Daqin Zhentiansi

Chapter 413: A Thunder Dao Technique and a Dual Cultivation Technique

Yunmeng Cave Heaven is a cave heaven where the great forces of Confucianism, Taoism and humanity converge, and its vastness seems to have no end.

In the painting of Chunshan Cave Heaven, Zhang Yuan's own Confucianism and Taoism were condensed into the Cave Mystery. With the help of the power of Qingyun Immortal Sect, he opened up thousands of miles of mountains and rivers. He was a rare person in the world at the Cave Mystery level.

The power of these two caves is gathered in a sword and a drop of water.

This drop of water carries the weight of the abyss!

Looking at the water droplets, Zhang Yuan felt a surge of emotion in his heart.

Ji Yuntang once said that only by leaving Yongtianzhou can one realize the greatness of the Dao and experience the joy of moving mountains with a wave of his hands.

At this moment, Zhang Yuan felt this unrestrained and refreshing feeling.

But what he admired even more was the courage of the countless powerful ancestors on Yongtianzhou to protect Yongtianzhou and seal the Great Dao.

If the Great Dao was not sealed, every cultivator would have to go through a hundred times of hardship. How could they have such combat power outside Yongtianzhou?
It is precisely because the avenue on Yongtianzhou is suppressed and the foundation is constantly condensed and compressed that it has a power that people dare not underestimate.

Although the Qin Dynasty retreated to Yongtianzhou, it was actually shrinking its fist and accumulating strength.

No immortal or demonic force outside of Yongtianzhou would easily set foot in the territory of Daqin.

“What kind of sword skills can achieve this…” Mu Lingxiao, the elite genius of the younger generation of Qingyun Immortal Sect, stood in the distance, looking at the water droplets that condensed the power of the two caves, and whispered blankly.

In this world, whether it is swordsmanship, magic or martial arts, no matter what means are used, they are all carriers of power.

Even the power of the cave heaven requires a means of carrying it to mobilize this power and unleash the greatest combat power.

There are cultivators who do not practice the art of war and have no means of protecting themselves. They condense the cave heaven, but only know how to use the power of the cave heaven to suppress others. In a real battle, they are far from being the match of the warriors of the same level.

The way of the sword is the most advanced method in the art of war.

"The power of a world is concentrated in a drop of water. According to Buddhist legend, one flower is a world, one leaf is a bodhi..."

Xun Lin looked at the water droplets hanging high in the sky and spoke softly.

The power of Confucianism and the enlightenment of Buddhism.

Looking at Zhang Yuan again at this time, he felt even more emotional.

They all practiced Confucianism, they all practiced swordsmanship, they all entered the realm of Buddhism, and they all believed that traveling thousands of miles was like reading thousands of books.

But Zhang Yuan actually combined Confucianism, Buddhism, and swordsmanship into one.

"The great paths of the world all lead to the same destination. This kid must have felt the power of freedom before." The Master stood a thousand miles away, his lips twitching slightly.

The sword light outside Meng Haoran was bright, and there seemed to be stars shining in his eyes.

The expression of Feng Qingyue, the elder of the Netherworld Demon Sect, changed, and the eyes of the several Demon Sect elites behind him all flashed with anticipation.

On Qingyun Mountain, outside the main hall, whether it was the sect leader Wu Yunzi or the other elders at the Grandmaster level, they all had solemn expressions as they looked up at the Qingyun Sword in the sky and the water droplets hanging quietly on the Qingyun Sword.

"Om-"

The water drop finally fell at this moment.

It looks like a drop of water falling from the sky.

The speed is not fast, and it even fluctuates with the wind, making it a bit erratic.

But when the water droplets hit the edge of the Qingyun Sword, the entire sky within a radius of a thousand miles seemed to darken in an instant.

The Qingyun Sword retreated inch by inch and fell down.

Pressed down by a drop of water, the immortal sword Qingyun Sword fell from the sky.

"boom--"

The Qingyun Sword smashed into the light curtain held up by the mountain protection formation, and the ancient inscriptions outside the nine ten-thousand-foot-long green dragon phantoms exploded.

The Baili Tai Chi Bagua diagram condensed by the mountain protection formation shook and twisted, unable to stop the falling sword, and was directly torn into a horizontal crack.

The Qingyun Sword wailed mournfully and flew away.

The water droplets falling from the sky broke through the Qingyun Immortal Sect's mountain protection formation and crashed into the thousand-foot bluestone square in front of the mountain gate.

"boom--"

Mud and rocks collapsed, and rocks fell like rain, even the white jade mountain gate shattered and collapsed.

A huge pit, one hundred feet deep and ten thousand feet in diameter, appeared at the gate of Qingyun Mountain.

In this vast area, sword energy swirled like rising clouds.

This sword energy is not the result of Zhang Yuan's sword power alone, but the result of the sword power of everyone.

There are countless cracks in the vast world, and each crack reveals a hint of swordsmanship.

A drop of water hovered a hundred feet in the air before the Qingyun Immortal Sect's mountain gate. At that moment, aside from the roar of collapsing rocks, the entire area within a thousand miles was completely silent.

There was a flash of brilliant light in everyone's eyes.

The Qingyun Immortal Sect's mountain protection formation was broken.

Zhang Juzheng of Bailu Academy broke the Qingyun Immortal Sect's mountain protection formation with two swords!
"boom--"

When the last ray of green light protecting the mountain disappeared, all the swords within a thousand miles radius rang out in unison.

This is the resonant mark of the laws of swordsmanship!
Zhang Juzheng used the Thousand Mile Sword to break the Qingyun Immortal Sect's mountain protection formation. Everyone's sword insights condensed and turned into a resonance mark!

"Turning the cave heaven into dust..." Feng Qingyue, the elder of the Netherworld Demon Sect, tightly grasped the bone flute in his sleeve, his expression changing, "This boy has touched the realm of creation of 'Mustard Seed Sumeru'!"

When practicing in the Dongxuan realm, one first reaches the vastness, then gathers the tiny particles, and finally forms the world of Dongtian, where one can be free and leisurely.

Zhang Juzheng had just entered the Dongxuan realm, but he had already touched this realm...

Meng Haoran looked at the place in front of the Qingyun Immortal Sect’s mountain gate where sword light was swirling for thousands of feet, and the sword intent in his body suddenly subsided.

His expression turned calm, and he chuckled softly, "So the end of the sword path... is without a sword."

The mighty power flowed through his body, and in a flash of sword light, the shadow of a hundred-foot-long sword rose straight into the sky.

The way of the sword is profound, the natal sword is in the cave of heaven, stepping into the cave of heaven and turning into dust!
After observing and understanding Zhang Yuan's sword, Meng Haoran, the dean of Haoran Academy, made a breakthrough in swordsmanship, and both Confucianism, Taoism and swordsmanship reached the peak!

Outside Meng Haoran's body, the mighty sword intent and Haoran's power combined, causing the sword light that soared into the sky to vibrate.

In the back, Xun Lin looked at this scene with surprise on his face.

If my teacher breaks through in cultivation, he will be truly qualified to support the four major Confucian and Taoist academies in Qingtian Continent.

On both sides of the river, countless practitioners around cast their eyes on the sword intent concentrated by Meng Haoran, their faces full of envy and respect.

Even Mu Lingxiao stared blankly with a complicated expression.

If he had let go of his pride and lent his sword to Zhang Juzheng, would he be among those who have broken through now?

Zhang Yuan's gaze turned to Meng Haoran.

After all, he is the president of one of the four major academies, Meng Haoran, who practices both Confucianism and swordsmanship. For a person like him, his talent and comprehension are really beyond explanation.

Is Meng Haoran’s breakthrough an unexpected surprise on this trip to Qingyun Immortal Sect?

Zhang Yuan's aura vibrated, he held the Yunmeng fan in his hand, stepped forward, and his body turned into a stream of wind.

"Zhang Juzheng of Bailu Mountain is seeking justice for the scholars and common people of Yuning City. Please ask the Qingyun Immortal Sect for an explanation."

The sound was so loud that it caused clouds and thunder to surge.

At this moment, no one was walking with Zhang Yuan anymore.

no need.

Two swords broke the Qingyun Immortal Sect's mountain protection formation. Why did a genius like Zhang Juzheng need to join?
On Qingyun Mountain, green fairy light rises, and clouds gather and disperse over the entire mountain.

"My Qingyun Immortal Sect is willing to offer five million taels of gold, and arrange for three thousand disciples to go to Yuning City to participate in the reconstruction, and gather all the disciples to hold an altar for the sacrifice ceremony."

"Mr. Zhang, how sincere is my Qingyun Immortal Sect?"

On Qingyun Mountain, Wuyunzi's voice was heard.

The conditions are almost the same as those of the Leiyin Temple in Buddhism.

"Master Wuyunzi, I have opened this sword pool where ten thousand sword intentions converge for your sect. Shouldn't your sect express its gratitude?"

Zhang Yuan looked calm and spoke in a clear voice.

A sword pool where thousands of sword intentions converge.

The place where sword marks with a radius of ten thousand feet converge outside the mountain gate of Qingyun Immortal Sect is indeed a sword pool that contains endless opportunities.

Anyone who practices swordsmanship and contemplates this place is very likely to gain insights.

On Qingyun Mountain, Wuyunzi pondered for a moment and then asked, "What do you want, Mr. Zhang?"

Zhang Yuan raised his head and said loudly, "I want two cultivation books."

"One is the technique of thunder and lightning, and the other is the technique of dual cultivation."

"Shuang, Xiu?" Wu Yunzi's voice was filled with astonishment.

Double cultivation?

Countless practitioners around Qingyun Mountain looked up, their faces twitching.

(End of this chapter)