The Word of Heaven

Chapter 260 This World

The sound of the river is mighty, rising from behind the cliff.

The sunlight mixed with snowflakes fell, fluttering like white paper, which was actually not much different from a funeral.

Wang Ji stretched out his hand, feeling a little cooler on his skinny palm, and his heart became calm.

He said, “I should go now.”

Gu Zhuo looked at his profile, and after a long silence, he said "OK".

Wang Ji suddenly laughed and said, "My life these years is actually not very interesting. After all, it is all the same repetition. Every day when I open my eyes, I see the same scenery. It is hard to find anything new and interesting."

Gu Zhuo didn't say anything.

Wang Ji's tone was somewhat emotional.

"Looking back now, meeting you was indeed the most special thing... just like the one that happened many years ago."

He suddenly asked, "If you hadn't given up the top spot, I would still be who I am today, but it would have been much harder, right?"

Gu Zhuo said without thinking: "Yes."

The words are true.

Tell the truth.

In terms of swordsmanship, Wang Ji is not inferior to the founder of Yishui in any way, and it is no exaggeration to say that they are equally good.

Otherwise, how could the Yi River remain calm for a hundred years?

How could the future of such a great sword master be completely determined by an accident?

Wang Ji closed his eyes.

Unlike in the past, this time his fingers did not tap on the armrests of the wheelchair because he had made his decision and did not need to think about it anymore.

But he continued to speak, and his voice was very cheerful.

"It's quite interesting. It seems like every time I meet you, something like today happens not long after."

"I'd like to say this has nothing to do with me, but that seems too false."

"The facts will not be changed by your denial."

"Right."

"Do you remember why I didn't stand on your side?"

"I only remember the words you angrily shouted, 'How dare you think that I, a disabled person, can conquer the world for you in a wheelchair?'"

"Does this sound reasonable?"

"That makes perfect sense."

"is fake."

Gu Zhuo was very surprised to hear this, because he really believed it.

Wang Ji said calmly: "I have never liked the way the Dao Sect did things. Back then, I was willing to stand on the side of the Qin Empire."

There are some things he didn't say out loud, but they were clear.

——If you weren’t there, I would definitely draw my sword.

Gu Zhuo remained silent.

Wang Ji said: "The same is true today, the only difference is that I can't find a reason for myself to stand idly by."

Gu Zhuo thought for a moment and said, "Practice for yourself."

Hearing this, Wang Ji laughed and said, "It is precisely because cultivation is about cultivating oneself that I was a cold-eyed bystander a hundred years ago, but today I have to draw my sword."

As he finished speaking, he grabbed the thing across his knees and waited, held it, and pulled it out.

When the sword met the sky and the earth, Wang Ji, who was sitting in a wheelchair, seemed to be thousands of miles away in an instant, but his body still existed realistically on this isolated cliff.

It starts from the solitary cliff and ends in front of the Weiyang Palace.

As we passed by, the long street suddenly became quiet.

Wherever it passed, countless fireworks were extinguished.

The whole house of gods was in deathly silence.

There is a crack in the sky, the sun is gone, and the azure blue appears.

All were cut by the sword!
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The sun could not reach the earth, and Wang Ji walked out from the shade.

He still looked the same young man in the wilderness and mountains, not the old man in the wheelchair.

Don't be fooled by him. You can't find the peerless edge that it should have. Those space cracks and turbulence that are extremely terrifying to the world are no different from the river breeze by the Yishui River in front of him.

The untied black hair was blown away, dancing like a sword in the wind.

As he got closer to the steps in front of the Weiyang Palace, the cool shadow became fainter and fainter, and countless Buddha lights filled every space here, illuminating his face.

Wang Ji seemed a little uncomfortable and narrowed his eyes subconsciously, making him look younger.

There was silence in Weiyang Palace.

"Is there anyone else who hasn't come yet?"

The Sizhu's voice rang out, with a smile: "Today is more lively than last time."

Wang Ji didn't even look at him, he looked at the White Emperor and said: "The reason why I am standing here is very simple."

His Majesty the Emperor said, "Please speak."

Wang Ji said, "The future you described may be a prosperous era. You have indeed used a hundred years to prove that you can do it. I believe you can do what you said. At least before I die, the future you described will not change."

His Majesty the Emperor said nothing.

It's not pride, nor indifference, but there must be a follow-up to this sentence.

Wang Ji looked at him, shook his head and said, "But I really just don't like it."

His Majesty the Emperor said calmly: "There must be a reason for not liking it."

Wang Ji said: "It could be that I want to fight, it could be that I don't like you, it could be that I just want to add insult to injury today, it could be that I have been waiting for a long time, or it could be that I actually promised them a long time ago that I would take action..."

When he said this, his tone couldn't be more casual, as if he had sat down with good friends in a street restaurant and didn't know how to order food and had to act like a rogue and shirk responsibility.

“But it really all comes down to one reason.”

He looked at the White Emperor and said, "If everything in this world is to be governed by the iron laws you have set, then my sword must be included in them."

His Majesty the Emperor was silent for a moment, then said, "That's right."

Wang Ji said: "So it is only natural for me to stand here."

His Majesty the Emperor said, "It is the sword in the hand."

Wang Ji said: "With freedom."

Having said this, he once again recalled the past events that happened many years ago when he was in the Wang family.

That is what the elders always say: Don't forget your surname. Why can't we forget it? Because you and I share the same blood, we should give everything for this surname.

When he was young, he always believed this, until one day he suffered a so-called serious illness, became a stepping stone for the master's son, and his legs would never be able to recover for the rest of his life. Only then did he truly understand the meaning of those words.

So he broke out of the door, met his master in the Yishui River, and then caused someone to die because of his surname... At that time, his life was really difficult.

Since then, the things he hated most in his life were other people's will and the so-called rules.

This may be the fundamental reason why he has not yet taken the position of the head of Yishui.

Out of sight, out of mind.

There is nothing wrong with looking at the world from a narrow perspective.

I prefer to sit in this well, but you want me to walk out, to see your surging river, and flow east with you into the sea.

That just isn’t good for me.

Wang Ji was thinking about this.

His expression became calmer, but the sword's edge became brighter and brighter, and he could not look directly at it.

The Emperor raised his lips slightly, his smile was mocking, and asked: "Why didn't you draw your sword a hundred years ago?"

"why?"

Wang Ji smiled casually and raised his hand calmly.

Wait a minute, the sword pointed at the White Emperor, he said: "Maybe when I changed my name to Wang Ji, I was not only commemorating the Wang family, but also another emperor."

His Majesty the Emperor was silent for a moment, then said, "This explanation is indeed interesting."

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On the solitary cliff, Gu Zhuo looked at the sky.

The sun reappeared for the world to see.

Today, such scenes have appeared too many times and we should get used to it.

However, at this moment, he felt inexplicably depressed.

It seems like we are back in late autumn again.

The wine has been finished, the tea has long been boiled, and the old friend has left.

So what else should he do now?

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The situation in front of the Weiyang Palace will not change any more, and the outcome is imminent. This is what everyone understands at the moment.

Compared with the decisive battle in Xuandu more than a hundred years ago, this battle is even more intense, because no one in the state of enlightenment can stay out of it, which means that everything will be decided today.

The heads of the various sects and families began to have disagreements at this moment. The former decided to suddenly turn back to the imperial city in the torrent, with a clear mind, while the latter were particularly determined to leave. After all, the other two great Qin kings were most likely killing their people at this moment, and the inheritance of the family would ultimately depend on bloodline.

Fortunately, the two sides reached a consensus shortly after the disagreement arose.

It was not because they put aside their dispute, but because strong men loyal to the court continued to appear from both sides of the long street, forming an encirclement in a very short time. Leaving had become a luxury.

Life and death are already ahead, and everything else is irrelevant.

Wan Shouyi did not die in the imperial city. Although he was injured, he was still alive among the people.

He clearly saw the Queen appear at the end of the long street, and heard the next few words even more clearly.

"The outcome is not here, but in front of Weiyang Palace. Your Majesty, why do you have to risk your life here?"

"You think too much."

"What do you mean, Madam?"

"Even if I repeat this three thousand times, I still won't die here. You are the only ones who will die."

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Alley.

Taoist Zizai stood in front of Chu Jun.

There was no brief farewell, Lin Wanyi and the other two still stood beside her.

Taoist Zizai looked down on everyone except Chu Jun, who said seriously, "This world has reached its most critical moment."

Chu Jun's eyes changed slightly, and he said, "I don't understand what you mean, uncle."

Taoist Zizai looked at her and said word by word: "You must understand."

Chu Jun was silent.

She didn't say what she should have said, like, Are you watching me all the time? Otherwise, how would you know about the twilight clock?
She said, "Do you really think this is something I can decide?"

Taoist Zizai had thought about this problem a long time ago.

"If that person really had no intention of interfering with what happened today, why would he make arrangements with you?"

"Now that the preparations have been made, we must put them into action."

"Isn't this why you came to the capital today?"

These three simple sentences are the answers that Zizai Taoist has considered carefully for many days.

Chu Jun shook his head and said, "You are wrong. I came to God to keep my friends alive, not to participate in what happened today."

Zizai Daoist naturally didn't believe it and said, "It's just that you don't know your true responsibility."

Chu Jun said calmly: "There is no such word in the letter. To me, this is something that does not exist. I am not used to nor do I like to understand the so-called deeper meaning beyond the words."

Hearing these words, Lin Wanyi naturally thought of the letter hidden in her arms. Thinking of the few simple lines of words in the letter, the emotions in her eyes gradually became complicated.

After a moment of silence, Taoist Zizai said in a hoarse voice: "But the Taoist sect needs you to take on this responsibility."

As he spoke, his expression was first sorrowful, then numb, and finally indifferent.

The meaning of this sentence is very clear.

How could Chu Jun not understand?

The girl's answer was very simple.

No.

then.

Deep in the long alley filled with smoke and dust, she faced the sun and held the sword in the winter wind, her movements calm and firm.

Then she said without turning her head: "I will take you here."

The alley was silent.

Suddenly, a mocking laugh was heard.

"idiot."

Lin Wanyi casually drew his sword, stood beside her, and faced the Taoist master who had become pure, raised his eyebrows and said, "Do you really think I'm weaker than you?"

Chen Chi looked at the two girls, sighed, and said, "You are definitely weaker than Chu Jun. More importantly, the two of you combined are still countless times weaker than Taoist Zizai, even though he is seriously injured now."

Lin Qianshui said, "It shouldn't be countless times, right?"

Chen Chi was very annoyed and shouted: "Then it will be hundreds of times better!"

Lin Qianshui sighed: "It seems that I still can't win."

Chen Chi was silent for a moment, then shook his head and said, "I'm leaving."

After saying this, he walked away without hesitation, wanting to stay out of it.

Lin Wanyi was not disappointed at all, because this was something she could not expect.

She said to Lin Qianshui: "It's time for you to go."

Lin Qianshui smiled slightly and said, "Why would you leave? We have to leave someone to collect your bodies, right?"

Chu Jun thought this made sense and said thank you.

The Taoist Zizai turned a blind eye.

These chaotic sounds were no different from the cold wind blowing through the long street.

He walked forward indifferently, ignoring the two sword lights coming straight at him.

He felt calmer and calmer, because he knew that after today his name would be recorded in the history books and become a page that future generations must read.

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Under the vermilion palace wall.

Pei Jinge and Renjian Jiaoyang stood in the shadows, each in silence, looking into the distance.

In front of the Weiyang Palace, it was unclear whether the battle at the Yuhua level had started or not.

The only thing that can be seen is that the master of the temple has slowed down his pace.

Maybe it was because his injuries were extremely serious, maybe he was no longer anxious after seeing the king use the sword, or maybe it was some other reason.

His steps became slower and slower, and his eyes became brighter and brighter, not because he and Dao Xiu were using some irreversible means to return to their peak again.

Instead, he is observing the world in a pure way, calculating the future, and seeking results for today.

But in an instant, thousands of outcomes appeared in his eyes, and the chances of victory or defeat, life or death were all 30:70.

Even if Wang Ji stood up at this most critical moment and prevented the situation from collapsing, it would only increase the chances of winning by three points.

Yes, the initial deduction result was a sure failure.

Victory or defeat still depends on the morning and evening bells.

The master of the temple stopped deducing, stopped and began to wait.

If the morning and evening bells do not ring, then no matter how much he does now, it will be of no use.

Moreover, the White Emperor had previously proved that there was only one outcome for him in a frontal battle, and that was collapse at the first blow.

Then he certainly couldn't let himself get into the same situation.

This doesn't mean he will sit idly by.

The master of the temple stretched out his hand, with his palm facing the sky again.

Fresh blood leaped out of his body once again, as thin as a strand of dry silk in the flying white style of calligraphy, and once again evolved into the picture of the flying fairy.

Even though the Feixiantu was half destroyed and its aura had dropped significantly, it was still powerful.

Countless fine lines appeared in the sky above the Weiyang Palace, intricate and intricate, like a brilliant starry sky.

These lines emit a strange light, with a Taoist rhythm flowing through them, which is extremely mysterious.

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In front of Weiyang Palace.

His Majesty the Emperor was somewhat surprised when he saw this scene.

When the Shang Zhen Fei Xian Tu was once again sacrificed in this way, no matter what the outcome of today's battle was, this Taoist treasure would end up with the same result as the Yuan Mie Mirror.

In his opinion, this was not a decision that the master of the temple could make.

Dao Xiu guessed what he was thinking and said, "The master of the temple has always been very cruel."

As he finished his words, he clasped his hands together again, allowing heaven and earth to reunite.

boom!
It was like countless vases being smashed at the same time. The piercing sound became more and more frequent as the pair of Buddha's palms got closer, echoing in a radius of hundreds of feet.

That was the whine of space being squeezed and crushed.

While in it, the emperor's robe remained calm without even a crack.

The next moment, dozens of tiny stars suddenly floated out beside him.

The stars followed certain predetermined trajectories, moving and revolving around him, facing the surging terrifying force with indifference.

Wang Ji still didn't draw his sword.

He looked at the stars quietly, watching the light bloom and die in them, searching for that fleeting path.

The stars are just virtual images evolved from the mountains and rivers. They are not real existences hanging in the night sky, nor have they stood for tens of millions of years, so they can naturally be passed through.

At this moment, an extremely cold breath suddenly enveloped his body, bringing a terrifying low temperature even more intense than the depths of the wilderness.

That was the gaze of the Sizhu.

Wang Ji ignored him.

He was very sure that at this moment when he had not yet extended the sword in his hand, even the White Emperor would not really attack him.

No one wants to face the first sword of slowness.

Because no one knows to what extent Wang Ji has developed his swordsmanship over the past hundred years. The only thing that can be confirmed is... it must be a sword that shakes the world.

The Lord Si is not afraid of life or death, otherwise he would never stand up today. He must solve the threat brought by this sword for the White Emperor.

That was a relatively euphemistic approach.

Click!
The air was condensed by the chill, and then broke and shattered.

Then the sunlight seemed to have real shape, growing heavier.

The ground had already been covered with traces of frost, and was slowly floating up under the influence of some invisible force.

With Wang Ji as the center, everything within a thirty-foot radius, even the air, was dyed with frost.

All this originated from just a look from the Master.

This is still the most profound Taoism in the world.

Pei Jinge and Renjian Jiaoyang, who were standing under the vermilion palace wall, had not yet had time to sigh about it and think from an outsider's perspective about how Yishui Taishang could break the impasse, when another major change occurred on the scene.

Boom boom boom boom boom!

The earth suddenly shook violently, and the palace walls and palaces shook off countless dust, which scattered in the cracks in space that appeared.

then.

The entire piece of land from the Weiyang Palace to the vermilion palace wall seemed to be grabbed by an invisible giant hand, lifted up, and flew into the sky!

In an instant, countless dense clouds surged in from all over the world and condensed into a new vast sea of ​​clouds.

The sunlight in the sky was blocked at this point, and the people on the earth were filled with confusion and shock. They stared at the sky in astonishment, at the majestic palace that was rising up, and even forgot about the fighting that was happening before their eyes.

Just as the Weiyang Palace was about to rise to a hundred feet in the sky, countless thin lines suddenly emerged from the void and wrapped around the palace that was pulled out of the earth like ropes, desperately trying to obstruct it.

In just a moment, people saw that dozens of thin lines broke due to the pressure, dissipated into nothingness, and turned into rain of light falling on the earth.

The color of the light rain is extremely brilliant, and the world ushers in a new light.

A deep alley in the capital was illuminated, and the two girls were covered in blood and their injuries were getting worse.

The fighting continued on the long street. General Wang could not help but look up at the sky several times. The Queen's eyes were always on the world, as if she had anticipated this scene.

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All of this originated from the will of His Majesty the Emperor.

The Weiyang Palace flew into the sky at this moment, which was his will.

If one wants to follow the way of heaven, it is natural that one should be able to stand under the sky rather than on the earth.

As the last thin thread transformed from the Shangzhen Feixiantu was torn off, nothing could stop Weiyang Palace from ascending.

A stream of light appeared in the eyes of everyone here.

That is the returning Heavenly Dao Seal.

Landed beside His Majesty the Emperor.

He looked quietly at Dao Xiu in front of him, and at Wang Ji who had not yet drawn his sword, and snapped his fingers.

After the slight sound, the boundless dark clouds began to rotate slowly with the rising Weiyang Palace as the origin, and condensed into a vortex visible to the naked eye.

Countless lightning bolts appeared in it, intertwined with each other, and finally outlined an extremely huge eye.

From here you can overlook the world.

At the same time, cracks suddenly appeared on the Heavenly Dao Seal and it was shattered into pieces.

This is undoubtedly the Emperor's last resort.

(End of this chapter)