The Primordial Law

Chapter 539 Burial in Thirty Miles of Snow

The water was as smooth as a mirror. On the bow of the small boat, An Xianjing stood quietly, holding prayer beads and gazing into the distance, her brows slightly furrowed.

The Sixfold Burning Karma that Li Weiyi cultivated was excessively powerful.

She had cultivated this technique for hundreds of years, constantly refining and perfecting it, and understood its mysteries better than anyone else.

When combined with mental power, the Sixfold Burning Karma indeed possesses the power of an imperial technique. However, Li Weiyi's third level, "Karmic Fire Transformation," is clearly more powerful than the third level of an imperial technique.

It's unimaginable what kind of power he would unleash if he cultivated the fourth level, "Vajra Wrathful Eyes".

"His Seven-Clawed Flaming Heavenly Dragon Dharma Qi and Golden Crow Flaming Mental Power Aura are both extraordinary fires with astonishing quality. The combination of the two is simply bringing the Six Like Burning Karma to its extreme."

"If I cultivate the Vajra Wrathful Eyes technique, is it possible to break through the shackles of the Wind Palace by leveraging the power of Daoist arts?"

……

The Hidden Lord, wielding a bronze pen, skimmed across the sea, seven talismans flying from his sleeve and striking Yao Qian, who was being torn apart by the Golden Crow.

We must seize this opportunity to kill him.

The power of the seventh-grade thousand-character armor on Yao Qian's body erupted. The scriptures on the armor flashed and scattered with a ghostly light. The power was stronger and stronger, and with a bang, it shattered the Golden Crow of Flames.

At this moment, he finally realized that Li Weiyi was not exaggerating. With his secret technique of combining mind and martial arts, his combat power was so great that he was definitely not among the weakest in the first realm of immortality, and was enough to threaten him.

"That's enough for today! I will tell the world about your strength at the Dao Seed Realm, Li Weiyi, and make you famous."

Yao Qian's figure transformed into a swift black shadow, like a dragon, swooping down towards the sea.

The Hidden Lord knew that the Nether Dragon Prince's armor was called the "Water Dragon Scale Armor," which transformed into a dragon upon encountering water, making it incredibly fast in the water, and even the Great Longevity cultivator could not catch up with it.

"This so-called gentleman, in his actions, is utterly devoid of any gentlemanly demeanor. I have waited three long years for this day; where do you think you're going now?"

In the ancestral fields of the Hidden Lord, a white banner flew out and suddenly pierced the sea.

The banner stands upright in the water, unyielding.

"Wow!"

The dense array of patterns spread rapidly across the sea surface, centered on the flagpole.

This is a priceless treasure of the Cangli tribe, a protective banner that only the head of each generation can wield. The runes on it were inscribed by a powerful Holy Spirit Master from our ancestors.

Yao Qian saw the array of patterns on the sea surface, his eyes narrowed, and he swung his sword.

A chilling aura bursts forth from the sword's edge, and scriptures fly everywhere.

It failed to break through, only leaving a ripple of sword marks.

"boom!"

The next instant, his body collided with the array patterns, and he tumbled away.

The seawater beneath the white array was severely dented by his impact, creating a wave ten feet high.

The seven talismans that were closely following Yao Qian emitted a piercing sound as they struck Yao Qian from seven different directions, creating seven booming sounds and knocking him back seven times.

"Bang! Bang! Bang..."

The talisman collided with the water dragon scale armor, creating seven consecutive fiery clouds.

Yao Qian spat out a mouthful of blood, and parts of his black scale armor were burned dark red by the talisman fire, becoming extremely hot.

The seven talismans were incredibly powerful, each a priceless treasure. It could be said that the Hidden Lord had spared no effort and held nothing back in his attempt to kill Yao Qian.

Yao Qian had just shattered seven talismans, and the surging magical energy within his body had not yet subsided when he heard dragon roars, the wind howled, and lightning flashed.

Two enormous dragon souls drew upon the power of clouds and thunder, coiling around him.

Li Weiyi hovered in mid-air, continuously channeling his magical energy into the Purple Heaven Thunder Seal.

The purple lightning emitted by this ancient seal gradually intensified, roaring and vibrating the air, revealing a trace of the original power of the swastika artifact. Logically speaking, only the magical energy of a Great Longevity cultivator could unleash even a portion of the original power of the swastika artifact, preventing it from becoming tarnished.

Below, on the sea surface, the Hidden Lord held a Yin Banner in one hand and wielded a bronze pen in the other, running swiftly to close the distance.

The bristles of the bronze pen, like a white waterfall or a volley of arrows, shot out, covering a distance of a mile, and before the Hidden Lord's true form could reach, they coiled around Yao Qian.

"So it was you, Li Songgu, who killed Fu Wenyan."

Yao Qian knew all too well how terrifying the Purple Heaven Thunder Seal and the Bronze Brush were; even with the Water Dragon Scale Armor, he couldn't withstand them head-on.

"Wow!"

His eyes were sharp. From his ancestral field, he released a breath of magical energy and scriptures bestowed by Yang Shenjing, which instantly shattered the two dragon souls and surged towards Yin Jun and Li Weiyi like a tidal wave.

The bristles of the bronze brush were scattered and flew backward by the force of the magical energy.

The Hidden Lord held the Yin Banner horizontally, forming a circular array shield to block the surging tide of magical energy. His body was knocked backward by the impact.

Li Wei frowned and had no choice but to use the Purple Heaven Thunder Seal to defend.

Dozens of purple lightning bolts shot out from the bottom of the lightning seal, their light dazzling and their sound deafening, colliding with the surging tide of magical energy. With his current combat strength, he was no longer so afraid of a single breath of magical energy from the Great Longevity.

Yao Qian fought off Yin Jun and Li Weiyi, then broke through the encirclement and plunged into the water with a splash.

"Oops!"

Li Weiyi used his telekinetic powers to lock onto Yao Qian, pursued him closely, and plunged into the water.

A moment later, they caught up with Yao Qian in the water.

Li Weiyi was puzzled, not understanding why Yao Qian did not activate the power of the armor on his body.
Yao Qian did activate his armor, but the water around him seemed to transform into ropes, binding him and restricting his speed.

"boom!"

"Boom!"

The two fought fiercely in the water, then broke through the surface of the sea and soared into the sky.

The hidden king who caught up was stunned. He thought that Yao Qian would escape again this time, but he did not expect Li Weiyi to be so capable that he actually stopped him in the water.

So he struck out the governor's seal and aimed it at the heavens.

Yao Qian was already injured and had no will to fight. He only wanted to escape immediately. He was also filled with doubt and suspicion, guessing that a powerful figure was hiding nearby and using Taoist magic to block him.

Could this person be An Xianjing?

Under such circumstances, he could not exert 70% of his full combat power and was unable to dodge, and was hit by the governor's seal.

"Oh!"

The impact pierced through the armor and landed on the flesh, breaking bones and leaving a bloody mess. It made a dull thud as it was thrown diagonally towards the sea.

Blood seeped from the gaps in the armor scales.

……

After killing three Dao Seed Realm martial artists who had escaped, Yang Qingxi and Yang Qingchan, wearing invisibility cloaks, cautiously made their way towards the sea area from which the battle's fluctuations had originated.

“I don’t understand. We could have just left and escaped back to Daojing. At worst, we could have just avoided him in the future. Why did we have to kill those three? If we’re exposed, the higher-ups won’t let us off the hook,” Yang Qingchan said.

Yang Qingxi was also thinking about this issue.

why?
Even the most rational person, at times, acts solely on their feelings at the moment. Even if they regret it afterward, they will never admit that they were wrong.

Yang Qingchan continued, "Are you really planning to go to him with the heads of those three? Over there are Yao Qian and your grandfather Yang Yin. It's hard to say who will win. He doesn't think much of you. Compared to Zuoqiu Hongting, Yao Yin, and Wu Hongling, you, Yang Qingxi, are full of sins, your hands are stained with blood, and your talent is as worthless as dust. You're just being wishful."

Yang Qingxi walked straight ahead, her feet treading on the water: "I don't need him to look up to me! Does high talent necessarily mean flying high? Rice people are meant to emerge from the mud and look up at the blue sky. Being born low doesn't mean I can never catch up. They may be ten or twenty years ahead of me, but I will catch up for a hundred years, a thousand years... What I'm fighting for is not just for a moment, but for the endless cycle of life."

"A single rice plant in the vast ocean, towering like ten thousand trees under the sky. To follow benevolence is to become food, to follow rice is to become a wolf. This is the fate of benevolent rice, and the choice that rice farmers must make."

Yang Qingchan stared at the horizon, her eyes wide with shock: "Is that... Yao Qian and Li Weiyi?"

Twenty miles away, above the sea, snow, rain, and dark clouds spread out, followed by a fiery cloud and lightning.

Amidst the snow, rain, and dark clouds, it was clearly Yao Qian. His Water Dragon Scale Armor had been shrunk and disappeared after being struck, leaving him covered in blood, disheveled, and extremely wretched.

Li Weiyi rode on fiery clouds, wielding lightning, shouting as he pursued.

Yang Qingxi exclaimed in disbelief, "How is this possible?"

Holding the Yin Banner, Yin Jun pursued closely on the sea, constantly using array patterns to block the seawater, not giving Yao Qian another chance to escape into the water.

He was shocked and speechless. He had thought he was the main force in this battle, the key to victory or defeat. Unexpectedly, he had become Li Weiyi's only assistant.

If the hidden members of the Hidden Sect found out about this, they would lose all face.

"Boom!"

Li Weiyi, wielding the combined power of seven Phoenix-Winged Moth Queens, struck Yao Qian with a single palm strike, sending him flying several miles before crashing into a cliff face on a small island.

A large section of the cliff face collapsed.

"Shh!"

The Yellow Dragon Sword transformed into a yellow dragon of light and shadow, descending from the sky, piercing through the rocks, and penetrating Yao Qian's chest, pinning his body firmly to the ground.

Two figures flashed.

Yin Jun and Li Wei arrived on the island one after the other and appeared beside Yao Qian.

Fearing that Yao Qian might have other trump cards up his sleeve, Yin Jun immediately thrust the pole of his Yin Banner through Yao Qian's neck, killing him instantly and not wanting any further accidents.

"Hey!"

Blood gushed from Yao Qian's mouth, his eyes bulged, his gaze filled with resentment, and his body grew colder and colder.

Yin Jun gripped the flagpole tightly, his eyes widening even more than Yao Qian's. His heart pounded, his blood boiling, and he could hardly believe it was real.

It's important to know that many people hold Yao Qian in high esteem, believing he will be the next Yang Shenjing and has even caught the eye of the Second Palace Master. Such a person, barring the drastic changes in the Lingxiao Realm, is destined for great success and has an unlimited future.

Now, however, it has turned into a cold, lifeless corpse, lying at my feet.

The sound of blood dripping was so distinct that time seemed to stand still.

Li Weiyi remained silent for a long time before finally letting out a long sigh. She felt little joy, but rather a deep sense of感慨 (gǎnkǎi, a complex emotion encompassing both sadness and reflection). Yao Qian, on his deathbed, must have had many things he wanted to say, but he couldn't utter a single word.

In my mind, I couldn't help but recall the first time I met Yao Qian.

Thirty miles of snow—what a formidable reputation, what an enviable level of cultivation! Now, in an instant, it has all turned to dust.

Then he started thinking about other strange things, such as why Yao Qian didn't use the Immortal Killing God Snow Fourteen Swords, and whether Tang Wanzhou actually taught him.
As the runes on the Yin Banner receded, the sea breeze blew over.

"Zheng!"

Li Weiyi gathered his chaotic thoughts, pulled out the sword piercing Yao Qian's chest, flicked his wrist, splattering the blood from the sword onto the ground, and asked, "Where is Yang Yin?"

(End of this chapter)