"Luo Hou's mastery of the Crimson Lotus Chapter allows him to recover from injuries by absorbing essence blood. Even a severed arm is nothing to him. By the time I recover from my injuries, his injuries will probably be healed as well. At that time, it will be extremely difficult to kill him."

Hongjun's words, though calm, carried an undeniable will: "Luo Hou used Blood Escape to flee to the southwest. I sensed it. It's not too late to chase him now. He can't escape."

That being said, the real reason was that Hongjun feared that once his injuries healed, he would break free from the 'Dao Integration' state.

The reason why Hongjun was able to defeat the three semi-mysterious beings, Luo Hou, Yin Yang, and Zong Heng, all by himself was not because he was stronger than them, but because Hongjun, empowered by the power of the Heavenly Dao, was stronger than them.

Without the blessing of the power of the Heavenly Dao, even though Hongjun was at the Great Perfection of the Half-Profound Realm, and even though the Azure Lotus Chapter would restrain the other four chapters, he was not absolutely confident that he could kill Luo Houtai.

If Hongjun doesn't hurry up and catch up with the future he sees through the river of time, he may find it very difficult to find Luo Hou again.

Once Luo Hou recovers from his injuries and returns, he will be the True Demon Ancestor, who will be completely corrupted and devour the essence and blood of hundreds of thousands of people. Even with the support of Hongjun's Heavenly Dao power, he may not be able to win. Therefore, this is the only chance he has.

"This is the cause and effect between me and Rahu, and also the destiny of the Creation Green Lotus Scripture. Disciples, the important task of protecting Fellow Daoist Yangmei, eliminating the rebels, appeasing our fellow Daoists, and stabilizing the overall situation is entrusted to you."

As soon as he finished speaking, Hongjun did not hesitate for a moment. He took a step forward, and the dim blue lotus phantom under his feet suddenly shrank, transforming into a stream of blue light that was condensed to the extreme. It enveloped his body and flew towards the southwest horizon at a speed beyond the comprehension of mortals.

Hongjun is gone, leaving behind only a lingering blue trail and clouds formed by breaking the sound barrier, like a death warrant drawn by the Heavenly Dao.

Hongjun's sudden departure brought a sigh of relief to the Demonic Sect and the Hundred Families. After all, Hongjun's oppressive aura was too strong; he alone could have swept them all away. Fortunately, he went to chase after Luo Hou, otherwise they would probably all have died here.

A cold glint flashed in Shangqing's eyes. Holding the broken Qingping sword, he strode up to Yin Yang Daoist and Guiguzi. He wanted to avenge Dinghai Daoist, but just as he was about to deliver the fatal blow, he was stopped by his senior brother, Taiqing Daoist.

The Taoist Shangqing looked puzzled, while Taiqing explained, "They are already crippled and not far from death. Besides, even Master didn't kill them. Keeping them alive might have other uses."

No sooner had he finished speaking than the brothers Di Jun and Tai Yi, along with a grandmaster of the School of Diplomacy, arrived with disciples from the Yin-Yang and Diplomacy schools.

After exchanging glances, Di Jun slowly stepped forward, bowed to the three Taiqing brothers, and said, "Our ancestor is nearing the end of his life. We beg you, fellow Daoist, to show mercy and allow us to take him back to live out his remaining years in peace. The Yin-Yang School and the School of Diplomacy are willing to withdraw from this battle and will no longer be enemies with the Confucian and Daoist schools."

Di Jun truly lived up to his reputation as the future leader chosen by the Yin Yang School. Not only was his martial arts talent no less than that of the Three Pure Ones, but he was also well-versed in the art of language. His words, while showing weakness, also carried a hint of threat.

The implication is that if you don't release our dying ancestor and give us a final chance to fulfill our filial duties, then we will have no choice but to fight you to the death.