I come to see Bai Yujing today

Chapter 293 The Cubeless Building Transforms into the Cubeless Bridge

The sword light cascaded down from the heavens like a waterfall.

The power of time contained within the sword light caused the entire Suspended Capital to tremble.

Chen Zhian looked up and saw his father Chen Shuijun's figure appearing and disappearing in the sword light. The four natal swords formed the "Year's End" sword formation, each sword representing the power of a season.

Spring thunder roars, summer rain pours down, autumn frost freezes, and winter snow falls.

Four distinct forces intertwined in the sword light, transforming into an unparalleled river of sword energy.

The gray space was as fragile as paper in the face of this sword energy, crumbling inch by inch.

The towering mountain phantom that Duke Anguo had conjured with the [Lianshan] divine technique crumbled the moment it came into contact with the sword energy.

"What a fine Chen Shuijun!"

A hint of amazement flashed in Duke Anguo's eyes, but more so was solemnity.

His blood-red vertical pupil on his forehead suddenly opened, and an even denser gray-white aura surged out, attempting to block the sword light.

However, the cicadas in the sword light flapped their wings, their chirping resounding through the sky, and the grayish-white mist dissipated quickly, like morning mist meeting the blazing sun.

"The Lian Shan Gui Zang is nothing more than this."

Chen Shuijun's voice echoed amidst the sword light, clearly audible despite the distance of thousands of miles. His sword light not only shattered the Duke of Anguo's divine magic but also left a deep sword mark on the Chitian Tower.

The sword mark contained the power of time, constantly eroding the foundation of the Heavenly Tower.

Just then, the dragon vein of Xuantianjing suddenly trembled.

Song Xiqu, standing shakily in the courtyard on East Street, formed a mudra with his hands and chanted a mysterious incantation.

The capital city trembled, and the dragon vein power of the city was activated by him, transforming into a golden dragon that roared and charged towards the Heavenly Tower.

"Chen Zhian, I will write to you when you return to Xuantianjing."

Song Xiang's voice reached Chen Zhian's ears.

Chen Zhian felt a gentle force lifting him up and pulling him out of the Heavenly Tower. A golden dragon coiled around him, shielding him from the remaining divine pressure of the Duke of Anguo's magic.

Duke Anguo snorted coldly, about to make another move, but then he saw that Chen Zhian's eyes were no longer glazed, but instead flashed a different kind of light.

"Open the Wuju Tower!"

Chen Zhian silently recited in his heart, communicating with the Wuju Tower in Baiyujing.

In the void, an ancient bridge slowly emerged, its body covered with mysterious runes, radiating a mysterious light.

This is the Bridge of No Marks, a passage connecting Baiyujing to the present world, and leading to a new present world.

"Want to go?"

A cold glint flashed in Duke Anguo's eyes. He could not see the Wuju Bridge, but he could vaguely sense the fluctuations in the surrounding space. He raised his hand and sent out a gray-white chain straight towards Chen Zhian.

"Lord Anguo, there will be a long future ahead of us, and we will meet again."

Chen Zhian stood on the Wuju Bridge, gave Duke Anguo a cold look, and then his figure gradually blurred and finally disappeared into the void.

Duke Anguo stood there, gazing in the direction where Chen Zhian had disappeared, his brows furrowed.

He hadn't expected Chen Zhian to possess such abilities, managing to escape right under his nose. Even more surprising was that Chen Shuijun's sword light could break through his [Lianshan] divine technique, giving him a new understanding of Chen Shuijun's strength.

"Chen Shuijun, Chen Zhian..."

Duke Anguo murmured the name, a hint of apprehension flashing in his eyes.

He turned to look at the sword mark on the Chitian Tower. The power of time within the sword mark was still eroding the tower. If it was not dealt with in time, it would probably cause irreversible damage to the Chitian Tower.

Duke Anguo waved his sleeve, and a gray-white aura enveloped the sword mark, attempting to dissolve the power of time within it.

However, Chen Shuijun's sword intent was not so easily neutralized.
The grayish-white aura touched the sword mark and produced a piercing friction sound, as if two completely different forces were fiercely clashing.

Meanwhile, inside the Hanging Palace.

Emperor Zhaofu stood in front of the palace, gazing in the direction of Chitian Tower, a slight smile appearing on his lips.

"This Chen Shuijun actually left such a sword aura on Xiuba Mountain to protect Chen Zhian."

"Your Majesty, regarding this matter..."

The Imperial Preceptor Jiang stood behind Emperor Zhaofu, seemingly wanting to speak but then stopping himself.

Emperor Zhaofu shook his head and said calmly, "The Duke of Anguo bears the heavy responsibility of the fate of our Great Yu Kingdom, so it is alright."

Upon hearing this, Grand Preceptor Jiang sighed inwardly.

In the small courtyard on Xuantian East Street, Song Xiqu sat back down on the futon.

The tea trees not far away swayed in the wind.

At this moment, the old man's eyes still held a hint of surprise.

Originally, Song Xiqu thought that he would have to expend a lot of his lifespan and mobilize the power of many dragon veins to get Chen Zhian to leave Xuantianjing and escape danger.

Little did he expect that Chen Zhian... actually possessed such hidden strength.

"Transcending the void, disappearing without a trace."

Song Xiqu knew that Chen Zhian had many secrets: "Is it an extremely mysterious treasure? Or is it something that can only be obtained with the help of a master?"

He thought about it, but he still couldn't figure it out.

So he gently shook his head, picked up the paper and pen on the table in front of him, and wrote a few lines.

He then tossed the paper aside lightly.

A gentle breeze blew by, and the paper floated into the Heavenly Palace like a butterfly.

"And your army seems to have gained considerable strength... I'll help you cover it up."

"When you return, this Heavenly Net Army will be ready to don its armor."

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The Bridge Without Dimensions is ethereal and indistinct.

As Chen Zhian stood in this ethereal void, a flood of information quietly entered his mind.

"With just a thought, I can leave the Wuju Bridge and go to Jiao Nu's side."

He breathed a sigh of relief, still feeling lingering fear.

If it weren't for the lingering sword energy left by his father, and if Prime Minister Song hadn't activated the power of the dragon vein, he probably wouldn't have been able to escape today.

"Duke of Anguo"

Chen Zhian clenched his fist, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.

He hadn't expected the Anguo Guild to be so powerful.

"I originally thought that with the Wuju Tower, I could roam freely throughout the world."

"But in front of a powerful figure like Duke Anguo, divine magic can lock the void, lock my primordial spirit and true essence. I can't even easily communicate with Baiyujing, let alone communicate with Wuju Tower and build Wuju Bridge."

"Moreover... if I hadn't offered up a Heavenly Soul as a sacrifice, I'm afraid this Bridge of No Rules wouldn't have been able to support my physical body."

So... if my cultivation continues to improve, wouldn't the Boundless Bridge constructed by the primordial spirit of a Heavenly Palace expert be completely unable to allow me to roam freely throughout the world?

"My body and primordial spirit seemed to be much heavier than those of a powerful figure like Lin Ting on the Bridge of No Bounds."

Is it because I am the Lord of Baiyujing?

Chen Zhian looked at the ethereal and uncertain void, feeling somewhat puzzled.

"Very well! Stepping onto the Bridge of No Boundaries today has given me a better understanding of my own weight... In the future, when I encounter enemies, I must never rely entirely on the Bridge of No Boundaries... Once I enter the Mysterious Pool, apart from that Creation Primordial Spirit of Gu Yangzi, the Bridge of No Boundaries will certainly be unable to support me after the sacrifice of those ordinary Heavenly Primordial Spirits."

Chen Zhian's eyes flickered.

"In any case, we must improve our cultivation level as soon as possible."

With this thought in mind, he no longer hesitated.

As soon as he had a thought, the ethereal void around him instantly moved.

A bridge actually appeared beneath Chen Zhian's feet.

He walked along the bridge until the ethereal void was filled with more clouds, more dazzling sunlight, and more mountains and rivers.

"Is this the Ya Hai County?"

Chen Zhian stood in the cloud-shrouded area, looking down at the vast emptiness. Before him were mountains, and between them lay a large lake.

"...mountain lakes...many people live along the lakes, which is probably the origin of the name 'Ya Hai' (cliff and sea)."

Chen Zhian murmured to himself.

As soon as his thoughts raced, a miraculous scene unfolded.

But then, behind Chen Zhian, a statue of Lu Wu suddenly appeared and then vanished into nothingness.

Immediately afterwards, in that void, the divine form of a celestial king appeared.

He was called a Heavenly King... but he had none of the bearing of a Heavenly King; he looked more like a deity.

This divine figure was dressed in white, with blurred features, yet possessed an ethereal and otherworldly air. He had no trace of majesty or murderous aura, which was quite peculiar.

"Since this Dharma form of the Killing King fell into Nanliujing, it has become increasingly different."

As Chen Zhian pondered this, he activated the [My Cocoon].

The Cocoon of Heaven and Earth allowed Chen Zhian to completely disappear into nothingness, merging him with the surrounding winds and clouds, and even the distant mountains, making him vanish without a trace.

Ordinary experts simply cannot detect him through his divine essence.

In addition... Chen Zhian's physique began to change.

His already tall frame grew even taller, and his once refined and handsome face became even more heroic, with a hint of ferocity in his brows.

In the blink of an eye, he was completely unrecognizable from his previous appearance!
"This method of 'I see through the cocoon' is truly profound! Ordinary people, unless they suspect me and use their divine creation techniques to investigate me, cannot see through my true identity by using only supernatural powers or their primordial spirit."

Chen Zhian took a deep breath.

And then there's the jade token at his waist, and the sword and knife.

"Since we must conceal our identities, we can no longer use the Jade Token Sword."

The Jade Token Sword was bestowed upon him by Emperor Zhaofu.

There are many talented people in the Great Qian Dynasty, and it's hard to guarantee that they won't be seen through by others.

"The Tiger Soul Blade is indeed unavoidable; it's a precious blade forged at 40,000 forgings, and Li Bodu obtained it by chance."

Furthermore, Li Bodu's cultivation level at the Xuanfu stage wasn't that of a peerless genius, and his reputation didn't even reach the Great Qian Dynasty.

As Chen Zhian thought of this, he reached out and a longbow appeared in his hand.

It was Li Bodu's Chu Emperor Bow.

"The Chu Emperor's Bow was also obtained by Li Bodu by chance. Li Bodu has never even used this second-grade Xuan treasure. When I use this bow, no one else can see any flaws."

Speaking of longbows, Chen Zhian also possesses a first-grade Xuanbao-level Zangding Bow.

However, this Zangding Bow is quite famous, as it is a family heirloom of the He family of Zangding Prefecture in the Great Yu Dynasty.

When the Zangding Bow is drawn, the mountains and rivers tremble, as if an emperor were casting a tripod to represent mountains and rivers. The spectacle is extraordinary. Using this bow is not considered a safe option.

And more importantly...

"With my current Xuanlou cultivation level, I am simply unable to fully activate the first-grade Xuanbao level Cangding Bow. In my hands, the Cangding Bow is no different from the Chu Emperor Bow."

Chen Zhian silently carried the Chu Imperial Palace on his back.

The mountain and star pattern on his robe gradually disappeared, and as the robe vanished, a long black robe covered him.

This black robe was also one of Chen Zhian's spoils of war, but it was quite ordinary; it was just a magical treasure.

As Chen Zhian thought of this, his eyes suddenly flickered.

His body then fell from the clouds and into the mountains.

The distant mountains are covered in ice and snow.

Beneath the ice and snow, however, lies a vibrant life.

Even in this winter, many trees have already sprouted new buds.

"This Yahai County is quite a rich place. As far as the eye can see, there is black soil. The soil is fertile, and if medicinal herbs are planted, the yield will not be small."

"However... how come there are so few people and animals on such fertile mountains?"

Chen Zhian stood on a mountaintop, gazing into the distance, and saw several cities nestled among the mountains.

"Perhaps all the people from the mountains have gathered in the city."

"That's good, that way it will be much quieter."

There are still more than ten days until the opening of the Daoxia Immortal Palace, as Jiao Nu mentioned.

Chen Zhian planned to rest and recuperate in these mountains... and take this opportunity to forge a set of armor for himself.

He then went into the mountains and stood in the crevices of the mountains, in places rarely visited by people.

He simply flicked his fingers lightly.

Suddenly, numerous precious artifacts appeared suspended in the void.

Chen Zhian's divine essence swept through these treasures of heaven and earth.

After a dozen or so breaths, more than thirty kinds of ores and materials flew out from these treasures.

"The people of Tianque are indeed profound in their knowledge and experience."

These treasures came from He Chongjing, the prefect of Cangding Prefecture, the leader of the Quhuo Sect, Liu Wuqi, and Lin Hu, the White Tiger Monarch!

Chen Zhian was not good at weapon crafting... in fact, he knew absolutely nothing about it.

But as these ores and materials hung in the air, Chen Zhian remained calm and pointed into the air.

In an instant!
The Green Mountain Tower in Baiyujing suddenly shone brightly.

On the third floor of Qingshan Tower, a faint, ethereal figure of a deity wielding a hammer appeared.

The light of the South Flowing Light shone upon the hammer-wielding god.

The divine being instantly transformed into a stream of light, merging with the radiance of Nan Liujing.

At that moment, the light emanating from Nan Liujing pierced through the void and landed on Chen Zhian.

Chen Zhian's demeanor changed instantly!

He gently reached out his hand!
His immense true energy flowed out and instantly transformed into a giant hammer.

Another portion of true essence began to burn, and the incredibly mysterious [Forging Fire] burned fiercely.

At this moment...

Chen Zhian's eyes flashed as they landed on the dozens of ores and materials.

The properties of these ores and materials seemed to be seen through by "Chen Zhian" at a glance.

Mysterious Cold Iron, Dragon Blood Wood Marrow, Netherworld Silkworm Silk, Crimson Fire Copper, Thunder Pattern Gold, Meteorite Sand, Formless Stone, Nine-Aperture Spirit Jade...

With a flick of his finger, Chen Zhian caused the [Forging Fire] formed from his true essence to surge suddenly, transforming into a blue-white sea of ​​fire.

The Xuanming Cold Iron was the first to be thrown into the fire. The cold iron clashed with the fire, emitting a piercing hiss, but the [Forging Fire] forced out the impurities, turning it into a pool of dark blue molten iron.

The great hammer, formed from condensed true essence in the void, crashed down with a deafening roar. Crimson Fire Copper and Thunder Pattern Gold were crushed by the hammer's edge, sparks flying everywhere like a meteor shower.

Chen Zhian formed hand seals, and with each hammer blow, a rune was imprinted into the material. After a thousand hammer blows, the metal gradually stretched into the shape of armor, and fine lightning and fire patterns appeared on the surface.

Dragon blood wood marrow and ghost silkworm silk intertwine to form threads that weave through the gaps in the armor plates with the shadow of the hammer.

Chen Zhian's breathing was synchronized with the hammer strikes, each strike resonating with the Baiyujing Qingshan Tower, and the phantom of the hammer-wielding deity manifested behind him.

The meteorite sand was whipped up by the hammer wind, swirling around the armor like a galaxy, with the sand grains embedding into the armor surface to form a star-shaped protective array.

As the final [Seal Technique] was unleashed, the refined essence was forged into a stream of light by [Forging Fire] and poured into the heart of the armor.

The entire suit of armor trembled suddenly, the Nine Aperture Spirit Jade lit up on the shoulder armor, and the Formless Stone flowed to the surface of the armor, concealing all auras into nothingness.

Chen Zhian let out a low shout, and his armor flew into the air, transforming into a stream of black light that covered his body.

"It's done!"

A glint of light shone in Chen Zhian's eyes, and a slight smile appeared on his lips.

Just then, Chen Zhian suddenly heard someone praising loudly!
"Excellent technique! Excellent forging!"

(End of this chapter)