The Word of Heaven

Chapter 267 Broken Sword
At some time in the past, that deep alley in the capital of God.

With countless rays of light falling from the sky, God's will returned to the world after one hundred and forty-seven years. All people succumbed to the awe and fear in their deepest hearts and chose to kneel down.

Even if this was never God's will.

At that time, all gods were silent and the world was quiet.

However, not everyone was standing still in the silence.

That's the Empress who has no reverence at all in her heart, or Zhao Qi who is so proud that he is called the sun on earth.

Compared with these two, the reason why Lin Wanyi and Chu Jun did not kneel was more because they were shocked and confused, and forgot their fear.

When Chu Jun came to his senses, the light had already dissipated.

The Weiyang Palace still hangs high in the sky, blocking out the warmth of the sun and casting a cold, inky shadow on the earth.

She withdrew her gaze, stopped looking up at the sky meaninglessly, and turned to look at Lin Wanyi.

For some reason, Lin Wanyi woke up earlier than her. Maybe it was because she had too many reasons to be reluctant?
"I'm leaving."

Chu Jun glanced at the body of Taoist Zizai, was silent for a while, and said, "Take care of yourself."

Lin Wanyi said hello.

Chu Jun turned around and was about to walk through the mansion that had been weathered into ruins and leave the capital.

At this moment, her body suddenly stiffened slightly, and she inexplicably felt like a puppet on the stage.

She said, "I need your help with something."

Lin Wanyi didn't even think about it and asked directly, "Tell me."

Chu Jun said seriously: "Leave with me."

"it is good……"

The voice stopped abruptly. When Lin Wanyi subconsciously said the first word, he realized what he had heard.

She was stunned for a moment, then suddenly turned to look at Chu Jun, but could not find anything unusual.

Chu Jun's expression remained unchanged, and he said calmly: "You and I are both injured, and our minds have not yet calmed down. It will only increase the risk if we go our separate ways. It would be better for us to leave together first."

As soon as he finished speaking, Lin Qianshui's voice rang out, still with the palpitations still lingering.

"I think so too. Going with others is the best choice."

Lin Wanyi didn't remain silent for too long, nodded and said, "Okay."

The conversation ends there.

The three girls started on their way, walking towards the city gate of the Divine Capital as fast as they could, because cheers were gradually heard behind them.

Those were the sounds of many powerful families and sects who were forced into a desperate situation by the Queen Mother, and were about to die or had already died. The chaotic situation in the Divine Capital could no longer continue. The most important reason for this was of course that Wuguishan, under the influence of the Lord's will, was stabbing him in the back.

In this case, if the Divine Capital Formation was repaired, I am afraid that no one from the sect or family would be able to leave safely.

Lin Wanyi walked in the front, her dress fluttering as her toes lightly tapped, and in the blink of an eye she passed several buildings.

Lin Qianshui followed, trying his best to follow, his face becoming paler and paler.

Chu Jun, however, fell behind the two of them, maintaining a consistent distance, and was exceptionally calm.

However, looking deep into her eyes, all I saw was solemnity and fear.

A voice was echoing in her sea of ​​consciousness.

Chu Jun was very familiar with this voice.

Over the past few years, many of the difficulties she encountered on her path of cultivation were solved with the appearance of this voice.

Yes, this is the voice of the master.

"From a certain perspective, the rise and fall of the Dao Sect now depends entirely on you."

His tone was very gentle, like an old teacher in a country school, patiently guiding you: "So you must live well."

Chu Jun said silently: "Then what?"

The master of the temple said, "Leave the capital of gods as I said and save the Taoist master."

Chu Jun's eyes suddenly darkened.

The master of the temple said in a gentle voice: "You are my disciple, so I don't want you to have any thoughts that are not based on the overall situation."

Chu Jun was quiet for a moment and said, "When did it start?"

As she said this, her tone gradually became calm, as if she was heartbroken.

The master of the temple said: "The Dao sect needs to have such a preparation from the moment it exists."

Chu Jun asked seriously: "Don't you feel hypocritical when you say this?"

The master of the temple said: "Many people have called me hypocritical, including the White Emperor not long ago, but in the end they had to admit that I was right, because I was right."

"It's just a pity..."

There was a hint of emotion and sigh in his voice: "You may not be able to wait for the answer to appear."

Chu Jun said: "I will die, right?"

The master said with pity, “Yes.”

Chu Jun continued: "And I will become you, right?"

"correct."

The master of the temple said: "This is the best choice, and also the only choice. Otherwise, the Taoist sect will not be able to revive."

Chu Jun laughed and said, "This is a death with honor."

The master of the temple said sincerely: "In the new history book compiled by the Taoist sect, your name will be placed at the beginning."

This conversation took place in the spirit from beginning to end, unknown to the world.

As the words reached this point, the sound of swords suddenly rang out from under the sky.

Chu Jun looked slightly bewildered and asked, "Did you expect this?"

"From the moment Wang Ji arrived in the capital..."

The master of the temple said with great disappointment, "Everything is destined."

……

……

In front of Weiyang Palace.

The White Emperor's eyes were as indifferent as before, and did not turn cold with the appearance of those words, perhaps because he had a premonition.

Whether it is the friendship in the past or the fulfillment of his wish today, there are too many reasons for Wang Ji to stand up.

Therefore, he didn't care about this disagreement at all.

Gu Zhuo did care.

He looked into Wang Ji's eyes and said word by word: "Don't go crazy."

Wang Ji raised his eyebrows and said, "I don't think so."

Listening to the conversation between the two, the White Emperor felt regretful because he could not hear the last words.

He raised his hand, and his fingers were about to close and fall.

At the same time, Sizhu walked towards the royal sacrifice.

The sound of the sword has not stopped yet.

The friction sound between the sword blade and the scabbard seemed endless.

Everyone who heard this sound realized that the next sword would definitely cut through the sky.

So, can this sword kill the king?
Many people subconsciously thought about and worried about this possibility, and only a very few people had doubts in their hearts, unable to understand why Wang Ji still had the strength to strike out with such a sword.

Before he could cut through the starry sky transformed by the mountain and river plate, he met the White Emperor's sword finger head-on, which went through the gaps between his fingers and hit his chest directly.

That is undoubtedly the most powerful sword in the world.

Why could Wang Ji still hand out the second sword?
Is it because of the twilight clock?
In a very short period of time, countless chaotic thoughts appeared in people's minds and could not be sorted out at all.

At this moment, the sound of swords ringing in the sky suddenly stopped.

The Yishui sword intent enveloped the Weiyang Palace.

The sunlight suddenly developed countless sharp edges, like thousands of sharp swords, stabbing at everyone.

The Lord Si was unmoved, there was no sword in his eyes, only Wang Ji.

His steps remained firm, even though the invisible sword had already arrived in front of him, making a sound of breaking through the air.

Tsk tsk tsk!

An extremely sharp pale sword light appeared in front of the Master, mercilessly cutting through the space and creating cracks like fences.

The master turned a blind eye and let the sword light cut his clothes, leaving wounds and blood.

He raised his fist, condensed infinite true energy between his five fingers, and blasted forward.

In just a moment, all the sword lights blocking the way of Master Si were extinguished.

From the space crack opened by the sword light came an inexplicable sound as if something was breaking, and then it disappeared into thin air.

However, when Si Zhu threw the punch, Wang Ji had already floated up.

He still looks young, even though his hair is already gray.

His eyes were extremely bright and his clothes were rustling.

At this moment, Wang Ji seemed to have returned to his peak and was invincible.

He stared into the White Emperor's eyes, unafraid of the terrifying power that was still able to ignore all living things, and shouted in a deep voice: "Fight again!"

……

……

The White Emperor looked at Wang Ji quietly.

He was still continuing the previous action.

His index and middle fingers had already come together and began to fall.

There was silence in front of the Weiyang Palace.

Only the cry of "fight again" is still echoing, full of passion and fearlessness!
The extremely sharp sword intent was omnipresent, filling every corner between heaven and earth, and was converging on Wang Ji at an unimaginable speed.

No one could imagine how powerful the sword that fell as this sound was heard would be.

This might actually kill the White Emperor.

The next moment, Wang Ji handed over a wait.

A streak of light flashed across the sky.

Dao Xiu looked at the scene.

Just then, he suddenly realized something was wrong.

Wait a minute, why is it unsheathed like this?

……

……

The White Emperor fell with his fingers together.

Before the finger was pointed, there was no obstacle, it was empty.

Wang Ji is retreating!

The black sword robe cast a straight black line in the sunlight, from top to bottom, as if running through the entire world!
The Weiyang Palace suddenly sank dozens of feet, the ground began to shake violently, countless cracks appeared on the eaves of the palace, and dust fell like rain.

Even the green tree that grew under the will of heaven was shaking and dropping several branches and leaves.

When the dust settled, the king's sacrifice was gone.

Gu Zhuo also disappeared.

A hole of moderate size appeared on the ground of the Weiyang Palace, just big enough for a person to pass through.

Dao Xiu lowered his head, looked at the wound on his chest, and smiled.

He indeed did not expect that Wang Ji would eventually make such a choice, abandoning the pride of a swordsman and drawing his sword like this.

Yes, at the last moment, after the sword was unsheathed, it was not aimed at the White Emperor, but at Gu Zhuo.

So, Gu Zhuo was able to grasp the hilt of the sword.

Of course, a sword cannot be held by two people.

The problem is that Wang Ji never arrived in his true body today, but always in spirit.

So that's what can be done.

Daoxiu looked towards the White Emperor.

For some reason, the White Emperor remained indifferent as before.

He did nothing, just quietly looking at the hole that ran through the sky and the earth, as if he could see what was happening on the isolated cliff.

……

……

"Do you really think I'm an idiot?"

In the wheelchair, Wang Ji's eyes were still closed, but the voice had already sounded.

His tone was very proud, and he couldn't hide his pride. In such a situation, anyone who led people away from the White Emperor would be something to brag about.

Gu Zhuo looked at him, and after a moment of silence, he said, "I never thought you were an idiot."

"is it?"

Wang Ji raised his eyebrows and said, "Have you forgotten what you said earlier?"

Gu Zhuo shook his head, and said in a calm and serious tone: "If you were really an idiot, then I would never have pushed your wheelchair back then."

Wang Ji thought that this explanation made some sense, after all, you really hate stupidity.

"So how were you going to leave?" he asked.

Gu Zhuo explained his method.

After listening to this, Wang Ji’s white brows were already furrowed.

"What's the difference between this and death?"

"The difference is that I will be alive."

Gu Zhuo's voice was serious.

"Fuck your mother's fart."

Wang Ji rolled his eyes and angrily cursed: "You can't even be yourself when you are the Tao. You might even forget your own name one day. What kind of life is this?"

Gu Zhuo shook his head and said, "It just speeds up the process."

Wang Ji said bluntly: "No matter what you say, my method is more reliable than yours. You can't deny this!"

"Speaking of which..."

He raised his eyebrows and said, "Have you ever counted how many favors you owe me in this life?"

For some reason, Gu Zhuo remained silent.

Wang Ji looked at him, sighed helplessly, and said, "Although you and I have a very good relationship, and you are really my only friend in this life, but as the saying goes, even brothers have to settle accounts clearly, so this really won't do."

"To be honest, I really think I treat you better than Yu Sheng treats you, right? After all, even if I stood by and watched, I didn't stab you in the heart and let you die for a hundred years."

The old man sitting in the wheelchair spread his hands and said with a sigh: "It's a pity, who made me a man, otherwise there would be no Yu Sheng..."

The words stopped abruptly.

It wasn’t that Gu Zhuo couldn’t bear to listen, nor was it that Wang Ji felt he was being ridiculous.

The silence stems from a very simple fact.

Gu Zhuo closed his eyes.

Wang Ji felt some pain, so he lowered his head and looked at his chest.

There is a wound there.

The wound was so real that vitality was flowing out of it along with the blood, wetting the clothes.

It was like a red flower blooming in the heart of Wang Ji.

Gu Zhuo couldn't bear to look.

Wang Ji, however, looked at it very seriously, without any sense of loss in his eyes.

In just a moment, he had deduced what was going on.

The finger that the White Emperor dropped was not a sword from the very beginning, and he had never intended to fight him head-on.

The stream of light that followed was not a sword light, but a speck of light.

The Sansheng Tower was right next to the wheelchair, but it was useless and there was no time to stop the light dust from coming.

"Yingxu..."

Wang Ji coughed, and with an undisguised pain, he asked, "Did he die in this way as well?"

"Yes." Gu Zhuo's voice was very stiff: "There is no difference."

Wang Ji sighed, his face not twisted by pain, and said with emotion: "Then I am really going to die, so this time I really lost a lot."

Gu Zhuo didn't know what to say.

Wang Ji raised his head and looked at his only friend, with a slight smile on his face, and said mockingly: "Don't look at me like that. I said I regretted saving you when I said I was at a big loss... Well, you can indeed escape, but I'm almost dead, so you have to accept this favor, right?"

When he said this, he already felt a long-lost fatigue. Was that the feeling he had when he was young and practicing sword?

Is this also a kind of last gasp?
Time goes by too fast.

Wang Ji shook his head and stopped thinking about these meaningless things. He muttered to Gu Zhuo, "I do regret that I don't even have a wife in my life, let alone a son or a daughter. I owe you such a huge favor, but in the end, it all went down the drain. It hurts to think about it."

At the end of his words, the speck of light seemed to hear his words and felt even more intense pain.

Gu Zhuo looked at him and said seriously: "I..."

"I'm just saying this casually, don't take it seriously."

Wang Ji interrupted him without thinking, and said proudly: "If I die without descendants, then I will have no descendants. I don't like the blood flowing in my body. As for things like wives and children, I have never liked anyone in my life. If I have to find something I like, it would probably be a sword."

Gu Zhuo said: "This is a great like."

Wang Ji said with regret: "It's a pity that I will never be able to reach the highest peak of the sword in this lifetime."

Gu Zhuo wanted to speak.

Wang Ji glanced at him and said unhappily, "Don't say such idiotic things to me. I have always fought for what I want... Well, the first time you let me get it doesn't count. Anyway, I don't need anyone to do my job for me."

Gu Zhuo said: "Okay."

Wang Ji retracted his gaze and looked at the palace in the distance that was slowly returning to the earth. He suddenly laughed and said, "Actually, when I drew my sword, I never thought I could survive today. How could I have known that things would become such a mess? So to speak, I watched a big show between you and Bai Nanming before I died. It was really interesting to see the tigress wanting to cry but not daring to cry."

"Thinking back on all these years, I have actually been a hands-off boss, living a life of leisure. Everything is done by others, and in the end, I have accomplished everything I wanted to do, except for this last time which was a bit of a pity..."

Then he looked at Gu Zhuo, somewhat curiously, and asked, "Can I say that my life has been worthwhile?"

"of course."

Gu Zhuo answered without hesitation.

"Tsk, you really lie without blinking an eye."

Wang Ji said sarcastically: "I am just a disabled person in a wheelchair. I have barely walked a few steps. How can this be considered a worthwhile trip?"

Gu Zhuo shook his head, looked at him and said, "This is not the same thing."

"Then I'll have to take a few more steps to find out."

Wang Ji stood up, left the wheelchair he had been sitting in for many years, and walked forward a few steps.

He opened his arms to embrace the heaven and earth, feeling a feeling different from that of an incarnation of the soul, and it couldn't be more comfortable.

After a moment, Wang Ji turned around and looked at Gu Zhuo, and said, "Not bad, but that's all, nothing special."

These were his last words in this world.

Suddenly the wind blew.

Gu Zhuo's vision became inexplicably blurry.

When his world became clear again, the person had already gone away.

Only the sound of the river remains as mighty as ever.

Rising from behind the cliff.

……

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"Then I shall die too."

Dao Xiu stood up, sensed the sword intent dissipating between heaven and earth, and said this.

He looked at the White Emperor who was gazing at the sky. He had a lot to talk about in the future of the human world, but the words he finally said had nothing to do with any of that.

He said, "How do you feel now?"

After a moment of silence, the White Emperor laughed and said, "It's even lonelier than fireworks."

Dao Xiu seemed to be thinking about something, and finally said: "All life is suffering. If I have an afterlife like the Taoist master, I might as well kill everyone in the world. It would be quicker."

The White Emperor said, “Maybe.”

Having said this, Dao Xiu closed his eyes.

At the moment of his death, the mirror of fate was reduced to powder in the pagoda forest of Cihang Temple and scattered in the wind.

Bells are ringing in countless temples on earth.

To see him off.

It is also a encouragement.

The White Emperor closed his eyes.

When he opened his eyes again, all emotions had been wiped away, leaving only loneliness.

From any perspective, the White Emperor is still the biggest winner today.

From today onwards, nothing in this world can keep him away.

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Leaving the capital, going upstream, following Chu Jun's unreasonable guidance.

The three girls found the isolated cliff and saw Gu Zhuo standing on the edge of the cliff.

The four met on the cliff.

Gu Zhuo looked at Chu Jun and said to Lin Wanyi, "You and Qianshui leave and go to Tiannan."

Lin Wanyi was slightly stunned, not understanding what was going on.

However, when she watched the Three Lives Tower float towards her, the words she wanted to say somehow disappeared.

She said "ok" calmly, held Lin Qianshui's hand without any hesitation, and left as quickly as possible.

There were three people left on the cliff.

"As expected of you..."

Chu Jun's voice sounded strangely old, devoid of the youthfulness of a young girl: "You could tell I was there with just one glance."

Gu Zhuo looked into the deepest part of those eyes, as if trying to find the person hidden in the soul, and said, "But I'm still surprised how you could do such a thing."

Chu Jun smiled, a smile that was unreasonably ugly, and said, "It's nothing more than the rise and fall of the Taoist sect."

Gu Zhuo said seriously: "It shouldn't be this way."

"is it?"

Chu Jun just thought this sentence was boring, shook his head and said: "You and I are both doing it again, the only difference is the means, why should we use this to determine who is better?"

Gu Zhuo said expressionlessly: "If you were not occupying Chu Jun's body and talking to me now, perhaps I could accept your statement."

Chu Jun smiled sweetly, ignored him, and said, "Wang Ji is dead, Yu Sheng can't do anything, Emperor Bai wants you dead right now, and the rest of the people can't be counted on, so you only have one viable option left."

“Work with me.”

She smiled in a very free and easy manner, without any sinisterness, and said: "This is the only choice and also your best choice."

Gu Zhuo asked: "You and I will join hands to revive the Dao Sect?"

Chu Jun said: "Not bad."

Gu Zhuo said calmly: "I don't think I can accept this fact."

Chu Jun put his hands behind his back, walked up to him, and asked, "Why?"

"If you are worried, you and I can become Taoist couples. After all, my Taoist body happens to be a woman."

She said nonchalantly, "As for Yu Sheng, I will naturally help you keep it a secret. It's just a matter of a lifetime."

There was dead silence on the cliff.

Chu Jun looked at Gu Zhuo and said gently, "How is it?"

Gu Zhuo looked at her quietly and said, "No big deal."

Chu Jun felt a little regretful, thinking that it seems I can only kill you, and asked: "Why?"

Gu Zhuo said: "Because you are going to die."

Before he finished speaking, Chu Jun, or the temple master, had already taken action.

The master of the temple has absolute confidence in this, because he had been preparing for this day many days ago and could not find any possibility of failure.

After killing Gu Zhuo, the Dawn and Dusk Bell and the Three Lives Tower were obtained by him, and it was only a matter of time before he entered the realm of immortality again.

The master of the temple thought so.

The next moment, a sharp white light suddenly emerged from Chu Jun's sea of ​​consciousness and penetrated into his soul in an instant.

It's like the sun coming again.

In the sunlight, the viewer's expression gradually became confused.

He lowered his head and looked at his soul which was being shattered, and finally understood what was going on.

It turns out that this is the last sword that Wang Ji left in this world.

When the master of the temple realized this fact, his soul was chopped into the smallest thing by the sword light and he died.

(End of this chapter)