After the Great Dao died

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At this moment, as Lin Su Ri sees it.

A caravan was slowly making its way through the Cuojin Mountain.

There were many carriages and horses.

Leading the way was a troop of cavalry, about a hundred men, all riding tall horses, wearing silver armor, carrying long spears, and exuding a menacing aura, as they moved forward on the winding mountain road.

Following the cavalry were several ornate carriages, their bodies painted in gold lacquer and their roofs adorned with tasseled beaded curtains that shimmered in the twilight.

Following the carriages came several hundred infantrymen, carrying flags and ceremonial guards, filling the entire mountain road with their imposing presence.

The carriage slowly rolled over the mountain ridge, heading towards Yuanjiang Prefecture.

Chen Lingxi's heart stirred.

"Such a display of power is certainly not that of an ordinary official."

The thought had barely formed when a sudden change occurred.

At the summit of Cuojin Mountain, amidst swirling clouds and mist, a figure emerged from the mountain.

The figure arrived incredibly fast, as if falling from the clouds, leaving a long afterimage in the twilight.

He was dressed in a black robe, with a long sword hanging at his waist.

The sword was not yet drawn, but the chilling killing intent emanating from it, even from dozens of miles away, sent a shiver down Chen Lingxi's spine.

The man landed on the mountain road in front of the caravan, blocking the cavalry's path.

A commotion arose within the cavalry ranks, and the leading general raised his long spear, about to demand an explanation—

The man in black had already drawn his sword!

The blade was too bright.

The light was so bright that Chen Ling felt as if the world had turned white!

It was like a silver ribbon falling from the heavens, stretching across the sky and tearing the twilight in two.

As the blade flashed, the air was torn apart with a sharp whistling sound. The whistling sound was not a single sound, but a continuous, layered sound, like the simultaneous roar of hundreds of people.

The first dozen or so riders, along with their horses, were reduced to dust in the flash of the blade.

Blood and flesh flew everywhere, silver armor shattered, and the long spear broke into several pieces, which clattered to the ground.

"How can this qi and blood be so powerful?"

Chen Lingxi was taken aback.

The cavalry behind them then realized what was happening. Some reined in their horses and retreated, while others charged forward with their spears, and the formation instantly fell into chaos.

But the swordsman had already moved.

He moved through the crowd like a ghost, and with each step he took, he would unleash a slash.

The swordplay was not complicated; in fact, it was extremely simple, consisting of just a slash, a chop, a flick, and a sweep.

But each strike carries a terrifying force capable of destroying cities and fortresses.

The silver armor was as thin as paper, and the long spears were as withered as dry branches. The cavalrymen didn't even have time to scream before they were swallowed up by the flash of the blades.

Within moments, more than half of the hundred-odd cavalrymen had been killed or wounded.

Exclamations came from inside the canopied carriage.

"There's an assassin!"

"Protect the Emperor! Protect the Emperor!"

"Quickly, offer the sacrifices!"

Escort.

Upon hearing those two words, Chen Lingxi's heart tightened suddenly.

Who are the royal relatives sitting in this carriage?

He didn't have time to think.

The swordsman had already cut through the cavalry formation and was charging straight towards the canopy-covered carriage.

At that moment...

A streak of rainbow light pierced the sky in the distance!

The rainbow light arrived extremely quickly, traversing a distance of hundreds of miles, like a rainbow descending from the clouds, and instantly reaching the sky above Cuojin Mountain.

Within the rainbow light, there was a figure.

The person's figure was blurry and indistinct, enveloped in rainbow light, with only a long dress vaguely visible and a token hanging at their waist.

A true light was mixed in with the rainbow light.

That true light is different from rainbow light; it is a pure, dazzling white, like the blazing sun in the sky, so bright that one dares not look directly at it.

The true light separated from the rainbow light, like a sharp sword, and slashed straight at the swordsman.

The swordsman sneered.

"Is there some kind of extraterrestrial demon causing trouble in the palace?"

He twirled his longsword and slashed at the beam of light.

"boom--"

At the moment the blade clashed with the light of the sword, a blinding ball of light exploded on the mountain path.

The shockwave swept outwards, uprooting trees on both sides and sending pebbles flying like rain.

The true light was slightly momentarily stunned by the blade's strike, but it did not dissipate. Instead, it grew even brighter, as if enraged, and began to fight the swordsman.

The swordsman slashed several times, each strike colliding with the true light and exploding into balls of light.

The mountain road was completely destroyed by the bombing, with rubble everywhere, fallen trees, and smoke rising from the scorched earth.

A few breaths later, the swordsman suddenly sheathed his sword and leaped back several feet.

He glanced at the rainbow in the distance, then at the canopied carriage, and snorted coldly.

"I'll come back to kill you another day."

Having said that, he turned and was about to leave.

Just then, the curtain of the canopy carriage was lifted.

A boy got out of the car.

He was about twenty-one or twenty-two years old, with red lips and white teeth, a face like jade, wearing a bright yellow brocade robe, a white jade belt around his waist, and a purple-gold crown on his head.

His face was pale, and there were traces of blood on his lips, clearly indicating that the swordsman's attack had injured him.

But his eyes were extremely calm, without the slightest hint of panic.

He held a precious bottle in his hand.

The bottle was no bigger than the palm of my hand, pure white, with a faint shimmering light emanating from its surface.

The boy held the precious bottle high above his head and tossed it lightly.

The bottle flew out of his hand and hung in mid-air, its mouth facing down.

Then--

A burst of purple aura shot out from the bottle's mouth!

The purple aura was so intense it was almost tangible, like a purple waterfall cascading down from the heavens, dyeing half the sky a purplish-gold hue.

Within the purple aura, faint flashes of lightning crackled and popped.

The swordsman paused.

He turned around, looked at the purple aura, and frowned slightly.

The purple aura was already sweeping towards him.

The precious energy was incomparably sharp, tearing the air apart with countless tiny cracks wherever it passed, like a shattered mirror covered with spiderweb-like patterns.

The swordsman swung his sword to parry.

The clash of sword light and purple aura was different this time.

The purple aura was not dispersed; instead, it clung to the swordsman's longsword as if it were alive.

The swordsman's expression changed slightly. He slashed several times, each strike hitting the purple aura, but he only managed to make it tremble slightly, failing to completely destroy it.

The purple aura tightened its grip, enveloping the swordsman from all directions and trapping him in the center.

The swordsman let out a low roar, and a blinding silver light suddenly burst forth from his longsword.

He unleashed a powerful slash, a strike he delivered with all his might.

The moment the blade clashed with the purple aura, a deafening roar, like the collapse of heaven and earth, echoed through the valley.

The purple aura was finally cleaved open.

The entire purple aura broke in the middle, turning into countless fragments that scattered across the mountains and fields.

The fragments varied in size, some as large as a fist, others as small as a grain of rice. They shimmered with a faint purple light in the twilight, like countless purple fireflies falling to the earth.

The boy's face suddenly turned deathly pale, he spat out a mouthful of blood, swayed twice, and fell backward.

The attendants beside him hurriedly helped him up, and exclamations of surprise arose from all sides.

The swordsman didn't linger in the fight; his figure transformed into a black shadow and vanished into the twilight in an instant.

On Cuojin Mountain, only corpses, broken carriages, scorched earth, and purple fragments scattered across the mountains and fields remained.

Chen Lingxi was dumbfounded.

That purple aura—it was too powerful.

It was strong enough to trap a swordsman who had killed over a hundred cavalrymen with a single strike, and so strong that the swordsman had to use all his strength to barely escape.

And that precious bottle, that young man, that wisp of purple mist…

He had a vague suspicion in his mind.

"This person must be an important figure."

He muttered to himself.

The swordsman came suddenly and left suddenly.

The line "Indeed, there are foreign demons causing trouble in the palace" is particularly intriguing.

Extraterrestrial monsters.

What extraterritorial domain?

What kind of monster is it this time?

And that rainbow light, the true light within the rainbow light, that swordsman…

Chen Lingxi felt that her brain was not working properly.

Just then, Lin Su Ri's gaze suddenly narrowed, and Chen Ling Xi's view changed from the Cuo Jin Mountain to the outside of the East Hall of the South Courtyard!

The golden light in Lin Su Ri's left eye had completely faded, and the green smoke from the burning wooden eye had completely merged with his pupil.

He stood with his hands behind his back, gazing in the direction of Cuojin Mountain, a slight smile playing on his lips.

The smile was very faint, yet it carried an undisguised excitement!

"A tremendous opportunity!"

He muttered to himself.

He paced around the room a few times, his steps light and quick, unlike the usual composed and deep-thinking young master of the Marquis's mansion.

Then he walked to the table and picked up an incense burner.

It was the kind of bronze incense burner that Chen Lingxi had seen countless times, with a ghost face pattern protruding from the body and a stick of incense inserted diagonally inside.

The difference this time was that he did not light incense.

He held the incense burner in his hands, closed his eyes and concentrated, and the spiritual energy in his dantian slowly circulated and flowed into the body of the burner from his palm.

The moment the spiritual energy entered the furnace, Chen Lingxi witnessed an unbelievable scene.

The spiritual energy did not dissipate, but instead changed continuously inside the incense burner, sometimes condensing into a ball, sometimes stretching into a line, and sometimes folding into a surface.

They constantly recombine and rearrange, eventually forming many shapes.

There are a total of thirteen types.

Those shapes were extremely complex, some like twisted snakes, some like coiled vines, some like intersecting lightning bolts, and some like overlapping mountains.

For example...

[Symbol]

He recalled the three talismans Lin Su had drawn with his sword finger on the banks of the Yuan River that night—one gold, one silver, and one black.

The thirteen shapes before me are exactly the same as the three talismans, only more complex and more exquisite.

Chen Ling watched intently, memorizing the newly advanced spiritual energy path.

The talisman formed by spiritual energy slowly rotated in the incense burner, creating a strange resonance with the bronze inner wall of the burner.

The furnace body trembled slightly, emitting a very faint hum.

Then, the incense stick began to melt.

Starting from the top, it gradually turns to ash, as if an invisible hand is crushing it.

The ashes fell to the bottom of the furnace, mixing with the talismans and spiritual energy, gradually melting into a viscous, dark golden liquid.

The liquid flowed slowly at the bottom of the furnace, like mercury spilling onto the ground.

Lin Suri suddenly bit his tongue, spitting a mouthful of blood into the incense burner.

The blood fell into the dark golden liquid and was instantly absorbed, causing the liquid to boil and bubble.

Smoke rose from the furnace.

The mist condensed above the incense burner and lingered for a long time.

Lin Suri activated his spiritual energy again, and the mist slowly contracted, falling back into the incense burner.

He stood up, holding the incense burner.

"A tremendous opportunity!"

His eyes shone brightly, and he repeated it again.

He then pushed open the door of the east hall and strode out of the mansion.

Chen Lingxi's consciousness followed his figure, passing through the covered walkway, through the side gate, and into the long street outside the mansion.

Then--

The journey was shattered.

Lin Su Ri stepped out of the shrine's boundaries.