The Heavens: A Qing, the Yue Girl at the beginning

"Bai Wei, a woman from Wuzhong County, Youbeiping Prefecture, begs the Divine Emperor to grant her a secret method to reverse Yin and Yang and transform her into a man. She has been raised as a boy since childhood, learning archery and spear fighting. She truly does not wish to be confined to the inner chambers and spend her life as a maiden... She is willing to offer 30% of her true essence. She will give her life and brains to the ground, as Your Majesty commands."

The next page, written in strong handwriting, reads: "Tu Yong, former county magistrate of Fangcheng, Fanyang County, begs His Majesty the Divine Emperor to use his great magic to transform my male body into a female body... so as to fulfill my lifelong wish."

Okay, let's do it the other way around.

...Do you two know each other? Did you plan this? One of you wants to become a man, and the other wants to become a woman. Why don't you two just switch places?
Song Dan stood to the side with his head down and his shoulders shrugged slightly: "These two are currently serving as retainers in the Marquis's residence. I have already sent someone to inquire whether we should... try to match them up? Perhaps it could become a beautiful story, saving the God Emperor two trips. That would be a great deed, Commander."

"Song Dan!" Yu Qi shouted sternly.

"Your subordinate is here!" The dwarf straightened his chest and raised his head, looking righteous.

“…Continue.” Yu Qi closed the scroll without expression, set it aside, and picked up another scroll.

"...I seek the ability to 'remember everything I see' so that I can memorize the entire book of 'Yan Law Commentary' in order to pass next year's legal officer examination."

Is there a shortcut to passing the civil service exam?
And what's the use of memorizing the "Yan Law Commentary"? The Yan Dynasty has been infiltrated by us to the point of being riddled with holes. What kind of imperial examination are you, a remnant of a rebellious clan, trying to take? And who are you trying to judge cases for?

"...I humbly request the granting of the 'Perfect Invisibility Technique,' which will last for the duration of an incense stick. I wish to visit Princess Yongxing's bathhouse."

Yu Qi directly shattered the silk scroll into dust.

Despicable! Shameful scoundrel!
"...Seeking a body 'immune to all poisons,' I saw tiny figures dancing after accidentally eating poisonous mushrooms, which I found quite amusing. I wish to see them often to entertain myself in my remaining years."

...This one is even more heavyweight.

He then pulled out several more volumes, the contents of which were all over the place, a veritable chaotic mess of demons, and the things they contained were becoming increasingly bizarre: some sought wealth, some sought beautiful wives, some sought promotions, some sought the sudden death of their enemies... There were also all sorts of requests, such as seeking to recede hairlines, to obtain bedroom arts, to make cockfighting invincible, and to improve the feng shui of ancestral graves.

It's bizarre and absurd, truly making one both laugh and cry.

"What kind of garbage is this!" Yu Qi finally couldn't stand it anymore and slammed the scroll in his hand heavily onto the black jade platform. The ghostly fire turned golden, turning the room into a scorching oven: "Out of 27,000 people, not a single one of them actually sought to break through to the next realm through the 'Loan Method,' comprehend profound rune meanings, or temper their innate true essence?"

"The world is so foolish!"

"What do they take the God Emperor for? A clay bodhisattva in a local temple for blessings? An old man tying red strings in a matchmaking shrine? Or a charlatan who sets up a fortune-telling stall on the street and sells quack medicine?!"

Has the Yan realm been at peace for too long? So long that those who were drawn here by the "glory of the Great Netherworld" and the "miracle of the loan law" no longer yearn for iron and blood, for the Way and the law, but for these... these trivial, absurd, and selfish desires and obsessions?

Aren't there too many oddballs?
Although there is no doubt that Emperor You, with his extraordinary abilities, could fulfill strange wishes such as growing fingers, it was still a great act of disrespect to present such a childish debt contract!

"These are the fourth batch of contract masters you selected, the ones who are 'sincere and determined' and 'worth cultivating'? Insects! They're all insects! The Yan Dynasty has been established for hundreds of years, how come it has only raised such a bunch... a bunch..."

He couldn't find the right words for a moment.

"General, please calm down."

Song Dan cautiously leaned closer: "Actually, there are quite a few people who normally seek to break through to a higher realm, at least half of them do."

"But those were all just standard entries with their cultivation level, techniques, and what they were seeking, nothing special, nothing interesting to read. I thought that since the Commander-in-Chief is busy with official duties, he should at least have something interesting to read to relieve his boredom, so I specially put this batch of 'high-quality' entries on top—"

"Thank you so much, General," Yu Qi said through gritted teeth.

"I dare not accept such praise. It is my duty to share the burden of the commander-in-chief."

Song Dan smiled broadly: "On the other hand, although what these people ask for is absurd, upon closer inspection, it is... quite reasonable."

“Reasonable?” Yu Qi glared at him.

"That is indeed reasonable."

The door to the secret chamber was infused with true energy, and many tangled talisman threads untied each other. A middle-aged man with a fair complexion and no beard, wearing a bright yellow dragon robe, smiled gently and walked in.

He was, of course, the master of this place, the Marquis of Zhongshu, whose cultivation had reached the upper level of the seventh realm, even surpassing that of the Yan Emperor, and who harbored ambitions to usurp the throne.

"Everyone says that my Great Yan is weak and inferior to other dynasties, but the root of this weakness is not the lack of a secure border, the empty treasury, or the barren land," Marquis Zhongshu pointed to the insect-like debt contracts, his words laced with sarcasm, "but lies right here!"

"In recent years, our dynasty has been content in its corner of the world, with no powerful enemies threatening the borders and few major bandits causing trouble at home. On the surface, it seems to be flourishing and the national strength is steadily rising, but in reality, it has long been stagnant. It is difficult for those from poor families to rise, and there is no way to get promoted. Talented people are either absorbed by aristocratic families or become just ordinary people. All the officials and ministers in the court are either relatives of the Ji clan or relatives of the Murong clan!"

"The two families control 70-80% of the important positions in the court, and the remaining 20-30% are all relatives, friends, protégés and former officials of these two families."

"Those with connections can rise to high positions even if they are mediocre; those without connections will find it difficult to advance even if they work themselves to the bone."

"Cultivation, realm, and position; talent, effort, and reward are not proportional, and this has become the default rule."

“If this continues, people will yearn for change, but they will not know where to turn.”

"Thus, some pray to gods and Buddhas, some scheme and plot, and some indulge in eccentricities." Zhongshu Hou smiled and paced back and forth: "Breaking through realms? Reaching higher levels? Those are things for scions of noble families and elites of sects to think about! The people below only want more fingers and one less rival in love."

"These people are not insects."

"They are... toads trapped at the bottom of a well for too long. If you suddenly tell them there is a sky outside, the sky they can imagine is only as big as the well opening. So, nobody even thinks about using the loan method to try to break through and have a different future."

"Does Your Excellency mean," Yu Qi's expression softened slightly, "that even a mixture of good and bad can have its uses?"

He noticed that the other party was also holding a contract bound with gold thread, and suddenly understood why Zhongshu Hou was willing to plead for the "insects"—he guessed that their wish was not to break through to the next realm and advance to the Qitian realm, but to ask for a loan to become the Yan Emperor.

Compared to the Great You Dynasty at its peak, Yan only occupied two or three states, which was a territory that could not be considered an overstepping of its bounds.

The saying "What the superiors like, the inferiors will follow even more fervently" is indeed true.

Fortunately, Yu Qi himself had a straightforward request—to make up for the deficiencies in the ancestral inheritance and to revive the glory of the Purgatory lineage. He felt that his taste had risen by more than one level, and that he was not the same kind of "insects".

How can earthly emperors compare to the divine generals who patrol the heavens?
"His Majesty the Divine Emperor has returned to the world, and he possesses the wisdom to clearly judge the universe."

Zhongshu Hou replied sincerely, “Those who seek little may only obtain minor skills; those with lofty aspirations will attain the great path to heaven. Is this not the brilliance of the ‘Loan Law’? Each takes what they need and accepts their fate.”

Desire is desire, regardless of its level or whether it is refined or vulgar. It drives people forward, but it can also make people look ridiculous.

The reason why Emperor You's "loan law" was so successful was precisely because it did not judge desires, but only used and satisfied them.

From the Three Dynasties onward, rites and music gradually flourished, feudalism was established, and the ethical principles and moral teachings were woven like a net, covering the world.

Rulers and subjects, fathers and sons, were all governed by a strict hierarchy; scholars, farmers, artisans, and merchants each had their own path. The untamed nature of ancient times was gradually bound by ritual and law; the unbridled spirit of the wild and untamed was often constrained by rules and regulations. Under the taming of the world, desires and wishes shrank from the vastness of heaven and earth to the gains and losses within the confines of a small courtyard.

The ambitions of the great roc have gradually faded, while the selfish desires of sparrows have grown daily; this is only to be expected.

Perhaps this is one of the reasons why the cultivation world today is not as good as it was in the past!
“Alright!” Yu Qi nodded and turned to Song Dan: “First, register and categorize them. Those related to cultivation, combat strength, and military affairs, even if they are absurd, should be listed separately. As for those purely personal desires and nonsense… include them as well.”

"Your subordinate obeys!" Song Dan beamed.

After dealing with this troublesome matter, Yu Qi changed the subject: "When will the Yan Emperor return to the capital? As for the Murong family... is there any new information? How is the Immortal Talisman Sect's plan being finalized?"

Marquis Zhongshu placed the self-drafted contracts on the table, pulled out a few scrolls and pressed them down: "The scouts reported that the Emperor has just passed Poutu City and will arrive in Shangdu by noon the day after tomorrow at the latest. The journey is peaceful and there are no abnormalities. Although the Lushan Alliance lost some face, he did not suffer a great loss after all. He appeased several powerful families along the way, which slowed down his journey."

"Still those three thousand Yin Yuan Heavy Cavalry guards?" Yu Qi asked.

"Unchanged."

What did Murong Daoyou reply?

"That 'father-in-law' old man... only sent a message saying 'I understand.' In addition, he asked us to send over a few blank debt contract templates for us to take a look at." Song Dan interjected, adding, "It seems he wants to see the 'menu' first before deciding what 'dishes' to order."

"A fence-sitter, swaying with the wind, that's the old fox's usual style." Yu Qi snorted coldly, not too surprised.

The Murong family has historically been a lineage of imperial consorts. The current Empress Dowager's surname is Murong, the Empress's surname is Murong, and the Crown Princess's surname is also Murong.

The Ji Yan Dynasty was originally the product of the "merger and reorganization" of the Ji royal family and the Murong clan. The latter was so powerful and influential that it occupied almost half of the Yan territory. Its military strength was also greater than that of the border troops controlled by Yu Qi, and it was more legitimate and had a deeper foundation.

In addition, the Murong family can also be considered a remnant of the Youjing in a broader sense. They were originally a branch of the Northern Patrol King in the early years, but served under the Western Patrol King as a general. Later, when the You Dynasty was destroyed, the Western Patrol King Yuwen disappeared for many years to avoid being hunted down by his enemies, and many of his assets were seized by him.

Cooperating with the Ji clan, who were enfeoffed by the Zhou Dynasty, and paying tribute to the Jin Dynasty, while turning around and refusing to let their former master out of the border, is an act that only the Murong clan could do.

In the eyes of many survivors, if someone can rebel against their superiors, they can also rebel against their superiors. Therefore, they tacitly expelled him from their ranks, believing that he had long lost his faith.

The Murong family was quite happy with this arrangement, as it would prevent them from being constantly bothered by others.

But the situation is different now.

If it were a typical coup d'état, the attitude of the Murong family would be crucial, significantly influencing the success or failure of the uprising.

However, when the angels descend, the remnant consciousness in the coffin is revived, and the God Emperor himself issues a decree, even if the "old fox" wants to sit on the fence, he has to ask himself if he is worthy enough.

"If they want to wait and see, then let them wait and see."

Yu Qi turned around and looked at the huge map of the old territory of the You Dynasty hanging on the west wall of Lifeng Hall.

The map is marked with crisscrossing red lines, marking the boundaries of prefectures and counties a thousand years ago. Countless place names have long since disappeared from modern records, but this top-secret meeting place has been clearly depicted by later generations stroke by stroke.

His gaze fell on a red dot marked "Youdu" on the map. After a long silence, he finally spoke slowly:
"Tell those below that, starting tomorrow, the sermons will be suspended. Those who need to understand already understand; the rest can be dealt with once the God Emperor truly appears."

"Yes!" Song Dan was about to bow and accept the order—

A sudden change has occurred!

The three of them trembled simultaneously, feeling as if their true essence was ignited by tiny sparks and drawn by a kind of energy that seemed to be lurking deep within, causing it to flow wildly. It was as if a giant hole had been torn open in their dantian, from which a bridge of void burst forth.

The purest vital essence in the meridians was completely out of his control, flowing along the bridge to the other side.

The feeling was like three faintly glowing stars having their light forcibly drawn away and merged into a boundless, newly burning sea of ​​stars! In the center of the sea of ​​stars, a dark, gloomy cave appeared and disappeared.

Their power became the initial spark that ignited that sea of ​​stars, infusing it with long-lost vitality, awakening its life force, and also becoming... a guiding light for the arrival of some grand being!
Not just three, but also outside Lifeng Hall, deep within the Marquis's mansion, those descendants of the remnants who had cultivated the Youchao inheritance all simultaneously sensed this irresistible suction force, and their true essence poured out like a floodgate being opened!

There were streams of silver light, ghostly blue flames, bright yellow fire, as well as jet-black water and mottled gray grass...

Countless flowing lines of fire appeared between heaven and earth, like thousands of brilliant stars flying backwards. There were also immeasurable faint lights that split off from the edges of the star trails, spreading out like raindrops and mist, turning into dark clouds like black umbrellas, pressing down on the sky.

In an instant, centered on Zhongshu County and Yanshangdu, the entire Yan territory was shrouded in suddenly appearing black clouds, obscuring the stars and moon.

Then, the clouds continued to advance southwest, crossing the Qin territory and heading towards the Chu region, or rather, the location of Lushan.

"Ugh—!"

what on earth is it?

After pondering and discussing for a long time, it was unexpected that when Emperor You reached the Ninth Realm, he no longer followed the strict rules of establishing contracts in the past and ignored the wishes of his subordinates.

Yu Qi and the others tried their best to stop the leakage of their true essence, but the more they tried to stop it, the faster it became. However, there were also strands of dim light flowing back into their bodies, injecting into their almost dried-up meridians and dantian, making their bodies seem to suddenly become younger.

An overwhelming and irresistible power emanated from the crowd.

In mid-air, brilliant halos appeared.

……

A black-clad cavalry unit sped along the northern foothills of the Yanshan Mountains.

This black cavalry, both the horses and the soldiers on horseback, were all dressed in black armor. The armor was covered with mysterious runes that looked like stars, and even the masks had invisible ventilation holes.

Both the man and the horse were extremely heavy, but the horse's hooves never touched the ground while running, and they seemed to be riding the wind.

This means that every soldier on the horse is a cultivator, and their level of cultivation is not low.

It was undoubtedly the strongest army of the Qin Dynasty. The God of Slaughter Army.

Originally an assassin army of the late Qin emperor, the Killing God Army was later used to guard the late emperor's tomb. After Zheng Xiu took over the Changling Mausoleum, the Killing God Army was completely transformed into a ghost army specifically targeting Wang Jingmeng.

After Wang Jingmeng's death, the Killing God Army was stationed in the old mausoleum area for many years, appearing extremely mysterious. Until this time, they received joint orders from Yuan Wu and Zheng Xiu, and set off to bypass the area and arrive in Yan territory.

Seeing the night sky change dramatically in a very short time, the general at the front of the column waved his hand, ordering the entire army to stop.

Bai Qi, the commander of the God of Slaughter Army with two swords crossed on his back, raised his head. His gaze, hidden behind the platinum mask, was exceptionally cold and eerie. A black eagle swooped down from the sky, bringing a new military order—clearly, the person who issued the order was nearby.

"Marching straight in, reaching the ruins of Youdu?!"

……

Mo Shoucheng found himself standing in an unfamiliar world.

This is a world whose vastness cannot be described in words.

Above the sky, countless brilliant sword lights intertwined and evolved into giant suns, moons, and stars. The crystal-like radiance descended from the far distance, colliding, merging, differentiating, and recombining in mid-air, releasing endless profound mysteries of the sword.

On the earth, wondrous sights abound. Countless sword peaks pierce the sky, their bodies crystal clear, clearly formed from solidified sword energy. Sword waterfalls cascade down the mountains, their gurgling waters splashing up sword flowers that land on the rocks with a resounding clang.

Further away, a forest of sword trees grows, towering and blocking out the sun. The trunks are the blades of swords, and the branches and leaves are the edges and blades. Their sharpness is intense, and when a gentle breeze passes by, thousands of swords sing in unison, creating a vast and boundless celestial melody.

As for Mo Shoucheng himself...

He looked down at his own "body".

Where is the appearance of an old man with white hair and beard?
He became a blade of grass.

A grass, entirely bluish-gray in color, with leaves edged in a faint silver sheen. Its leaves are long and upright, about two feet tall, and its roots are deeply embedded in the metallic-looking soil beneath its feet.

Each leaf is covered with fine square patterns, layered upon layered, like the bricks on a city wall, making them distinctly characteristic.

Mo Shoucheng tried to move a few times, barely managing to make the leaf tip tremble slightly. Just then, a wisp of dark purple sword light fell from the sky, scattering thousands of light spots. Occasionally, a few of them splashed onto his leaf surface. With a slight thought, he was already swallowed up by the hazy overflowing radiance.

A cool, sharp sensation penetrates the body, bringing a tingling and full feeling, as if nourishing and moisturizing, and then a sense of comfort arises.

"Not bad!"

A thought suddenly came from the side.

Looking sideways at Mo Shoucheng, three feet away, a sword grass, half a head taller than him, was swaying its leaves slightly. Its main body was pale blue, but adorned with golden patterns, and its posture was quite leisurely.
"You've already learned 'photosynthesis' so quickly! It seems you're the most promising among these new recruits."

"Photosynthesis...function?"

Mo Shoucheng pondered this unfamiliar word.

"We absorb the sword light and brilliance scattered by the sun, moon, and stars, transforming it into our own nourishment." The veteran sword herb shook its leaves, as if shrug. "That's how we all live here. What else do you think we rely on?"

"Roots absorbing water? That's how ordinary grass survives."

"Where is this?" Mo Shoucheng asked.

In fact, he already had a guess in his heart.

"The Realm of Reincarnation Swords." The veteran swordsman unfurled his leaves, his tone carrying a sense of vicissitude. "As the name suggests, this is a place specifically for reincarnation. But it's not the reincarnation of people, it's the reincarnation of swords, the reincarnation of sword heart, sword soul, and sword intent."

"Without swords in the world, let them be buried in the heart's tomb?"

"I didn't expect a newcomer like you to have such knowledge." The veteran swordsman seemed somewhat surprised: "But I don't know much either... Anyway, there's plenty of time, so just relax and soak up the sun!"

"Don't assume that this place will always be a stable and suitable 'Eternal Era' for growth. The 'Chaotic Era', where mountains collapse and stars and moon sway, could come at any time. Then, you won't have such comfortable days anymore."

"A chaotic era?"

"Have you ever heard the saying 'Sword grass is as thin as mustard'? The gentle sword light falling from the sky will turn into a violent sword aura, sweeping across the world like a tsunami. If you are not careful, you will be cut into pieces."

"What should I do?"

"What can we do? Take root and tough it out." The veteran sword grass straightened its leaves, its tone bold. "If we survive, our sword heart will be even more solid; if we don't, then we'll just reincarnate early!"

It strained in a certain direction, and looking towards Mo Shoucheng, it could see a sword mound several hundred feet away, mostly collapsed, with the remains of a dozen withered sword grasses scattered on it.

"These are the ones who didn't survive the last 'chaotic era'."

The veteran sword herb said in a low voice, "Sigh, that 'greenhorn' in the middle, it was starving for several days when it first arrived. I even taught it how to photosynthesize. Unfortunately, it didn't have time to grow strong roots before it encountered the cataclysmic impact and returned directly to the world."

Mo Shoucheng remained silent for a moment before responding with sword intent: "You... are you also from the outside world? Do you still remember your past life?"

"What else can we do? It's either a sword or a person. We can't expect a strange beast to comprehend the sword intent!" Old Grass's tone carried a hint of self-deprecation. "As for my past life, I only remember the general outline."

"Like looking at flowers through a layer of fog, indistinct and vague."

"I remember I used to be a knife, blue in color, held in the hand of an old master. I slew giant whales in the sea, drank the blood of dragons, and finally buried in the deep mountains with my master... and then I came here and became a blade of grass."

Could this be Guo Dongjiang's natal sword? Mo Shoucheng pondered. Sword intent and saber intent are inseparable, essentially not much different, but its master is not dead after all, so it doesn't match up.

"Trying to figure out my background? Heh."

The old sword grass's leaves folded slightly, reminding you, "Instead of overthinking, you should absorb the sword light properly. Today's 'Purple Star Radiance' is of good quality and will greatly benefit your defensive sword intent."

Mo Shoucheng basked in the sun and changed the subject: "Is there a way to escape this place? I still have attachments and regrets outside..."

"Unfinished business? Want to leave? That's normal." The veteran swordsman swayed, seemingly sighing. "Every newcomer asks that. But the answer is: this opportunity cannot be sought out."

"What do you mean?"

"It means exactly what it says."

The leaves of the old sword grass swayed slightly: "This is the rule of the Reincarnation Sword Realm: 'What you seek, you cannot obtain; what you do not seek, you will receive.' The more you want to leave, the less likely you are to leave; the less you want to leave, the more opportunities you will have."

Only by letting go can you truly gain.

"lay down……"

"Let go of everything from your previous life." The old grass's thoughts softened, filled with comfort. "Here, you are just a blade of grass. A blade of grass that needs to bask in the sun, absorb sword light, and grow slowly."

Mo Shoucheng roughly understood how Guo Dongjiang broke through the realm: he used his sword intent to bear his obsession, sent it into the sword realm for isolation, and then used reincarnation to wear it down and destroy it, as well as destroy its original carrier, thus allowing his mind to be emptied.

Perhaps this is the perfect opportunity he has encountered? But he can't even confirm the state of his own body, so how can he let go?
Sighing inwardly, he once again examined the changes in the sky, inexplicably feeling that the movement of the stars was out of harmony, and a doubt suddenly arose in his heart: "The Eternal Era, the Chaotic Era. Is the alternation between these two a predictable sign?"

"Omens?" Old Grass pondered for a moment: "According to ancient legends, at the beginning of every chaotic era, a jade pillar of unknown length, spanning tens of millions of miles, would sweep across the top of the heavens, manipulating the stars beyond the nine heavens, stirring up the reversal of all phenomena and shifting the positions of the constellations. The mere aftershocks of its disturbances would be enough to trigger endless catastrophes..."

"Of course, to clearly foresee such signs, one must first possess the vision of the Sword Ridge level, only then can one barely capture and glimpse the outline of the shadow at that infinite height, and discern the movement of heaven and earth!"

"For those of us who are still struggling at the grassroots level, let's just wash up and go to sleep. Just enjoy the atmosphere; what's meant to come will come."

“Uh…” Mo Shoucheng interrupted it, his leaf tilting slightly upwards as he gestured for it to look: “Is what you’re saying… true?”

The old grass looked in the direction he was pointing, and its leaves immediately stiffened.

A jade pillar appeared.

No, there are five.

Five colossal pillars, pure white and radiating a soft glow, emerged from the deepest part of the Sword Realm's sky. Their surfaces were covered with indescribable, mysterious patterns, releasing a vast and profound meaning. They gently parted countless sword lights, as if drawing back a curtain, causing the starry sea to naturally swirl to both sides.

The two bright moons, unable to avoid each other in time, crashed into the edge of the sinking jade pillar, instantly shattering into fragments and blasting out countless sword energies.

The giant pillar slowly descended, becoming increasingly clear.

Getting closer.

Until Mo Shoucheng finally saw it clearly—

That's not a pillar.

Those are fingers.

Five slender, fair-skinned fingers.

It is an open palm.

It probed straight towards the land of the Samsara Sword Realm!

"Fuck!!"

The old sword grass let out a heart-wrenching scream, its leaves instantly stiffening and its roots frantically shrinking into the soil: "The Chaotic Era! The Chaotic Era is here! What the hell level of Chaotic Era is this?!"

The entire Cycle of Swords trembled violently! Ten thousand swords cried out in anguish!
Its crust has been pierced by fingers.

The next moment, before Mo Shoucheng's "eyes," under the stunned "gaze" of the seasoned sword herb, and amidst the terrified "perceptions" of the distant solitary peaks, sword ridges, and countless sword herbs, sword trees, and sword peaks—

Beneath their feet, the mountain ridge, stretching for tens of thousands of miles, majestic and magnificent, with every inch of rock flowing with tangible sword intent, was rapidly rising and deforming. It was easily grasped by those five fingers, slowly pulled away, lifted up, and forcibly dragged out!
The massive sword-shaped rock shattered, and sword energy shot into the sky like a volcanic eruption! The mountain ridge was lifted and weighed by a giant hand, and then accelerated back towards the sky, breaking through the hazy void.

An opportunity arose, and Mo Shoucheng was taken away as soon as he arrived.

He returned to his original world, having transformed from the virtual to the real.

……

Deep within the giant pit of Lushan Mountain, Dou Yifu, with a devout expression, looked up at the sky.

He saw the rolling black clouds descending from the south, filled with eerie demonic energy, howling like dragons and tigers. He also saw tens of thousands of feet above the ground, where the void cracked open, and countless crystal patterns extended and bloomed, their colors flashing brightly and then darkening, as if they had solidified into a huge and deep hole, empty and sparse, yet immediately filled.

It is filled with pure white.

The moment it appeared, everything turned white.

An immeasurable and vast sword intent seeped out from the void, and before it had fully manifested, it dispersed the dark and murky aura within a radius of a thousand miles.

Then, the heavy part of the sword intent arrived a little slower, but it did not prioritize sealing and prohibition. Instead, it emitted a strong gravitational pull, surging like the tide, causing a terrifying storm cyclone to suddenly form.

Dou Yifu's eyes were also stained pure white.

The pure white light entered his mind, but like a prism dispersing, it separated into seven colors, rippling and pouring into the depths of his consciousness.

First it enters the Niwan point, then descends through the Magpie Bridge and Chonglou points, circles around the Tanzhong point, and then passes through the Zhongwan point directly into the Dantian, touching the natal sword that is suspended there, transforming into a cluster of strange patterns, seemingly both gathering and bestowing.

Thus, as the purple-gold mind-controlling talisman instantly collapsed, Dou Yifu's natal sword, a long sword adorned with green birds, suddenly burst forth from his body. Its surface was covered with bright runes, and it immediately carried all of his true essence, flying straight towards the golden-armored deity a hundred feet away.

"Take this sword!"

Zhao Qing's shout came from somewhere in the distance.

Although it seemed to be just a strike from the seventh realm, the opening and closing of the sword mark on the golden man's indifferent face revealed an extremely cautious and serious mental fluctuation. He dared not be negligent in the slightest, and his fingers suddenly clenched tightly.

Countless dim, purplish-black runes flickered on the walls of the massive crater, emerging naturally from the charred rock, projecting intricate lines that receded towards the center. (End of Chapter)