The Word of Heaven

Chapter 288 Beyond the History Books
In the rain, Gu Zhuo passed the abbot.

The sword's edge suddenly became bright, as if lightning was accumulated in it, with a majestic and powerful aura.

The heaven and earth seemed angry at him.

The Master looked at Gu Zhuo quietly, at the sword edge that was becoming increasingly difficult to look at in the dark and rainy night, and at the sudden and overwhelming might of heaven, his expression unchanged.

His figure became increasingly small in this spectacular scene, like a small boat placed in the raging sea, which would be torn apart by the wind and waves in the next moment.

"I finally understand what you want."

Gu Zhuo's voice rang out in the heavy rain.

His tone was very calm, but one could still hear his emotions, a rare expression of emotion.

This sentence is outside the history books.

The abbot seemed to hear nothing.

Wei Qingci remained calm, and only by looking deep into his eyes could one detect a hint of surprise and hesitation.

The Sizhu was not surprised at all. He just glanced at her with a mocking smile on his face and said, "And then?"

Gu Zhuo said calmly: "I have been thinking about this question these days, but I still can't figure it out until a moment ago."

The director was silent for a while, then said, "The purpose of planting a demon is not to plant a demon, but to spy on my past."

Gu Zhuo said: "Yeah."

The Sizhu looked at him and asked, "What's the point of this?"

Gu Zhuo did not answer.

It was not that he lost interest in the conversation, but the moment the master finished speaking, his figure disappeared from the spot.

When he appeared again, Si Zhu had already appeared in front of Gu Zhuo.

A path was opened up in the land covered by heavy rain.

Gradually, some afterimages appeared on the road.

The afterimages return to one.

Into a fist.

This punch came extremely suddenly, without any sign beforehand, but its power was not diminished in the slightest and it remained as powerful as ever.

Even Wei Qingci, who was standing at the back and watching, was unable to react immediately.

Until a hint of paleness came into his eyes.

A bolt of lightning fell from the sky and hit the tip of the Qie Man sword.

Gu Zhuo used the heavenly thunder to turn it into a sword and thrust it forward without dodging or giving way.

The most wonderful method of Xuandu - Tao Sheng.

The boss had anticipated this and was unmoved, nor did he avoid it.

The two meet and collide in the real world!

The moment they met, the rain suddenly stopped.

Gu Zhuo and Si Zhu's eyes met between the sword and the fist.

The master's eyes were extremely cold. He let the heavy rain wash over his face. Even when lightning came, he remained unchanged, which made people feel frightened from the bottom of their hearts.

Gu Zhuo looked at him and pretended not to see anything.

boom!
A terrifying loud noise erupted from the fist and the sword.

The lightning on the sword was directly annihilated by the force of the fist.

Before those raindrops had a chance to be swept away by the air wave, they were crushed into nothingness by the terrifying power that leaked out of it and ceased to exist completely.

Daosheng's sword was broken head-on.

Gu Zhuo began to retreat.

The gap between their realms is difficult to make up even with the help of all things.

The boss pursued relentlessly.

Even though the sword broke through his flesh and touched his bones, and before the blood could flow out, it had already evaporated into red mist in the remaining lightning.

At this moment, a flying sword came silently from the darkness and slashed the master's eyes.

That's folded snow.

The flying swords came with wind and rain, as powerful as a sword formation.

Chaotian Jianque’s best skill is sword formation.

The boss still ignored him.

The raindrops transformed into sword edges that cut through his gray robe and fell onto his body, leaving only very faint white marks.

It was not until Zhexue arrived that Si Zhu waved the tattered sleeve of his other hand to block the sword, preventing it from advancing an inch.

At the same time, Gu Zhuo threw away his sword.

Before Si Zhu's fist landed, he leaned forward and pointed his finger.

The Tao is destroyed.

Different from the Tao that creates all things in the blink of an eye and uses them for its own benefit, the Tao seeks great destruction in silence, which is the irreversible collapse after the imbalance of the Way of Heaven is lost.

The moment the finger fell, the leader's fist arrived.

The two exchanged blows.

Gu Zhuo's sword finger landed right in the middle of Si Zhu's chest.

The Master's fist hit Gu Zhuo's shoulder.

No blood bloomed.

The heavy rain concealed the figures of the two people.

Time seemed to stop at this moment.

Ignoring the disordered aura in his body, Si Zhuo looked into Gu Zhuo's eyes and asked seriously with his spiritual sense, "Why don't you want to die?"

Gu Zhuo ignored him.

An uncontrollable impact force erupted from the chests and shoulders of both men.

So they separated.

With a loud bang, Gu Zhuo and Si Zhu flew out backwards.

However, after retreating several feet, the Master stopped despite his worsening injuries, raised his head and looked forward, his eyes penetrating the layers of rain.

The black shirt seemed to have blended into the depths of the night.

After a moment, it fell on Qie Man and turned into a stream of light and went away.

Gu Zhuo stretched out his hand, grasped the sword, used it as a staff, and straightened his back.

A gully several dozen feet long had appeared on the long street.

He was standing at the end of the ravine, his clothes on his left shoulder were torn to pieces, his arm was slightly deformed, and blood was flowing.

The superior and the inferior are already distinguished.

No matter how profound the Taoism is, it can never completely overcome the gap in realm.

This is a fact that even the Demon Lord cannot truly change.

The abbot looked at Gu Zhuo with eyes revealing great compassion.

In the East China Sea, there were howling strong winds and huge waves, and lightning flashed one after another in the dark clouds, making a rumbling sound.

The Si master took a deep breath, suppressed the vital energy that was churning in his body, ignored the slight feeling of separation in his soul, and prepared to continue killing.

Daomie's finger was even more terrifying than he had expected.

Just as he moved forward again, Gu Zhuo's voice rang out, with a strong sense of fatigue.

"You lost."

The Sizhu listened to this without smiling, and said indifferently: "If this is the case, it can make you feel a little happy before you die, but it doesn't matter if you say it."

He was sure that Gu Zhuo was seriously injured and was about to run out of energy. Even if he grasped Qie Man again, he would not be able to launch such terrifying attacks as Dao Sheng or Dao Mie.

This is a reality that cannot be changed.

In fact, if all things had not borne most of the impact for Gu Zhuo at that moment, Si Zhu's fist could have completely shattered half of his body and killed him instantly.

As he said and thought this, the Master's pace quickened.

However, just when he was about to turn into a shadow, lightning broke through the clouds and continued to strike.

The boss was forced to stay.

The lightning seemed to be attracted by the chaotic energy in his body, and each one hit him with incredible precision, forcing him to punch out and shatter the lightning.

"You think this can kill me?"

The Sizhu mocked, "Don't you think it's ridiculous?"

Gu Zhuo looked at him quietly, watching the lightning that kept falling, and suddenly said: "What you seek is not status, nor fame, nor profit, nor even realm."

The Sizhu raised an eyebrow, then continued to move forward, walking in the rain and lightning without saying a word.

Gu Zhuo said, "He became friends with Yingxu, supported that lady to become the queen, and then personally sent his friend to his death, asked the supervisor and his disciples to go to Wangjing to kill me, and then, beyond everyone's expectations, he gave up the Patrol of the Celestial Beings and returned to old age, turning to rule Wuyou Mountain... and then the decision in front of Weiyang Palace."

"No matter how you look at it, the things you've done over the years are very indecisive, like an old man who is tormented by selfishness and justice."

“But that’s not the case,” he said.

The boss remained silent.

The gray hair danced wildly in the wind, and the old man put his hands behind his back and stopped punching.

The lightning struck his old body like water, leaving no trace, making it even more powerful.

The distance between the two is getting closer and closer.

Gu Zhuo looked at him and said, "What you want in your heart has never changed."

The Sizhu said coldly: "Have you talked enough nonsense?"

"What you want is..."

Gu Zhuo said: "Let this world change according to your will."

As soon as he finished speaking, the wind and rain in the sky suddenly stopped.

…………

The boss stopped.

From a distance of more than ten feet, he looked at the Taoist sect's number one person in a thousand years, suddenly laughed, and asked: "You guessed right, but... so what?"

Gu Zhuo said: "You became friends with Yingxu because you knew that what my eldest disciple wanted to do would definitely subvert the entire world."

Sizhu took another step and said, "My admiration for him is genuine."

Gu Zhuo said: "You like everyone who can satisfy your desires."

The director said, "Who wouldn't like such a person?"

Gu Zhuo looked at him and said, "So personal vendettas are nonsense."

The Master said calmly: "As long as the changes I bring to this world are real, that's all that matters."

At this time, the abbot asked, "Is it true?"

The chief minister didn't even look at her and said, "Bai Nanming is dead, and your majesty is now alone and a saint. This is the truth that only I can bring."

Gu Zhuo asked: "Is that so?"

The Sizhu said indifferently and mockingly: "After all, the morning and evening bells are ringing because of me."

As he spoke, he never stopped for a moment and shortened the distance to less than ten feet.

"I just think you're ridiculous now. You've spent so much time and effort just to figure out what I want."

"Perhaps I should take back my evaluation of you. You are indeed very great in practicing Taoism, and you can be called the best, but you are really stupid in scheming. No wonder the Taoist sect suffered such a disastrous defeat that year."

The Master's voice was full of mockery and was merciless.

Click!

Lightning illuminates the dark rainy night, and strong winds sweep millions of raindrops into waterfalls.

Gu Zhuo looked at Si Zhu and said, "I just want to tell you that everything you are proud of is the same even without you. The world has never changed because of you."

After saying this, his aura rose and began to break through.

The director's expression remained indifferent as before, he just felt that this dying struggle was too ridiculous.

Until he heard that slight sound.

Coming from Gu Zhuo's fingertips.

——The Tao dies and the Tao is born.

Countless past scenes appeared in the eyes of the master.

……

……

Yingxu stood in the depths of Yunmengze, on the land that consisted of hundreds of ships.

The figure of a young man came into his eyes, adding a touch of warmth to his already cold world, so after looking up at the sky, he decided to stay.

In the imperial study, the Queen Mother and Lin Wanyi gently discussed the reasons why they became who they are today.

——Without gain and loss, I would definitely not be who I am today.

On Baidi Mountain, Yu Sheng killed himself with his own hands.

So she went to the capital of gods, to make sure that Bai Nanming would no longer exist in this world.

……

……

All the images come together at this moment, condensing into the reality before our eyes.

The master gets to see the truth.

He seemed to hear the sound of a broken heart, and blood kept flowing out from the corners of his lips and then washed away by the heavy rain.

His complexion turned extremely pale, and under the illumination of the lightning, countless tiny shadows, like cracks, appeared on his face.

Gu Zhuo's voice rang out in the wind and rain, calm and indifferent.

“You want to change the world, to make the entire human world change shape according to your will, but you dare not stand under the light of day, and want to hide your existence with the darkness.”

“Everything you want to do has been decided in advance. Your so-called change of the world is just going with the flow.”

"You have never had a thought that truly belongs to you. You have never thought about the direction of the world. You don't care about the internal laws of the world. How can you truly change the world?"

Gu Zhuo held his hand and waited, looking into Si Zhu's eyes, and said seriously: "Everything you have done so far is just following the crowd and copying what others have said."

With every chorus of words, Si Zhu could hear the sound of heartbreak in his chest.

"Really?" he asked.

"Yes."

Gu Zhuo's tone was calm yet absolute.

After a moment of silence, the Director said, "I don't think so. I don't accept your statement."

He raised his hand, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and added: "As long as I kill you tonight, all this will be out of history books."

Gu Zhuo was silent for a while, looked at Si Zhu with pity, and said: "Including killing me, this has nothing to do with your own will."

All things bid farewell to each other, allowing these words to fall into the heart of the master.

boom!
The Master stopped abruptly, no longer able to control his Dao heart which was already on the verge of breaking. Blood spurted out from his lips, and he knelt on one knee while swaying.

However, in the next moment, he dragged his body up with an incomparably powerful and hard will, and stood like a mountain again.

He seemed unable to feel the intense pain after his Dao heart collapsed. An extremely powerful aura with a strong smell of blood surged up together with his true essence, allowing the wounds on his body to split open and bleed profusely.

Everyone knew that what was coming would be the final blow from the Master.

As long as he kills Gu Zhuo, his name will be gloriously recorded in history books, even though this is not what he really wants.

The Master slowed down his breathing so that the true energy in his body no longer surged violently. His body slowly left the ground and floated into the rainy sky.

Gu Zhuo looked at Master Si, saw the real hatred revealed in those cold eyes, and calmly did something.

He held it and threw it slowly.

A faint light emerged in the night rain.

Si Zhu turned sideways very casually, dodging the sword effortlessly, and said sarcastically, "You can even use such a stupid method. You really deserve to die."

Gu Zhuo said: "Really?"

The boss sneered, and there was unspeakable pleasure and hatred in his laughter.

Just as he was about to open his mouth and torture Gu Zhuo in mockery, he suddenly felt a bone-chilling chill rising from behind him.

When he realized this, the tip of a sword had already emerged from his chest.

Wait a minute.

Why come from behind?

Before the boss's smile faded, his eyes became slightly confused.

Everyone was stunned.

Until Wei Qingci's voice sounded.

"it's me."

The Sizhu did not turn around, because he was powerless, and asked word by word: "Are you crazy?"

Wei Qingci said respectfully: "I'm just doing the right thing."

"Your Majesty, I think it doesn't matter who kills the Demon Lord, as long as the Demon Lord dies."

His voice was particularly sincere: "You are going to die anyway, why do you want to compete with me for this credit?"

The boss was stunned.

Then he became extremely angry, his long hair dancing wildly like a snake, and the true energy that he had forcibly suppressed suddenly got out of control and poured out in all directions.

An angry roar echoed throughout Cangzhou.

Countless raindrops flew everywhere.

The lightning in the dark clouds also went out.

The commander held the sword in front of his chest, turned around suddenly, and punched out.

Wei Qingci had a wooden expression on his face. He loosened his grip in advance and went away like a sword.

The Master's fist landed in the air.

Before he could do anything else, Gu Zhuo had already come behind him, holding the "wait" that had not been pulled out yet - the distance that the Lord had once used all means to shorten had now become the thing he least wanted.

At this moment, endless light bloomed from the sword's edge and blossomed like a flower in his shattered heart.

Excited!

At this moment, the master's body became extremely transparent, as if made of light.

Even the blood was no longer scarlet, but blazing white.

The Master frowned in pain and tried to turn around in rage, but found that all his true energy disappeared in the light and would never return.

At some point, countless cracks that had appeared in his heart of Tao silently appeared on his body, making him become as white as porcelain.

Then he knew he was going to die.

The roar stopped, and the Lord looked at the world in front of him, at the rainstorm that had not yet stopped, and at the people who were returning. The anger in his heart was still there, and his drooping arms were gathering the last of his strength.

Gu Zhuo pulled it out and waited.

Blood splattered on the black shirt.

"Is this the new magical power you have cultivated in this life?" said the Master with his eyes wide open.

Gu Zhuo hummed, looking tired.

After a moment of silence, the Sizhu asked in a hoarse voice, "What's your name?"

Gu Zhuo's eyes fell on his clenched fist, he shook his head, and said slowly: "The way is destroyed and the way is born."

When the word "mie" was spoken, the infinite light suddenly disappeared and returned to one.

Before the Lord Si could even throw his last punch, his body and soul were torn into pieces in pain and rage, and he died.

(End of this chapter)