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Chapter 279 278. Chaos Skills, Refuge in the Sword Palace (4.5K words - please subscribe)
Cluck. Cluck.
The deepest part of Tianwei Palace.

The sky was obscured, and both the sun and the moon seemed to be obscured by some faint fluctuations. Song Yan's true domain was less suppressed and therefore seemed looser, as if the transparent tights he was originally wearing suddenly spread out and turned into a giant.

Deep inside, in the center of a wide, high-domed golden hall, a man, half of whose body had rotted away and the other half of whose body still retained an immortal aura, was sitting with his chin in his hand.

Song Yan's arrival startled him, causing him to slowly raise his face.

"Senior, I mean no offense." Song Yan subconsciously spoke polite trash words and carried out tactical interference. Whether it succeeded or not, it was just a matter of talking.

Cluck. Cluck.
The strange noise continued.

Song Yan narrowed his eyes and suddenly attacked without any warning.

Since the other party doesn't speak at the first time, there is no need to communicate further. The correct solution is to interrupt what the other party is doing.

Without the restrictions of the moon and the sun, the true domain immediately enveloped it, and everything in the enveloped area collapsed.

The man suddenly disappeared.

The next moment, he was grabbed out again and held tightly in mid-air by Song Yan.

Zhenyu's five fingers slowly closed together, wrapping the man inside. When it was tight and seamless, Song Yan made a slight sense and suddenly felt a slight pain in the palm of his hand, as if stabbed by something. He no longer hesitated and crushed the man decisively.

When they released their grip again, the man's broken true realm and flesh and blood were mixed together, embedded in each other, along with a rusty broken sword.

The power of the man's true realm was pouring into the broken sword, but it was interrupted before it was completed. It is conceivable that if it had succeeded, it would not have been a slight pain.

Song Yan thought to himself: "Use this as a resource to practice."

Information appears: [The corpse of the mad general cannot be used for cultivation]

In another moment, the body of the monster called "Mad General" slowly dissipated, and the sword also collapsed and turned into ashes.

Song Yan could fully sense that this dissipation was not just the dissipation of cause and effect, but the dissipation of the soul as well.
In other words, this means you will never be reincarnated again.

The higher you climb, the harder you fall.

Song Yan looked at his hands and found no scars.

His current strength is the limit of what he can achieve. He has never taken risks to wander around looking for any resources. Instead, he just "plays both sides" among the saints, and then uses the power of the Saint Nuwa, the other shore tree which is inextricably linked to the later saints, and the Yu Shou Dao Fruit to earn this "pot of gold" for himself.

This "pot of gold" is undoubtedly lucrative.

With the mad general being dealt with, only a few crazy soldiers were left in the Tianwei Palace.

Song Yan searched around and saw a blank jade stele in a place called "Guanfa Palace" in this hall. Song Yan covered the jade stele with his own true domain, and then lines of information appeared on the stele.

It is not words, nor is it obtained through any perception, but it appears directly in the soul.

The Way of Evolution, Part 1

Tao gives birth to one, one gives birth to two, two gives birth to three, and three gives birth to all things. Heaven and earth contain Tao, and nurturing me is one. If you want to understand heaven, you must first perform Tao.

It is so mysterious that only by gazing at it can one feel the meaning of the text surging from Song Yan's heart. Once the true realm is dispersed, it is unknowable, indescribable, invisible, and unthinkable.

Song Yan quickly took the wordless jade stele containing "The Way of Evolution - Part 1" away, searched again, and found nothing, so he left.

sea ​​of ​​bitterness.

On the blue sea, Song Yan recalled his clone who was out exploring and grabbed the jade tablet.

Neither the Han sisters nor Ning Yunmiao could see the words on the jade tablet.

Song Yan decided to start practicing.

He stared at the jade tablet and said silently in his heart: "Invest my life in this skill and practice it as my goal."

A line of information emerged:
[There are three thousand great ways, but you can only obtain one. You already have too much power of Saint Nuwa in your body, and it is extremely difficult to practice other chaos techniques. In the first hundred years, you will gain nothing.]

[In the first thousand years, you gain nothing]

[In the 10,000th year, you still gain nothing]

'stop.'

Song Yan muttered to himself, then withdrew from his practice.

"So, "The Way of Evolution" is a Chaos Technique?"

Song Yan has understood.

But the displayed information also made him silent.

He suddenly looked up and looked around.

The azure blue sea, the dazzling red flowers, the bitter sea, the flowers, the myriad demonic bodies, and the power of words formed a strange stability. At the same time, the chilling feeling brought by the power of words was being absorbed by the little white tiger sleeping in his true domain.

Song Yan looked at the little white tiger and thought to himself again, "Is it really Senior Washeng?"

This was the only conclusion he could come to.

Otherwise, it would be impossible for him to have so much power of Saint Nuwa contained in his body, and every time he used it, it would be "immediately effective".

However, the little white tiger still did not answer, but continued to sleep.

Song Yan suddenly discovered something terrible.

He is safe now.

He is stable now.

He did not waste time, but improved rapidly at a terrifying speed. Although he has reached the limit now, he has also arrived at the place where he should be.

He didn't quite understand the meaning of "purifying the sea of ​​suffering."

However, he knew that this matter must be extremely important and extremely secretive.

"What realm is Master Ning at?" Song Yan suddenly asked Ning Yunmiao. He had asked this question more than once, and the only answer he got was that Ning Daozhen was at the fifth realm of Xuanhuang.

So this time, Ning Yunmiao still said: "The five realms of Xuanhuang."

Song Yan insisted, "What realm is the Xuanhuang Five Realms?"

Ning Yunmiao shook his head and said, "Grandpa just said don't aim too high."

Song Yan felt inexplicably wary.

He thought for a moment, raised his hand and took out the book "Tianqi Sword Art" given by Elder Ning, and said word by word: "This time, I will definitely be able to safely read the contents of the early stage of the Xuanhuang Five Realms."

Hua Hua Hua.
A small white hand appeared and took away the scapegoats one by one.

A chilly and gloomy energy seeped in, but then disappeared.

wow wow
Wow.
"Tianqi Sword Art" ended at the chapter of the next realm. The exaggerated power surged into Song Yan's consciousness. If he had not reached the limit of Nine Yin and Nine Yang, it would be extremely difficult for him to endure such "advance reading".

An old voice emerged.

'Child, when you can read this far, you should have broken through to the late fourth realm, and you should also understand your own destiny.

The world is now in the midst of a catastrophe, and there can be only three possible outcomes.

First, complete silence;
Second, tear it apart completely;

3. Completely restart.

Only when the three realms are restarted can you safely pass the calamity, and you will welcome back the Saint Nuwa, or become the Saint Nuwa and restart the human world.

Sorry, child, each of us shoulders our own destiny and has no other choice.

Even if some people can unload the burden, others must carry it.

If we can still meet again alive, I, Gu Mohan, will be at your disposal.'

This is followed by lines of information:

[Xuanhuang Five Realms: Descending Realm, retreat the target from Xuanhuang Four Realms to the God Transformation Realm, and its own overflowing power will destroy it]

[Six Realms of Xuanhuang: The Descending God Realm, retreat the target from the Transformation God Realm to the Crimson Palace Realm, and its own overflowing power will destroy it]

[Seven Realms of Xuanhuang: Descending to the Mortal Realm, retreat the target from the Crimson Palace Realm to the mortal realm, and its own overflowing power will destroy it]

But apart from these three lines of information, there is nothing else.

"Tianqi Sword Art" ended in the late stage of the fourth realm of Xuanhuang.

'Child, the greatest power in the world stops at the four realms of Xuanhuang. There is a huge difference between the strong and the weak in the four realms of Xuanhuang. However, the greatest power does not mean the strongest.

Now that you have seen what is big, you still need to understand what is small.

Only in this way can one comprehend the true meaning of the Great Dao that the infinite is one and the infinite is empty.' Song Yan narrowed his eyes. The amount of information contained in these words was extremely huge. The old man who first saved his life and then gave him the skills was not Ning Daozhen but Gu Mohan. No wonder he felt strange that day.

Secondly, Gu Mohan obviously didn’t know that he had extraordinary wisdom and could withstand “advance reading”, otherwise he would probably just practice step by step and would not be able to see this information until he reached the late stage of the fourth realm.

At that time, he could no longer practice other chaos techniques and could only continue to play this role.

Gu Mohan has a favor to him
But now, this favor is obviously being exploited.

Song Yan did not object to being used.

In fact, the information that Gu Mohan gave was quite a lot, which almost made it clear what he was going to do. However, he did not provide any subsequent practice methods. In this way, his only way was to rely on Nuwa Saint, and keep relying on her until he was replaced by Nuwa Saint, or he became Nuwa Saint, in order to complete the "Three Realms Restart" plan.

Too many dark clouds are drifting in.

Too much blur to make out.

Song Yan glanced at "The First Chapter of Tianyan Dao" again. He already had an understanding of the first chapter of the Chaos Technique that appeared in Tianwei Palace.

"Tianwei Hall", as the name suggests, is most likely the place where the "Tianwei" of this purple sky once lived, and it was commanded by a "general".

And all that this general, Tianwei, could practice was the first chapter of a book on chaos skills.

He had seen this power before. It was the power that allowed the mad soldier to split into two and then merge into one.

However, after reading the opening chapter of this technique, he understood that the upper, middle and lower chapters of "The Dao of Evolution" corresponded to "One gives birth to two", "Two gives birth to three" and "Three gives birth to all things" respectively. If one fails to reach the last step and integrates them prematurely, it will lead to "exhaustion of potential and no hope for the great way."

After a brief thought, Song Yan thought to himself again: "Invest my lifespan in practicing the First Chapter of Tianyan Dao."

Five years later.
A figure walked under the scorching sun.

His shadow was stretched out very long because the scorching sun had set in the west and the bright moon had risen in the east.

The setting sun and the gentle evening breeze are always very beautiful, but how many people can calm down and watch and appreciate them?

There are too many trivial matters, too many cause and effect concerns, and people's hearts are only at peace when they die.

Song Yan is now happily watching the sunset in the purple sky.

Because he is both Song Yan and not Song Yan.

He is neither the real Song Yan nor the fake Song Yan.

"The Evolution of Heaven" successfully split him into two people: Song Yan from the human world who continued to implement the Three Realms Restart Plan, and him. Song Yan from the human world took over all his causes and effects, so that at this moment he became a person with "only one cause and effect".

Therefore, Song Yan is the only one in the human world who still remembers him.

He lost the power of "Nuwa Saint" and the power of "Zang Saint", but still retained his own "freedom", becoming a chess piece that was completely free from cause and effect and calculation.

Although Zixiaotian is dangerous, there are also many opportunities here.

The Tianwei Palace alone can have a chaotic martial art like "The Beginning of the Heavenly Evolution", so what about other palaces?
He wanted to take a look.

At this moment, a huge tornado suddenly appeared within Song Yan's range of consciousness.

A tornado came from the sky, and the sky seemed to have cracked open a hole. Heavy space debris fell down with the tornado. The sun and the moon were still there, shining quietly in the east and west.

Song Yan suddenly noticed a huge empty boat in the tornado.

Those empty boats were wrapped in transparent shields.

The formation is so advanced that it can actually resist the impact of space debris.

for a long time
Snapped! !

The empty boat landed.

The formation also used up its last bit of strength. The formation shield flickered, cracks began to appear on it, and then it shattered with a "bang".

As the empty boat shattered and burned, the real domain inside immediately expanded.

When the smoke and dust cleared, Song Yan saw fifteen cultivators standing there, some men and some women, some at the Realm of Realm Spirit, some at the Realm of Realm Domain, and some at the Realm of Realm Core. The faces of these cultivators were filled with joy at having survived the catastrophe, and a cultivator in the middle said solemnly, "First, find a palace that blocks the light of the sun and the moon."

The true domain was opened up by the cultivator in the center.

His true domain could only expand by more than ten feet, so the fourteen monks could only lean against him closely, fearing that they would accidentally fall outside.
The group moved forward carefully, and when they passed an intact palace, a female monk suggested going in, but was rejected by the leading monk because "an intact palace is too dangerous, and they need to find one that is in complete ruins."

Into the night
ruins.

Silvery-white frost light fell through the hole in the ruins into a dilapidated hall.

In the true realm in the corner of the hall, a fist-sized golden-red "fireball" was providing warmth for the fourteen monks there.

At the outermost edge of the True Domain, there is a young man with a solemn but tired face. His body is as straight as a sword, with broad shoulders and a narrow waist. His white sword robe has been stained dark by smoke and dust, but the pattern of a solitary wild goose shadow embroidered on a corner of his lapel can still be vaguely seen.

Wen Lianhai is the youngest leader of the Southern Pavilion of Guhong Sword Pavilion. His realm has reached the early stage of the Realm Spirit. This time, he was also selected to become a member of the sect's "Spark Plan".

As the youngest Pavilion Master of the sect, he should have been teaching his disciples and discussing swordsmanship at the top of Jiange Mountain, practicing hard to attain enlightenment. But now he has fled here in a miserable state like a stray dog.

He looked at this strange place, feeling sad, disappointed and alert.

Suddenly, he was patted on the shoulder.

"Brother Lian Hai, we are lucky to be able to pass through the Broken Void alive and reach Zixiaotian. From now on, we will be responsible for the continuation and inheritance of Guhong Sword Pavilion."

Wen Lianhai tilted his head and nodded slightly, but suddenly he saw the expression on the face of his fellow Taoist who was comforting him behind him froze.

In the center, the ancestors of the four realms of Xuanhuang in the sect suddenly opened their eyes, and quickly stood up and looked not far away.

There, someone was walking in the moonlight.

He changed his appearance without any disguise and strolled under the moonlight that could instantly freeze a person's body and soul.

Mysterious and dark, its shadow was elongated by the moonlight and fell on the uneven ruins.

The man walked to the door of the dilapidated hall and knocked politely.

dong dong dong.

Wen Lianhai suddenly felt an unspeakable fear in his heart.

Who is this?

Why is it in Zixiaotian?

Why did he come here?

The ancestor of Guhong Sword Pavilion took a step forward, clasped his fists and said, "I am Han Danzi of Guhong Sword Pavilion. I wonder which Taoist friend you are?"

The shadow did not enter the room, but asked, "Why did you risk coming here?"

The ancestor named Han Danzi said: "The upper realm has been hit by the disaster of Xi, and everyone is in danger. My sect asked me to bring people here in order to seek inheritance."

"Xi Jie?" the black shadow asked doubtfully.

Handanzi was stunned for a moment, and continued to tell the whole story.

By the time he had finished explaining everything, the dark shadow outside the door had disappeared.

Song Yan walked on the land of Zixiaotian.

He had understood one thing: the powerful enemies were hiding in the intact palace, and there was little danger on the land outside.

He went towards the South Gate of Heaven.

Along the way, he saw many people coming from the upper realm.

Some of these people succeeded, and some failed.

The journey to Nantianmen is very long.

More than 20 years later, Song Yan saw a familiar tornado again, and also saw the empty boat rising down in the tornado.

He was planning to pass by, but he saw nine black cranes in front of the empty boat.

That is the mark of Tianqi Sword Palace.

Before the empty boat landed on the ground, the array shield suddenly made an explosive sound.

The black crane, having lost the protection of the formation shield, instantly began to burn.

However, the true realm in the empty boat did not appear.

Seeing that the ship was about to be destroyed and everyone on board was about to die, Song Yan hesitated for a moment, then spread out the True Domain to cover the empty boat, allowing the empty boat from the Tianqi Sword Palace to escape safely.

(End of this chapter)