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

South China Sea.

The ink-black sky hung low, pressing down with dark, heavy currents as solid as lead and mercury.

A dark-colored warship, over twenty zhang long, was moored on the boundless darkness. Its iron-hulled hull had a very deep draft, almost level with the sidewalls, and its enormous size far exceeded that of ordinary sea vessels.

Without sails or oars, only a faint spiritual light could be seen flowing around the bow of the ship, and the runes were fading, clearly indicating that it came from a hidden, powerful force.

On each side of the hull was a row of circular hatches, the hidden doors of which were open, revealing a complex pulley system and runic winches. Several clusters of dark blue true energy poured in, accompanied by a low "crunching" sound, slowly lengthening the wrapped iron chains, which, along with the lead weights, plunged vertically into the hazy, lightless seawater.

A dozen or so people stood on the deck, all dressed in dark, close-fitting clothes, their expressions calm and collected as they silently counted the current number of turns of the winch.

"How much longer?" the burly man in the lead asked.

"No more than 15 minutes." Someone nearby replied, "Even Lao Liu has sent a signal and is binding the coffin."

"I really want to see it soon," the burly man said, his eyes gleaming, and he let out a long, impassioned roar: "The torch of centuries is being passed down through the dawn! The teachings of our ancestors, the blood and tears of their legacy, are finally being handed over to us. Is this not the will of Heaven?"

As they spoke, the length of the iron chain reached exactly one thousand feet. Just as it reached its end, the entire winch suddenly trembled, and countless tiny spiral-shaped runes appeared, causing it to begin rotating in the opposite direction.

The ship sank even further.

The water roared, like the low panting of a giant beast.

At the other end of the chain, the diver, dressed in black aquatic gear, fastened the last two buckles, swung his legs, and floated to the side, gazing at the hazy, soft, shimmering white light before him. His divine sense penetrated through the layers of haze and touched the giant clam at its center.

The giant clam, with a shell that is three or four zhang long, has clearly visible scales like solidified jade, radiating ribs of dark silver, and a deep blue mantle. Its water outlet breathes in and out an extremely rich and refreshing vital energy.

When you get close to it, you will naturally feel a sense of peace and tranquility.

Like a gentle spring breeze, like returning to one's mother's embrace.

It washes away worldly worries, almost making one forget where they are.

But even Lao Liu understood quite well that if this giant clam was indeed the legendary thing, it was definitely a living, ancient life form close to the eighth realm, capable of crushing him hundreds of times in an instant.

However, he still had to verify it to avoid mistaking the large honey clam, which also lives in the deep sea, for a coffin.

Peering cautiously through the water outlet, the translucent, gelatinous clam meat was exceptionally thick, its dense silvery light shimmering like rising and falling waves, illuminating a coffin entirely crafted from pearls.

The coffin and the clam meat were almost fused together, as if this ancient clam had been nourishing and protecting it with its own life.

The pearl, six or seven feet in diameter, was perfectly round and flawless, with an inner radiance. Its value could not be measured by the phrase "priceless."

However, compared to the many rare burial objects inside the half-hollowed-out pearl, it can only be considered a fancy decoration or embellishment, because each of the latter is enough to serve as a legacy for dukes, marquises, and clans, laying the foundation for a hundred generations of prosperity.

Amidst star core fragments of varying sizes, Dao seals, dark jade talismans inscribed with sacrificial texts, and several shrunken, withered ancient beast cores, moonlight flowed like gauze, enveloping a dark, coiled object that seemed to still be pulsating slightly.

This is one of the remains of Emperor You, a heartbroken man.

In the past, a king once consulted the oracle for several days and said that a thousand years later, someone with profound fortune might be able to comprehend the true Dharma of the netherworld.

After all, the small intestine is adjacent to the dantian and is responsible for absorption and transformation. Under the influence of true essence, it naturally bears the traces of the operation of the Nether Emperor's divine power. As the Dao patterns within gradually emerge over a long period of time, they form a mysterious and profound heavenly book that resembles a photocopy.

If one obtains and comprehends it, one may become the new Emperor You of the new era.

Not far away, the blind little fish swam by following the faint warmth, took two shallow nibbles on the edge of the giant clam, and was then pushed away by a gentle force, drifting away in a daze.

Just as Lian Laoliu was about to withdraw his divine sense and ascend to report, his pupils suddenly contracted, and he was so startled that he half-closed his eyes. He felt a strange chill on his pale face. When he looked again, he discovered that light was shining down from above.

It was a beam of moonlight.

Silvery white, cool, and clear, originating from the sea and sky, from the depths of the void countless miles away.

Its appearance was completely unexpected, and it is difficult to explain why it was so concentrated, illuminating the deep sea that the sunlight could never reach.

But the seawater gradually became clearer and brighter, layer upon layer of color, turning from dark blue to turquoise, from turquoise to azure, from azure to glass, until it became colorless and formless, empty and clear like the vast void.

The giant clam's shell flaps opened slightly, creating a slit.

As if finding its place, the silver light fluttered and entered the pearl, merging with its surface and blooming like stars, seemingly echoing the stars in the sky, possessing its own divine power.

But in the next instant, the starlight and moonlight vanished, their paths became disordered, and the ethereal radiance melted away, spreading in all directions.

The primordial laws that constrain them were forced out of a stable state by a certain potential field, and were compelled to be decomposed and absorbed by the environment of heaven and earth.

Even the sixth brother couldn't understand the changes involved.

His expression was serene, his limbs relaxed, and his mind seemed to be immersed in a hot spring, washing away all the fatigue from his previous diving.

The almost colorless true essence also rapidly seeped out from his acupoints, generating a series of vacuoles, which then disintegrated into pure primordial energy.

This is essentially a rare instance of pressure loss on the Earth's surface.

A vast Dao domain, incompatible with it, suddenly appeared. Before it could fully unfold, the power it radiated had already pushed back and squeezed out the nearby laws, turning them into a "vacuum" zone. This caused the activity of the primordial energy to change drastically, and the forms and substances to gather towards the center of the Dao domain. In the process, it also knocked down the cultivation levels of the cultivators in the field.

Even someone as weak as Lian Laoliu instantly fell back to the mortal realm.

After the bubbles formed from his divine sense and true essence dissipate, he should be instantly crushed into a lump of flesh by the pressure of the deep sea and die.

The giant clam was much stronger. It snapped its shell shut, and the scales all over its body burst out with real silver lightning, blasting out a dense array of arc-shaped branches in the water. The crackling and popping sounds reverberated, forming countless colorful bands of light.

The intense electric arc extends downwards for several meters before disappearing without a trace, while it can reach tens or even hundreds of meters upwards, resembling a comet's tail, reminiscent of the mantle of the Earth's magnetosphere under the influence of solar wind.

At a higher altitude on the sea, the dazzling aurora borealis swept across the sky, tearing a bright hole in the clouds.

It was not done intentionally.

But the rosy clouds outside the cave splashed out and condensed into the majestic image of a sword, rising up like a giant mountain with its sharp edge pointing straight to the sky!

It exudes a majestic and pioneering spirit!
"What's going on?!" The members of the remnant clan on the ship shouted in panic, at a loss for what to do: "Why have the distant islands shrunk? That's dozens of miles away! Even if the Emperor's Coffin has mechanisms in place, it shouldn't affect the terrain over such a long distance, right?"

In fact, the island never sank; the sea level simply rose.

Zhao Qing's third sword strike appeared directly at the bottom of the sea.

It still has that enormous sword shape, spanning hundreds of miles, as wide as land.

Its blade was flat, and it began to rise lightly.

Thus, countless amounts of seawater were lifted up by the sword's blade, along with the giant seashell, iron chains, lead weights, the iron-hulled ship, and the bewildered people on board, all rising upwards.

It is said to be an ascension, but in reality, the physical form and the divine will are separated.

Vague and indistinct, yet within it there are images; indistinct and vague, yet within it there are things; profound and mysterious, yet within it there is essence.

The sword intent, passing through the seawater, strangely collided with the giant clam that was about to fight desperately. The silver light flowed like melted oil, and the star core fragments, ghostly fire, jade talisman, inner core, the outline of the giant clam, and the spiritual charm it had accumulated over thousands of years were all flattened, spread out, and solidified.

Colors melt away, shapes melt away, existence itself melts away.

Like paint being peeled off a three-dimensional canvas,

Then, they became the patterns on the sword's surface.

Each detail was meticulously outlined and embedded in the center of the sword's surface.

It was so lifelike that all that remained was the phrase "lifelike".

The harvest was complete, and the sword shape gradually faded.

They were almost one in front of the other.

The raging moonlight tore through the sword-like clouds woven by the aurora, but it was too late. The silvery holy light suddenly dimmed, and countless mottled silk threads appeared, producing countless rustling sounds, like the sound of spinning silk, exuding a chilling and desolate atmosphere.

The ethereal true essence threads were tangled together in a chaotic manner, resembling a long, gray rope. It also seemed to have naturally absorbed and purified the ownerless primordial energy in the surrounding environment, continuously condensing and precipitating out, transforming into flowing, substantial crystal pillars.

The crystal pillar gradually thickened and solidified, initially as thin as a hair, then as thick as an arm, and in an instant it was as thick as an arm. It was crystal clear, like an inverted Milky Way, containing endless icy light, and disappeared into the hazy blue sky.

It appears to be no different from the external shaping of a typical natal sword essence, but its length is truly exaggerated, originating from below the moonlit sea surface and extending upwards endlessly.

Not only did it pierce through a thousand layers of thunderclouds and endless gales, but it also penetrated the heavenly fire and golden wind, the true magnetic mystic evil, and reached the bright moon palace.

They traversed a distance of nearly 800,000 miles in an instant!

Its total weight is estimated to be comparable to a mountain!
Starting from the initial point where the moonlight fell, the crackling and popping sounds of rapid freezing followed one after another, chasing each other on the instantly frozen sea surface, drawing multiple overlapping loops, like star trails.

Thick, nail-shaped, dark ice slammed into the seabed, its sharp points piercing deep into the abyss, tearing through the rock layers and creating a deafening roar.

For miles around, azure crystalline dust drifted and swirled, filling the air with a misty haze. It shimmered and glowed in the starlight reflected in the vast ice mirror, surrounding and protecting the central crystalline pillar that pierced the sky and sea. It swirled like a precious talisman, as brilliant as cloud patterns, resembling a mysterious ritual.

The night sky was bright and colorful, a beautiful sight indeed.

But Emperor You's methods were far more than that.
What truly revealed its supreme power was the ensuing, extraordinary scene—the vast sky, guided and connected by the moonlight talisman, seemed to come alive, being kneaded, forged, and reshaped by an invisible force:
Suddenly it was as dark as night, suddenly as white as snow, suddenly as blue as if washed clean, suddenly as red as fire.

Its colors shifted and changed, its texture alternated between real and illusory. It was as if the ripples of the laws were used as a furnace to throw this real and illusory universe into it, engraving layers of restrictions and forging it as if it were spiritual material!
Refining heaven and earth, cutting off the Dao to create tools! True form and spirit, all are contained within one!

……

The central mountain range of the Sword Realm.

The giant sword that Zhao Qing is holding.

Now that it has been extracted and has found a place to reside, it can become real and interact with the outside world. If one has a high and distant view, it is not difficult to observe the general course of the three moves and understand the state of Deer Mountain, Western Frontier, and South China Sea through a layer of low-hanging blue sword mist.

Those like Mo Shoucheng and the seasoned swordsmen were only vaguely aware of what was happening, feeling the hills they were on shaking and the earth's energy rising. However, since there was no damage, they suppressed their surprise and observed the situation. Then, they noticed that two clumps of green grass were quickly sprouting from a small puddle on their left.

They are quite immature, only an inch tall, and their swordsmanship is undoubtedly not outstanding. The two are interdependent and have the same texture.

Like twin brothers.

"Another newcomer?" The old grass shook its leaves. "Sigh, with such poor nutrition, it'll probably take a long time to learn to talk."

"Woo woo~~" The little grass stood trembling, looking around blankly.

These are the remnants of Dou Yifu and his natal sword.

Within a few breaths, about seven or eight zhang to the right front, a ball of silvery-white light suddenly appeared on the previously empty gravel ground, as if something was breaking through the soil.

First came a few silver buds, then a few curled tender leaves, and then the whole clump of branches and leaves spread out like an umbrella, stretching out into a low, dense shrub.

The luster flowing through the veins of the leaves carries the warm, layered iridescence of deep-sea pearls.

A breeze swept through the sword realm, rustling the bushes and the leaves colliding with each other, producing a delicate, clear sound like seashells opening and closing.

Further away, a half-broken sword ridge was slowly rising. The ridge was broken and the cross-section was jagged, but an extremely fierce dragon aura lingered around it. The purplish-black aura was like snakes and dragons, moving and wandering. Wherever it passed, the sword soil cracked and the sword aura wailed.

"here we go again."

The old grass blades were taut and straight, its tone weary with a sense of stagnation: "The day you arrived has been longer than the one I've experienced in the past hundred eras. Is the world about to change?"

……

Almost at the same time.

On the banks of the Yi River, a lone boat lies adrift, and a yellow sparrow rests on a newly sprouted willow.

A Taoist priest dressed in a blue robe sat peacefully in the awning of the small boat, watching the river surface filled with mirages.

The river rippled gently, and the edge of the small boat brushed lightly against the reeds.

"Has a UFO ship sailed from Qin territory?" He shook his hand slightly, and suddenly a mass of brain marrow wrapped in gelatin appeared, nourished by Tai Sui: "But that's none of my business, Yuwen Ce."

Inserting five fingers into it and stirring it, a strange purplish-black medicinal aura was released, which was the method to induce demonic transformation.

He opened his mouth and nose and inhaled deeply, swallowing the medicinal vapors. After three cycles and nine turns, his divine sense depicted the interior of the six-layered illusory palace, and then he drew it into the depths of his sea of ​​consciousness. It was as if hundreds of rays of light burst forth from his entire head, cleansing it like ice and jade, as clear as glass. Jewels hung down from the back of his head, accompanied by seven-colored light wheels, mysterious and ever-changing.

"The Jade Head Palace's analysis of the 'Five Yin Transformation of Light and Darkness Protecting the Shadow Heavenly Illumination Technique' created by the Heavenly Demon is truly ingenious and unparalleled. It perfectly matches our clan's 'Western Pure World,' fulfilling the God Emperor's plan!"

As Yuwen Ce spoke, the bamboo hat he wore was lifted by a few sharp wisps of air, and in the blink of an eye, it tore into countless bamboo fluffs.

A long worm, like a ball of hair, clung to his scalp. Many of its tiny segments broke through the skull and pierced into his brain, producing increasingly loud gnawing sounds, yet there was no outward sign of anything unusual.

Because it wasn't feeding on true essence or vital energy, but rather on sword intent, which it had transferred from another unfortunate sword master.

This strange and powerful insect, the "Eating Thoughts Creeper," also belongs to the remains of Emperor You.

According to the epitaph, that should be the cluster of brain nerves.

"...You owe me a debt, I remember your name, and because of this, through hundreds of thousands of kalpas, I will constantly seek your repayment. You owe me a debt, I will brand you with a contract, and because of this, through hundreds of thousands of kalpas, I will constantly seek your repayment..."

After completing the preliminary steps, the ancient debt contract method was reversed again, with the aim of transferring the power of the Nether Emperor to the other side.

The halo spun silently, and the mirage on the river surged in rhythm with the incantation, conjuring countless distorted human faces, beast faces, palaces, cities, battlefields, and tombs...

Scene after scene, layer upon layer, it's as if a thousand years of history of the mortal world has been compressed into this mist and then poured out all at once.

Beside the original site of the Sword Realm Mountain-Pulling Ridge lies the unfathomable Sword Abyss. On the steep cliff face, the rocks faintly bulge into a series of small mounds.

Just then, a medium-sized sword aura dimmed and plummeted downwards! It broke into several pieces along the way, one of which was shaped like a huge jade arc, crashing down directly onto the cliff face!

The momentum of sealing off the town arose spontaneously!

Hundreds of eerie "lichens," dark in color and exuding a putrid and foul odor, frantically sprouted from the cracks in the rocks, attempting to climb and spread.

However, the vast true meaning of the falling sword fragments swept across the lichen like a celestial river, causing the lichen's color to quickly dim and become transparent. With another sweep, it completely disintegrated, and the corrosive and decadent aura vanished without a trace.

The cliff face returned to its pristine state, leaving only faint white marks.

This is an incredible forced hacking and decoding.

Emperor You accurately identified Zhao Qing's most crucial method and realized that the Samsara Sword Realm was far more sophisticated and resilient than the former Sword Tomb Realm. Therefore, he made arrangements in advance, stole an account, and attempted to implant a "virus program" to steal "data".

First, we need to know what unknown power the enemy is using. With this intelligence, we can make targeted calculations and optimize our offense and defense.

The idea is good, and the method is also fine.

Unfortunately, having heard of the past when Emperor You was harmed by the "Celestial Crossing Technique," and with such a precedent, Zhao Qing had already designed several professional detection and elimination programs, and had thoroughly reviewed the sword realm she had created countless times, filling in all the loopholes.

The so-called "Chaotic Era" is the automatic maintenance process at the beginning of a version update, which involves partially resetting the system and cleaning up redundancies.

"Walking right into their trap, just what they wanted," Zhao Qing said with a faint smile.

She swung her sword again, then lightly stabbed and touched the target.

In the mountains of southwest China, a hidden sinkhole was smashed down by a giant sword, collapsing into a dense, rocky ruin.

On the banks of the Yi River, a small section of sword tip appeared out of thin air and landed on Yuwen Ce's skull. It expanded and instantly crushed the Grandmaster, the Neuroworm, and the Tai Sui, before quietly retracting.

Two more sections of Emperor You's remains have disappeared.

It's easy to notice that Zhao Qing wasn't using any of the conventional techniques for creating space and projecting power.

If it were just this kind of method, it would definitely not be able to achieve the effect she was using. After all, to manipulate the lines of space and cut and stitch together the barriers of heaven and earth, one must first leave an imprint on the destination with divine thought or one's own vital energy before it can resonate across thousands of miles.

But without a doubt, such a precognitive power could not have seeped into the brains of Lian Laoliu and Yuwen Ce, who were lurking in the sea.

If the conditions are not met, the Dharma will naturally not support it.

Therefore, Zhao Qing actually created another, even more superior, supernatural power.

Do you remember when she taught and guided Tang Xin, helping him to comprehend the secrets of constructing the Sword Domain? And later, when she explained to Tuoba Wuchou and others, "From the minute things come the vast, from the drops come the rivers and seas," revealing the inexhaustible wonders of the mind?
At that time, Zhao Qing was already very clear that these theories could be further expanded, relying on countless sword heart fulcrums—corresponding to the plants and trees in the Samsara Sword Realm—to refine the infinite-dimensional sword domain changes like the Hilbert space, and make it completely transform!

Adding the entangled state of divine will, the diffraction grating of fate, and the sword of time crystal, one obtains a probability cloud of sword intent like a quantum field, which permeates the world and the thoughts of countless people.

Specifically, her sword realm is no longer an ordinary, illusory spiritual cave with limited size, but has been upgraded to a cloud covering the entire earth's surface, all-pervasive and omnipresent.

In this way, Zhao Qing's sword intent projection can reach any point within its range at any time and collapse to a given coordinate.

Through the fifth-order perfect transformation of the Dharma Image, she can further integrate the laws of the inner universe into this sword intent, amplify and manifest it, and condense it into a real and tangible giant sword shape.

Although located within a grotto-heaven, and though separated by thousands of miles, it can be reached in an instant. Every move and stance contains a vast Daoist charm, and its supernatural powers are self-sufficient. It can subdue demons and enemies, and also spread the true meaning of sword techniques.

……

"Sword intent soaring to the heavens, reaching far and wide?! How can such a technique exist? How can such a great Dao truly exist in this world!"

Holding the newly forged secret artifact, the "Netherworld Eclipse Talisman," into which he had poured thirty percent of his magical power, the Netherworld Emperor's previous calm and indifference had completely vanished. Surprise and anger filled him, and he could barely sit still.

"If it is truly so profound, even if the Heavenly Tribulation of Transformation is magnificent and powerful, how could it possibly restrain her? It would hardly be an obstacle..."

If the Qi mechanism appears simultaneously in every part of the world, it is impossible to trace it or discern its true location.

"If I continue searching and killing like this, my limited descent vessel will be completely destroyed. At that time, all my plans will be lost, and I will probably be isolated from the consciousness of the stars for eternity, just like those ancient gods."

Although he had gleaned some secrets of the Qi and the true meaning of reincarnation from Zhao Qing's Daoist teachings, he was quite certain that these things were perfectly compatible with his own Netherworld Law, and he had glimpsed the vast prospect of breaking through his realm and having strength that was not limited by the accumulation of years.

However, she could only stay in the desolate moon, "imprisoned," unable to return to her homeland, and faced enormous threats from the Nine Realms of the Outer World. Her life was hanging by a thread, which Si You could not tolerate.

He has been lying low and enduring for far too long! He has suffered calamities and hardships unimaginable to most! Since gentle methods have failed, then... war!

Even if it means a devastating war that leaves the world in ruins and countless lives lost, we will spare no effort! Even if all human races are wiped out, their forms and spirits can be reborn!

The moment this thought arises, murderous intent fills the sky!
The South China Sea suddenly exploded into a towering icefall!
The yurt collapsed! Chaos reigned, encompassing all things!
The ice cracked and the Weak Water was born; the Weak Water transformed into the Blood River, and the Blood River rose with Gu Mist; the Gu Mist ignited the Nether Flame, and the Nether Flame merged with Yin Thunder; the Yin Thunder summoned the Earthly Fiend, and the Earthly Fiend refined the Primordial Magnet; the Primordial Magnet interacted and the Netherworld reflected back, and pure Yang True Fire was born!
Nine kinds of colors, like a silk robe, obscuring the moon and covering the sky!
Various strange phenomena arose in succession, eventually returning to the vast starlight rays. After nine cycles of refinement, it obtained the essence of the Nine Netherworlds, its killing power far surpassing that of ordinary items, and then all of it was integrated into the towering torrent of ice waterfalls!
"Screech—!" "Roar—!"

Two extreme celestial vultures, five elemental dragons, Bashe, Chiwen, Mingfeng... dozens of ancient species successively transformed, carrying the Dao and evil spirits, and merged into the operation of the divine talisman, with layers of Dharma rhythm gradually approaching perfection.

"go with!"

The sky, like crystal, suddenly shattered into countless fragments, shooting towards the remaining burial sites of the Nether Emperor's remains like meteors. It was as if the movement was fluid and formless, like a long river flowing across the sky, its flow and dispersal unseen!
The fragmented nature is merely an appearance; they are still interconnected as a whole.

at the same time.

Zhao Qing delivered the sixth sword strike.

The massive azure sword, now nearly two hundred miles long, trembled slightly, its surface shimmering with a faint purple glow. It intercepted the sky above the Donglai Island Kingdom, colliding with a dragon-shaped fragment of the heavens! Without any finesse, they clashed violently! Light and ice exploded and scattered, both shattering!
But in the next instant, the sword shape solidified again, and the magic talisman was reforged!
After recovering instantly, they went all out again!

Immediately afterwards, the fierce heavenly tribulations finally found their target and pursued it with indiscriminate bombardment!

The void is torn like silk, all paths are annihilated and reborn, the stars and moon are dimmed and brightened! Life contains death, death gives birth to life; light contains night, night gives birth to dawn.

What is utterly perplexing is that the residents along the coast and inland, as well as the soldiers stationed there, all seemed oblivious and unaware of this.

...(End of this chapter)