My cultivation method shines upon all heavens.

Chapter 82 The dream ends at dusk, the person is gone; a storm rages down the west tower.

The yellow vortex paused abruptly, then expanded wildly.

The air currents reversed, the sky trembled, revealing an unprecedented sense of panic.

Zhang Jiao's eyes were filled with sorrow as he watched the seventy-two blood-red pillars of light rapidly dim.

He suddenly raised his head, his beard and hair flying wildly, his voice shaking heaven and earth: "All sins have been committed upon me—I only wish that everyone in the world could be like a dragon!"

As soon as he finished speaking, his life essence and blood surged forth, like a dark red rain of blood pouring down, all of it soaking into the world-suppressing yellow talisman.

In an instant, the yellow talisman shone with a brilliant crimson light.

The blazing divine light shot straight into the sky, actually managing to engulf the ten-thousand-foot-long azure dragon.

Zhang Jiao himself and the nearly uncontrollable yellow vortex were tightly bound together and forcibly dragged towards the heavens.

"Zhang Jiao—how dare you scheme against us!!"

"hold head high-!!!"

The furious roars of despair and the dying howls of the azure dragon echoed wildly between heaven and earth, but they were all suppressed and gradually disintegrated by the supreme power of the talisman.

Yellow talismans covered the sky and blocked out the sun, plunging the world into darkness.

A fierce wind swept through the clouds, thunder roared, and countless bolts of azure lightning struck down relentlessly.

The talisman trembled violently, yet it still steadily and slowly rose into the air.

Like a lone boat carrying the destiny of the entire human race, it breaks through the sea of ​​tribulations and thunder, sailing towards the unknown shore of chaos.

"Boom—!"

Large raindrops fell and slid down Lu Ming's cheeks.

He stood on the roof beam, watching all the pillars of light in the sky dim and disappear, his expression complex and unreadable: "This formation—why is it so similar to the Demon-Locking Formation? All beings sacrificed themselves, their blood offered to heaven and earth—"

He murmured to himself, then his expression changed drastically, and he moved quickly, running towards the outside of the city.

If what he predicted is true, he fears he will completely miss out on the "Yellow Heaven Great Law".

Thunder roared and torrential rain poured down.

Countless houses collapsed along the way, and people sat on the ruins, their cries heart-wrenching and ear-scratching.

Lu Ming quickly found Xie Muyan and the others who were patrolling the streets. He gave them a few instructions in a deep voice, telling them to lead the Yin Hu Guards to settle the people before heading out of the city.

The air around Thousand Eyes Mountain was thick with the stench of blood.

When Lu Ming appeared at the foot of the mountain, his pupils suddenly contracted.

At the foot of the mountain, on one side, countless refugees were kowtowing devoutly, their bodies completely withered like rotten wood.

Even in death, their faces were filled with fervor and anticipation, as if they had seen some beautiful other shore;

On the other side, countless demons had their blood completely drained, their faces contorted and twisted, clearly filled with struggle and resentment before their deaths.

"So it turns out—the demons weren't colluding with the Way of Peace, but were controlled by it?"

The talismans of the Taiping Dao are mysterious and unpredictable. He was not surprised at all that a talisman capable of controlling demons had appeared.

His expression was solemn, and with a flash, he quickly darted up the mountain.

Along the way, there were only refugees and demons bowing their heads and dying, and among them were dozens of Taoist priests, each with a final expression frozen on their face.

He soon reached the top of the mountain.

A nine-story tower stands tall, enveloped in a thick layer of bloody light, like a still-beating heart.

At the bottom of the tower, three Taoist priests and a giant white wolf knelt with their heads bowed, completely silent.

A withered giant eagle hangs atop the tower, its face filled with despair, its former domineering and ferocious expression gone.

"This is the martyrdom of all beings—a blood sacrifice to heaven and earth—"

Lu Ming murmured softly.

He looked at the figure at the top of the tower, and with a swift movement, leaped several times across the giant tower before landing behind the figure.

"You've arrived."

As soon as he stood still, the man slowly turned around and gave him a slight smile.

Yun Changfeng's face was as pale as paper, and his body swayed precariously, as if he could be blown away at any moment by the howling wind.

"What have the refugees done—why are you doing this?"

Lu Ming's face turned ashen. Recalling what he had seen along the way, he couldn't help but shout angrily.

Upon hearing this, Yun Changfeng showed no anger whatsoever. Instead, a relieved smile appeared on his pale face: "Everyone says that Centurion Lu is ruthless and will stop at nothing to destroy his family and clan—but after seeing him today, I know that all of that is false."

Lu Ming didn't speak, he just stared at him coldly.

A gust of wind swept by, and Yun Changfeng staggered. After barely regaining his balance, he weakly spoke: "This world is riddled with holes—but there are always people patching it up."

"The great and virtuous teacher is, I am—and they are too."

"I had already told them the consequences—they all did it voluntarily."

Lu Ming's face turned cold.

Although he didn't know what the other person meant, he had a vague idea of ​​what they meant.

However, how despicable it is to lure ordinary people to their deaths with the promise of righteousness!

He was agitated, but quickly calmed down.

Everyone has their own choices, and no one has the right to interfere with the cause and effect of others.

He took a deep breath, calmed himself, and slowly spoke: "The four powerful forces have been completely eradicated by me—what about the 'Yellow Heaven Great Law' you promised me?"

Yun Changfeng's expression remained unchanged, his eyes slightly lowered: "I'm sorry—I lied to you. The Yellow Heaven Great Law is completely incapable of resolving the dilemma of different paths in martial arts."

Lu Ming's expression changed drastically.

"Clang!"

He drew his long sword from his waist, pointed it at Yun Changfeng, and said coldly, "What did you say?"

A terrifying killing intent, mixed with wind and rain, crashed against the opponent's frail body like a tidal wave, causing him to sway and stagger as if he might collapse at any moment.

After a long pause, Yun Changfeng steadied himself with his cane, but instead of looking at Lu Ming, he looked at the Dragon-Slaying Sword in Lu Ming's hand: "Heh heh—as expected—it's you!"

He struggled to lift his head, staring intently at Lu Ming: "Back then, when we met the Great Teacher of Virtue, he said that success did not lie with us, and instructed us to travel throughout the Great Zhao to seek the torch of knowledge."

Lu Ming's face was grim. He didn't know what the other person was saying, but he didn't interrupt him.

Yun Changfeng's breathing grew heavier, and he said to himself, "We asked how to find the fuel for the fire"—the Great Teacher simply smiled and said, "The fuel for the fire has its own unique characteristics; we will know when we see it."

"I was always confused, and although I had taken on many disciples, I had never achieved anything."

"Now I'm absolutely certain—it's you, it has to be you!"

"Seemingly heartless, yet full of love—you and us—are all different!"

His eyes burned with fervor. He threw away his bamboo staff, spread his arms wide, and laughed loudly, "Come on—kill me! Whether you want to claim credit for my head or plot against Liu Zhiyuan, come and take it!"

"For the sake of peace—who is not willing to sacrifice? I am no exception!"

"Go and seek the legacy of the Great Teacher of Wisdom—if there is anyone in this world who can solve your problems, it is none other than the Great Teacher of Wisdom!"

After saying that, he closed his eyes, letting the rain and wind blow as they pleased, and said no more.

Lu Ming remained silent for a moment, his mind filled with countless questions.

However, seeing Yun Changfeng's expression, he knew that the other party would not reveal any more information.

He moved his right hand slightly, and a white light streaked across the void.

Immediately, Yun Changfeng's head was in his hand, and his body fell limply to the ground, making a dull thud in the rain.

Looking at the peaceful expression on the other person's face, he was deeply moved and his emotions remained unsettled for a long time.

"Your great cause has nothing to do with me, and the so-called 'passing on the torch' is of no concern to me either."

"However, whether it's your scheming against me or the hidden dangers of the summoning talisman—I cannot allow you to live."

He lightly shook the sword, and drops of blood dripped down with the rain.

The heavy rain had soaked him completely, and rainwater was constantly sliding down his cheeks.

Holding Yun Changfeng's head, he moved swiftly and leaped down.

Even though he was dissatisfied with what the other party did, he could still erase the past simply because the other party faced death calmly and practiced his own ideals.

"Boom—!"

When he appeared at the foot of the mountain, the tower on the mountaintop seemed to have completed its final mission and collapsed with a crash.

The sound of rubble rolling down the valley was like muffled thunder.

He took one last look at the corpses scattered on the ground and the ruins on the mountain, then turned and left.

As dusk falls and I awaken from my dream, the person is already far away; a storm rages down from the western tower.

His figure gradually disappeared into the torrential rain, completely swallowed up by the curtain of rain.