The Word of Heaven

Chapter 262 The bell rings
It is quiet along the Jinghai Lake.

Yu Sheng moved his eyes away from the iron spear, reached out to scoop up the lake water, and simply washed his face.

It is the winter solstice on earth, but it is spring here.

The lake was rippling with warm sunlight, which was reflected deep into her eyes, revealing a touch of emotion and melancholy.

A gentle breeze blew, and her waterfall-like black hair seemed to be gently lifted up by the hands of the old years and braided into her usual pigtails.

Because it was like this during those years, it is still like this today.

Yu Sheng stood up.

Cool drops of water slid down her face. They didn't feel like tears, but more like dewdrops in the morning light.

Her eyes became extremely clear, as if the dust of nearly two hundred years had been washed away at this moment, leaving only peace and tranquility.

Like green hills after rain.

then.

After many years, Yu Sheng holds all living beings in his arms again.

There is no difference from the past, there is no sense of strangeness, everything is so familiar.

There is a peach tree in full bloom by the lake, and the pink petals are falling with the wind, embellishing the green skirt.

Green and pink.

No matter how you look at it, these two colors don't match and are very far apart.

Just like her and him.

Amid the rustling sounds, Yu Sheng raised his head slightly, looked at the warm spring day in the peach blossom rain, closed his eyes, and his mind gradually emptied.

There is no thought or imagination, no idea or self.

The absence of all forms is called emptiness, and the absence of arising and ceasing is called silence.

In this fleeting moment, her aura was actually constantly breaking through, breaking through several realms and returning to one in an instant, then becoming pure, and then attaining the Tao, and was only a step away from becoming an immortal.

Jinghai was no longer as calm as before. A strong wind suddenly blew up and the lake water became turbulent.

The peach blossom swayed in the wind, making an unpleasant squeaking sound, and countless petals fell down, like blood.

The azure blue sky was like porcelain, full of cracks, as if it would break at any moment.

Or it would have been broken when Yu Sheng took that step forward.

At the same time, her breath began to slow down, and her eyes remained clear.

However, everyone knows that as long as she is willing, this seemingly unattainable line can be crossed at any time.

Yu Sheng opened his eyes again.

Her eyes were still calm, and her look became brighter.

It looks like fireworks about to take off.

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On Tiandu Peak.

The White Emperor looked at Wang Ji, the weariness in his eyes could no longer be concealed, and said, "Let's stop here."

Wang Ji smiled and said, "It's time to end it."

The outcome has been decided.

In his white hair, in the millions of dust on his clothes.

Even more so in his increasingly aging face.

From the very beginning of this chase, his chances of winning were doomed to be slim, and the 30-70 chance deduced by the master of the temple was already the highest estimate possible.

The reason is clear.

It was the gap in realm between him and the White Emperor that forced him to let Qie Man stay in front of the Weiyang Palace in order to threaten the White Emperor's physical body, and put him in a situation where he had to fight against the mountains and rivers with his own magical powers.

If it was just the Mountain and River Plate, Wang Ji would naturally not have fallen into such a situation.

The problem is that his enemy today is the White Emperor.

The land that the two men traveled across thousands of miles was always Daqin, the country of the White Emperor, so he naturally had an indelible and huge advantage in this chase.

No matter how powerful Wang Ji's soul is, how can he win this battle?
"I'm thinking about one thing. You are so powerful now."

His voice was full of emotion: "Then how desperate must you have been before Xuandu a hundred years ago."

After hearing this, Emperor Bai was silent for a moment and said nothing.

That was many years ago.

Why reminisce?

Wang Ji's figure was the first to disappear in the wind.

The White Emperor waved his sleeves and glanced at the clouds in the western sky as a farewell.

next moment.

He returned to the front of the Weiyang Palace and quietly looked at the things in front of him.

Wang Ji then appeared, stretched out his hand, and calmly and firmly shook the "wait".

This will be the last sword in his life.

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The master of the temple looked at this scene and no longer stood still, but walked forward.

As he moved forward again, the wound that had already scabbed over was suddenly torn open, and dozens of streams of blood spurted out.

In just a moment, he was reduced to a bloody man.

An indistinct mantra sounded from his lips, and a sense of purity followed!

The next moment, the blood that had not yet fallen to the ground stagnated in the air beside the master of the temple and bloomed into countless clear lights.

The clear light tinged with a faint blood color contained extremely powerful force. It instantly crossed the space crack in front of it, but it did not flow towards the still arrogant Emperor, but submerged Wang Ji like a tide.

With the arrival of the blood tide, the dust of the years that Wang Ji spent thousands of miles away from the human world actually fell down in pieces.

Dao Xiu turned a blind eye to this.

The Sizhu was surprised and couldn't help but look at the Guanzhu to witness his death.

Yes, this is the last Taoist magic that the master of the temple performed with his crippled body.

All he wanted was to give Wang Ji a tiny bit more chance of success with the last sword he was about to deliver.

The abbot's voice was calm, without any hint of pain.

"Unfortunately."

"I thought that today I would once again witness the coming of God's will."

“The result is always the opposite of what we want.”

“Perhaps this is the meaning of practice.”

Just a few simple words, accompanied by the sound of his flesh being torn off piece by piece as if he were being tortured, but what people heard were peace and joy.

When the last word was truly spoken, the master's body turned into the last piece of clear light, dissipated with the wind, and ceased to exist.

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In the long alley of Shendu, the seriously injured Chu Jun staggered a few steps.

The Taoist sword fell from her hand with a slight bang, and the world in front of her seemed to be in a trance.

After she struggled to regain consciousness and wiped her cheek with her bloody hand, what she saw became real again.

At some point, that familiar figure was already standing in front of her, holding the sword that was no stranger to her.

Then she knew she would definitely survive.

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The Master withdrew his gaze and looked towards the White Emperor.

The White Emperor shook his head calmly.

So the Master understood the meaning, walked calmly past the sword, and stood in front of Dao Xiu.

Daoxiu remained expressionless and pretended he saw nothing.

All in silence.

Suddenly the wind started blowing.

The beams and pillars in the Weiyang Palace suddenly broke, and all the lamps in the hall were broken in two. However, the flames remained stagnant like glass beads, hanging quietly in the air without changing.

Countless cracks suddenly appeared on the floor tiles, and particles of dust floated up from them, carrying with them an extremely dazzling white light.

Immediately afterwards, the sound of a sword resounded through heaven and earth.

It is meticulous and omnipresent, and known to the whole world.

His Majesty the Emperor looked at Wang Ji.

Wang Ji looked at him, held the thing in his hand and held it out.

The moment it was handed over, dozens of tiny stars hanging beside the White Emperor flickered.

Countless pale lines appeared in the starry sky, revealing an extremely sharp meaning. They were the advancing sword edges!

The spirit of King Ji followed in.

The White Emperor's eyes became more and more indifferent.

At this moment, the figures of the two people that they had left in various places in the world reappeared without warning, and then disappeared without a trace in an instant.

However, as they appeared again, the sky was cut into thousands of cracks by the swords, the night flowed out from the cracks, and the stars appeared in the daytime.

Before the world had time to be shocked and confused by this, they suddenly saw flowers blooming on the earth against the season, and they bloomed and withered in the blink of an eye.

This is the power of time.

Wait a minute.

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When Wang Ji delivered the last sword of his life, Dao Xiu moved.

He didn't even look at the Master Si and walked towards His Majesty the Emperor.

So the moment he took a step, the giant eye in the sky stared at the world with indifference, and brought down wrath like a heavenly calamity.

Without any sound, thunder and fire fell to the earth at an incredible speed. From a distance, it looked like a group of meteors burning violently.

Daoxiu's choice was simple.

Close your eyes and it will be dark.

He clasped his left hands together, held the rosary from Changle Temple in his right hand, and slowly turned it.

He walked calmly on the road leading to His Majesty the Emperor, as determined as he had been in the past hundred years when he walked on his own path of compassion. Even though there were cliffs and abysses thousands of feet high beside him, he never thought of turning back.

Countless thunders and fires burst out on his Buddha body, releasing endless light and heat.

The monk's robe was instantly burned to ashes, and Daoxiu's body was submerged and covered in the blazing white light, but still no sound was heard.

Although he was only a few dozen steps away from the White Emperor, to him it seemed like a world away, so far away that he could not reach it.

The space around him was completely dyed white by the thunder and fire of the heavenly tribulation, and every step he took on the white paper left clearly visible footprints.

He endured unimaginable pain, but his expression did not show any pain. What was revealed in his eyes was compassion, because he was only walking in his own Buddhist kingdom and did not have to encounter worldly affairs.

His appearance did not age as rapidly as Wang Ji's. Instead, it miraculously began to become childish.

That is not only Daoxiu's appearance, but also his height.

When he was only seven steps away from the White Emperor, his height was already as high as that of a child.

It was only at this time that Dao Xiu finally opened his eyes.

As he met the mortal world again, the rosary in his right hand, which was on the verge of breaking, turned into powder in an instant.

Countless thunders burst out from it, deafening.

It was as if the world-destroying rumbling sound was no longer confined to the area in front of the Weiyang Palace, but descended upon the earth, spreading in all directions like an invisible air wave.

In a short moment, countless pavilions and towers collapsed into ruins, and the desperate criminals who stayed in front of the moat were crushed into bloody dust, causing the entire city to sink more than three feet!
All the trees on the mountain in front of the solitary cliff were broken, and the rushing river water stopped for a moment, then flew up like a ribbon in the hands of a dancer, until it was hundreds of feet high in the sky, hanging there and unwilling to fall.

The whole world is shaking.

The whole world seems to be heading towards destruction!

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However, the residual power of the thunder and fire from the heavenly calamity has reduced half of the gods to ruins, and the world is extremely miserable.

The river water that jumped into the air began to fall, bringing a second catastrophe to the people living in reality. Countless houses that had survived before were directly washed away. The wailing and cries for help were entangled together, but were buried by the unfinished roar and no one knew about it.

Before the facts came out, no one expected that today would see such a horrific scene.

When people subconsciously looked up at the sky, an even more terrifying scene appeared.

The Weiyang Palace, which was originally located under the sky, suddenly sank hundreds of feet!
Endless sword light burst out from it.

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In front of Weiyang Palace.

Wait a minute, the ethereal starry sky is about to be shattered.

Wang Ji was only three steps away from the White Emperor.

His eyes were brighter than ever before, just like his sword intent that was burning fiercely.

There were holes in his clothes, but he remained sharp.

The sword is not old, the meaning is not exhausted, it is at its peak.

however.

Wang Ji is old.

The White Emperor looked at Wang Ji, who looked as old as if he was in a wheelchair. His expression was still indifferent, and his figure standing on the steps seemed to reach the starry sky, thousands of feet high, like the way of heaven.

He stretched out his arm and hand, then put his fingers together to form a sword.

When Wang Ji saw this, he was not angry, but happy, and let out a long roar.

"The great way comes from the sword!"

When the sound falls, wait and take another step.

boom!
The starry sky transformed by the mountain and river disk shattered, turned into millions of fragments, and returned to nothingness.

The White Emperor remained unafraid, laughed out loud, and pointed his finger at the sword.

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The Mountain and River Plate has been shattered, and there is no longer any obstacle in front of the White Emperor. This is the only chance for him to be killed according to the master's deduction!

Dao Xiu was waiting for this moment.

Countless golden threads appeared around him, severing all ties to his life.

That is where the final power of the Yuanmie Mirror lies.

The monk, who looked like a child, floated up into the air, and the endless thunder and fire from the heavenly calamity were forcibly lifted several feet higher.

His left hand is in the mudra of a Buddha, and his right hand is in the palm of his hand.

This was his final blow.

then.

The master no longer stopped.

Because just like Daoxiu was waiting for the White Emperor to be killed, his cold-eyed watching was just waiting for an opportunity to kill the monk.

He raised all realms in an instant, without any reservation in the state of enlightenment.

He clenched his fingers into a fist.

Fist fall.

That’s the blue sky!

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Dao Xiu turned a blind eye.

So what if one punch can topple the sky?

How can we stop him?

The answer is no.

Since the Master could not stand in front of him, the outcome was already determined.

Because at this moment, it was impossible for the White Emperor to fight with Qie Man and withstand his Buddha's Palm at the same time.

There is no such possibility in this world.

Daoxiu thought so.

until the next moment.

An iron gun appeared in his eyes.

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At this moment, someone sighed with endless regret.

"Is that really the case..."

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A girl in a green dress appeared beside the White Emperor.

The girl is young and has a youthful face, but her eyes are indifferent as if she has experienced countless things in life.

She watched Dao Xiu quietly, and his realm broke through to Yuhua, reaching the peak in an instant.

She held the world-famous iron spear, without avoiding any sharp edge, and stabbed straight into the Buddha's palm.

The gun is named after all living beings.

Wherever the gun passed, all the space cracks that appeared along the way were flattened.

In front of the gun tip, the golden thread transformed by the Yuanmie Mirror flew violently and then shattered.

This gun has long been unrivaled in the world.

Almost invincible.

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Dao Xiu looked at the iron spear and the calmness in his eyes was shattered.

His eyes revealed great bitterness and regret that could not be described in words.

When the White Emperor was in dire straits, that was when they had no choice but to lose.

Even if it happens a million times, as long as this iron spear appears in the hands of the girl in the green skirt, today's ending is doomed.

There is no second possibility.

The matter is over.

All things come to an end.

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Wang Ji's eyes never left the White Emperor.

However, how could he not be aware of the appearance of all living beings?
Suddenly, he recalled the words that Gu Zhuo had said on the cliff when he tried to stop him from taking action, and he finally understood the truth behind it.

As he thought about these things, he felt the increasingly real pain in his soul, without any regret in his heart. How happy he was to be reborn!

He took another step forward, slowly passed through the White Emperor's fingers, and pressed against the most noble chest in the world.

Just then, he heard a light sound and two muffled sounds.

That should be the movement of sentient beings passing through the body of Daoxiu Buddha.

That was the sound of fists landing on flesh.

Wang Ji ignored it.

Until he noticed that the White Emperor's eyes changed drastically. For the first time since the war began, he showed a look of astonishment, which he could not hide.

He looked at the Emperor who was comparable to the Lord of Taoism and was shocked to anger. A long roar of anger rose from his lips, full of pain.

That was an emotion the monarch had never felt since he ascended the throne.

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In the Divine Capital, Gu Zhuo swung his sword again.

The remaining arm of Taoist Zizai was cut off.

Before he could turn around to treat Lin Wanyi and Chu Jun's injuries, the movements in front of Weiyang Palace in the sky were known to heaven and earth.

He could no longer maintain his usual calmness and thought he had heard it wrong.

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Dao Xiu lowered his head.

The iron spear had pierced through his chest, crushing all his vitality in an instant, leaving no room for survival.

There was still no pain in his eyes. All the bitterness and regret from just a moment ago turned into a complex emotion that could not be described in words.

He looked at the extremely angry Emperor, and felt no desire to mock him. He just felt that it was too sad and absurd.

He looked into the eyes of the Chief, and thought about it a thousand times, but still could not understand, so he asked the question with his spiritual consciousness.

That is also the answer that everyone in front of Weiyang Palace wants to know.

——Why do you do this?
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"why?"

The Master put down his hands.

There was a smile on his lips, and he looked extremely satisfied, without any regrets.

“Because this is what I want to do.”

He said: "And ... I think it was the right choice."

There was dead silence in front of the Weiyang Palace.

The Sizhu felt the gazes falling on him, felt the disbelief that still existed, and said sincerely, "I am serious."

No one speaks.

The director looked at everyone in the room and said, "You all should have good memories. You should not forget that when I came here, the temple master asked me what I was going to do today, and my answer was to save sentient beings."

Wang Ji put it down and waited, shaking his head and said, "How can this be considered saving sentient beings?"

The director smiled and said, "How can this not be saving sentient beings?"

“I think this is the best thing I’ve ever done in my life.”

At this point, he stopped smiling and looked at the White Emperor, saying, "Because I really believe that what you have in mind is correct, Your Majesty."

The White Emperor said nothing.

The roar had long since disappeared.

There was no expression on his face, he looked at Master Si as if he was a dead person.

Just then, Yu Sheng's voice rang out, full of curiosity.

“Why is it right?”

"The truth is..."

The Chief looked at Yu Sheng and said in a gentle voice: "Your Majesty, since you want the Great Qin to last for thousands of years and the world to be peaceful forever, the first thing Your Majesty should do is to become a true loner. Only in this way can you become a saint again."

Yu Sheng thought about it and said, "It seems to make sense."

The chief said sincerely: "So I can only trouble Your Highness the Princess to die."

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At the moment when all the creatures passed through Daoxiu's chest, Sizhu's fist also fell on the monk and Yu Sheng.

This is what happened previously.

Yu Sheng did not lower his head.

She didn't need to look at her body, that was a meaningless option.

She had very little time left and shouldn't spend it on things like this.

She looked at the Sizhu and asked, "Only for state affairs?"

The director was quiet for a moment, then said, "It's also a personal vendetta."

Yu Sheng understood and said, "Yingxu?"

The chief said, "Not bad."

As the words fell, everyone looked at him with more complicated expressions.

The voice of the Sizhu was still ringing, full of emotion and sighs.

"Yingxu and I are rare bosom friends."

"I certainly don't have a problem with him dying at your majesty's hands."

"I had no intention of doing anything to get revenge on him."

"It's just... today is really too appropriate, isn't it?"

"Everyone who deserves to die will die today, including me."

The Sizhu smiled slightly and said to the White Emperor: "This should be the outcome that will benefit you the most, Your Majesty, because you will be the only one who survives today. From now on, the world will be in your palms."

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No one can deny this judgment, this is the fact.

For the Great Qin, for the people of the world, and for all living beings in this world, the best future is when everyone dies and only the White Emperor remains in the world.

Wang Ji didn't want to talk because he was really tired.

The boss didn't say anything else, he had said everything he needed to say.

The White Emperor remained silent as always.

The thunder and fire from the sky no longer fell, but the hair on his temples was turning grayer. He was using this moment to search for the possibility of saving Bai Nanming.

Dao Xiu turned around, looked at Yu Sheng, and said, "Let's go back together?"

Yu Sheng thought about the familiar figure that he would never see again, and felt a lot of regret in his heart, so he did not respond.

There was dead silence between heaven and earth.

The White Emperor looked up at the sky blankly.

next moment.

A bell is ringing.

Came from another world.

(End of this chapter)