The vast, turbulent waves stretched for ten million *li*, their end nowhere to be seen.

Heavy Profound Zun stepped onto the Sun God Palace, his white clothes flowing. He didn’t seem like he was coming for an adventure, but rather for a picnic. Amidst the dark, turbulent waves, he remained steadfast and unfazed. He ignored the evil manifestations surging along the way, walking leisurely towards his destination.

Kou Xuejiao, on the other hand, was speeding through the air, treading on a faintly visible red dust line. It was as if she faced a deep abyss and a high cliff, perpetually separated from the disastrous water by a thin layer.

“There’s a question I’ve always wanted to ask Champion Marquis,” Kou Xuejiao said, carefully scanning her surroundings. “How do you view the Blood River Sect?”

“That question isn’t very necessary,” Heavy Profound Zun replied indifferently. “The long river of time flows ever onward, a thousand, ten thousand years are just the same. History naturally has its fair evaluation. How can the vague words of the world surpass a single word from me, Heavy Profound Zun?”

“This question is very necessary,” Kou Xuejiao said, looking back. “The world speaks to the world, Heavy Profound Zun speaks to Heavy Profound Zun. The former sect master, in his lifetime, always greatly appreciated you. That encounter in the labyrinth left him shocked, as if he had seen a heavenly being. After returning to the sect, he still thought of you constantly. He privately mentioned you to us many times. He believed you were a true seed of cultivation, a once-in-a-lifetime genius. If you could take over the Blood River Sect, it would surely continue its five-ten thousand-year glory. Until he sacrificed himself to seal the Bodhi Evil Ancestor, dying in battle in the disastrous water, he hoped until his death to pass the position to you… I personally also really want to know why you refused the Blood River Sect.”

“The answer I gave Sect Master Huo at that time is my final answer—’Different paths’,” Heavy Profound Zun said lightly. “I have my own great path, I don’t need to walk your broad road.”

Kou Xuejiao was stunned for a moment. She looked at the outstanding figure within the glorious God Palace, then lowered her head to look at the red dust line beneath her feet, so fine it was almost invisible. Shaking her head, her tone held a mix of relief and melancholy. “Perhaps you are right, perhaps the road we walk is too narrow, and we have already been eliminated by the era.”

“The Blood River Sect’s glory spans five-ten thousand and four thousand years, it has never extinguished, why would it need me, Heavy Profound Zun, to continue it?” Heavy Profound Zun raised an eyebrow slightly. “Moving Mountain True Man is a top-tier Cave True, now he has proven his position in Derive Dao, and he has indeed shouldered the responsibility. On the contrary, I am very curious why Sect Master Huo insisted on passing the position to me, yet overlooked Moving Mountain True Man at that time?”

Kou Xuejiao sighed deeply. “The Blood River Sect bears the responsibility for the disastrous water, the environment is harsh, too many geniuses within the sect die young. Since Sect Master Huo’s personal disciple died in the disastrous water, who could inherit the sect in the following years has always been an unresolved problem for the Blood River Sect. I am not afraid to air our dirty laundry—this generation of young people in the Blood River Sect is difficult to shape. Only Moving Mountain True Man’s disciple, Yu Xiaochen, shows some remarkable progress in cultivation, but his vision is too low, he cannot shoulder the responsibility of a great sect of the world.

“Moving Mountain True Man himself is of course not a problem. But he has a very self-reliant character. Once he gets the sect position, he fundamentally won’t listen to others’ opinions. After Moving Mountain, who can succeed him?

“Sect Master Huo privately discussed these things with me, sighing with regret each time. He believed that Moving Mountain couldn’t fill the sea. A young person like you represented a more vast future. At the same time, he also thought that Sect Master Peng should pursue the ultimate path and should not be burdened by the sect…

“Of course, Sect Master Peng may not think so.”

As a protector of the Blood River Sect, Kou Xuejiao certainly understood Peng Chongjian very well.

The last sentence she added was deeply significant.

Sect Master Huo Shiji’s death, perhaps it wasn’t simple? Judging from related intelligence, that elder Xu Mingsong who triggered the disaster water change in the Blood River Sect indeed had a very deep private friendship with Peng Chongjian. At that time, when Peng Chongjian succeeded to the position, Kou Xuejiao was also the first to stand out and oppose, even personally going to Linzi to invite someone…

The various connections between these matters inevitably led people to deep thought.

But Heavy Profound Zun seemed to hear nothing unusual. He just stepped out of the Sun God Palace, casually plucked a segment of moonlight, and held it like a long sword made of snow, welcoming the Cave True level evil manifestation that suddenly rushed out of the water surface with a roar.

A turbulent sea of evil, two kinds of Cave True powers approached.

Quiet and crazy, free and easy and ferocious.

Such a contradictory unity in one painting.

Heavy Profound Zun’s voice also flowed as calmly as the moonlight. “I will deal with this Cave True level evil manifestation. Regarding the trace of Poor Strange, please ask True Man Kou to pay more attention.”

Kou Xuejiao also stopped speaking. Her red dust sword turned into three thousand red dust lines, a thousand threads and ten thousand strands, stabbing into the sea of evil.

Dou Zhao’s single strike chopped the turbulent water dry, leaving the long water path suddenly extremely parched, not a single drop of water remaining.

The sound of splashing water seemed like an illusion.

Only the thick-backed and dangerous-edged Tianxiao knife stood in the air.

The Yin Yang Labyrinth was not dull.

They had rushed through it this way, experiencing knife mountains and fire seas, but after all dangers were overcome, the long corridor was still the same, the boundless high walls were still the same.

They had experienced quite a lot, but seemed to still be at the original place.

The Yin Yang Labyrinth constantly extended new forks. Dou Zhao always chose the first one on the right. No matter what kind of danger, he broke it with a single strike. No matter how long the corridor, he reached the end in one step.

But after several thousand such steps, everyone was still unable to establish a clear understanding of their location.

“Going on like this, we will never be able to walk out of here, this is an eternal infinite cycle.” Ji Li floated a long scroll beside her, which moved with her footsteps, constantly copying and printing the patterns on the high walls on both sides, recording all the details.

She hugged the fox cat, frowning and thinking hard. She pondered, “We should still stop and properly research a route before setting out, we shouldn’t waste energy.”

Dou Zhao was too lazy to speak and continued walking forward.

Jiang Wang then asked, “Ji girl, have you calculated anything?”

Ji Li shook her head as she walked. “The calculation amount is too huge, I need at least three days of quiet calculation to have a preliminary result. I can only determine now that as long as we walk out of this corridor, the ‘general image’ on the high walls on both sides will change. They don’t provide rules, they just randomly switch yin and yang.”

Dou Zhao had already walked to the end of the corridor at this point, but unlike before, he didn’t turn into the next road. He just stood at the entrance, lifted his left hand, pressed it against the high wall, and said without turning his head, “I may not have three days to give you, scholar.”

The word “scholar” had no derogatory meaning, but his arrogant tone clearly couldn’t have any complimentary meaning either.

He was only seen using force slowly with the hand supporting the high wall. Blue veins like dragons bulged on the back of his hand, suddenly lighting up with a golden light, like a dragon opening its eyes!

The golden light burst forth.

Dou Zhao’s whole person was enveloped in a brilliant glory, and that high wall—the seemingly insurmountable, heaven-reaching high wall—emitted an unbearable heavy roar!

All along the way, he seemed to just move forward, just draw his knife, but he had already responded to the Yin Yang Labyrinth over a thousand times, chopping and grasping its true essence!

“What Yin Yang True Saint, he wasn’t defeated here… One hundred thousand years have passed, do you still want to waste my Dou Zhao’s time?!”

He took one step to the left!

The insurmountable wall collapsed.

He had pushed down the rule of “insurmountability”!

After the high wall collapsed, a whole piece of brilliant white intense light surged on everyone’s left side. A thousand threads and ten thousand strands interwoven and ignited, as if a sun had exploded on the spot!

Vaguely, there was a long sigh.

Jiang Wang activated his Qian Yang Red Pupil, looking directly into the center of this “sun,” seeing a vague figure gradually forming. And suddenly turning back, the high wall on the other side had indeed disappeared at some point, leaving only vast, endless darkness, within which a more dark figure condensed.

“Wow, what era is this?” said the figure in the brilliant light, his voice bright and excited.

“Already… very long, very long, right?” said the figure in the darkness, his voice hesitant and low.

“Really, how did it become like this… The topic of this Yin Yang Labyrinth was actually very easy to solve,” said the figure in the brilliant light.

“Indeed not difficult,” said the figure in the darkness.

The figure in the brilliant light said, “As long as you use the knowledge principles of the ‘Five Virtues Overcome’ theory, with heavenly stems and earthly branches as the base, add the changes of the four seasons, and then use a little number technique skill, you can calculate a safe and broad path. All the key conditions are revealed on the Yin Yang high walls.”

The figure in the darkness said, “I still, left some hints.”

“Then,” the figure in the brilliant light instantly retracted all the intense light, turning into a brilliant man in white clothes, a white crown, and a white robe, clearly appearing in everyone’s vision, his expression slightly exaggerated. “How long has it been since then? Are the later generations so rude now, acting so roughly? They actually pushed down our labyrinth.”

As if endless darkness, it also all gathered into a man in black clothes, a black crown, and a black robe, who said somewhat dejectedly, “Not solving the problem, tearing up the test paper. What kind of school’s style is this?”

“Kong Ke, perhaps?” the white-crowned man said. “That year he couldn’t win the debate, he just drew his sword and killed the person. Then he declared himself the winner of the debate.”

“Oh?” the black-crowned man said. “Seems I heard someone mention a Confucian scholar.”

Hearing these two figures in front of them so arrange the Confucian Ancestor, Ji Li, even with her quiet temperament, couldn’t bear it for a moment. “Wild words and idle fragments, how can you boast? Stop talking nonsense! Who are you? So formless?!”

Snow Flower bared her teeth, emitting a threatening low roar, assisting her master.

“She’s very anxious,” the white-crowned man said.

“Look, she also knows this matter,” the black-crowned man said.

Ji Li only regretted not knowing how to say swear words, unable to express herself in a thousand words and ten thousand phrases.

Snow Flower meowed and meowed, scolding non-stop.

“We should introduce ourselves,” the white-crowned man performed an ancient ritual. “This humble one is Zheng Shao. Little girl, have you… heard of me?”

The black-crowned man said, “Zhao Fanlu.”

Ji Li’s expression became solemn. “The Yin Yang Two Sages!”

Of course she had heard…

Reading near-ancient history, how could one skip the era of various saints? Understanding the era of various saints, how could one neglect the Yin Yang school?

And discussing the Yin Yang school, how could one not know Zheng Shao and Zhao Fanlu!

They were the two most powerful disciples of the Yin Yang True Saint in the era of various saints.

They were called “Yin Yang Little Saints,” and also numbered among the “Yin Yang Two Sages.”

“Saint” refers to a strong person who surpasses the absolute peak and is close to transcendence. To some extent, the people called “sages” in the era of various saints were all strong individuals at the Derive Dao level.

Yin Yang True Saint Zou Huiming created the Yin Yang theory, and Zheng Shao and Zhao Fanlu completed it. They were Zou Huiming’s most outstanding disciples and also helped Zou Huiming become a saint!

Time flies. The Yin Yang True Saint had already transformed his fate, and the Yin Yang Two Sages were of course also impossible to still be alive.

The image manifesting now was only a snippet of time from the most prosperous period of the Yin Yang school in the era of various saints, cut from the pages of the time-space book in this lost river section, deeply hidden within the concept of position within the disastrous water.

Zheng Shao, in his white crown and white robe, laughed heartily. “Later generations still remember me, I can also say I haven’t lived in vain!”

Zhao Fanlu, in his black crown and black robe, said wistfully, “What night is it tonight? How long have we been waiting here?”

“The era of various saints has already ended, together with several eras within the era of various saints, a total of one hundred thousand and three thousand years of history, all drawn as near-ancient. Now it is already the new beginning year of the Dao Calendar,” Ji Li said. “The Yin Yang school no longer exists.”

Zheng Shao smiled brilliantly. “Interesting! I have been dead for so many years!”

Zhao Fanlu then said, “No, the Yin Yang school will forever exist.”

“I say—” Dou Zhao took a step sideways, blocking Zheng Shao’s gaze. “Have you chatted enough? Considering you’ve been dead for a very long time, I’m willing to give you a little patience. But not always.”

“Ha ha ha ha…” Zheng Shao laughed for a while, then said, “I always thought I appreciated direct people, but when I myself am treated so directly, I only feel that this kind of person is really rude啊… Boy! Then I’ll give you a new rule—now you need to divide into two teams and simultaneously challenge me and Zhao Fanlu. If you win this challenge, you can continue walking forward.”

As his words fell, he laughed and retreated back into the endless brilliant light. Zhao Fanlu said nothing and also walked into the eternal darkness.

On the long corridor, only the six people who had entered this labyrinth remained. Under the reflection of the left and right sides, their faces also seemed dim and uncertain.

Zheng Shao and Zhao Fanlu were once existences who had reached the absolute peak beyond the extraordinary.

Although now they were only a clip of time, within this special concept of position, they could also embody the power of a Cave True level.

This was certainly not a simple challenge, even if the clip images of the “Yin Yang Two Sages” were weakened to this extent!

These six people were really not good at dividing into teams fairly now, mainly because Ning Shuangrong was still in a weakened state from overexertion.

Ji Li began to recall intelligence related to Zheng Shao and Zhao Fanlu, silently calculating exactly what kind of team division could achieve the easiest victory. For her, this was not difficult to calculate, and it didn’t take much time…

But for Dou Zhao, this was undoubtedly not a problem.

“You are all one team.”

He only left this sentence, then dragged his Tianxiao knife and stepped alone into the brilliant light.

Ji Li looked towards Jiang Wang.

Jiang Wang said with a warm smile, “The good and evil on that side are unclear, the truth and falsehood are hard to distinguish, we cannot fully listen to them. You all stay here and help guard. If anything is wrong, just lend a hand in time. I will go in and see the situation first.”

Holding Longxiangsi in his hand, he stepped into the dark curtain.

His words had stopped, his person had already hidden.

A book flipped open in the void, words winding. Zhuo Qingru’s face was as usual, and she wrote under her pen—

Although True Man Jiang is warm, his pride is not a bit less.

Dou Zhao stepped into the intense white brilliant light, walking into Zheng Shao’s brilliant light world.

The brilliant light was not enough to stab his eyes. In his eyes, Zheng Shao was so clear and definite.

Zheng Shao stood there majestically, his hands wide open, his face brilliant, almost laughing madly. “Welcome to my daydream!”

In Chen Pu’s writings, it was clearly stated that the word “daydream” came from Zheng Shao.

In the era of various saints, it was still a representative good word, but after the washing of time, it has become a somewhat derogatory delusion today.

Because Zheng Shao’s daydream did not come true!

The efforts of the entire era of various saints did not achieve the highest ideal. Let alone the already perished Yin Yang school, let alone Zheng Shao’s dream.

Dou Zhao was covered in golden light, pushing open the brilliant light, walking forward step by step. “I come to wake you up. Or kill you in your dream.”

Zheng Shao laughed joyfully. “You need to show respect to seniors, boy! Are figures like us, who created history, not worthy of your proper worship? See me, why not worship!”

“The present world is the true world, the middle ancient and near ancient are all like smoke. The people of today are the true people, the ancient people and former people have all become yesterday!” Dou Zhao walked forward. The daydream world was so vast, but with every step he took, he halved the distance between himself and Zheng Shao. “The dead should just lie down, your era has already passed. The people of today are not for you to examine.”

His martial clothes lightly lifted, Tianxiao was already across the sky. “Open your eyes and see, whose world is it today!”