The Heavens Start to Reverse Fate from Martial Arts

Chapter 201 The ancestor god Yao rises, and the soul returns!
Wang Yi raised his hand to smooth out the crack in the void, then waved his sleeves to stir up a strong gust of wind that swept away the thick dust storm all around.

Xiang Yutian flew over through the air, stopped and stared at Wang Yi blankly, and said dryly: "Did you really break through?"

Ning Daoqi and a few others flew around and fell into silence after hearing this.

At this moment, everyone's heart was restless. Under such shock, the problem of the Temple of War God was temporarily put behind their minds.

This is a true immortal who can truly suppress all enemies in the world!
Compared to the War God Atlas that is readily available, such a strong man is even more terrifying.

Wang Yi looked back at the expressions of the few people and said with a faint smile: "He has embarked on the path of achieving harmony with the Dao and divine transformation of the acupoints. He can barely be considered to have entered the realm of martial arts immortals."

"Martial Arts Immortal..." Xiang Yutian's eyes were burning as he said bluntly, "What price do I need to pay for the method I want to break through?"

Upon hearing this, the other people couldn't help but show heat in their eyes.

Faced with the opportunity to become an immortal, no one can remain indifferent, not even Song Que, who has nothing else to give up except his sword.

Wang Yi took in the passion in their eyes, smiled, and walked towards the palace, speaking calmly, "If you become a worshiper of the Immortal Dynasty connected with destiny, I will pass down the method of becoming an immortal."

When everyone heard this, their expressions varied.

Xiang Yutian fell into deep thought, Ning Daoqi's eyes flickered, Zhenren Zi Yang seemed to be thinking about something, only Song Que and Yu Wenhuaji looked normal.

Wang Yi stepped into the palace and everyone followed him.

The palace was filled with an ancient and mysterious atmosphere. The stone pillars and walls were carved with unclear words and carvings, and the sound of flowing waterfalls could be heard from the depths.

"Become a worshiper of the Immortal Dynasty? Can I be free?" Xiang Yutian was indifferent for a long time, and finally asked.

Now that all his chronic illnesses have been cured, he has absolute confidence in becoming an extremely powerful person as long as he obtains the War God's Atlas, which is the first of the Four Great Achievements.

But immortals can live forever, and with Taiyi Zhenren's method of staying in the world, they can slowly accumulate strength. When there is nothing left to accumulate, they can choose to break the void. Then they will undoubtedly have a higher starting point.

Now the opportunity to become an immortal is right in front of him, and the temptation is somewhat irresistible to him.

Wang Yi walked steadily along the corridor towards the direction of the sound of running water. Hearing this, he smiled and asked, "Freedom? Where can you find freedom on such a long road? Even immortals have their strengths and weaknesses. Even if you are at the top of the immortals, freedom is still hard to come by under the entanglement of cause and effect."

As soon as these words came out, everyone behind him fell into indifference.

Xiang Yutian frowned and said seriously, "Will becoming a worshiper of the Immortal Dynasty hinder your future cultivation?"

Wang Yi spoke directly, without beating around the bush: "When fate is connected, all suffer together and all prosper together. The stronger the fate of the Immortal Dynasty, the smoother the cultivation of the cultivators whose fate is connected will be, and vice versa."

Xiang Yutian's eyes narrowed slightly, and after a moment of contemplation, he said, "No matter how much the Great Sui Dynasty regards itself as an immortal dynasty, it is still in the lower realm. Wouldn't it be difficult for us to join it?"

Wang Yi smiled and waved his hand: "The Immortal Dynasty has just been established, and its foundation is still shallow, but its potential is unlimited. Besides, with this poor Taoist sitting in charge, why worry about the Immortal Dynasty not prospering? This matter is entirely voluntary, and this poor Taoist will not force anyone."

Ning Daoqi stroked his long beard and said slowly: "This matter concerns the path of the Tao, so we need to take a long-term view and not act hastily."

True Man Zi Yang nodded slightly and said, "This is not something that can be decided in a moment. It really requires careful consideration."

Song Que's eyes were firm, and he said loudly: "If the Immortal Dynasty can continue to benefit the Han people in the Central Plains, Song is willing to serve as a sacrifice!"

Yu Wenzhi bowed and flattered: "Duke Zhennan is very righteous and admirable. If everyone in the world had the same thoughts as Duke Zhennan, why would the Immortal Dynasty not prosper?"

Song Que glanced at Yu Wenzhi and shook his head, saying, "Don't flatter me. If the Immortal Dynasty treats the people well, it will naturally continue to prosper."

"Whether you believe it or not is entirely up to you. Just don't wait until later to regret it." Wang Yi did not persuade him too much.

This attitude made Xiang Yutian, Zi Yang Zhenren, Ning Daoqi and the other three people feel even more conflicted.

Rumble…

When they turned the corner of the corridor, the view suddenly became clear.

From the ten-meter-high cave ceiling, a huge waterfall falls vertically, hitting the clear underground lake, and the roaring sound of the surging waves continues.

True Man Zi Yang showed excitement, raised his hand and pointed at the palace on the small island in the middle of the lake, and said excitedly: "That is the Temple of the God of War, the Temple of the God of War, which contains the first of the four great books, the Atlas of the God of War." Seeing that Xiang Yutian wanted to make a move, he quickly reminded him: "Be careful to guard the dragon!"

Xiang Yutian looked at him with disdain and said confidently, "Why should I be afraid of a mere demon dragon?"

After saying this, he crossed the waterfall without hesitation and stood above the underground lake, releasing his terrifying aura unscrupulously.

"You evil creature! Show yourself to me!" Xiang Yutian slapped his palm downwards with all his strength, and the palm print filled with demonic energy materialized and rushed to the bottom of the lake at an extremely fast speed.

boom!
The surface of the lake suddenly sank and then exploded. Ten-meter-high waves shot up into the sky and then surged in all directions. The clear lake water quickly became turbid.

Roar--

The roar was vast and ferocious, and a winged beast roared out from the bottom of the lake. Its body was covered with hard black scales, flashing with dark light, and its scarlet eyes revealed endless anger and cruelty.

Xiang Yutian swooped down and rushed towards the dragon with an extremely domineering attitude.

“Boom boom…wooooooooo…”

The two collided with each other in an instant, the energy surged, the hurricane howled, and rolled up a series of hundred-meter-long water tornadoes that went straight to the top of the cave.

"Is this a demon dragon? Why is it so strange?" Song Que's robes rustled, and his black hair fluttered wildly. He held the handle of the Narcissus Knife tightly in his right hand, ready to help at any time. However, the appearance of this demon dragon made him frown.

Wang Yi's eyes were filled with mysterious light as he carefully looked at the nine-zhang-long body of the magic dragon.

The moment he saw the magic dragon, the five words "Dragon Island in the Immortal Realm" spontaneously emerged in his mind, and thoughts in his mind instantly surged.

At his current level, coupled with the warnings from his sincere spiritual perception, such spiritual warnings would not appear without reason.

Obviously, the world after being shattered is most likely the extremely deep and profound world of immortality!

The battle between Xiang Yutian and the dragon becomes more and more intense.

"Roar--"

The dragon spread its wings, stirring up a gust of wind, and its thick dragon tail was like a steel whip, lashing fiercely at Xiang Yutian. This whip was as fast as lightning, mysterious and unusual, and it sealed off the entire void with one strike, leaving no way for anyone to avoid it.

Xiang Yutian's eyes were focused, and he threw a punch that seemed slow but was actually fast.

Demonic energy surged around him, and the force field that was as solid as a substance rapidly collapsed, gathering all the power of the entire void into this punch.

"boom--"

The magic fist and the dragon's tail collided, causing a deafening roar. The void could not withstand this force and shattered like a mirror.

Xiang Yutian's expression changed slightly, and he retreated dozens of feet in an instant. He raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, turned his head to look at Wang Yi behind the waterfall, and asked: "Master, please help stabilize the void."

The demon dragon did not take advantage of the situation to pursue, but instead avoided it from a distance, looking at the huge crack in the void, a human-like fear flashed in its brutal beast eyes.

Wang Yi nodded slightly, and his figure flashed to the front of the crack in the void. He raised his hand and pointed. The white source energy at his fingertips turned into thousands of silk threads, crisscrossing each other. In the blink of an eye, the cracked void was forcibly closed.

Seeing this, Xiang Yutian twisted his neck, smiled cruelly, and with a rolling demonic energy, he flew towards the dragon in the distance and pounced on it.

The battle started fiercely again, and the collision between the two sides stirred up layers of energy ripples. The entire underground space was shaky under the impact of the power ripples, rocks kept falling, and the lake water was stirred up by huge waves.

"Roar!" The evil dragon roared, and its dragon claws flashing black light stretched out at a speed that was astonishing. At the same time, black flames spewed out of its mouth and swept towards the void in front.

With a hissing sound, high-temperature water mist instantly filled the underground space, and the white mist obscured people's eyes.

Xiang Yutian's eyes focused, and under the cover of his mind, he was not affected by the white mist. He took a mysterious step, splitting into afterimages all over the sky, and slapped out with his right palm, seemingly real and unreal. Under the cover of the afterimages all over the sky, he slapped the dragon's right eye firmly with one palm.

"Aohou——" The dragon's right eye exploded, spurting out a column of black blood. It couldn't help but let out a roar in pain due to the severe pain.

It looked extremely miserable, but suddenly there was a cunning and cruel look in its only remaining eye. Its bloody mouth suddenly erupted with a terrifying suction force, and under the blessing of the strange power, it gave people the illusion that there was nowhere to escape.

"Open for me!" Xiang Yutian's face changed with shock, and the devilish energy around him surged and surged. But no matter how he struggled, his body was still pulled uncontrollably towards the bloody mouth of the devil dragon by the invisible force.

"Nine Slashes of the Heavenly Sword - Slash of the Human Heart!" At the critical moment, Song Que turned into a dazzling sword light, looking for the mysterious energy in the dark, and slashed towards the scales on the dragon's neck.

The dragon's scales suddenly stood up. Sensing a fatal crisis, it had to give up the attack it had planned for a long time. It turned its head to avoid the fatal blow and stretched out its claws to meet the fast-moving knife.

Clang—sparks flew, the hard scales were broken, a deep bloody wound appeared on the dragon claw, and inky dragon blood gushed out, dyeing the lake below dark.

"Roar!" A look of brutality appeared in the dragon's one eye. Feeling threatened by Song Que, it turned around and pounced on him without hesitation.

Song Que was not afraid at all. He used the Nine Slashes of Heavenly Sword to engage in a fierce battle with the dragon.

Xiang Yutian no longer dragged the situation out and fully cooperated with Song Que to encircle and kill the dragon.

Ning Daoqi, Zi Yang Zhenren, and Yu Wenzhi looked at each other, then they all used their unique skills and joined the siege of the dragon.

For a moment, the light was bright, the energy was overflowing, and several forces intertwined together, illuminating the underground space like daylight.

Xiang Yutian's magic power was so powerful that every blow made the dragon struggle to defend itself, which consumed most of its energy.

Each of Song Que's Nine Heavenly Sword Slashes was like a divine punishment from heaven. It could always find the weak points of the dragon's energy and leave wounds on its body.

Ning Daoqi's eight free-hand attacks, combining the real and the fake, gave rise to infinite variations. The shadow of his palms always lingered around the dragon's reverse scales, preventing the dragon from concentrating on fighting the enemy.

True Man Zi Yang has mastered the mystical Taoist skills to perfection, his sword skills are exquisite, and his sword intent is extremely yang and pure, fierce and powerful.

Yu Wenzhi's Sky Frost Fist was icy cold to the bone, and the cold air was like a tide between the fist shadows, which could always interrupt the dragon's breath.

Although the magic dragon was ferocious, it gradually showed signs of fatigue under the joint siege of everyone. Its body was covered with scars, black dragon blood kept flowing, and its breath seemed to be getting weaker and weaker.

“Roar, roar, roar…Ahhh—”

The dragon roared, its voice filled with anger and unwillingness. As the attacks of the crowd became more fierce, its movements became slower and slower.

"Right now!" Song Que's eyes focused, and he and the sword became one, transforming into a dazzling sword light, which pierced through the dragon's reverse scales in one blow.

Xiang Yutian kicked the dragon's head high with a whip kick, then used his backhand elbow to blast the dragon's right eye.

The rest of them were not willing to be outdone, and they all used their special skills to attack the dragon's weak points.

"Aohou——" The dragon let out its last miserable roar, and its huge body slammed into the lake, causing a huge wave. The surface of the lake turned visibly dark.

Ning Daoqi slowly landed on the lake surface, looked at the dragon that had lost its vitality, and breathed a sigh of relief: "This dragon is really difficult to deal with. The defense of its scales is as strong as a divine weapon. If I encounter it alone, I will have to flee far away."

True Man Zi Yang looked at the magic dragon that was slowly emerging from the lake and said with emotion, "I wonder how long the magic dragon has been guarding here? With such a long period of accumulation, its strength should not be underestimated."

Song Que slowly landed on the lake, holding the hilt of the knife at his waist with one hand, wondering: "If the magic dragon is really immortal, is its strength too low?"

Wang Yi came to the lake and stood still. When the dragon's body floated to the surface, a black light flashed on his index finger's black ring, and he put it into the black ring space. He turned around and said, "There is no need to worry about these. It is more important to enter the War God Temple as soon as possible to comprehend the War God Atlas in it."

Xiang Yutian was surprised and asked curiously, "Mount Sumeru can contain a mustard seed? Is this the method of an immortal?"

Expressions of surprise and curiosity also appeared on the faces of Yu Wenzhi and others.

"I guess so..." Wang Yi did not explain much. His figure disappeared into the white mist and headed towards the small island in the distance.

"Let's go. It's important to comprehend the God of War Atlas." Ning Daoqi called out, tapped the lake surface with his toes, and disappeared into the thick fog.

Song Que and others flashed and quickly chased after him.

Wang Yi slowly stepped onto the island in the middle of the lake and walked along the stone steps made of white jade towards the ancient and huge palace in the distance.

Xiang Yutian and others followed closely behind him. Their expressions did not relax and they still looked around vigilantly.

Soon the group arrived at the stone gate of the Temple of War God.

Ning Daoqi glanced around and exclaimed, "Water and fire, yin and yang, the island is full of extraordinary Taoist essences. The person who can gather the spiritual energy of heaven and earth and build the Temple of War God must be an extraordinary person."

Xiang Yutian said quietly, "The War God Temple has been passed down from ancient times to the present day. During such a long period of time, it has continued to operate normally without any damage. Anyone who can do this is naturally not an ordinary person."

"Heaven and earth are unkind, and treat all things as straw dogs!" Wang Yi looked at the ten bird-shaped seal characters on the pillars of the stone hall, and his eyes became deep and solemn.

He felt a kind of vast and ancient Taoist aura, as if there were countless tragic and heroic people roaring to the sky, grieving for the fate of the human race and for the deceased ancestral gods!

"The ancestor god rises, and the mud platform is stained with blood! The ancestor god is immortal, so come back with your soul!"

Two drops of blood and tears inexplicably slid down Wang Yi's eyes, and a ballad sounded from the depths of his heart:
The broken mountains are the backbone of the world, the dry yellow mud is the blood plasma of the earth, and the mountains of corpses are the sadness of our ancestors.

Thousands of years later, the music of harps and harps, and the melodious sounds of silk and bamboo, praise the eternal prosperity of the holy road.

Who else remembers that Suiren lit up the way forward for mankind?

How can we forget that Shennong tasted hundreds of herbs and was buried in a foreign land.

Does anyone know that Nuwa shed tears and blood to repair the sky, and with her flesh and blood, our human race was able to continue to prosper.

In the prosperous times, the great road is above, and an illusory divine song buries the eternal achievements of the ancestors.

All living beings are like ants, the road is ahead, songs of joy are sung forever, without mentioning Yan and Huang at all.

I feel inexplicably sad.

Magnificent palaces, majestic palaces, false gods standing in front, the sadness of ancestors.

The small tablets have long been forgotten, and there is no place to put the half-foot shrine.

Do you remember a person named Yanhuang?
The hopes of your ancestors flow in your blood.

Only talking about great principles and prosperous times, the national spirit is buried.

The blood of the sky, the essence of the earth, the battle between yin and yang, weeping blood and black yellow.

Can the blood and tears of our ancestors move your hard-hearted heart?
(End of this chapter)