Dou Zhao felt that in this world, there was nothing that could not be surpassed.

Every towering mountain peak waited for someone to climb it. And he was the one who could flatten them all.

This was not some predestined fate.

He also never believed in the myth of a fixed destiny.

But… if not me, then who?

The Heavenly Hero Blade hung horizontally in the air, its ridge like a mountain, its edge capable of splitting the earth.

Dou Zhao’s brilliant golden body flew horizontally and without restraint. This world, filled with endless delusions and white-day dreams, trembled under his blade!

Zheng Shao’s expression was still bright, and his tone was even cheerful: “Red-clothed boy, you are very strong! It’s been difficult to endure here in the Yin Yang Labyrinth for so long, and the power I can mobilize is already very limited. It’s truly possible that you could defeat me!”

The near-ancient sage opened his arms, embracing this world, as if also welcoming the future.

The power of delusion had an exaggerated manifestation in this world. Sometimes, rain would suddenly fall, with raindrops like cow hair needles. Or mud would turn to lava, and thunder would walk on the ground. Even the ground would become the sky, reversing Yin and Yang.

But no matter how the scene changed, how the wind, rain, clouds, and snow alternated, that touch of golden color remained unyielding and brilliant.

He seemed to eternally shine in this delusional world: “Among all the impractical delusions, I am the only one that has become true. Now I must overcome the past, just as I must overcome you!”

The ground rumbled and cracked open, separating Zheng Shao and Dou Zhao with a heavenly trench. Vast starlight, with the posture of flowing lava, surged out from underground, like a strange and fantastic dream, roaring before Dou Zhao.

Zheng Shao simply stood on the opposite bank of the heavenly trench, laughing loudly: “In order not to give you an opportunity to communicate, there is one more specific rule, which I will only inform you of at this time – the challenges in the Yin Yang world proceed simultaneously. You must both achieve victory, and the error cannot exceed fifteen minutes. Otherwise, Yin and Yang will transform, the Five Elements will rotate, and we will always return.”

He wasn’t being arrogant, but sighed softly: “That’s also too tiring! After being dead for so many years, I still need to constantly work. I don’t know how the present world has developed, but it’s certainly not my ideal world.”

Dou Zhao lifted his blade and charged into the roaring river of stars, his long blade humming and killing as he posed his question: “How big is the gap in strength between you and Zhao Fanlu?”

“Although I don’t want to admit it – there should be no gap between him and me.” Zheng Shao watched Dou Zhao’s performance with interest: “How do you plan to control power and time? To achieve a victory consistent with that green-clothed boy early, do I need to cooperate?”

“I don’t plan to control it.” Dou Zhao’s unyielding figure had already killed his way out of the river of stars, one blade flattening the last distance, directly facing Zheng Shao, and the blade edge lifted close to his head: “Although Jiang Wang isn’t much, he’s not too far behind me. Fifteen minutes is too long. Even one breath is too long! Moreover, look at your dry bones in the tomb, how many of my blades can you withstand!”

At this time, on the other side of the Yin Yang world, Jiang Wang was facing the same problem.

The black-crowned and black-robed Zhao Fanlu had closed his eyes, his hands crossed and placed on his chest, lying flat in a black coffin, as if already in a deep sleep.

The coffin was submerged at the bottom of dark water. Vaguely, this was the end of this world.

And his voice echoed in the boundless dark sea:

“This is my midnight. I wander in people’s dreams during their waking hours. Young man, does life make you feel tired? Are you about to wake up?”

Although jointly called the “Yin Yang World,” Zheng Shao and Zhao Fanlu’s worlds could not simply be divided by Yin and Yang.

Zheng Shao’s world was a world of white-day dreams, carrying delusions.

While Zhao Fanlu’s world was an ocean of subconsciousness, confusing consciousness fragments, and the unaware subconscious thoughts of living beings.

Neither of these two powers could be clearly manifested as light and shadow power, yet they possessed the strange mystery of the Yin Yang family.

Jiang Wang raised his sword in this deep sea, calmly looked around, and simply said: “I never sleep. And why must I wake up?”

Zhao Fanlu’s voice floated in the dark seawater, like water grass that had lost its life: “An awakened person is the first person in the world to be in pain. All the beauty in the world is not worth mentioning when seen through. Even if a fine robe is embroidered with brocade, it is inevitably full of lice underneath. We often say, it’s hard to stay confused!”

“I don’t care if you are confused, I don’t care about your attitude towards life. I won’t try to change you, Senior. Of course, I won’t be changed by you either.” Jiang Wang said calmly: “I only know that no matter what fate gives me, I must soberly feel it. I will welcome everything in my life, and I will face all my choices.”

“If your end is death?” Zhao Fanlu asked.

Jiang Wang opened his five fingers, letting his knuckles feel this piece of sea. Flames still jumped in the seawater, wandering in his fingers. He said in a declarative tone: “Let me know how I die, let me try if I can save myself.”

The subconscious is often unaware thoughts, but it is connected to the fragments experienced in previous lives.

In the ocean of subconsciousness, Zhao Fanlu could see the most real person, and he also displayed his most real self.

“Do you respect us, these decayed bones of the past, the already deceased?” he asked.

“I respect history, Senior. It is precisely everything in the past that has created today.” Jiang Wang said: “Of course, I respect those who created history even more.”

Zhao Fanlu said: “If I tell you this road is impassable -”

Jiang Wang interrupted him: “Whether this road is passable or not, I must walk through it myself, rather than hear it from others. I respect you, but I don’t follow you. I have my own road to walk.”

Zhao Fanlu, lying in the coffin, slowly opened his eyes. His pupils were dark, with a trace of sadness: “Don’t follow anyone? Even a sage?”

Jiang Wang gripped the red flame in his hand, extinguishing it: “There is no me outside the body, the true me has no other.”

“Then, young man.” Zhao Fanlu asked: “Do you have any persistence that you couldn’t achieve, or any regret that shocks you when you dream back at midnight?”

“What I want, I go and strive for with my sword. What I once dreamed, I realize myself.” Jiang Wang began to walk forward, colorful light and invisible sound patterns weaving under his feet: “Rather, you, Senior – I seem to see your distant, unreachable old dreams shattered here. Do you regret it?”

Zhao Fanlu couldn’t lie in the ocean of subconsciousness, so he opened his eyes and shed tears. He only said: “To successfully pass here, your challenges on both sides of the Yin Yang world must all be victorious, and the error cannot exceed fifteen minutes – come, let me see how you grasp the situation, let me see a heavenly pride of later generations!”

One after another figure sat up from his corpse, walked out of the coffin, and went towards Jiang Wang.

Those were Zhao Fanlu’s cultivated subconscious projections. Some held compasses, some held books, some raised swords…

Almost endless projections covered the ocean in an instant!

In this vast and boundless ocean of subconsciousness, every single subconscious projection of Zhao Fanlu could embody a part of his power.

They flew densely, making the dark sea even darker.

“You all underestimate Dou Zhao too much.” Jiang Wang said calmly: “I don’t think I have more than a fifteen-minute advantage over him.”

What he saw and heard produced a wonderful symphony. Colorful light woven under his feet into a pure white Sight-Sound boat!

The world was different from then on.

The subconscious ocean was also covered by sight and sound. All subconscious fragments were clearly displayed.

I come, I see, I hear, all in view!

The white boat traveled in the dark sea, crushing all sight and sound with an unmatched domineering momentum.

Those subconscious projections, one by one, flew in like waves constantly crashing, and were easily shattered one by one.

The Sight-Sound boat quickly crushed ten thousand projections. The long tail line was like the edge of a sword, so clearly cutting through the subconscious ocean – in even less than a breath’s time, the Sight-Sound boat had already arrived above the submerged coffin in the dark sea.

The white boat faced the black coffin, and Jiang Wang raised his sword in the heart of the boat!

The present-day legend and the near-ancient sage faced each other in such a situation.

Zhao Fanlu, shedding tears with open eyes in the black coffin, and the calm and peaceful True Man Jiang on the white boat…

Their eyes met, across more than ten thousand years!

Had the old dream already become yesterday’s horse?

Was the ideal impossible to realize?

Were all our efforts meaningless?

Such silent questions echoed within the deep dark sea.

Jiang Wang answered with his sword, thus cutting horizontally with one sword!

In Zhao Fanlu’s tearful eyes, this sword seemed to have no sword image. It was infinitely magnified by the Sight-Sound boat, giving the opponent only a single sharp edge.

Although it was a single line, it was endless.

This single sharp edge did not feel like it was chopping onto the body, but rather like it was originally imprinted on the body.

It appeared before perception.

When you felt it, you had already been chopped.

The entire subconscious ocean was separated by such a brilliant light… splitting the sea and the sky with one line!

When the white-clothed State Marquis shattered into ten thousand drops of pure water before the Cave True level evil view, the dim sky then seemed to fall a rain – as if washing away several points of sin.

The residual blade light still extended nearly infinitely, splitting directly towards the end of his vision.

At first glance, it was as if the entire evil sea was divided by the blade light.

The Heavy Xuanzun’s blade was truly too bright.

And Kou Xuejiao, just stepped out from the middle of the turbid waves chopped over by the blade light.

“Found the Poor Strange!”

Even cold and solemn like her, after searching bitterly for so long, finally finding the lotus seed world where the target was located, her tone inevitably added a touch of joy.

“Is that so?”

At this moment, she heard a voice ask this question.

It was not the voice of Heavy Xuanzun.

Thus, she turned her head and saw an ugly man with a six-foot long sword on his back, his appearance not good.

His body was short, yet he carried such a long sword on his back.

His skin was dark, yet he wore a rice-white long robe.

In short, he was a person who didn’t know how to cover up his shortcomings. Or rather, a person who was unaware of having shortcomings.

Kou Xuejiao’s heart began to sink, inexplicably feeling some coldness. Her armor couldn’t withstand the cold, and she involuntarily gripped the Three Thousand Red Dust Sword tightly.

“This humble one is Xu Ximing.” The ugly man with the sword on his back bowed extremely politely: “Dare I ask if you are the right protector Kou Xuejiao of the Blood River Sect? I once spoke with someone, saying that when I reach the Cave True level, I want to ask for your guidance. I wonder if now is a suitable time?”

May there be no sin in the world, cast law swords as plows!

The six-foot Cast Plow Sword, the first sharp edge of the Legalist School.

Kou Xuejiao of course recognized this Cast Plow Sword, and also of course remembered Xu Ximing.

In the speculations of several masters, the image of Xu Ximing was very likely the agent of the Bodhi Evil Ancestor!

Seeing him in person, even she, a true man of the present world, a strong person who fought and killed in the disaster water all year round, inevitably felt a chill down her spine.

Red dust lines were born from the sword hilt, entwining like spirit snakes, climbing her arm.

Kou Xuejiao quickly calmed down – the Bodhi Evil Ancestor had already been sealed back, and would not emerge except for a disaster tribulation. The Xu Ximing in front of her, even if he was truly the agent of the Bodhi Evil Ancestor, could not possibly kill her, Kou Xuejiao!

She turned the sword edge, and strands of red dust lines, like ribbons, flew and danced behind her: “If you think it’s the right time, then come and ask for my sword!”

Xu Ximing smiled unpleasantly, and the Cast Plow Sword was already in his hand.

“Then receive this sword of mine.”

He gripped the long sword with both hands, dragging it slantwise behind him. With a slightly awkward posture, he began to run towards here, surging turbid waves rising behind him, towering into the sky in an instant –

“Protector Kou?”

This voice seemed to be far away in the sky, but like a meteorite falling, like a meteor streaking across the long sky, it fell into her ear, becoming very clear.

Kou Xuejiao came back to her senses, just facing Heavy Xuanzun’s slightly doubtful eyes.

His voice was also a blade that cut through delusion!

“What’s wrong with you?”

Kou Xuejiao took a deep breath, looked back around, but where was there any trace of Xu Ximing?

Her gaze shifted from Xu Ximing’s face back to Heavy Xuanzun’s face, as if from hell to heaven.

“Nothing.” She brushed off the sentence, but couldn’t help saying: “Champion Marquis, did you just see an ugly man with a long sword on his back?”

“There are only the two of us here,” Heavy Xuanzun said.

His speech was always certain, rarely containing questioning sentences.

Because he had absolute belief in himself. What he saw as truth was the truth, what he was certain of was the correct path, and he would absolutely not doubt himself because of anyone. Kou Xuejiao was of course no exception.

Kou Xuejiao stood there quietly, momentarily dazed: “Today’s disaster water is not peaceful. We should – as soon as possible.”

She should have originally said to go back first, but for some reason, she changed her words again.

Heavy Xuanzun said indifferently: “It doesn’t matter. We’ve been exploring in the disaster water for so long, Protector Kou must also be very tired. You can give me the clue to the Poor Strange, and go back to the sect to rest first. I will take the Poor Strange’s essence blood and then leave.”

“Let’s still go together. The Poor Strange is not too easy to find.” Kou Xuejiao turned around and led the way, and in this process of turning around, she quickly recovered her state.

The disaster tribulation had not yet arrived, and the three fierce beasts of the evil sea had not all emerged.

Xu Ximing was not worth worrying about. She really shouldn’t have turned back!

Why was she so afraid?

“Protector Kou,” Heavy Xuanzun’s voice rang out again.

“What’s the matter?” Kou Xuejiao walked in front without turning back.

“Are you alright?” Heavy Xuanzun asked again.

“I’ve been fighting and killing in the disaster water for so many years, what could be wrong?” Kou Xuejiao said in a steady voice: “Let’s take the Poor Strange’s essence blood and leave.”

Having guarded the evil sea for over fifty-four thousand years, the Blood River Sect’s understanding of the disaster water could be called the best in the present world.

For Kou Xuejiao, finding a lotus seed world was not a difficult matter. For ten thousand years, the Blood River Sect had its own set of effective methods. But to find a specific lotus seed world that possessed a certain thing was absolutely not simple.

There were too many lotus seed worlds, and most of them were shattered. Moreover, the dangers within were various, and not uniform.

They had once become the essence of the disaster water, and the degree of danger reflected this.

Furthermore, all lotus seed worlds were completely indistinguishable in appearance. To differentiate them, one had to explore them first and mark them with a special method.

So there was such a saying: “If you don’t enter it, you won’t get the lotus fruit. If you enter it, life and death are hard to know.”

Two present-day true men traveled in the turbid waves, heading towards the deeper parts of the evil sea. They parted the dark surges, cut through shattered vortices, and walked on the dark submerged mountain ridges. This was not the bottom, because there were still sea trenches, still cracks, and no one had truly explored the bottom of the evil sea.

This was the highest mountain range within the evil sea.

The originally dim skylight was further blocked by the waves, not penetrating even an inch. The evil force weighed down, making their footsteps slightly heavy. Under the evil sea was boundless and increasingly profound darkness.

But a true man had his own truth.

On the dark submerged mountain ridge, two such people walked –

Blood armor lifting red, white clothes hanging a sharp edge.

It’s getting late.

To avoid laziness, I’m inserting a flag.

There are still four days this week. I will definitely find one day to add an update.

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