Yin and yang transform all living beings, and movement and stillness harmonize with the sun and moon.
The life span of heaven will eventually come to an end, and the will to achieve true enlightenment and Qi will be fulfilled.
All dust comes from nothingness, and things are separated by me and come back to meet again.
There is no difference in the vast universe. Immortal materials are originally fighting for the Tao.
The Miluo River is turbulent, with huge waves surging into the sky. Strong winds are whistling across the river, making a ghostly sound like mountain roars.
Qu Yuan has majestic eyes and a long body. A faint halo appears in his Confucian scholar's uniform, which is blown by the wind and makes a hunting sound.
The sky was covered with dark clouds, lightning flashed, and thunder shuttled through the clouds. The world was filled with terrifying pressure.
Qu Yuan looked up at the sky, and waves of majestic aura aroused from his whole body, shooting into the sky like tentacles.
"At the beginning of ancient times, who preached the Tao? How can we examine the truth when the top and bottom are not visible? How can we know the clear and dark, and how can we recognize the image of Feng Yiwei..."
As Qu Yuan recited, the words glowed with golden light and appeared out of thin air. Then, these words turned into streams of light like shooting stars and shot into the sky.
These questions seemed to completely anger the heavens, and countless purple thunder struck at Qu Yuan with destructive power.
Qu Yuan stretched out his hand, and an ink-colored letter appeared out of thin air in his hand. He threw the letter forward, and the letter immediately floated in the air, caught in the bright light.
Then, the scrolls automatically unfolded and turned into a screen of light. Various voices chanting and reading emerged out of thin air, facing the thunder with sacred and solemn power.
Terrifying thunderbolts struck the light screen and turned into nothingness in an instant. However, the light screen only moved slightly, like ripples on a flat lake, without any damage.
Qu Yuan looked up to the sky and laughed, shouting: "Why does the sky prevent me from becoming an immortal?"
Before he finished speaking, thousands of thunderbolts in the sky began to entangle with each other, and turned into eighteen huge thunder dragons, roaring and swooping down towards Qu Yuan.
Qu Yuan smiled coldly, and a jade pen appeared out of thin air in his hand, exuding a gleaming light that made it difficult for people to look directly at it. The jade pen lightly stroked into the void, and waves of great righteousness poured into the pen body, instantly generating countless words.
Written in one breath!
As if they had self-awareness, these words rushed towards the Thunder Dragon and surrounded it. Then, these words turned into streams of light, connecting with each other to form golden chains, trapping the Thunder Dragon.
The thunder dragon wailed and twisted its huge body, trying to break free, but unfortunately everything was in vain. The golden chains became tighter and tighter, until the eighteen thunder dragons were cut into pieces and turned into little bits of lightning.
"If I become an immortal, I will kill the heavens!" Qu Yuan, with a face as white as jade, stepped on the surging blue clouds, flew into the sky, and rushed into the clouds.
Violent sounds echoed across the sky and earth. The entire sky seemed to be distorted by the battle.
Suddenly, with a shocking loud noise, the dark clouds were split in half from the middle, revealing the white sky. At the split, Qu Yuan stepped on the void and stared ahead with a vigilant face.
Facing him was a thousand-foot-long thunder god with protruding fangs and a ferocious face. His whole body was covered by thunder and lightning. At this time, he was scarred and very weak. But what really made Qu Yuan fearful was the handsome man beside him.
The man was dressed in white, with his hands behind his back and an indifferent expression. He exuded an air of contempt for the common people, making people dare not look at him.
From all directions, countless consciousnesses paying attention to this battle all exclaimed in amazement.
"This - this is..."
"Sword Ancestor! The Sword Ancestor who was famous all over the world thousands of years ago and broke through the world and ascended to the throne!"
"Why does he appear here, and why does he want to prevent Qu Sheng from ascending?"
In the air, Qu Yuan's expression was solemn. Just now, Sword Ancestor split the dark clouds in the sky with one finger. If he had not been protected by the letter, he would have been severely injured.
"Senior Sword Ancestor, we, as cultivators, only want to fly to the upper world one day to have a glimpse of the way of heaven. Seniors look up to me like a mountain, and juniors have always respected me. Why do you want to prevent me from succeeding today?"
The Sword Ancestor remained silent and didn't answer. He stretched out his hand and lightly tapped into the void. A huge sword energy appeared out of thin air in front of him. It was as powerful as a rainbow and struck Qu Yuan.
Qu Yuan's face darkened, and he waved his jade pen to draw dragons and snakes in the void with majestic momentum. A vast divine light shot out from the tip of the pen, facing the incoming sword energy.
When the two collide, the heaven and earth shake, the universe collapses, the mountains topple, and the earth cracks.
The Sword Ancestor's face was expressionless and calm. With a slight move of his right hand, the Thousand-foot-tall Thunder God next to him and the thunder in the sky merged into his hand, turning into a long purple sword with a rainbow-like glow.
Brilliant thunder.
The sword ancestor stood up with the thunder sword in his hand and pointed at Qu Yuan from a distance.
Qu Yuan put away his jade pen and letters, drew out his azure sword from his waist, and faced him.
The Confucian gentleman's sword is also very powerful!
The moment the two swords touched each other, the surrounding void suddenly exploded, filled with ferocious space cracks, and the entire sky seemed to be torn apart by the collision of two forces. In the midst of lightning and flint, the two of them fought each other no less than a million times.
Countless sword energy and wind blades raged in the void, causing the space to continuously collapse and crack.
However, Qu Yuan was a Confucian semi-sage after all. Although his swordsmanship was superb, it was still inferior to the Sword Ancestor who entered Taoism with a sword.
During the fight, Qu Yuan was only able to block Sword Ancestor's offensive. Although he was not defeated yet, his defeat was clearly revealed.
"boom--"
The two collided fiercely again. Qu Yuan's mind suddenly changed, and with the impact of the collision, he instantly retreated a thousand meters away, successfully widening the distance between the two.
As soon as he stood still, Qu Yuan immediately took out his jade pen, and the surrounding awe-inspiring energy crazily poured into the pen body. Qu Yuan held the pen into the void and tapped lightly. In an instant, the avenue turned into reality, and countless golden words appeared around him.
The sky is filled with columns. The sound of reading and chanting can be heard endlessly, like a bell and a bell, deafening and enlightening.
In the blink of an eye, all the words disappeared. And a wonderful landscape appeared around Jianzu, with mountains, flowing water, and green trees. It was a picturesque scene, but it contained the laws of the supreme avenue, forming an illusion and imprisonment.
, seems to want to seal the Sword Ancestor into it.
Buzz--
A sword roar suddenly came out. The Sword Ancestor waved the thunder sword in his hand gently, instantly blasting out countless sharp sword energy, cutting through the chaos like the beginning of the world, destroying illusions, suppressing all ways, and cutting off the scenery in front of him in one fell swoop.
Destruction. The illusion of mountains and rivers instantly collapsed.
Whizzing--
Before giving the Sword Ancestor a chance to breathe, tens of thousands of weapons turned into awe-inspiring aura showed their sharp edges, tearing out vacuum passages and attacking through the air.
The sword ancestor had no expression on his face, and he pressed down with his left hand in the air. The laws of swordsmanship condensed into reality, and a rain of swords appeared out of thin air to meet the incoming attack.
boom--
The collision of the two phases was extremely powerful. The aftermath enveloped the surrounding vacuum fragments and spread in all directions like undulating waves.
When the sky-wide offensive dissipated, Qu Yuan's Confucian robes danced, Taoist rhymes added to his body, and the surrounding air became rippled like calm water.
After cultivating to the level of Hedao, Qu Yuan's understanding of the Dao has been very profound. All kinds of insights have arisen in his heart, and blessings and misfortunes are in his heart. Now he can't help but feel a little uneasy, subconsciously feeling that he will definitely be defeated by Sword Ancestor today.
But the next moment, Qu Yuan's heart turned to the holy way, his mind was clear, and he was blessed by a generous and tragic song of sacrificing his life to defend the way.
The sword ancestor's eyes were deep and calm. The avenues around him were flowing, and the supreme edge appeared out of thin air, tearing apart the vacuum and turning into chaos. Suddenly, the thunder sword flew from his hand and shot through the air toward Qu Yuan.
There is nothing fancy about this sword, it looks very ordinary, but it has a supreme edge that can cut through all means.
The sword seemed slow and normal, but Qu Yuan found that he could not avoid it. Then, Qu Yuan kept waving the jade pen in his hand, and the shadows of mountains, rivers, and cities continued to appear in front of him, blocking the thunder sword.
The thunder sword kept trembling, breaking through many obstacles and rushing into it.
Bang——
This sword cut through the avenue. Even the bystanders around him were shocked and almost wanted to vomit blood. All the shadows of the avenue in front of Qu Yuan were smashed to pieces and turned into nothingness.
Qu Yuan looked in disbelief as a sword pierced his shoulder. Immediately afterwards, the thunder sword turned into terrifying thunder and exploded next to him. Suddenly, the vacuum shattered and turned into pieces of powder.
Qu Yuan vomited blood and flew backwards. After his body crashed through two mountains in a row, his clothes were broken and his hair was disheveled and he fell into the Miluo River.
In the air, Sword Ancestor recited the incantation silently again, and kept pulling out esoteric and incomprehensible spells in his hands. At the same time, strange runes continued to appear around him, and the golden light fell into the Miluo River, forming a seal that sealed this area.
Heaven and earth were sealed.
After the seal was completed, Qu Yuan's sad laughter came from heaven and earth: "I am sad that my fate is not as good as that of the ancients. Why did I live so long? If there is someone who becomes an immortal in the future, I hope to tell my spirit, hahaha..."
Sword Ancestor let out a long sigh, looked around with a complicated expression, and gradually disappeared in place.
After the figures left, the dark clouds dissipated, the thunder subsided, and the world returned to calm, as if nothing had happened. Only the mountains and rivers that had been affected were left, telling the story of the earth-shattering battle.
In all directions, countless consciousnesses watching the battle were communicating with each other, but they didn't know what they were saying.