Xianye

Chapter 549 Cosmic Light
Lu Rong spat out a mouthful of blood, and his body was immediately sent flying backward, as if he had been hit more than a dozen times in an instant.

Although he barely managed to shift his foot, his left arm was still a bloody mess, with the bone visible deep inside.

However, once Lü Rong forcibly stopped his momentum and activated the "Tiandu Capture Technique," his injuries began to heal rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Suddenly, he stepped forward as if nothing had happened, and three magical artifacts—a golden wheel, a bronze bell, and a mysterious lamp—rose behind his head. He made hand seals and engaged in fierce combat with Chen Heng once again.

"The Heavenly Capital Capture Technique... the supreme divine power created by that Immortal Xuanhu, it really does have the ability to capture the essence of the Heavenly Capital."

Even with the cultivation of the Golden Core stage, its power is so astonishing; truly, seeing it for yourself is far better than hearing about it.

While dealing with the attacking blood spirit, Yin Wuji saw Lü Rong's injuries heal in an instant and couldn't help but praise him.

After a moment's thought, he stepped into an unusual position, focused his mind, and silently recited a spell.

After gathering his strength, he suddenly flicked his wrist and threw the object, shouting "Go!"

Yin Wuji's actions were naturally observed by Lü Rong, but although he wanted to interrupt, Chen Heng blocked him, leaving him no time to spare.

At that moment, Yin Wuji flicked his wrist and threw something, and suddenly a cloud of dark smoke shot out, heading straight for Lü Rong's face!

After Yin Wuji had been building up his power for a long time, this divine power unleashed a force as powerful as a thousand troops surging and ten thousand horses galloping.

The blood spirits along the way shattered without a sound, like bubbles, unable to stop them in the slightest!
Lu Rong recognized this as the "Ten Thousand Blames and Fierce Smoke" divine power of the Plague Sect, which is specifically designed to hinder the regeneration of flesh and blood. It was clearly intended to target his "Heavenly Capital Capture Method" and try to restrain him.

However, because Chen Heng was in front of him, Lü Rong did not want to forcibly break the technique, fearing that he would be given an opportunity to take advantage of it. Instead, he chose to transform into a streak of blood light and disappear in the blink of an eye.

boom!
Before the blood-red light could travel twenty feet, it was stopped by a sword light that suddenly appeared.

At the same time, a chilling and murderous aura had already permeated all directions, filled with the surging and fierce sword intent, turning it into an indestructible cage!

"broken!"

Upon seeing this, many Blood River Sect members outside instinctively cried out in alarm, watching helplessly as the "Ten Thousand Blames Smoke" struck Lü Rong's body.

The next instant, along with countless writhing blood-red lights, a piece of skin as white as jade shed itself and fell below the clouds.

Lu Rong's true form then suddenly exerted its strength, smashed through the sword net, and leaped into the azure sky.

But after barely dodging this deadly attack, Lü Rong not only did not retreat, but also forced out his magic power from his golden core once more.

He let out a low shout, and billowing smoke rose around him. His immense power shook the entire cloud, making it teeter on the verge of collapse!

Seeing that Lü Rong had mustered his spirits, he once again engaged in battle with Chen Heng and Yin Wuji.

He would sometimes shatter the sword net, and sometimes break through the yin wind. His ferocity was overwhelming. He was clearly fighting two against one, yet he was still able to hold his own for the time being.

Many cultivators outside were sweating profusely, speechless for a moment.

"This son..."

Just then, Lü Rong, having taken a spear from Yin Wuji, laughed loudly and, despite his injuries, stepped forward to catch Chen Heng's thunderous attack.

A fragrant cloud-patterned carriage appeared. A middle-aged Taoist priest dressed in an apricot-yellow Bagua robe twitched his eyelids, stroked his beard, and sighed as if he had thought of something:
"This boy's ferocity is truly rare in this world..."

A monk with a straight nose, wide mouth, and large earlobes smiled upon hearing this.

He blinked, turned his head to look at an elderly man with a pale blue robe and a gold and jade belt in the distance, and asked curiously:

"In the Battle of Sanxun Mountain back then, it seems that the Xujing Prefecture where Xin Zhenjun was located also participated, and was probably one of the main forces involved."
Both being from the Blood River lineage, I wonder how Lü Rong compares to the Daoist Changxi of yesteryear?

When the name of this Dao Lord was called out, the atmosphere in the room became inexplicably oppressive, as if dark clouds were covering the sky.

Many senior cultivators looked back and forth between the monk and the old man with great interest.

The old man, referred to as Xin Zhenjun, looked rather grim. He exchanged a glance with the big-eared monk, a murderous glint in his eyes.

The Battle of Sanxun Mountain —

This was a dispute between the Blood River Sect and other major sects such as the Xujing Prefecture and the Xuanzan Palace long ago, and it was also a battle in which Daoist Changxi made a name for himself.

At that time, Xin Zhenjun was still a minor cultivator and had no right to participate. However, due to his extraordinary status, he was allowed to observe from afar before being escorted away by the other cultivators.

The Battle of Sanxun Mountain resulted in the loss of over a dozen outstanding members of the Xujing Prefecture and Xuanzan Palace, causing them to lose face.

Even Xin Zhenjun only learned of it shortly afterward. His third and fifth brothers had also died in the battle. Because they were killed by their peer, Changxi Daojun, the Xin clan found it difficult to take revenge.

Once the murderous intent flares up, there is no one and nothing that cannot be killed!

Back then, on Mount Sanxun, Changxi Daojun, who was still at the Nascent Soul stage, used this battle to carve out her own fearsome reputation in the universe. Carrying her reputation from the Dan Yuan Conference where she defeated a first-grade pill with a fourth-grade pill, she subdued the world and became the Blood River Daoist of that time!
When ordinary high-ranking cultivators hear the big-eared monk talk about the Battle of Sanxun Mountain, they might at most just sigh a few times.

After all, to reach the Dao Integration Realm with only a fourth-grade pill certificate, one is only one step away from becoming an immortal, which is a rare and extraordinary event.

But to someone like Xin Zhenjun, who had personally experienced the pain of losing a loved one, it was clear that the big-eared monk was deliberately provoking trouble under the pretext of Lü Rong, and his intentions were definitely not pure.

Just as the atmosphere between the two was tense, and it seemed that a dispute was about to break out at any moment.

Fu Can, who had been watching the commotion from the sidelines, quickly brought Qi Shang over to act as peacemakers. With a smile and some persuasion, they managed to defuse the situation.

Because the eight sects and six schools of Buddhism had sent out invitations to this Dan Yuan Conference, the guests invited came from all walks of life.

Among them were those who didn't get along, such as Xin Zhenjun and the big-eared monk.

However, they were wary of the fact that the host was Xu Du, a powerful clan.

Even if they harbored hatred in ordinary times, at this moment it was nothing more than a verbal dispute, and they dared not truly spoil the host's enjoyment.

"Lü Rong, Daoist Changxi..."

After greeting a few familiar faces with a smile, Ancestor Fu Can looked up at the sky again, his expression slightly hardening.

With the foundation of a second-grade Golden Core cultivator, he successively defeated two dignified first-grade cultivators, Wei Lingjiang and Yu Huangshang.

Lü Rong's actions this time can truly be described as astonishing and brilliant.

It is conceivable that after this battle, the vacant position of Dao Son within the Blood River Sect will surely fall into his hands!

The fact that the big-eared monk made the connection to Daoist Changxi was actually quite plausible.

However, after defeating Li Jie of the North Pole, who had achieved the first rank of Dan Cheng, Dao Jun Chang Xi naturally became the champion of Dan Yuan that year.

But this time it's different.

Four First-Grade Golden Core cultivators, a rarity even across the entire Nine Provinces and Four Seas, emerged at this conference!
Who will emerge victorious this time?

This was truly difficult to explain in the eyes of Ancestor Fu Can...

However, facing two opponents, especially Chen Heng and Yin Wuji, it was absolutely impossible to maintain a complete advantage.

As Fu Shen Lao Zu had predicted, after another round of fighting, Lü Rong, who was already seriously injured, fell off the clouds and vomited blood repeatedly after being struck by two large handprints at the same time.

Even though he hurriedly activated the Heavenly Capital Capture Technique, he was unable to heal his injuries in an instant.

Faced with such a golden opportunity, Chen Heng and Yin Wuji didn't dwell on it. Instead, they withdrew their attacks and tacitly struck at each other.

In an instant, a deafening roar was heard.

Two giant hands once again ascended into the sky simultaneously, their dazzling magical light illuminating the heavens! Each time the five-colored giant hand and the myriad poison giant handprint collided fiercely, they carried the force to shatter mountains and rivers, like an earth dragon turning over, causing the spiritual energy within a thousand feet to surge and reverberate endlessly among the mountains!
"go with!"

The two giant handprints collided once more, then exploded into smoke that swirled around them in the air.

This time, Yin Wuji did not use the magic seal to reshape the large handprint. Instead, he stepped into a strange position and flicked his hand to send out a myriad of ominous smoke.

The surroundings were all a vast expanse of white, making visibility poor. Yin Wuji also made his move extremely discreetly, minimizing the noise.

Such an attack might catch others off guard, but Chen Heng's sword heart was clear and his senses were extremely sharp. Even the slightest rustling of wind could not escape his perception, so he naturally avoided it in time.

Before the two sides had exchanged more than a few blows, a thick, murky blood-red light suddenly rose up, as if a whirlwind had suddenly risen. It was Lü Rong, who had just taken a short break, attacking again.

The three of them fought each other in one place, their battle raging on and on, causing mountains to shake and sand and stones to fly wherever they went.

The various magical powers vibrated and surged, causing people to become dizzy, and a sudden cloud of dust covered the fields!
And a full day has passed.

On a vast, boundless sea.

As if sensing something, the pale-faced Jia Xiu gripped his magic sword, slowly rose from the clouds, and looked north.

Before anyone knew it, a dull sound drifted over from afar.

Even though they were far apart, the sound was clear and distinct, so loud that it even caused the sea surface beneath the clouds to ripple slightly.

Before long, the sound grew louder and louder, like rolling thunder rumbling across the sky, startling countless seabirds into flying away and hurriedly flapping their wings to escape.

In an instant, the sea surged, hurricanes rose, and various colors of light shone brightly in the sky.

And wave after wave of giant waves surged up with a roar, as if mountains were collapsing, stirring up white foam like pearls, reaching a height of hundreds of feet!

Even with Jia Xiu's cultivation level, he couldn't help but feel alarmed by such chaotic spiritual energy.

When he focused his gaze and saw the magnificent light of the Dharma sweeping across from the north, he was first surprised, then could only manage a bitter smile.

"Sure enough."

Jia Xiu sighed.

……

……

The sky was a chaotic mess, with wind and fire raging.

Looking around, one could see that Chen Heng, Yin Wuji, and Lü Rong were already flashing like light, sometimes to the east, sometimes to the west, making it almost impossible to see where they would appear next.

Each time their magical powers clashed, the seawater shattered and stirred up massive waves.

Various kinds of raging fire mixed with blood thunder and poisonous miasma scattered in all directions, as if a hundred dragons and pythons were rampaging wildly in the seabed, with a fierce and powerful force!

In such a fierce battle, even those who were merely affected by the residual force were killed from a distance.

The countless corpses had barely surfaced when they were swept away in the blink of an eye by the surging waves.

Upon seeing this, Jia Xiu's already pale face lost even more color, and his vigilance intensified.

But even though they were only a dozen miles apart, none of the three combatants attacked him, as if he didn't exist...

A billowing cloud of smoke was shattered by several bolts of purple lightning. Yin Wuji, unable to dodge in time, was struck, blood gushing from his mouth and nose, his body trembling violently.

Before Chen Heng could press his advantage, Lü Rong unleashed his golden wheel, cleaving through Chen Heng's protective magic and splattering blood.

Boom——

Lu Rongqiang summoned his magic power, and a blood pill the size of a pigeon egg appeared faintly between his fingers.

Before this forbidden technique could be activated, a black gold spear flew over and nearly pierced through Lü Rong.

Then Yin Wuji, spear in hand, shouted and hurled it at Chen Heng who was attacking!

Amidst the surging murderous aura, the three figures appeared and disappeared intermittently, each bearing injuries.

By this point in the fight, the three of them had already exhausted most of their spirit and strength.

Having exhausted all means, yet failing to defeat each other, all that remains is their ultimate trump card.

But even when they weren't at their peak, their offensive was far more ferocious than before.

Every move he makes is a killing blow, powerful and heavy. He even collided head-on with the opponent's supernatural abilities several times, willing to exchange injuries for injuries, in order to deplete the opponent's vital energy!
Such a fierce battle caused Jia Xiu, who was watching from afar, to unconsciously tighten his grip on his magic sword, his heart filled with complex and indescribable emotions...

After parrying the sword light once again, he exchanged a lightning-fast palm strike with Lü Rong.

Yin Wuji pondered for a while, and finally stopped hesitating.

He exhaled softly, and a bright light suddenly appeared in his eyes, as dazzling as stars. Finally, a radiance burst forth from his eyes, illuminating the surrounding world as if stars were flowing and the moon was reflecting, making everything clear and transparent!
"Yu!"

Yin Wuji picked up a magic spell.

Suddenly, the howling winds all fell silent, and the world became quiet.

The cultivators, including Shen Xingcui, who were watching the battle, had not yet seen what had happened.

The next moment, Lü Rong, who was closest to Yin Wuji, suddenly exploded, turning into countless bloody lights that scattered in all directions. Chen Heng was also inexplicably sent flying backward, crashing into the sea and stirring up a huge wave!
In a split second, Chen Heng and Lü Rong were struck, and neither of them was able to dodge the attack.

"This is……"

A young monk, sitting cross-legged on a lotus throne and resembling a sixteen-foot-tall golden statue, glanced at the statue, clasped his hands together, and sighed:

"This method has actually reappeared in the world?"

"Zhouguang Divine Water!"

A blue lion slowly rose to its feet, letting out a low growl, its eyes filled with undisguised greed.

This method immediately caused a great stir in Jichuan, sparking much discussion.

And at the same moment.

In Nanchan Prefecture, in a Taoist temple that is neither new nor old.

The disheveled old Taoist priest, who was pretending to doze off on the recliner, squinted his old eyes. After a while, he yawned, looking listless.

"The Divine Water of the Universe, Kan and Li..."

The disheveled old Taoist priest smiled:
"You certainly have plenty of free time. As the dignified third-generation chief disciple of the Tribulation Immortal lineage, you've lingered in my dilapidated temple for so long, just to see if you've entrusted your Divine Water of Time to the wrong person?"

"After many years, the two great true waters, Netherworld and Cosmic Light, are facing off again. Who can resist watching the spectacle?"

Furthermore, there's the divine incantation of white water, which is even more interesting.

Daoist Kanli smiled slightly and said:
"But that's not all. Whenever I have some free time, I'd like to see more."

Chen Heng… who exactly is this demonic master Chen Yushu, the one who brought him down?

(End of this chapter)