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

If you look up, you can see the burning starry night. To the east, where the sea meets the sky, the clouds are broken crimson and deep gold, occasionally splashing out large blooms of pale light, which are then quickly swallowed up by deeper darkness. The light blooms and disappears silently at the highest point.

Occasionally, a few streaks would slip through, spreading out in circles of unreal rainbow colors.

At the fishing village dock, a man returning with his nets simply wiped his face and muttered, "This wind is strange, and the tide is not right either."

He wrapped the cable around the pier two more times.

The woman inside the house caught a glimpse of the unusual color in the sky through the window. She paused for a moment, then assumed it was just a rare rosy glow before an impending thunderstorm.

She turned around and brought back the clothes that were drying on the bamboo pole, muttering, "I hope it doesn't rain; the blankets were just aired out yesterday."

The doors and windows were closed, and the lights were blown out. The baby cried out in the next room, but was quickly soothed by the mother's humming.

The sentry on the city wall, holding his gun, drooped his eyelids and let out a long yawn.

In the distance, the sky seemed to brighten for a moment. He squinted instinctively, but all he saw was the deep night sky and dim stars.

He must be so sleepy that his eyes are blurry. He shook his head, tightened his collar, and shrank back into the stack.

The wind was stronger tonight, howling through the pass, carrying a strange chill that made the flags flutter and sent shivers down one's spine. He stamped his slightly numb feet, turned his head to look into the city, where the lights of thousands of homes were gradually going out.

Very few people can truly perceive this change.

If confined to the Yan region, it would be difficult to surpass even a single palm strike.

This naturally includes Yuan Wu, who had traveled lightly to the southwestern foothills of the Yanshan Mountains, about 300 li from the capital of Yan, to an unnamed canyon.

“The Dao sounds weep blood, the Heavenly Grid is in disarray,” he said, dressed in an ordinary gray linen robe, his head slightly tilted back, his brows furrowed. “Is this the legendary Nine Realms?”

"Separated by countless miles of clouds and mountains, the aftereffects of the battle could still cause such a mysterious disturbance in the laws of nature, making one's mind tremble and almost want to prostrate oneself in submission."

"The battlefield should be near Donglai Island, about three thousand miles from our eastern border. Calculated by the angle of view and the difference in the Earth's arc, the altitude is probably close to one thousand miles, which is already considered to be outside the outer space..."

Xu Fu, holding a yellow paper umbrella, followed behind, calmly analyzing the situation:

"Throughout the history books, there has never been a realm of eight that could reach such a desolate and cold place of primordial energy, and yet wield such enormous power so freely, with every move capable of destroying mountains and splitting seas and calming rivers."

"In ancient records, it is said that the Fire Emperor, Water Emperor, and Holy Emperor were incredibly powerful, suppressing countless primordial beasts, establishing dynasties, protecting all tribes, and seizing the throne of the world from the dragons. The later Nether Emperor surpassed his predecessors, and was recognized as having cultivated to the pinnacle of the eighth realm, suppressing the entire world for hundreds of years with his invincibility. But now it seems that this so-called 'pinnacle' is probably just a small patch of sky at the mouth of a well."

The Fire Emperor, Water Emperor, and Holy Emperor are the origins of the Three Sovereigns Sect in ancient times. Legend has it that they respectively comprehended the ultimate principles of cultivation from the phoenix, dragon, and qilin, laying the foundation for the prosperity of humanity.

However, the current scene...

Xu Fu's voice was somewhat hoarse as he lamented that he had once mistaken a narrow patch of sky for a yurt, and a nameless sorrow welled up in his heart.

“Beyond the well’s mouth, there are more wells. Beyond the heavens, the sky is boundless and unfathomable.” Yuanwu sighed softly, his tone complex.

The two naturally assumed that the recent "accidents" and "variables," such as the Chu Dynasty suddenly having unlimited grain, the sudden appearance of several Eight Realms in the world, the strange return of Tian Liang, and even the repeated reappearance of some old shadows, should be the result of the Nine Realms Demon Gods from beyond the realm playing chess and strategizing in the human world.

They were a few sparks that had splashed down from a higher level.

It was thought that popularizing cultivation and spreading techniques would narrow the gap between unparalleled experts and the common people and the army, preventing anyone from relying on their unparalleled martial prowess to wreak havoc on the world, overthrow the dynasty, and shatter the Qin Dynasty.

But now it seems that the power of the Nine Realms is far beyond what can be described as destroying a nation; it can only be described as "world-ending."

Is the world really so difficult to stabilize?

Yuan Wu sighed, feeling that every roar filtered by heaven and earth was a Dao sound powerful enough to make a seventh-realm grandmaster's blood flow backward.

He suddenly recalled many years ago when he first watched Wang Jingmeng test his sword on the streets of Changling. At that time, he was just a boy, having just escaped his status as a hostage in Yingdu, and felt that the elegance of that sword strike was the pinnacle of human skill, something he might never be able to match even if he spent his entire life trying.

Later, after he entered the eighth realm and saw the Lonely Mountain Sword Collection, he looked back and realized that Wang Jingmeng's swordsmanship was no longer so advanced. He could even see that there were several places where the transitions could be more sharp and the endings could be more graceful.

But at this moment, as he gazed at the battlefield far away in the sky, where the stars and moon swayed, he found that even "seeing" it was a struggle.

That was no longer a "sword". It was wielding heaven and earth as a sword.

"No wonder." He looked away, as if talking to himself.

"No wonder what?" Xu Fu asked.

"No wonder the ruins of Youdu are here. They have been silent for hundreds of years. The scale of the ruins is enormous and astonishing, but very few people have ever truly 'found the right place.' Explorers throughout the ages have often returned empty-handed or mysteriously lost..."

Was it also 'hidden' in this way?

Yuan Wu's tone revealed a hint of realization.

He waved his hand lightly, and a beam of silver light descended from tens of thousands of feet in the sky, illuminating the seemingly empty mountain valley in front of him. However, it suddenly encountered a large area of ​​gray-black mist, which immediately burned and broke open a huge and deep hole.

The barren hills that once stretched for dozens of miles began to take on another layer of outline, older and duller, casting distant shadows.

As the silver light continued to pour in, the double images gradually merged into one.

The old outlines devour the new, or the new was originally just the old, a skin that grew out over time, restoring the landscape of the past:

Broken steles and pillars point obliquely to the sky, their surfaces covered with chisel marks; the platforms of the palaces are layered, their edges diagonally inserted into the mountain walls, appearing suspended in mid-air; the corpses of nine black dragons hang upside down at the gate outside the ground anchor, their tendons hollowed out and limp, yet the runes engraved within their bones still shine brightly.
Further away, the massive bronze gate was half-hidden among the collapsed rubble. The painted cloud patterns had faded to a muddy gray-brown, and the star map engraved on the door had been mostly worn away by wind and rain, becoming indistinct. Only a few dents carved out by meteorites were still discernible.

Further in, the fog grew thicker, and a divine palace, split in two, floated in the air, covering thousands of acres. The broken ends were roughly bound together with iron chains, and in the middle sat a phantom figure, wearing wide robes and sleeves, sitting cross-legged, with eyes closed and holding a sword.

Yuan Wu probed his divine sense in that direction and touched an extremely flexible barrier, like the celestial silk of an ice silkworm soaked in an ancient, cold spring, gently and firmly pushing it back.

"When the five aggregates are eroded, the realm of enlightenment naturally manifests."

Zheng Xiu's voice came from afar, about several miles away. Her tone was calm, but she revealed the key point: "This is not a simple illusion array or a barrier that obscures divine sense. This is 'Severing Consciousness'."

"The most terrifying aspect of the Divine General of the You Dynasty's Divine General of Severing Consciousness is not that he uses divine deception to create falsehoods, but that he can 'sever' all the sensory channels of the opponent's eyes, ears, nose, tongue, body, and mind, or cause them to become disordered and distorted."

"All perceptions of this world are distorted and destroyed; what the eyes see, the ears hear, and the heart feel are all self-filled and presented 'rational' appearances."

She said calmly, "It's like how ordinary people see the battle between the nine realms in the sky. The wind is stronger, the clouds are thicker, and the night is colder... that's all there is to it."

“If this distortion is large enough and lasts long enough, it will no longer be a ‘supernatural power’ but will become the ‘environment’ itself. Just like a fish that never knows what water is until it is scooped ashore.”

Although the words mentioned the Divine General of Severing Consciousness, it was clear that the intricate and vast array here was not the work of this person.

It simply points out that the two places involve similar principles.

"The methods of the Sword Tomb."

Inside the Heavenly Palace, a dark voice echoed, vaguely outlining a black mountain and a dark crescent moon pressing down on it: "The Divine General of Severed Consciousness was killed. The Dharma essence within his corpse was extracted, nurtured, absorbed the earth's energy, and drank the moonlight to set up this 'Great Seal of the Realm of Formless Consciousness,' in an attempt to make people forget Youdu."

"If you forget, no one will come looking for it, no one will dig it up, no one will pick up the old techniques, the old grudges, the old glory from the ruins, and restore that demonic dynasty that has long been buried."

"Mo Chao?"

Zheng Xiu sneered: "Xiao Tianwang, you invited us here claiming to have cracked the secret of the 'Nine Deaths Silkworm' and wanted to share and discuss it. We've come, yet you're inside spouting these sarcastic remarks. What do you mean by that?"

Xiao Tianwang was the former leader of the powerful clans of Changling. He was also known as Night Owl. His entire clan was exterminated for the reform, but he still became a giant in the darkness and fought with Zheng Xiu for many years.

However, Yuanwu Zhengxiu knew very well that Ye Xiao truly hated Wang Jingmeng and Bashan Sword Field, especially after the other party claimed to have confirmed that the Nine Deaths Silkworm Fruit had the ability to revive, making his stance trustworthy.

"What do you mean?"

Xiao Tianwang smiled and asked, "Guess?"

“I think you must have received some kind of sword tomb inheritance, and it’s related to protecting this place.”

Zheng Xiu calmly analyzed the situation and quickly uncovered the truth: "Your background is not particularly illustrious. You are just a collateral branch of the Xiao family, working for the Nangong clan. You wouldn't have any profound cultivation techniques, and your cultivation level would hardly reach the seventh realm."

"But as far as I know, your actual progress in cultivation before reaching the Mountain Moving Realm was only slower than Wang Jingmeng, faster than me, Yuan Wu, Yan Xinlan, and others. This is definitely not something that can be supported by ordinary foundations; in addition, there was a period of time when you mysteriously disappeared in Changling, but you made friends with the elder Yanxian Talisman Sect Master..."

"If I'm not mistaken, a branch of the Sword Tomb has been secretly cultivating in the Netherworld, and this lineage has never been broken. The Immortal Talisman Sect is also aware of this. In order to refine his natal sword, he spent the most crucial years cultivating here, but he missed her and couldn't get back in time. He was filled with heart-wrenching pain."

"This is probably the thing you regret most in your life."

Later, my heart grew cold, my will scattered, and my spiritual practice slowed down.

"Shut up."

Xiao Tianwang's smile vanished: "You should know that if the remnants of Bashan are all dead, the next person I will kill is you, Zheng Xiu! You dared to come here as agreed, aren't you afraid that I've set a trap and lured you into a killing formation, so that you'll be reduced to nothing in an instant?"

“Greed,” Xiao Tianwang said.

“Stupid,” he said, adding another word.

“You are not qualified to cooperate with me. Let Yuan Wu come.”

"Night Owl, what exactly are you trying to say?"

Yuan Wu frowned. There were four of them in total. Except for Ye Xinhe, who was slightly weaker, they were all stronger than their opponents. "I will not enter the formation. I will only attack from a distance. No matter what arrangements I make, they will be ineffective. What a ridiculous threat, what a boring provocation."

"Now, report back to me: Who is the successor of the Nine Deaths Silkworm? How should we discuss the next steps of the transaction? Do not propose any new conditions; I will not yield. Even if we gain nothing else but the ability to occupy this secret realm, my trip with the Empress will not have been in vain."

His voice wasn't loud, and his tone was even, yet it possessed an undeniable authority, exuding a steely and ruthless aura, a confidence that he would take action at the slightest provocation and violently crush his opponent.

After obtaining the Spirit Spring Immortal Lotus Seed cultivated by Zheng Xiu using a secret method, which could instantly replenish the five elements, Yuan Wu was very certain that no matter how many ordinary seventh and sixth realm cultivators there were, they could not pose any real threat to him. Moreover, this place was almost dead and devoid of life, so it could not gather or hide too many living people.

Night Owl, the Immortal Talisman Sect Master, and Qi Yanchu, along with others, are probably looking in the wrong place if they're planning an ambush and annihilation.

The rebellion of Zhongshu Hou is about to begin, and even the Yan Emperor may not be able to save his life, so how could he possibly send any experts over?
Is it merely a mental image left behind by what appears to be the Sword Tomb Ancestor?

There's nothing to fear!

In reality, the two elite Qin armies had already advanced by land and water, secretly signing a pact with the Qi emperor to quickly dismantle the Yan dynasty.

Two dogs fight, play off.

The abundant spiritual minerals of Yan Realm, the sacred artifacts and unique cultivation techniques inherited by the You Dynasty's remnants are all the targets of Yuan Wu's journey.

“I don’t know who the successor of the Nine Deaths Silkworm is,” Night Owl said deliberately slowly, “but I know where he is right now.”

"Where is it?" Yuan Wu suppressed his excitement.

“In the secluded mountains, right here.” The owl’s voice was deep and cold.

Youshan is the ancient name for this area of ​​Yanshan.

"absurd."

Yuan Wu's pupils contracted slightly, but his tone grew increasingly cold and hard: "I am right here, yet you say that person is also here. Are you saying that you, Xiao Tianwang, are that successor, or that there is another living person hiding in these ruins? Do you need me to help you search for and capture him?"

Seemingly realizing his tone was too eager, he paused, then added, "If you're saying the successor of the Nine Deaths Silkworm has already fallen into your hands, there's no need to be mysterious. Just name your price."

"Name your price?" Night Owl's Black Moon Sword Intent pressed down again: "Before you name your price, let me tell you what they're offering! It's the secret of the Nine Deaths Silkworm that I mentioned sharing earlier: This method can not only allow the practitioner to escape death and be reborn, but it can also help others to return from the Nine Netherworlds and reshape their form and spirit!"

"Are you crazy?!" After a moment of stunned silence, Zheng Xiu realized that Ye Xiao had actually accepted the promise from the successor of the Nine Deaths Silkworm to resurrect the Zhou family's young lady and had actually set up a trap. She was both shocked and furious, and scolded, "Has your obsession burned out your brain?"

"A dead person is a dead person, and their soul is gone when it disperses. Even the Nether Emperor only said that he could be reborn through the Nine Deaths Silkworm after his death, but he never promised to resurrect others! You actually believe such nonsense?"

"I believe."

"How many illusions and bewitching arts are there in the world! The insect-and-plant puppet, though it may have an old appearance, is nothing but an empty shell devoid of knowledge and feeling!"

"I can tell the difference."

“Zhou Jiazhilan was young when she passed away and was not a powerful cultivator. She was only at the second realm in life, which obviously does not meet the requirements for the use of any Yin Ghost Witch God technique. Moreover, Wang Jingmeng had never practiced the 'Nine Deaths Silkworm' at that time, and the two had never even met.”

"I know."

"Why do you believe him? Can you tell me?" Yuanwu continued, "I believe that I am far superior to that cowardly Nine Deaths Silkworm successor in both cultivation and resources. If you hand over the Nine Deaths Silkworm to me, I can also practice it, learn its wonderful methods, and try to bring your soul back to life, thus relieving your regrets."

"You can't do it."

"Why can't it be done? What's the problem?"

"He has the potential to achieve immortality at the ninth level."

"what?!"

“There is a prophecy from the Ninth Realm that the person is the most likely chosen one in the world to unlock the gate to immortality, with a chance of over 90%.” Xiao Tianwang’s voice was cold and certain: “As for you, Yuanwu, even for eternity, you will never be able to reach the upper level of the Eighth Realm.”

The implication is that only by combining the Nine Realms with the Nine Deaths Silkworm can the wonder of resurrecting others be revealed.

"What nonsense!"

Yuan Wu said sternly, "I am not yet fifty years old, yet I have already reached the middle stage of the Qitian realm. I have gathered countless resources from all over the world, supported by the entire nation, assisted by wise men, and have access to all the divine skills and precious medicines in the world. How can I not reach the upper level of the eighth realm? How can I be denied the chance of immortality?"

As he spoke, a golden sword shape materialized from his sleeve.

“Because you consumed Zheng’s spiritual lotus seeds,” Xiao Tianwang said sarcastically, “this was originally a derivative creation of the Nine Realms Beyond the Heavens. The power that was forcibly borrowed must be repaid. You thought it helped you heal your injuries, but in reality, it pawned your future.”

"Like a grafted branch, whatever the rootstock is, that's what the scion can only grow. Once mature, it will forever be attached to the base color of the rootstock and will no longer have its own flowers or fruits."

"You're making this up."

Yuan Wu's expression changed slightly: "If there really is such a sinister and sinister future trouble, hidden deep in the Qi Sea and meridians, how could I not sense it?"

Can fish sense water?

"Your Majesty, this fiend is beyond reason; his words are nothing but empty threats and intimidation." Xu Fu timely interrupted the argument that was causing the Emperor and Empress to drift apart. He quickly closed his umbrella, cupped his hands in greeting, and said, "Allow me to go inside first, capture him, and interrogate him thoroughly. At that time, the truth about the so-called 'successor of the Nine Deaths Silkworm' and the 'prophecy of immortality' will come to light."

Yuan Wu was about to raise his hand to stop him, but suddenly, as if he had something else to consider, his fingers froze and he hesitated to move.

Originally, he wanted to take action himself.

However, I do have some lingering doubts about this matter.

Without knowing the full picture of the situation, it is not advisable to venture into dangerous territory.

Two figures suddenly appeared from the shadows behind Xu Fu, flying one after the other towards the split-open celestial palace within the Netherworld Ruins. The figures had multicolored faces, but their eyes were pale and empty, and their bodies emanated the same innate aura as Xu Fu.

"Tiger's Accomplice Technique?" Night Owl's exclamation came from the broken palace on the right, a quick reaction carrying a hint of genuine surprise and solemnity.

Almost simultaneously, a narrow beam of light shone from the first Tiger's accomplice's seemingly empty pupils, and then his true essence flowed rapidly within his body, emitting a sound like a roaring tiger.

The next instant, the colorful medicinal glow on his face vanished abruptly, turning pale and transparent, like some kind of glass.

With a cracking sound, it was as if something was being ripped apart.

The tiger's accomplice suddenly became several times faster.

With an unusually simple gesture, he raised his right arm and threw a punch. As many crystal threads shattered, all the light in the space in front of him seemed to be extinguished, plunging the area into complete darkness.

However, countless silver stars flashed in the darkness, as if bringing forth countless tiny stars, each carrying a power similar to that of a real meteorite falling.

With all the stars present, even a real mountain can be destroyed.

In the deafening tremor, the already decayed foundation collapsed in large sections, and massive rocks weighing hundreds of millions of pounds were blasted into dust one after another, raising clouds of gray-white dust. Hundreds of palaces, pavilions, corridors, corner towers, and their flying eaves and brackets trembled, overturned, and cracked at the same time.

The pavilion was lost, the connected roofs and layers of structure were broken like rotten wood, the eaves collided and broken tiles flew everywhere; the balusters carved with dragons, the mottled and colorful beams and rafters, the decayed tables, the dusty prayer cushions, and the prayer flags hanging in mid-air were all smashed to pieces.

The anchors holding the structure broke one after another, the inscriptions dimmed, the talismanic flames went out, and the iron chains tightened, pulling on the other half of the palace that was not yet completely broken, and it began an irreversible, slow descent.

The owl, hiding in the main hall, rose from the former throne of the Arctic God King. The wine cup he had just drunk from turned to dust, and his black robe fluttered slightly, condensing into nine intertwined black sword energies, isolating the chaotic debris and shockwaves from the outside.

His composed demeanor, as if he were standing in front of his own home admiring the snow, signifies his profound understanding of this secluded ruin and Xu Fu's power.

The opponent's first attack failed to penetrate into the heart of the palace complex.

However, the second tiger foe had already broken through the breach.

"Your Majesty!"

A cultivator carrying a sword box on his back called out softly.

Dozens of cultivators dressed like this leaped out from the ruins behind them, their chaotic sword intents colliding and resonating within the sword sheaths, their dim light flashing as if carrying the weight of countless snowstorms.

There's no need to give up your life.

Just as Night Owl was about to sacrifice all his energy to set up the Thousand Mountains Snow Formation and trap his target, another peaceful voice drifted out from the Broken Palace on the left: "Whether it is life or death, it all comes about by fate. But you should understand that the promise I made will naturally be fulfilled. This will not change based on your statement."

"Although it was done with good intentions, war and change have indeed caused a lot of misfortune. I often overlooked it in the past, but if I can start over, I want to make up for it as much as possible. I want to use this new life and this new strength."

Before the Starlight Fist Imprint had fully dissipated, the second Tiger Servant had already approached the outside of the hall like a ghost, and about a hundred paces away, he threw a new punch.

However, thin, paper-thin sword lights naturally emerged from the void, completely enveloping the surging, powerful qi within them, clinging tightly to it, and rapidly swirling around it.

The sword light, rotating in one direction, looked like a giant spinning top and a millstone at that moment.

"The Sharpening Stone Sword Technique!"

Xu Fu's gaze lit up in the tiger's eyes, and then the figure retreated rapidly! But the gray-black snow suddenly swept past, instantly disintegrating its body and turning it into countless ice shards that splashed out.

"The Nine Netherworld King Sword?!"

"...Wang Jingmeng? Is it really you?!"

"it's me."

A clear and calm voice rang out again: "Thank you for your 'cooperation' in giving me an opportunity to appear in this way."

"Some debts must eventually be repaid."

The ethereal and magnificent aura began to expand, like a boundless, crimson-gold sword wall, supporting the heavens and earth, and transforming into a radiant glow!

The illusory figure sitting cross-legged in the middle of the chains opened its eyes.

"Eight Realms! How is this possible?!"

He was stuck before reaching the peak in his lifetime. Even if he was reincarnated and started cultivating again, it would only be a dozen years. How could he possibly surpass his peak?
This is absolutely incomprehensible!
……

A moment ago.

At that extremely high place, invisible, unknowable, and imperceptible to ordinary people, without the slightest gap, the second, the third, the fourth...

The more violent, purer, and more deadly clashes between the two sides have followed one after another like a storm!

"The void is as one in separation and union, without any rules of size, intermittent yet continuous in domain, with winding paths connecting one another, like an endless ring. Following the method of pouring into the void, the principle lies in the primordial image. When it is poured out, it further erodes and dissolves; when it flows, it further enhances transformation. It is truly miraculous!"

Zhao Qing sincerely praised, deeply feeling that the methods displayed by Emperor You were extremely exquisite and ingenious, forming a complete system, and had almost reached the ultimate state of invincibility.

Simply put, although they all seem to heal instantly after being damaged, the magic talismans forged by refining heaven and earth follow a completely different principle, namely, spatial diversion and symbiosis.

When her sword intent and Dharma form invaded the dragon-shaped void fragment, the force it received automatically flowed to the other fragments, diluting them to various parts of the entire sky. Along the way, the force was dissipated, most of it was eroded and decomposed, incorporated into the Dharma talisman, and transformed into new Nine Nether Dharma Qi. A small amount was separated into impurities, like black mist dissipating.

With the cleansing water of truth, filth is washed away, and the stars in the heart are adorned. All things have their place, returning to the pure land created by my thoughts. This is the true meaning of the netherworld! Its grandeur and magnificence are beyond the comprehension of the ocean's edge.

Although the Nine Realms possess the characteristic of myriad transformations and can absorb, draw upon, and refine all the Yin-Yang and Five Elements energies in the world, only the core has this ability.

In non-core areas, without the tearing of the law density gradient, the effect is ultimately much worse, damage is difficult to truly prevent, and the types of energy that can be devoured and refined are also limited by the method one cultivates.

Even so, in each round of mutual attacks, the Nether Emperor could still absorb at least 90% of the external energy. This was even after Zhao Qing rapidly changed the form and substance of his magic power, causing the energy to repel each other and deliberately hindering the attack.

At the same time, the numerous spatial fragments, separated by thousands of miles, also possess a certain holographic manifestation effect. Each piece can present a complete Daoist charm. Although it is slightly blurry, it has all the sum of its legal changes. Those that are not attacked continue to draw on the stellar energy, further nourishing the true nature.

Even if there are some deep and irreparable defects, or if the void fragments are completely shattered and reduced in size, they can still be transferred back from the other side.

To put it figuratively, it's like a massive, boundless being that breathes and regenerates.

And it was being manipulated by the Nether Emperor, repeatedly and fiercely smashed down upon him!
When injured, they move "flesh and blood" from elsewhere to fill the gap.

It is also like a vast, gentle yet resilient lake or sea, where a depression is formed by water flowing back from the surrounding area to smooth it out.

The raging waves, the dazzling rosy clouds, reflected the sky as a jade disc of dark water about to crack, within which flowed a nectar of destruction.

As for the Heavenly Tribulation of Transformation, it is harmless and merely adds to the fun.

"Myriad transformations? I have long since comprehended them! The Nine Swords of Primordial Chaos, embracing the primordial chaos, encompassing the eight extremes, firmly grasping the celestial sphere, balancing and changing, and governing the universe!" Zhao Qing's intentions were revealed, and his Dao appearance changed drastically!

The giant sword split into two, then into four, then into eight, and in an instant it transformed into countless swords, all of them becoming one, slaying all forms.

With her growth and cultivation already perfected, and with her inner universe as a backing, resisting the corruption of laws, clearing away deep-seated ailments, and casting shadows, her sword doesn't need much elaborate embellishment or interior decoration. It can also possess the same energy-refining and dissolving power as the opponent's. Pure and untainted, with a firm spirit and clear mind, it is even harder to find any obstacles!
The former originates from the essence of the realm and the exquisitely crafted structure of the void talisman, while the latter originates from the heart of the sword and is contained within the principles of heaven and earth.

It's hard to judge who's better or worse; they each have their own strengths.

It must be said that once you reach the Ninth Realm of Longevity, which is roughly equivalent to the "Middle Six Qi" realm in the main world, once a fierce battle breaks out, if the gap is small, the astonishing damage reduction rate will dominate the direction of the situation.

The unimaginable mana reserves, internal and external circulation, and a normal level of 80-90% offensive and defensive resistance and absorption rate make this kind of confrontation a unique form of hand-to-hand combat in full armor.

Whoever runs out of strength first, or makes a mistake and is thrown to the ground, then is held down and repeatedly beaten in vital areas, loses and is declared the loser.

Therefore, it is extremely important to know how to reduce the opponent's resolution rate, increase one's own absorption rate, and cultivate the "perfect state" where energy is not leaked out as much as possible during the energy return process.

Ineffective, lingering environmental impacts should be avoided as much as possible.

Restrained, focused, using every bit of strength on the blade.

The Dao pattern inscription and energy storage method, like the giant pit at Lushan, is one of the most basic residual energy recovery operations at this level.

On the surface, it appears grand and magnificent, as if it were writing thousands of poems, but in reality, it had already arranged various recycling tools in advance, and all the paper and ink consumed had to be refined again.

Extreme flamboyance and extreme restraint—these two seemingly contradictory approaches, in the hands of such a master, have become harmoniously unified, complementing each other as two sides of the same thing.

Otherwise, it would be insufficient to sustain a long and arduous battle.

This is a contest of patience and depth.

The people on the ground did not feel the fierce battle deep in the sky, partly because the Nether Emperor possessed the power to sever consciousness.

Of course, no matter how sophisticated or profound the method of reunion and reflection, some necessary losses are unavoidable.

Even if Zhao Qing's materialized giant sword doesn't stir up any nearby winds or clouds, there is still airflow obstruction on the path, which must be overcome with force. It can be replaced by a void interlayer or the collapse and manifestation of a quantum cloud. Maintaining the dynamics requires a huge amount of energy, and this part cannot be recycled.

If they cannot be recycled by themselves, they are very likely to become enemy resources.

However, in space, where matter is scarce, the situation is quite different. There is less interference, better rotation rate, and the output itself is almost lossless. Internal friction is entirely due to the clash between Wan Hua and Gui Cang.

"The effort has reached a temporary stalemate. We must start by analyzing the structure. What appears to be a seamless form and substance ultimately has an internal and external basis!"

Energy is energy, and laws are laws.

The Way of the Void is not limited to these two categories.

It is also the foundation upon which all kinds of birth, death, and change take place.

However, Zhao Qing was well aware that Emperor You's skill in this area far surpassed his own; it was not about division and cutting, but about the consolidation of power.

The Nine Deaths Silkworm's true essence inherently contains a void-like form, like silk floss, like a bundle of tubes, like a speck of dust or a mustard seed, and these forms intertwine and condense into a coherent consciousness.

Hundreds of years ago, Emperor You, together with the Eastern and Western Kings, studied the changes of the stars in the heavens and the flow of the five aggregates in the human world. Using the void as a medium, they created the Dharma realm supernatural powers such as "Saha", "Pure Land" and "Ultimate Bliss". They also created a variety of heaven and earth Dharma seals with the Northern and Southern Kings. Although their achievements in the shattering of the void were average, their strengthening and consolidation were unmatched.

Zhao Qing, who had only spent a few months figuring things out in his spare time, was still far from perfect.

In her understanding, to some extent, Emperor You had even initially reached the state of responding to the signs of the birth of "empty qi".

What is Void Qi? This Qi is not something that exists in the universe, nor does it belong to any of the different types of primordial energy. Rather, it is formed by the refinement and sublimation of the void after birth.

The "Transformation into Heavenly Soldiers" stage of the "Heavenly Soldier Refining and Qi Guiding Method" requires first cultivating and refining the "Empty Qi Golden Embryo" Dao body, which is formed by combining twelve kinds of Qian Kong Tian Qi, reversing the Heavenly Chapters, collecting the Five Elements, and returning the Six Qi to their original form.

Generally speaking, high-level Void Qi is a mysterious creation that can only be explored by those at the Upper Six Qi Realm. Nothingness returns to existence, and existence and nothingness are contained within nothingness. The subtle and profound mysteries within it are beyond Zhao Qing's current comprehension.

Although the Void Qi refined by the Nether Emperor was only at the initial stage, crude and deliberate, it still fully embodied the primordial phenomena and mechanisms, and its methods were inseparable and could not be omitted.

In the past, Zhao Qing learned from the depths of the Dragon Tomb in Yunmengze that a powerful figure from the Three Sovereigns Sect had visited and left behind a concept that could potentially defy the Nine Realms. This method was later taken away by the Nether Emperor, and it was most likely the framework of the Void Qi.

Since it is not a power inherent in heaven and earth, the core of the Nine Realms is unlikely to be exempt from or absorbed, which makes Void Qi a unique and effective nemesis.

From this perspective, the Nether Emperor, who had not yet attained immortality, may have possessed the ability to contend with a true Ninth Realm cultivator at his peak!
Zhao Qing underestimated this man's talent.

Although he has only recently broken through to the next realm, he is not among the miscellaneous ninth realm cultivators.

While her sword intent was superior to her opponent's in terms of intensity and sharpness, and could disregard spatial layers and penetrate barriers, to truly strike that important target and destroy its operational hub, she needed at least an anchor point in the relatively unchanging background space as a reference.

However, within this void, there is no measurable benchmark, only a vast expanse of emptiness, boundless and undifferentiated.

It was like the beginning of time, before everything was divided, like chaos before it was carved.

Even with the ability to see through heaven and earth, it is still difficult to distinguish up from down and left from right.

Moreover, while it contains chaos, it still contains order.

This order and structure are inseparable and leave no room for leakage.

At the same level, Zhao Qing could only think of two solutions for the time being: to dissect the primordial chaos and to resolve it by refining the void and mingling the qi.

The latter is clearly not feasible, and the former is also greatly constrained.

After all, in terms of the total amount of magical power and true essence, although she has made rapid progress recently, it is still only six or seven hundred times that of the standard eighth realm, and not even one-tenth of the You Emperor's strength. She herself only fights with skill, and it is really difficult to defeat her by force.

So she chose another path.

The attack supports the "holographic network" that connects various parts of the Qi in the air.

Since the void energy has been emanating from the realm, it naturally cannot escape the traces of the physical world.

Tangible traces can be divided, severed, and destroyed!

"rise!"

Two new mountain ridges were extracted from the Samsara Sword Realm and then merged with the power of more than a dozen external cave heavens!
More than a dozen dazzling solar fusion catalytic reactors exploded, outputting full power, and dense streams of golden flames appeared, suddenly flashing on a snow-capped peak in the Tianshan Mountains, and simultaneously slashing down in different directions!

Above the thousand-foot snow-capped peak, a fragment of the crane-shaped sky suddenly dimmed for half a breath, then was struck by a giant sword of true fire spanning over ten miles. It flew backward, its golden light scattering and melting through the mountainside, forming a huge hole that quickly engulfed the imperial coffin and remains hidden inside, incinerating its remaining energy! Eradicated!

Besides the giant azure sword in his hand, which was currently engaged in a fierce battle with the main force of the magic talisman, Zhao Qing also possessed many other powers.

She can also draw dozens or even hundreds of probability cloud swords.

She has already built hundreds of caves and blessed lands that connect to the inner universe and protect it. Although they are difficult to move and seem unsuitable for highly mobile combat, the far-reaching sword intent completely makes up for this, making these auxiliary equipment an aid that can be used anytime and anywhere.

Ultimately, Emperor You was the defender, while Zhao Qing was the attacker.

The defender has too many things to protect, while the attacker only needs to find an opening to exploit.

As it turns out, Emperor You's method of separating and protecting the talismans and the void energy was insufficient to defend all directions; at best, it could only protect one place.

Preserve a coffin and a container.

However, neither side was entirely satisfied with the outcome.

Emperor You was not only dissatisfied, but also refused to accept it.

He finally used the true form of the stars!

...(End of this chapter)