IS Chapter 170

The clash of the Number One Sword shook the entire human and immortal realms.

All the celestial gods and immortals were silent, the Eastern Golden Dragon still guarding this place.

Wei Sheng Xian stood under the bamboo hut on Quiet Grass Cliff, feeling its creaking as it swayed precariously, and couldn’t help but close his eyes, lamenting deeply. How fragile this human world is, how small this bamboo hut. But alas, it has come to this.

As the sword tips met, a tremendous force surged from the sword into his body, and Ye Zhuo felt his body and spiritual sea of consciousness shake violently. Snowy light and icy wind assaulted his face; it was as if he was not facing someone’s sword, but the very essence of a “sword,” pure and white without any impurities. The Daoist is consistent, and so is the sword; nothing is related to it, and everything makes way for it. Yun Xiang Xi only seeks one sword.

Such a sword is a good sword. Long, long ago, Ye Zhuo had pondered what the pinnacle of swordsmanship was. He looked up and saw Yun Xiang Xi’s shadow faintly appearing there.

Later, there were ordinary days, with a black dragon by his side. The black dragon would poke its head out of the cold pool, suddenly hanging upside down from the rafters, saying distant words: a thousand years, ten thousand years; speaking of life, of death, of the Number One Under Heaven, of the three thousand worlds.

Afterward, he traveled to many more places. He walked so far that even Yun Xiang Xi’s shadow disappeared behind him.

Suddenly, one day, he understood that there was no pinnacle to swordsmanship. Ling Ye said it wasn’t that a person follows the Dao, but that the Dao follows the person. So, it wasn’t that a person follows the sword, but that the sword follows the person.

His sword follows him, which is also very good.

In this first exchange, Yun Xiang Xi received his sword.

But he also received Yun Xiang Xi’s sword, receiving the sword that Yun Xiang Zhuo had failed to receive more than twenty years ago.

Yun Xiang Xi’s sword is very good.

Ye Zhuo smiled softly.

He saw Yun Xiang Xi’s eyes. In those eyes, he could clearly see himself and his sword, and the clear image of the world was suddenly reflected on the icy surface. Ye Zhuo had never seen Yun Xiang Xi with such an expression, as if he had finally discovered something worth seeing on this vast path of the sword—something worth drawing his sword for.

The next sword from Yun Xiang Xi came head-on.

This feeling was quite fresh. Having sparred with Li Yuan so often, Ye Zhuo had not experienced such a cold sword for a long time. Li Yuan’s sword was like the vast sea, capable of encompassing all things, but in Yun Xiang Xi’s sword, everything was fleeting and superficial. The merciless sword intent seemed to transcend all the disturbances of this world; above the sky, only the eternal path of the sword existed.

Ye Zhuo raised his sword again. All that everyone saw was the red-clothed figure leaping up lightly, as if weightless. The sword in his hand flicked upward, deflecting Yun Xiang Xi’s sword tip, then instantly changing his technique, slashing down at Yun Xiang Xi with immense force from above.

Xiang Xi’s sword blocked horizontally, and karmic fire scattered on the No Self sword. That instant of impact was like a morning bell and an evening drum, a resounding crash that extinguished all sound.

Can your sword path truly be eternal?

But everyone, everything, and every path will eventually return to nothingness in the cycle of arising and ceasing. Yun Xiang Xi saw Ye Zhuo’s quiet, lowered eyes, a fleeting expression of pity.

In the twenty years that he didn’t teach this child, he learned such swordsmanship, such a gaze?

In fact, Yun Xiang Xi had wondered what Yun Xiang Zhuo’s child would be like when he saw him again. In the Immortal Realm, he had seen more magnificent and vast sword paths, but those were merely more complex illusions. He came to the pinnacle of the human world with a sword and repeated the same process in the Immortal Realm with the same sword. Although he had seen many good swords and understood more of the mysteries of this world, Yun Xiang Xi still found it all boring. None of the people at the top of the Immortal Realm had comprehended the true essence of the sword, and those who had comprehended it were unfortunate enough not to have the talent to match, unable to go further than him.

The essence of the sword is very simple, but no one can truly return to it. Not even one person could make Yun Xiang Xi want to give them a single pointer.

So he occasionally wondered when Xiang Zhuo would come. What would Xiang Zhuo be like when he came?

One day, they said, “The human realm you came from is nearing its end. The path to immortality need not be maintained any longer. Why not simply crush and absorb it?”

Yun Xiang Xi said, “Wait a little longer.”

Yun Xiang Xi even imagined that Ling Ye’s child would have a pair of eyes as gentle as Ling Ye’s, full of attachment to superficial things. In that case, it would take some effort to retrain him.

He also imagined some hateful expressions. If the sword path was obscured by such useless emotions, it would be difficult to reach the highest place. In that case, he would need to use some methods to brush them away.

But he felt that Xiang Zhuo would not be like that.

In fact, Yun Xiang Xi was very sure what that child would be like when he saw Xiang Zhuo again. He understood Xiang Zhuo very well; Yun Xiang Zhuo, like him, would not change easily.

Xiang Zhuo had a part of Ling Ye in him, which made it difficult for him to see through the illusions of the world. He would always hate him, but he would hide that hate, suppress it, as if he had already forgotten it. Because he also knew what good swordsmanship was. He would practice the sword forever, never wasting a single bit of talent or comprehension. He would comprehend all those things in the human realm, and then appear before him.

But such a sword was also not good. What was forgotten was not forgotten, but buried as a hidden poison in the heart. He would still teach him, helping him to cut out those hateful poisons and reshape a pure sword heart.

Those were all boring things. But after all, Xiang Zhuo was different.

What he saw was such a sword.

Such unquenchable red.

The moment Ye Zhuo’s next sword arrived, Yun Xiang Xi also gave his answer with his own sword.

The eternity of the sword path is not about lasting forever in the world, but about reaching eternity in the instant when a person and the sword path become one. Countless sword cultivators spend their entire lives pursuing such a flash of inspiration, and he is forever in that instant.

Therefore, so-called extinction and so-called emptiness are also things that need not be cared about.

Ye Zhuo heard his answer.

Yun Xiang Xi didn’t care about extinction, nor did he care about emptiness, which was not surprising. But Ye Zhuo believed that everything did have an end. For example, Yun Xiang Xi should die, which was also an end.

Blood-red flames were swept up and scattered like a hurricane, and Ye Zhuo, in the center of the sea of fire, was more dazzling than the entire sea of fire. He leaped and turned, advancing without retreating. Each sword was sharper than the last, and his sword seemed to have a power stronger than all the celestial gods. Was there really such a sharp thing in this world? How could such a realm be reached?

Such an aggressive and unrelenting sword, as if to ask the deepest part of the sword path, to ask the innermost part of the human heart. Did he not think about how to turn back for himself? Or did he originally not intend to turn back?

That sharp and violent sword momentum, for a moment, even suppressed Yun Xiang Xi’s supreme, solitary sword light.

Yun Xiang Xi.

Have you really reached that realm? Is the sword path in your heart complete?

If you have really reached it, then why are you still searching? Why are you still waiting? Why do you still want to see your true form reflected in a mirror, to see your path again in others!

What exactly do you want to find? What do you feel you haven’t comprehended yet? Have you ever asked yourself?

Oh. You can’t ask.

In a world where the orthodoxy has collapsed, there is no longer any distance or hierarchy. For a moment, people suddenly saw Ye Zhuo’s eyes, the light in those pupils like fire in ice, the shape of the eyes as sharp and beautiful as his sword. Just looking at them seemed to be able to pierce into a person’s soul. Such a pair of eyes stared straight at Yun Xiang Xi, the raised tail of the eye seeming to have a bit of—mocking coldness.

Like his sword, bringing up a sky full of withering blood.

So you can’t ask at all.

Because you simply don’t have that “self.” Even if you did, you would have cut it away with one sword after another, just like you cut it away from Yun Xiang Zhuo.

You’ll never find it.

As if in an instant, millions of moves had passed.

Ye Zhuo’s sword changed, and so did Yun Xiang Xi’s sword. An unusually intense atmosphere filled the air. Yun Xiang Xi had not had such a sword fight for a long time, or rather, he had never had one.

So that was it. So everything was already destined. So what he was waiting for was Ye Zhuo.

Someone who could stand with him, who could finally let him see the other side of the sword path, someone he could be an enemy to, someone he could be a friend to, his child. He saw that mirror, a realm that was completely the same as his and completely different.

Yun Xiang Xi hadn’t comprehended anything for a long time, but now, in that sword duel, his realm was spreading and rising madly towards the unknown. He seemed to be getting closer and closer to what he wanted. He knew that Xiang Zhuo was too.

They could be like this forever.

So what he had been pursuing and expecting had long appeared in his life.

Yun Xiang Xi looked at that sword, as if the flames were burning him as well. He rarely wanted to share his feelings with others, but he wanted the person on the other side of the mirror to know. If the person he was looking for was Xiang Zhuo, then the person Xiang Zhuo was looking for was also him.

But Ye Zhuo’s gaze remained as calm as at the beginning.

He did not feel delighted by meeting an opponent of equal skill, nor did he intend to understand what Yun Xiang Xi had comprehended in his sword. He only wanted to kill him.

The sharpness of his sword grew stronger and stronger, and the flames behind him burned more and more fiercely. Was such pure killing intent, no different from obsession, another essence of the sword? But Ye Zhuo did not share his comprehension of the sword with Yun Xiang Xi.

But a sword fight at this point was more than just a sword fight. The myriad images of the three thousand great Daos were all in the sword. Yun Xiang Xi’s sword was a sword from the Immortal Realm, and every sword was something that people on earth had never heard of or seen.

But Ye Zhuo’s sword was not overshadowed in the slightest. His sword and Yun Xiang Xi’s sword were so similar and yet so different.

From some unknown time, a thin barrier seemed to have woven itself across the human realm, and the earth had become firmer, as if the weak Heavenly Dao had taken a breath after teetering on the brink of collapse and was beginning to maintain the mountains and creatures within it.

But this barrier was not created by the Heavenly Dao itself.

Keen observers saw that it was actually being woven, bit by bit, as Ye Zhuo and Yun Xiang Xi fought.

The little Daoist on Quiet Grass Cliff let out a strange “eh” sound, causing Wei Sheng Xian to reflect on what kind of blockhead he had taken into the palace.

Wei Sheng Xian: “Ye Palace Master and someone are fighting, damaging our Heavenly Dao, right?”

“Yes.”

“Ye Palace Master is fighting with someone from the Immortal Realm, so he must have comprehended many of the Immortal Realm’s Daos, right?”

“Yes.”

“Ye Palace Master is a person from our human realm, right?”

“Yes.”

“Then the Dao that Ye Palace Master comprehends is also the Dao of our human realm?”

“……Huh?”

“You’re hopeless.” Wei Sheng Xian turned and walked away.

Wei Sheng Xian softly hummed a little tune he had learned from who knows where, walking around Quiet Grass Cliff a few times. Finally, he felt that the Spirit Gathering Formation of Green Mountains was also about to be damaged. He had taught this Spirit Gathering Formation to many sects. If the main formation of Green Mountains was damaged, all the formations would be damaged together. That wouldn’t do. He had no choice but to sacrifice the core of the formation entirely and carefully check for any flaws.

“Ah? What is this again?” The two little Daoists were dumbfounded, using their Qi Observation Technique to look at the strange phenomena that had appeared at some unknown time. Soon, they realized that this scene could be seen clearly even without the Qi Observation Technique.

The Spirit Gathering Great Formation that enveloped the entire Green Mountains soared into the sky, and the entire human realm could see its light. The waves of spiritual energy rose and fell with the operation of the Great Formation. Gradually, all the Spirit Gathering Formations that the various sects attached to Green Mountains had built over the past year also lit up like stars, scattered across the human realm, echoing each other from afar, inhaling and exhaling in the same rhythm, gathering all the spiritual power of the entire human realm to the center, and then evenly distributing it to all parts of the human realm.

The fight between the immortal and the human in the sky was still going on. Under the impact of that terrifying aftermath, more and more things were being damaged, and many clouds were receding. More and more things were surfacing, and even the spiritual power that mortals could not see with the naked eye was being presented to everyone’s eyes. All living beings saw how the thin spiritual power of the human realm evenly covered the four regions with the rise and fall of the heart. It was simply an unimaginable spectacle.

Its operation was so magnificent and so regular. Because it was too regular, some spiritual power that did not advance and retreat with it was suddenly seen. Like rocks emerging when the tide recedes.

There was still some spiritual power in the human realm that was not operating like this.

For example, in the center of the human realm, the spiritual power of Supreme Purity Mountain was protected in the mountains by an invisible barrier and did not participate in such reincarnation.

Other sects that either depended on Supreme Purity or guarded the spiritual veins were also in this state. This was nothing. If it was their own spiritual power, of course, they would not be willing to give it to others.

But beyond this, there was an even more different scene—

Wei Sheng Xian looked out over the world, suddenly curling his lips into a soft smile. “So this is…” he murmured, “It’s out?”

It could be seen that within the four seas, in the human realm, there were seven places, like the seven stars of the Big Dipper, traversing the realm, each with an exceptionally strange spiritual imprint.

The spiritual energy of heaven and earth was summoned by them, quietly gathering, and countless strands of veins grew upward like the roots of a tree, eventually converging in one place. The surging spiritual power surged upward—sending the spiritual power of heaven and earth to the Immortal Realm in the clouds, being quietly absorbed and pocketed.

The most central one was in the back mountain of Supreme Purity.

Seven meandering spiritual energy roads were gradually offering the flesh and blood of this human realm to the above.

This was the hand that the Immortal Realm extended to the human realm, that blood-sucking vine, and then, it opened the gates of heaven every ten years, sending down the road to immortality, as a reward.

Ye Zhuo saw the strange phenomena between heaven and earth in his peripheral vision. Was this human realm really so good that all the demons and monsters were coming to take a share? But what stood in front of him was Yun Xiang Xi’s sword.

Every sword was a close brush with death, every sword was a sword of a lifetime. There was a strange light in Yun Xiang Xi’s eyes. Because of excessive concentration, it carried unexpected madness. Yun Xiang Xi’s sword also seemed to finally burn fiercely, and the ultimate truth of the sword bloomed with an exceptionally brilliant light.

A sword duel between equals might bring such frenzy. But this was Yun Xiang Xi’s feeling towards Ye Zhuo, not Ye Zhuo’s feeling towards Yun Xiang Xi.

Arguing about the Dao on the sword was evenly matched, and it might be a rare opportunity for Yun Xiang Xi to take it to the next level. But it was not uncommon for Ye Zhuo. If he wanted to ask about the Dao in the sword, he would look for another person.

And that person’s sword path had always been behind him, and already in his sword.

Ye Zhuo felt silent.

Yun Xiang Xi was waiting for him, waiting for the sword image in the mirror to be reflected. But he was only taking his own sword, rushing to a destined end.

Behind him, the sky full of blood-red flames was also silent.

No self-attachment, no Dharma-attachment, no emptiness-attachment.

No perception, sensation, volition, or consciousness.

As if he had seen through all illusions and illuminated the emptiness of the five aggregates. Only he and his sword. In everyone’s eyes, it was the same.

It was difficult to describe what kind of sword path this was. He and his sword seemed to be completely one. This could not be described by any name, because it was Ye Zhuo’s sword. Looking up, seeing the sword lights fluttering like embers, what they saw was the sword, the person, and the extremely sharp and ethereal soul that completely belonged to him.

Such a sword seemed to be more beautiful and more soul-stirring than the ancient, high, and cold sword of the Great Dao.

At this time, Ye Zhuo also felt strange. It was as if he had never been so completely integrated with his sword.

That was his sword, and also his heart.

He didn’t need any sword path, any name. It didn’t matter whether he was the Number One Under Heaven, and life and death were just empty names. Yun Xiang Xi’s sword came to him, and everything in the world came crashing towards him like a torrent, and then he grasped his sword,Go up, and that was all.

So fast, all swords are an instant.

All are millions of years.

Excessively powerful sword intent and spiritual power collided, and there were moments when even time and space had stopped. In that vast blank space, Yun Xiang Xi saw Ye Zhuo’s quiet eyes many times. All the feelings of Xiang Xi’s sword were transmitted to his heart, and that was the sword of the sword, belonging only to Ye Zhuo.

This was the exact opposite sword path. Receiving each of his swords. Then, returning them one by one.

What is the pinnacle of swordsmanship?

Which way should one take to reach the highest point?

He spent many years brushing away all the dust and comprehending that completely pure sword path. But Ye Zhuo completely turned the sword into himself. Was it still sword cultivation to embark on such a path?

The black sword split open the blank space of time and space, cutting off all rules and obstacles. The sword, sharp to the point of being almost beautiful, slashed down on Yun Xiang Xi. Oh. How could such a good sword not be sword cultivation?

Yun Xiang Xi was a person who understood swords.

He could see the obsession in the sword like a raging fire, the utmost emptiness and silence in the sword, and he could also see that the sword had been forged thousands of times. This was a completed sword. Everything was in it.

In the sword there was Ling Ye, there was him, there was the Illusory Sword Manor, there was everyone, everything, all the Daos he had learned and seen.

There was another sword.

There must be another sword, and Yun Xiang Xi was becoming more and more certain of this. His sword came entirely from himself, but Ye Zhuo’s sword did not.

He had not yet seen the person in the mirror clearly, but the person in the mirror had already had his own spiritual mirror. He had an enemy in the sword, and a friend on the sword. This was a complete transformation, a completely completed sword.

Twenty years, just a flick of the finger. What had Xiang Zhuo experienced?

As if seeing the questions in Yun Xiang Xi’s sword, Ye Zhuo did not answer.

Everything—joy, anger, sorrow, love, hate, desire, life and death, gathering and scattering—had all turned into nothingness in his heart, and then he swung his sword.

The lotus grows in water. But the lotus does not touch water.

Had Yun Xiang Xi realized that from a certain moment on, he had been pushed into a disadvantage by his sword?

There was only a vast emptiness in Ye Zhuo’s heart. Sometimes he felt that he was not facing a person, but a complete sword, a so-called “sword path.” He was a sword cultivator, and he should cultivate the sword path, but he drew his sword against the sword path.

Just like he was a person, born between heaven and earth. Then, the person drew his sword against the Dao.

Yun Xiang Xi had once watched all the lives in the Illusory Sword Manor wither away before his eyes. Just like the Heavenly Dao had silently watched living beings reincarnate within it for countless ages.

The Heavenly Dao was neither good nor evil, it just operated.

If Yun Xiang Xi had also reached such a realm, he should have felt that he had finally proven the sword path, right? But could he really reach it?

And was this Heavenly Dao really so high and so worth pursuing?

Ye Zhuo slashed down with his sword, looking down at Yun Xiang Xi’s seemingly empty eyes. The wind and snow of the past twenty years had become a single moment.

Everything was already destined. Yun Xiang Xi would die under his sword. On that very night when Yun Xiang Xi ascended, and he left with his Sleeve sword.

He was just using one sword after another to reach that end. He didn’t know which sword would bring him to the end, he only knew that it must be ahead. Just like everything would eventually return to silence. And the fire would eventually go out.

Facing Yun Xiang Xi’s sword, facing the twenty years of time, facing the choices he had made one after another, Ye Zhuo felt that he had something to think about.

He remembered that day, the words Yun Xiang Xi said to him. Through the sword light, he saw Yun Xiang Xi’s eyes, as if he saw Yun Xiang Xi staring at him that day.

“Xiang Zhuo,” Yun Xiang Xi said, “I will Resolve the unkind way for you.”

Yun Xiang Xi.

I will untie for you—

The flames suddenly blazed.

The revolving wheel in the void completed its last round. Ye Zhuo’s sword reached another realm. At this moment, all obsessions were also burning on his sword, but it was still himself.

When obsession has completely merged with oneself, is it still obsession? No, originally there was nothing.

Yun Xiang Xi’s eyes reflected the sword light that seemed to be able to burn everything. Everything he had brushed away was in this sword, turned into brilliant brilliance.

Looking at such a sword, Yun Xiang Xi suddenly remembered that he also seemed to have touched some of those moments. Towards Yun Xiang Zhuo, towards Ling Ye.

Then, he chose to turn around and leave. In that case, he would not be able to Wave out such a sword in his life.

Regarding the sword path, everything he could comprehend, Yun Xiang Zhuo could also comprehend. But everything that Ye Zhuo could comprehend, he seemed unable to comprehend.

Did he leave Xiang Zhuo behind for this day, this scene, to see such a sword, and then face it?

And who would win and who would lose, who would live and who would die, where the pinnacle of the sword path was, would all be decided under the sword. So he had been waiting for this day.

Yun Xiang Xi’s sword momentum also greatly increased.

Each subsequent sword seemed to be the vast Avenue turned into a line, colliding with each other.

What kind of realm had this battle reached?

Su Yizhen looked up at the sky. He and the Swordsmith’s Young Disciple sat opposite each other in front of the bronze bell of the Sword Casting Shed. In front of them was the other half of the sword vein. There were some old bloodstains in the place where the sword vein was buried, and he could almost imagine how Ye Zhuo had pulled them out of his heart.

At this moment, crisscrossing blood lights lit up faintly on the ground, resonating with the sword vein. This mysterious formation was left by the Swordsmith with his blood before his death.

So Su Yizhen thought of Yun Xiang Xi, thought of Ye Zhuo, and also thought of the Swordsmith. The Swordsmith forged Xiang Xi’s sword, and also forged the No Self sword.

Xiang Xi’s sword killed everyone, including Yun Xiang Zhuo, and Ye Zhuo would take the No Self sword and ask Xiang Xi’s sword. In the end, one person would kill another person, one sword would break another sword. All of this had nothing to do with the Swordsmith, but the two world-shaking swords that had been poured with a lifetime of effort were all covered in surging blood debts. Was the only ending for someone who understood all of this to die?

The Swordsmith knew the final outcome, so he had already come here. Which sword did he choose to sacrifice with his blood?

The sword vein was awakened by the blood formation, trembling faintly, and resonating with the sword intent in the sky. It was an extremely Exciting sound, like seeing a monarch.

Supreme Purity Sword Sect. The sect-protecting formation was still operating, indicating that the sword cultivators here were still closing the sect and guarding themselves, not asking about worldly affairs. But the Sect Master and elders of the Sword Sect, along with all the disciples, had all come to the Sword Tomb at this time. Because of the Abnormal movement in the Sword Tomb.

The swords in the Sword Tomb no longer retained the last wishes of their masters, but the Sword Sect’s secret method had left behind the famous sword intents of generations of predecessors, and the true meanings of the sword path they had felt in their lives. Some people said that the foundation of the Sword Sect’s Sword Tomb was no less than that of the Illusory Sword Manor, and it only waited for a chance to give birth to a sword vein like the Illusory Sword Manor.

At this moment, hundreds of swords in the Sword Tomb were Bird calling together. As if they were inspired by the supreme sword path.

Then, which one in the sky was the sword path that resonated with all the The Sword?

Everyone silently looked at the center of the sky. In fact, the swords in their sheaths were also Qingminging, or perhaps, all the swords in the world were like this.

The sky was torn into two halves, one half was red lotus flames, and the other half was ancient Hanchuan. Those were the sword domains formed by their sword paths. With the sword fight between these two people, the sword domains also collided and crushed, and blood-rain-like red lotus Yuhuo, and flying ice and white snow, fell towards the entire human realm.

Who was better? Who was the pinnacle of the sword path? Everyone was thinking.

Ye Zhuo couldn’t actually think so much. When he sparred with Li Yuan, although he talked about life and death, victory and defeat, most of the time it was about arguing about the Dao and asking about the sword. With Yun Xiang Xi, it was naturally not like that.

So, one sword after another.

Until, in a certain blink of an eye, he saw that the whole world seemed to have been damaged by him, and he felt a little guilty. Of course, it was not very complete to begin with.

He saw that all the Pretendence and cover-ups had receded like the tide, revealing the jagged reefs on the beach. Many things could be seen more clearly. Once the Big Dipper’s seven-pointed seal was engraved, it was difficult to take it back, so even now, they were still Receive direction the Immortal Realm the spiritual power of the human realm bit by bit. There were some brighter stars there. Was that “Dao”?

Indeed, the spiritual energy in the human realm should not have been so little.

The spiritual energy Imported his spiritual sea, he used it, and it returned to the human realm.

The spiritual energy forged his meridians, roots, and bones, Golden Elixir, Nascent Soul, sea of consciousness, and Dantian. When he died, everything would be returned to heaven and earth. He brought nothing with him in life and took nothing with him in death. He was just a passer-by in the human realm. All were passers-by.

The spiritual power gushed out, and then extinguished. One day, it would become a new spiritual vein again and reappear in the world.

If it weren’t for the immortals reaching out to seize it, if it weren’t for someone Secretly traveling to Chen Cang, it wouldn’t have been so little. The sky was Revealed, and the trace of everything was revealed to the world.

Xiaoyao Rang said that the Heavenly Dao of the upper realm was Missing.

Could the Immortal Realm see the sparse spiritual energy of the human realm? One human realm was not enough, but perhaps a thousand would be enough. The Immortal Realm was the Immortal Realm, and one Immortal Realm connected many human realms, which were all its lower realms.

If the spiritual energy of the human realm was drained, the spiritual energy of the Immortal Realm would be Full. If the Heavenly Dao of the human realm was Defect, the Heavenly Dao of the Immortal Realm would be Complete.

Because the immortals of the Immortal Realm were stronger, because the Dao of the Immortal Realm was higher, they would extend the roots that Draw spiritual veins into the human realm.

Because Yun Xiang Xi was the Number One Sword Under Heaven, because his sword path was also the highest and most pure, because it was the The way of the sword in his heart, everyone had to fulfill his Ruthless Sword.

What about you? In those years when you were obsessed with obsession, were you also like this?

Because you were always its lower realm. Because you were born to be his bloodline. Because you also believed that there was only life and death, victory and defeat in this world.

Because of you, him. Everyone, everything, was Dependence and death, Split convergence, was a link in the Avenue’s rise and fall, reincarnation.

Therefore, his sword came towards you.

And your sword, returned them one by one.

“There is no true Buddha, you are not you. You come to see the Buddha, but you are really seeing yourself,” Ye Zhuo heard his master say, it was an exceptionally solemn and quiet voice.

She said: “The Buddhas of the three worlds are all the selves in the three worlds.”

His sword slashed on Yun Xiang Xi’s sword, and he borrowed the force to leap upwards in this boundless void.

Yun Xiang Xi’s sword intent naturally came across the void with it. He and he were still heading towards the final sword that would determine life and death. Ye Zhuo was stepping into the air and ascending in this sword.

Everyone who raised their heads could see the red and white figures fluttering and turning in the high sky, getting higher and higher, and going higher up. The further away from the human world, the slower the red figure seemed to be. On his body, there was the Blocking of the Avenue.

Suddenly, Sword Casting Valley and Sword Tomb, one in the south and one in the north, had a snow-bright sword light soaring into the sky, and the Great sword Dao Qingguang resonated with the sword in Ye Zhuo’s hand. At that moment, all the swords in the human world, all the spiritual weapons, made the same clear vibration. Qingguang Passed the human realm. That sword, and another sword, in front of Ye Zhuo, seemed to have paved his way to heaven. It seemed that even the Heavenly Dao came to send him off. He felt lighter, and no matter what he wanted to do, they wanted him to go to the highest place he wanted to go as he wished.

Ye Zhuo felt the resonance between himself and all the swords at that moment.

And Yun Xiang Xi saw this scene of the world’s sword Dao bowing to people. The next moment, Ye Zhuo’s sword still came towards him—such a sword.

Ye Zhuo’s sword became more and more decisive, more and more stern, but also more and more empty and quiet, and closer and closer to silence.

It was as if the autumn wind had risen and it was time to wither.

He calmly looked at Yun Xiang Xi’s eyes.

He saw people and swords, he saw heaven and people.

Yun Xiang Xi’s sword was changing. He saw another kind of sword from Ye Zhuo’s sword. Ye Zhuo’s sword tempered his sword, and Ye Zhuo’s Dao promoted his Dao. His gaze was becoming more and more focused and more and more crazy. His sword Dao was rapidly rising and growing, but they all knew that the sword that would determine the final victory was coming soon, like a tide that was piled higher and higher, and would finally reach the cusp, and then——suddenly Take a photo.

The swords were getting faster and faster, and the power was getting more and more Cool. It wasn’t that they hadn’t used the best swords all along. They had used such swords from the beginning, and every subsequent sword was surpassing the past limit, every sword was surpassing the previous one.

The Dao was in it, Floating pieces.

So the Green smoke appeared in front of Ye Zhuo again. It seemed to be Wei Sheng Xian’s light sigh.

This time, in the moment when he was looking up to avoid a trick, what he saw was not the thousands of spider-silk cracks in the Heavenly Dao in the sky, nor the thousands of veins in the Immortal Realm’s human realm that Absorb spiritual power.

At the very top of the human world, he saw the great limit where the human world and the Immortal Realm were connected inch by inch, Responsible, Partiality.

One lock ring was Tucked another lock ring. Thousands of connections like fine gold and iron locks firmly Deduct the human world and the Immortal Realm. Below was the human Dao with thousands of holes, and above was the glorious and brilliant The Immortal Realm Road.

Who gave birth to whom? Who was attached to whom, it didn’t matter.

In that instant of Blank light, Ye Zhuo continued to look upwards, seeing the shimmering and glittering, five-colored borders of the Immortal Realm. He looked higher up. Until Yun Xiang Xi’s sword light stabbed over diagonally, he raised his sword and intercepted the cold light that filled his vision in that instant.

The sword energy collided, and the two worlds shock again.

So Ye Zhuo could see more clearly.

So, it was for this.

So, it was this sword. Thousands of roads converged, and thousands of people came to send him off, letting him come here.

Was it at this moment that he decided to Wave out this sword? Or had he known all this even earlier? Was there really destiny in the world? He didn’t believe it.

Then let it be destiny from the heart.

For a moment, it seemed that there was no sword at all, and there was no him at all.

“Little Zhuo,” he heard Ling Ye say, “I only want you to cultivate the Dao in your heart.”

I did, he told her. After parting, I have always been like this in my life.

He also saw the sky full of fire.

At this moment, the human world’s The ceremony of offering sacrifices to heaven came to the final step. Elegant music was played, and the emperor stood in front of the Xuan Bird Duanduan, the symbol of the dynasty.

“I am the emperor of Yong, the common master of the human world, Being destined. The lives of thousands of people are tied to me.” Yong Xuan slowly lit three sticks of incense in his hand.

“Actually, there is also a reason for your words.”

That year, at the foot of the Spirit Mountain in the Western Realm, came Ye Zhuo, who was going up the mountain to seek the supreme Dao, Wei Sheng Xian, who had ulterior motives in sending people up the mountain, and the young master of Yong, who was pushed out by the Jackal Tiger Leopard as a puppet.

“At that time, when I turned back, I was surrounded by wolves, and when I looked forward, I saw that the mountains and rivers were scattered.” Yong Xuan seemed to be recalling something from a long time ago, “That day, I met you. We had obviously never met before, but the Daoist said that he had been waiting for me for a long time. Since we had never made an appointment,