The Word of Heaven

Chapter 261 The Most Amazing Sword

The battle in front of Weiyang Palace today is undoubtedly the highest level battle in the world.

In other words, ordinary means are simply not qualified to appear in this life-and-death battle.

The Heavenly Dao Seal, the Fate-Extinguishing Mirror, the Upper True Flying Immortal Picture that had already turned to ashes, and the one that was still in Wang Ji's hand and had not been handed over... Only external objects of this level were necessary in this battle.

They are qualified because their existence symbolizes the heritage of Cihang Temple and Yishui that has been passed down for thousands of years.

When these thousands of years of time burst out today, blooming with incomparable spirit and power in an irreversible manner, it naturally becomes the key to determining the final victory or defeat.

Dozens of tiny stars, following some unique pattern, were scattered around the Emperor, emitting bright or dim light, giving people a sense of vastness and tranquility like that of heaven and earth.

His Majesty the Emperor stood with his hands behind his back.

Under the reflection of the starlight, his figure was clearly here, but he seemed so far away, as if he was standing at the end of the world, existing in every corner of the world.

Over the past few decades, the dark black square plate that accompanied him all day long was called Shanhe. Its name was not on the list of the most precious treasures in the Sky Patrol Department, but it was not inferior to any of the treasures on the list, because it was one of the fundamental reliances of the Bai family to rule the Qin Dynasty.

There are mountains and rivers on the mountain and river plate.

That is the real scenery that exists everywhere in the world.

As the mountain and river plate began to disintegrate, the stars began to burn, and the starlight scattered on the emperor's robe became real, not just an illusion.

Hiding among the mountains and rivers, concealing my tracks with the starlight, I am here and yet I am at the end of the world.

How can I achieve that?

"To win this battle today, we paid such a heavy price..."

Wang Ji did not look at the eye in the sky that was made of countless thunderbolts. His eyes were always fixed on the front not far away. He asked, "The monarchs of the Northern Yan and Southern Qi are indeed cowardly and are definitely not the ones who can accomplish great things. However, there must be people in their courts and the public who are unwilling to submit to the Qin Dynasty. After this battle today, how can you suppress the world and fulfill your own ideas?"

His Majesty the Emperor calmly replied: "The establishment of order is a long process. I never expected it to be completed overnight."

Wang Ji suddenly realized and said with deep emotion, "The existence of the Queen, the vacancy of the Crown Prince's position, and your indifference to government affairs over the past twenty years, it turns out that everything was a preparation for what will happen after today."

Dao Xiu didn't say anything.

Even though the scene of corpses everywhere and blood flowing everywhere appeared before his eyes, it had nothing to do with mercy and he should feel sad about it.

His Majesty the Emperor's voice remained calm.

"Since we have decided to do it, we must make full preparations."

He looked at the young Wang Ji, and at his clear eyes without any turbidity, and suddenly felt a little regretful, and said: "If you were still in the position you were in a hundred years ago, what is happening now would not have happened at all."

Wang Ji said: "I didn't expect that I would have such a position in your heart."

His Majesty the Emperor said: "In the past thousand years, no one has surpassed you in swordsmanship. How can you not be worthy of my respect?"

Wang Ji disagreed with this statement and shook his head, saying, "You are not him. You have never held a sword in your hands. It is ridiculous to assert that you are proficient in swordsmanship."

His Majesty the Emperor said: "Different paths lead to the same destination."

Wang Ji said: "That's what will happen after we reach the end."

His Majesty the Emperor said: "This is the fact I want to tell you."

Wang Ji said: "Do you think you have seen the scenery in his eyes?"

"No one can answer this question for you because he is no longer alive."

The Emperor's tone was somewhat regretful: "No one can describe the scenery I see now."

Wang Ji raised his eyebrows and said, "So you think you are invincible?"

"Since you can't bring him back to life..."

His Majesty the Emperor said calmly: "Of course I am invincible in the world."

At this moment, the huge eye in the sky was finally fully formed.

Countless thunder and fire gushed out from it, and the entire sky was painted a brilliant purple-red color, which was extremely magnificent.

The grand sense of destruction enveloped the area of ​​100 miles centered on the Weiyang Palace. Mountains, rivers, pavilions and buildings were all within it. All living beings, regardless of their level, were like dust. Under the gaze from the sky... they were all ants.

The people on the ground watched this scene, feeling the intense fear coming from the deepest part of their hearts. Many people were so shocked that they remembered the two words passed down in ancient legends.

——Heavenly calamity.

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In those legends, the heavenly tribulation is the last test and opportunity bestowed by the Great Dao on the world. The life of the practitioner will enter a completely different new level of life under the baptism of the heavenly tribulation.

However, the premise of all this is that the practitioner survives the destruction brought by the heavenly calamity.

The most powerful people in the world who are in the Weiyang Palace are very familiar with this legend, because that is the end point of the path of cultivation, and it is something that can only be touched by entering the immortal realm.

Dao Xiu looked up at the sky filled with thunder and fire, and looked at the huge eye with an inexplicable look in his eyes, which seemed strange and even more complicated.

It's like recalling something old that happened many years ago.

What’s interesting is that the emotion in Si Zhu’s eyes is exactly the same as Dao Xiu’s, as if they had seen the same scenery before.

In comparison, Wang Ji and the temple master's reactions were much more normal, their expressions were solemn as if they were facing a formidable enemy.

"The only chance of success lies in the edge of your sword."

The temple master's voice sounded from behind, hoarse like sand and stones grinding against each other, extremely unpleasant to the ear: "I will try my best to reduce the variables for you, and let your sword reach him."

Wang Ji ignored it.

His gaze always stayed on the White Emperor, never leaving for a moment, and his sword intent became more and more sinister.

Even though the frost caused by Taoism became thicker and thicker, no longer limited to the real world, and began to stain the clothes that were transformed by his soul, and even his temples grew pale frost marks that were visible to the naked eye, he remained unmoved.

Wait a minute, the sword is still bright!

There was not a trace of frost on the sword, which became increasingly clear and bright, as if it had been washed by river water for hundreds of thousands of years.

The next moment, Wang Ji's sleeve tore.

A clear light burst out and shone on his skin, leaving wounds.

What flowed out of it was not blood, but something like stardust, which meant that Si Zhu's Taoism had already touched Wang Ji's soul.

Just then, a sigh was heard.

From the Lord's lips.

A sword light suddenly appeared in his eyes, and then occupied everything within his sight at an unimaginable speed, slashing straight towards the White Emperor without leaving any room for maneuver.

In the eyes of bystanders, at this moment, this sword is the only one in the world.

When the sword came out, the whole world was silent.

This silence comes from the stagnation of time.

Everything stops moving forward.

The water stops, the wind stops, the snow stops falling, and the blood stops flowing.

The starlight in front of His Majesty the Emperor also became still, unable to rotate according to that pattern, and flaws appeared.

That is the thousands of mountains and rivers that Wang Ji wants to cross!

Faced with this sword, the White Emperor's choice was very simple.

Close your eyes and pretend you see nothing.

Just by closing his eyes, the White Emperor seemed to disappear in front of the Weiyang Palace, no longer really existing in this world, as if he had gone thousands of miles away in the blink of an eye.

What kind of supernatural power is this? !

That person has gone with the wind, leaving only his broken body here.

No matter how powerful the sword light is, no matter how sharp it is, it will ultimately be just an empty edge, because it has lost the enemy it wants to kill.

The consciousness of the temple master and the chief priest fell on Wang Ji, wanting to know what other choices he could make?

His Majesty the Emperor's spirit and soul, with the magical power of the Mountain and River Plate, flew away thousands of miles away and did not stay here.

Now that you have lost his breath as a guide, how on earth are you going to pass through the tiny starry sky in front of him and let the sword land on his body?

Wang Ji’s answer was simple.

Just as he had told his disciples countless times over the past hundred years.

——Nothing in the world can be faster than human desires.

Even if your soul flies thousands of miles away, as long as you are still under the sky, my sword can catch up with you.

This was his answer.

Wang Ji's figure disappeared in the wind.

Wait a minute, it hasn't left.

Still stabbing at the White Emperor with unstoppable determination.

The sword light has disappeared.

I don’t know where to go.

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By the Yunmeng Lake, the White Emperor stood on a light boat.

He looked toward Yangzhou City not far away and saw fireworks and black smoke reaching the sky, and the sounds of joy and celebration rising into the sky.

It is the result of the karma created by the Wan family and the people living here over the past decades, which has borne fruit today.

Just as he was about to step into the city, he suddenly felt a chill in his heart, so he left.

The moment he left, Wang Ji appeared.

He casually picked up the unreal thing, just like an ordinary young ranger.

The commotion in Yangzhou City attracted his attention. He saw an old woman who was speechless and was being drowned in people's spit. He couldn't help but frown and left.

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Outside Yuangou Temple, countless common people came to seek medical treatment.

The White Emperor stood in the crowd, watching the sick people walk towards the collapsed temple, and did his best to move the bricks and stones to save the monks who had saved him.

The earth-shaking changes thousands of miles away have no meaning to the people living here.

No matter what, people must first live for their own survival.

The White Emperor stood with his hands behind his back, watching the scene with a hint of admiration in his eyes.

Among the more than a thousand Zen temples, only a few caught his eye, and Yuangou Temple was the best.

This will not change just because the monks choose to stand on Daoxiu's side.

Unfortunately, before he could step into Yuangou Temple, the chill came like a thorn in his heel, and he had to travel far away again.

The royal sacrifices followed one after another.

He still looked like a young man, but his clothes were stained somewhere.

He did not ask anyone to wash his clothes for him. He walked into the ruined temple and found that Gu Zhuo's monk friend was living a foolish life. He thought that fools really have good luck, so he left.

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There is an old temple outside Yinping City.

Xie Yinglian was still kept in the Zen room, waiting for the day when she would be married off to Yishui.

No one knew that she, who had already been crippled, was practicing the Yuanshi Demonic Scripture, and no one knew how surprised she was when she suddenly discovered the White Emperor appeared before her.

His Majesty the Emperor did not say anything, but his eyes had already seen through her truth and falsehood.

In an instant, many thoughts arose in his mind, bringing some uneasiness.

Soon, the uneasiness dissipated with the dim morning light.

He believed the promise Yu Sheng made to him.

If he even doubted this, then he would have become a truly lonely man with enemies all over the world.

With this thought in mind, the White Emperor left.

Xie Yinglian came to his senses and breathed a long sigh of relief, thinking that he had gone too far in his practice and was having illusions... and then Wang Ji arrived.

The portrait of Grand Elder Yishui left to the world has never been younger. No matter how knowledgeable Xie Yinglian is, she still can't recognize who this young swordsman is, but she knows that this is definitely not an enemy she can face.

"Pour me a cup of tea."

Wang Ji recognized Xie Yinglian because the girl was going to marry the nephew of his eldest disciple soon.

He took the slightly hot tea, raised the cup and drank it all, then said: "What I hate most in my life is the so-called aristocratic family. If you don't want to get married, then don't get married."

Xie Yinglian asked blankly, "Who are you?"

Wang Ji said his name. …

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This is a battle the likes of which has never been fought on earth.

The White Emperor placed his soul in the mountains and rivers, and in an instant he could travel thousands of miles away and walk in every corner of the world.

Wang Ji did not require any external aid, nor did he borrow the sword in his hand, as he walked through the human world and followed closely behind.

The reason why he could do this was because he used his soul to wield the sword from the beginning, but more importantly, it was his innate magical power.

——Infinite meaning.

Countless tiny and straight lines appeared in the sky above.

I don’t know where it started or how it will end, it seems like it has reached the end of the world.

The sky is divided into countless grids.

That is the true trace left by infinite intention.

The sword is never old, and its meaning is endless.

If not, how could he be called the number one swordsman in the past thousand years?
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Outside the capital, on that isolated cliff.

The White Emperor stood in front of the wheelchair, feeling a little regretful.

In his eyes was Wang Ji, whose eyes were closed as if he was dead.

At this moment, if he took that step forward, he could end the battle.

Unfortunately, after spending so much energy and finally finding Wang Ji's true body, he did not have the time to make this choice.

the reason is simple.

The Sansheng Tower hung quietly beside Wang Ji, exuding an ancient and silent atmosphere, forbidding the entry of any magical powers or Taoist magic.

The White Emperor could certainly break it, but the time required to accomplish this would be enough for Wang Ji to return.

Then this is undesirable.

But it doesn't matter.

The world must eventually come to an end; nothing is endless.

How can infinite meaning be truly infinite?
After a while, Wang Ji returned to the isolated cliff.

He looked at the existence of the Three Lives Tower and guessed why the White Emperor did not take action, with a calm expression.

He didn't think he had lost, for the same reason.

In this world, there is nothing faster than his thoughts.

Before the White Emperor destroyed his Taoist body, it was enough for his consciousness to return to his Taoist body and point the sword forward.

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Under the sky, in front of the Weiyang Palace.

The road has stopped.

He quietly watched the White Emperor and Wang Ji, waiting for the outcome of this chase, and did nothing.

It’s not that I don’t want to do it, it’s that I can’t do it.

The terrifying giant eye hidden in the deepest part of the cloud vortex was staring at him, silently narrating a fact.

As long as you dare to take a step forward, destruction will come.

Dao Xiu is at an unprecedented peak.

However, even now, he still lacks the confidence to cross this huge minefield.

The Sizhu stood beside the White Emperor.

He did nothing, but everyone knew that anyone who tried to make any choice to change the situation at this time would be met with his most powerful attack.

As for the master of the temple, he was no longer relevant to the overall situation at this time and was not worth too much attention.

This is the consensus of everyone present at the moment.

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Gu Zhuo has already walked out of the isolated cliff.

He left the Sansheng Tower intentionally, naturally for the purpose of preventing Wang Ji's Taoist body from being touched.

Yes, he promised Yu Sheng that he would stand idly by today.

Therefore, he did not expect that the battle between the White Emperor and Wang Ji would turn out like this.

Leave the lonely cliff and go upstream until you reach the capital of the gods.

Walking along the path that Master Si had walked, Gu Zhuo passed by countless people, and followed the guidance of the winter wind, stepping into the long alley.

His eyes fell on the back of Taoist Zizai, and he also saw Chu Jun and Lin Wanyi who were about to be killed.

His arrival was silent, just like the wind.

When he raised his hand and summoned Zhexue, letting the sword break through the air, Zizai Taoist was able to sense it.

The time left is too short.

It should be an instant.

The sword flashed past, bringing up a splash of blood.

Taoist Zizai looked stunned. Feeling the intense pain coming from his shoulder, his facial features suddenly twisted.

He watched his left arm being cut off and flying away from his body. In an instant, the sword intent contained in it was crushed into powder and turned into bloody dust.

Before he could react, Zhe Xue had already returned.

This time the sword pointed directly at his forehead.

boom!
The sword light suddenly stopped.

Taoist Zizai put his fingers together, forcing Zhexue to stay in front of him, making it difficult for him to move forward.

He looked at the sword in front of him, and a light ignited in his eyes, that was the burning life.

He recognized who the sword came from, for he had seen the young man in the wasteland, but he was not prepared to change his will.

——There are records about the morning and evening bells in the ancient Taoist canon of Qingjing Temple.

Gu Zhuo looked indifferent as usual.

As long as he is not willing to give what the other party asks for, all words are meaningless at this moment and cannot bring about real change.

Only the sword can speak.

Taoist Zizai stepped forward and continued to kill Chu Jun and Lin Wanyi.

In other words, with the lives of these two people.

To let the person behind him make the right choice.

This is what the temple master asked him to do even at the cost of his life.

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The dust of the fighting on the long street is about to settle.

The leaders of the various sects and families, headed by the Yinping Xie family, were under such shock and fear that was no different from a heavenly calamity. Their Taoism hearts could no longer remain as firm as before and they were likely to collapse at any time. How could they not fall into a disadvantage?

If the Queen had not refused to accept any surrender and forced them to burst out with their final blood, the battle might have ended at this moment.

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The chase was coming to an end.

The White Emperor and Wang Ji met on Tiandu Peak.

Next to the two of them, more than twenty sword cultivators sat cross-legged in the wind and snow, their faces pale.

These are all the powerful men in the contemporary Chaotian Sword Palace.

Power is relative.

To the White Emperor and Wang Ji, these people were no different from ants. They could be killed at will and were not worth killing.

Even Zhou Qingyu, the leader of Chaotian Sword Palace, is not worth mentioning.

The White Emperor looked at Wang Ji, watching his black hair turn white, and said with emotion: "If you were not disabled, there would be no difference between you and Dao Xiu."

Wang Ji shook his head and said, "If I wasn't disabled and had to sit in a wheelchair, how could I have caught up with you today?"

After a moment of silence, the White Emperor said, "That makes sense."

Wang Ji said: "In terms of realm, I am indeed not as high as you, but your obsession is not as deep as mine."

The White Emperor said: "No matter how deep your obsession is, there will always be a moment when it runs out."

Wang Ji thought about it and said, "It will be soon."

The White Emperor looked at him and suddenly asked, "Do you still think the same as before?"

In the face of life and death, past answers should change.

“There are more ideas.”

"for example?"

"If I don't fight you today, I will regret it when I die of old age."

"The regret is based on the fact that you knew the battle would be like this."

"So I had second thoughts."

"speak."

"I'm very curious, who is stronger now, me or Bai Nanming?"

Wang Ji asked seriously.

This was the thing he wanted to figure out most.

Ever since he met Bai Nanming that year, when he was forced to leave a letter to say goodbye to the Taoist master, and then left in frustration carrying his wheelchair, he has always been very concerned about Her Royal Highness the Princess, regarding her as the most terrifying tigress in the world.

Unfortunately, due to various reasons, he never had the chance to fight Bai Nanming.

A hundred years ago, he was willing to stand on that side, but now he is gone.

This is Wang Ji’s biggest regret in his sword training so far.

This is also a very good question.

In today's world, perhaps only the White Emperor can give the answer.

After a moment's silence, he said seriously, "You will die before she does."

Wang Ji thought that was indeed the case.

The White Emperor continued, "Just like you facing me."

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Why did the various sects dare to rebel?

Why do the aristocratic families dare to stand up?

Ultimately, it was because of Bai Nanming’s death.

If she were truly alive today, no matter how unwilling people in the world were, they would have to choose silence and be as docile as sheep.

Looking back over the past thousand years, apart from the Taoist Master, there has been no other practitioner in the world who could face this pair of siblings directly, because they are both the most remarkable people.

Even if the Taoist master from a hundred years ago came to today, I think he would only be able to fight against them a hundred years later on equal terms, and it would be difficult to say that he would defeat them.

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In the sea of ​​scenery, Yu Sheng heard his own name.

She opened her eyes and her gaze fell on the iron spear beside her.

(End of this chapter)