The bitter sea’s waves cannot be calmed, nor can the world’s boundless hatred be entirely quelled.

The force of the *Du’e* sword was wrenched into being by sheer force of will, erupting with the strength of the man himself!

Yi Shengfeng’s body retreated, yet he maintained a fighting stance, his momentum diminished but his form unbroken. Such a Heavenly Pride must at all times ensure they can unleash their strongest state. Victory and defeat are often decided in an instant. Those not perpetually prepared are unqualified to taste victory’s fruit.

Jiang Wang moved with the same readiness even in ordinary times. At this moment, he was naturally unwilling to relinquish the advantage he’d seized. Beneath his feet, the trace of *Qingyun* faintly appeared, and he closed in, man and sword as one! He didn’t charge directly but masterfully utilized the shifts of *Pingbu Qingyun*, constantly vying for a more advantageous position.

As Yi Shengfeng retreated, he trod the *Tianji Step*, continuously adjusting his body. In the grand scheme, one advanced while the other retreated, but in the smaller movements, they dueled for every inch. Layers of afterimages stacked around them, making it appear, at first glance, as though dozens of figures were locked in chaotic, unending battle.

“Why do you dare not face yourself?” Yi Shengfeng’s tone was indifferent. “That year I gained the immortal opportunity; it is only right you should hate me.”

“Indeed, sixteen years ago, you won the favor of the *Nan Dou Hall*,” Jiang Wang’s voice was calm, devoid of resentment, holding only indifference. Indifference is the deepest scorn.

“Then what? Sixteen years later, you’ve even lost the courage to face me fairly.” As the final word fell, a startling peal of thunder ripped across the sky. The descending *Outer Path Vajra Thunder Sound* echoed once more!

Any *Dao* technique, so long as it can provoke a reaction from the opponent, has inherent value. For opportunities for victory are forged in continuous entanglement and struggle. Thus, knowing his opponent was already familiar with the thunderclap, Jiang Wang still unleashed it whenever the chance arose.

A wisp of sword qi leaped from Yi Shengfeng’s ear, shredding the incoming thunder sound. “If you still need such words to comfort yourself, then I have truly wasted my time remembering you for so long!”

Their figures whistled through the heavens and earth, shattering one illusion after another. It seemed *Long Xiangsi* and *Thin Xinglang* had not touched for a considerable time. Yet, the clash of their swords was like a sudden downpour on banana leaves, each strike more urgent than the last.

“Jiang Wang!”

“That year you yourself failed to contend! Resent me if you must!” Yi Shengfeng’s steps quickened, his sword hastened, and his voice grew heavier. “What pretense of being light as clouds and wind? What facade of indifference?”

“Self-deception! To what end!”

The sword qi, sword momentum, and sword intent of the two were now completely intertwined, their contention unfolding in every corner. A frosty blade swept past, yet it felt like a silken sash wrapped around a waist. Jiang Wang’s form shifted rapidly, never losing that initial advantage, pressing Yi Shengfeng into a continuous draw of his sword!

“Who is it that deceives themselves? Yi Shengfeng? If you do not kill me, the *Shenlin* will waver. If I do not kill you today, tomorrow will suffice. You are not some crucial figure, merely an old debt that needs settling. Your regrets are because of me, while my regrets lie only in my cultivation, unconnected to anyone else.”

His voice was firm, calm, just like the steps he had always taken. From grasping the *Dao* path until now, another month and a half to two months had passed. He cultivated and verified himself on the battlefield. By today, he understood more clearly what he needed, what he wanted. All he had cultivated and learned was without regret. The only thing lacking was a chance to channel his accumulated power.

He did indeed possess a resolute determination to kill Yi Shengfeng, but Yi Shengfeng was never a true obstacle to his heart. Before achieving the extraordinary, he did often dream of his hometown’s small river at midnight. One could say that pursuing Yi Shengfeng and reclaiming what was taken was, for a long period of time, a goal in his struggle.

But was it truly so? What he remembered more, what he thought of more, was still the scene of Lu Shuanghe’s sword whistling through the clear sky. The extraordinary, detached world, which had then pushed open a door for him, that fleeting glimpse, became the distant dream of the small town boy setting out on a long journey.

Thereafter, no matter how much he experienced, he never complained, never cried out in weariness. After reaching the *True View* and leaping over the dragon gate, truly becoming extraordinary, he had already entered a vaster world within. He hadn’t even specifically sought news of Yi Shengfeng. He knew that as long as he continued to move forward, he would encounter him one day. When that happened, one sword would suffice. It wasn’t a matter of some never-ending hatred just for that self that had almost died in childhood. If not for Ning Jianke’s sudden mention in the *Taixu Illusion*, he might not have even thought of this person.

When Yi Shengfeng spoke of why there was no *Shenlin* moment, he remained silently unresponsive. His silence was not because the words hit their mark, but because they felt utterly ridiculous. The victim had already shifted his gaze, yet the perpetrator instead developed a heart-barrier! Worldly affairs, worldly people, how ironic they were!

“The weary phoenix perches on the parasol tree; the wild goose lifts its eyes to the high sky!”

In the relentless onslaught, Jiang Wang’s sword qi and sword momentum gradually became one cohesive entity. His red-gold eyes were locked firmly on Yi Shengfeng, like an indestructible sword: “Yi Shengfeng, how could you possibly believe you are worthy of being my heart-barrier?!”

He clearly believed this was merely Jiang Wang’s exaggeration. He was certain Jiang Wang must hate him to the bone, presumably thinking of him day and night, hating him enough to drink his blood and eat his flesh. Yet, Yi Shengfeng still felt an inexpressible anger. He had spoken of heart-demons and insoluble hatred precisely to exploit a flaw in Jiang Wang’s defenses. But the gleam in Jiang Wang’s eyes instead filled him with a chill, like being naked in the snow. He felt indifferent, with nowhere to hide his shame! Hence the anger!

He was a person of cool nature, rarely swayed by emotions from the beginning. He had no strong loves or hates, and few such emotions as anger. But concerning Jiang Wang, concerning the old matters of Fengxi Town, it had indeed obstructed his *Dao* path for a long time. He could not possibly avoid it!

Once the flame of anger was ignited, it raged in an instant. The fire of anger leaped at this moment, like demons and ghosts, baring fangs and brandishing claws to devour his heart. He even felt a kind of expanding power within this anger—

Not right! Yi Shengfeng suddenly awoke. That expanding power was merely an illusion, the burning anger not the truth.

Suddenly, a sword leaped out from his heart sea, severing all the boundless杂 thoughts cleanly. His *Dao Yuan*, vibrating in a unique way with the *Nan Dou Hall*, caused *Thin Xinglang* to flicker with a cold edge, splitting heaven and cracking earth, performing nine hundred and eighty-seven swords in an instant! Hidden within were thirteen thousand six hundred and twenty-one kinds of variations! They were countless, impossible to respond to, impossible to evade. This was the *Yi Suan* style of the *Nan Dou Killing Sword*!

Indeed, in the very next moment, dense sword styles rained down like a sudden downpour. Jiang Wang directly stirred up a storm of sword techniques. Famous Scholar Fallen! Old General in Decline! Body Not His Own! Youthful Arrogance! Either horizontal or vertical, either picking or wiping. Sword light struck sword light, sword qi met sword qi. The *Yi Suan* sword qi, with exquisite calculation, staunch reliance, and complex variations, wove into a dense sword net, covering the wind, covering the rain, layer by layer disintegrating this round of attack.

In the sun-colored, glaze-like transparent sword light, Yi Shengfeng’s sword-brows slightly furrowed. This should not be so… He should not have lost his composure like this! *Anger Fire*, such a weak *Dao* technique for him, such a *Dao* technique he already knew well, yet used so tracelessly by Jiang Wang just now, still almost tricked him! There was no need to comment on how exquisitely or timely Jiang Wang used it. That was Jiang Wang’s duty, it was simply the strength of his person. But how could he, Yi Shengfeng, in a life-and-death struggle, perform so clumsily?

To know that after so many years of learning the sword, he had never even once had a trembling hand. His *Shibo* Ren Qiuli’s evaluation of him was “leakless sword,” meaning he never made a mistake in a fight. To know that when he followed his master to Jian Ge to ask for a sword, challenging seventeen people of the same generation consecutively, he never gave his opponents a single opportunity. To know that in the vast South Domain, with the rich rewards offered by Huai Gongfu, the number of *Wai Lou* cultivators seeking to kill him was countless. Among them, how many were stuck before the *Heaven-Man* barrier, having accumulated years, seeking the *Shenlin* opportunity, disregarding everything! If he made even one mistake, he would not be standing here today.

He was originally a person who never made mistakes, his sword originally forever ice-cold. But facing Jiang Wang, he seemed to have returned to his childhood, returned to those times he thought he had forgotten, yet which remained forever! Was it just childish swordplay? He put serious effort into it. He clearly thought of all methods, but that little Jiang Wang’s small wooden sword would always appear in places he didn’t expect.

“Hahaha, later we’ll be the Fengxi double swords!” The young Jiang Wang said so, his face full of smiles, like a fool. Who wants to be the Fengxi double swords with you!

No! How is this childhood now!? So much time has passed, I have used all my efforts, surpassed all the young people in the *Nan Dou Hall*, truly gained the recognition of *Seven Kill True Man*, only to walk to this day. Everything I have experienced, if changed to you, perhaps you would not have survived. Everything I have felt, if changed to you, perhaps you would not have borne it. How is this childhood!

Yi Shengfeng’s eyes returned to indifference, but within them were the silhouettes of countless emotions, like ripples in a well. Including the anger that had been provoked, including his obstinacy, including his shame. He was unwilling, *Shen Tong*, *Hua Yi*, open!

So-called painting a tiger, it’s easy to paint the skin, hard to paint the bones; knowing a person, you know their face, not their heart. Painting intent divine ability, painting is one’s own intent, painting is even more the human heart. The silhouettes of emotions scattered into light, the flowing light serving as a paintbrush. First, he painted a “hate” for Jiang Wang—you should hate me to the bone, sparing no effort to kill me, regardless of life or death.

The human heart harbors hate, the five aggregates are all confused.

Secondly, he painted a “quiet” for himself—let the wind blow and the clouds scatter, I will watch the moon from the well.

Only at this moment could he truly unleash the power of the *Yi Suan* style. So-called “Yi Suan,” it is counting merit, counting virtue, calculating cause, calculating effect. How is merit counted? How are cause and effect measured? Merit, cause, and effect are all balanced by the Heavenly Dao itself. What increases, what decreases, how can humans calculate it? This sword requires surpassing wisdom to urge, requires an eternal constant heart to reflect. Yi Shengfeng originally could not reach this state, but with the painting intent divine ability, he could simulate it, allowing himself to approach the state of *Tianji True Man*. His heart was like still water, calculating momentum, calculating the sword, calculating the Heavenly Dao without flaw, calculating the human Dao without leakage. Calculating the enemy’s first opportunity, calculating reinforcement step by step! Thirteen thousand six hundred and twenty-one variations flowed like water in his sword style.

Yi Shengfeng counterattacked! If Jiang Wang’s previous attack was a sudden downpour, then Yi Shengfeng’s counterassault at this moment was a rushing waterfall. Roaring sword qi almost filled every space it could fill, complex and varied sword styles almost exhausting the limits of imagination.

But Yi Shengfeng discovered—

Though he saw through the thirteen thousand six hundred and twenty-one variations of the *Yi Suan* sword style, he could not see through the eyes of his childhood friend. They were still so calm, so peaceful… Those red-gold eyes were not shaken in the slightest! The *Red Heart* divine ability suppressed all directions; the hate from the painting intent divine ability could not be added! His sword style was like an angry sea, but his opponent was an eternal, unchanging lone reef. Too tough! Let one sword go, a thousand swords go, ten thousand swords go, all were met with only one sword in return. Divine abilities could not influence it, peak sword styles could not suppress its realm. And as the fight continued, his opponent’s reactions became more and more precise, more and more composed! As if every sword was accumulating momentum for him, every clash, could instantly be converted into resources. Thirteen thousand six hundred and twenty-one variations seemed fundamentally insufficient to fill this gap.

This could absolutely not be explained by fighting talent alone!

In Yi Shengfeng’s heart, a realization arose—that Jiang Wang possessed some kind of divine ability to collect battle intelligence. The longer they fought, the more he could penetrate his opponent, thereby achieving the effect of anticipating the enemy’s opportunity. Therefore, fighting Jiang Wang required a quick fight, not a prolonged one. His choice to use the *Benefit Calculate* sword style to create opportunities was clearly a kind of foolishness! The more engagements, the more information Jiang Wang grasped.

Pitiful, that waste Taiyin! In the *Mountain Sea Realm*, two against one, having experienced a life-and-death struggle, he couldn’t even see out such an important point!

As this thought arose, Yi Shengfeng’s sword intent suddenly changed. The boundless sword tide all retreated. From his back, along his spine, mysterious and thin illusory wings suddenly unfolded!

Divine ability *Cicada Wings*, open!

Autumn wind has not yet moved, the cicada is the first to know. This divine ability is known as “whatever happens, there must be a sense of it.” It is the so-called “thought arises, then the cicada is startled.” Every single hair on his body could detect the changes in heaven and earth, the movements of all things in the world. If *Heart Blood Tide* was a heart awareness divine ability, then *Cicada Wings* was a body awareness divine ability. In this state, Yi Shengfeng’s speed and reaction ability were both elevated to the limit his own physical body could support!

Almost at the same moment *Cicada Wings* unfolded, *Thin Good Lang* was already pointing towards Jiang Wang’s heart.

Too fast! His charge, man and sword together, crossing the distance between them, was already so fast that Jiang Wang couldn’t draw his sword in time! That ice-cold sword tip was less than an inch from his heart when—a cluster of blazing white light sources suddenly ignited! Then came the second, the third, the fourth, the fifth!

Divine ability *Five Wheels Light*, *Heaven Treasury Body* manifested!

Yi Shengfeng’s speed, which had reached its limit, was inevitably slightly sluggish in the surge of the five divine ability lights. That red light, frost light, green light, gold light, and black and white light, mixed and swirled, indistinguishable from each other.

In his state of extreme speed, Yi Shengfeng’s thoughts also turned like fleeting light. Although this sword could pierce the heart, could it kill Jiang Wang in the *Heaven Treasury* state with one strike? If not, after this sword pierced the heart, could he, at such close range, withstand Jiang Wang’s counterattack?

The *Cicada Wings* divine ability had already keenly perceived the opponent’s reaction. Every muscle in his body surged with terrifying power fluctuations—Jiang Wang was already prepared to sacrifice his body, receive the sword, and counterattack in a desperate fight!

Cannot stab down! He must exhaust the changes in his limit speed, force out a flaw, rather than clash head-on with a short weapon against a long one. His feet suddenly turned, and Yi Shengfeng was already at Jiang Wang’s back, a sword once again pointing to his heart!

A path of frost-white cloak suddenly unfolded! The extreme and severe cold killing intent made Yi Shengfeng’s heart surge in an instant, perceiving danger! This was absolutely a killing divine ability already developed to the limit of this realm; it absolutely could not be received! He didn’t fully understand the intelligence of the wind, but only through such close contact could he truly feel its severe cold and understand its ruthlessness. If anyone was confident in their defense and dared to face this wind, they would likely not even leave a trace behind.

Thus, his footsteps shifted lightly, his figure turning again. In a flash, Yi Shengfeng was in the high sky, piercing straight down from above towards Jiang Wang’s heavenly spirit with a single sword.

Jiang Wang, his entire body bathed in *Heaven Treasury Light*, suddenly had the illusion of a single-footed divine bird rising behind him. It raised its head to the sky, its mouth calling out “Bi Fang”! Boundless divine fire surged into the high sky in an instant! Before this fire even made contact, there was already a shock that seemed to penetrate the body and scorch the soul—this was undoubtedly the reminder of the *Heart Blood Tide*. This kind of divine ability fire had the ability to penetrate truth; it could not be in contact for too long!

Thus, he turned again. Before the edge of *Thin Good Lang* and the fire line made contact, Yi Shengfeng’s figure had already disappeared. He was once again face to face with Jiang Wang, then horizontally slashed at his throat!

Jiang Wang held his sword vertically in front of him. This time *Long Xiangsi* finally caught up because it was originally guarding the central palace. Thus, a vertical sword against a horizontal slash, a single clash.

They touched and then separated!

With the absolute advantage in speed, Yi Shengfeng was naturally unwilling to clash. His figure shifted lightly, turning and attacking again. In an instant, it was as if there were dozens or hundreds of Yi Shengfengs, launching a comprehensive, no-dead-angle attack on Jiang Wang from the southeast, northwest, and every direction. Suddenly like a horse running across the day, suddenly like an elephant flying across the field. Human shadows connected into pieces, sword lights splashed into rain!

However, in this pouring sword rain, the figure surrounded by fire, enveloped by the rolling frost cloak, remained ever firm! Jiang Wang’s speed could not keep up with his opponent at all! For him, this was also a rare experience. The *Flat Step Blue Cloud Immortal Technique*, obtained from the *Cloud Top Immortal Official*, had always allowed him to seize the initiative in every fight. Those he had fought before, even those as strong as Dou Zhao and Chong Xuanzun, could not suppress him in terms of body technique.

But Yi Shengfeng at this moment, whether in movement speed or strike speed, had reached a certain limit. He was so fast that even with the eyesight of *Qian Yang Red Pupils*, he couldn’t capture him!

The intelligence materials prepared by the Great Chu Huai State Duke Manor were quite complete, basically including all of Yi Shengfeng’s public combat intelligence. So although sixteen years had passed since he had seen Yi Shengfeng, Jiang Wang did not lack “knowledge” about him. In the process of fighting, intelligence and reality were verified against each other, correcting deviations, changing errors, and “knowledge” was constantly supplemented. His consciousness could completely follow Yi Shengfeng, and he could even anticipate the enemy’s move. But his speed couldn’t keep up, his body technique couldn’t keep up, his sword couldn’t keep up! Even if he knew where Yi Shengfeng’s next sword would stab, his sword couldn’t reach it in time. The terror of the *Cicada Wings* divine ability lay in this: clearly his sword technique was not inferior in the slightest, but he fundamentally couldn’t use it.

But sword technique was not Mei Wang’s only strength from the beginning. So he instantly opened *Heaven Treasury*, so he drifted with the rolling frost cloak, so he spread out the *Three Flavors True Fire*. With the *Heaven Treasury Body*, he reduced the speed gap, strengthened his own defense, and won the possibility of exchanging injury for a sword strike. He then used divine abilities as the main defense and sword technique as a supplement, constructing a defensive net. The *Three Flavors True Fire* spread out around his body, the *Not Complete Wind* patrolled his body, and sword technique checked for leaks and filled gaps. This formed a defensive net that allowed Jiang Wang to gain precious time to breathe, and thus safely adapt to Yi Shengfeng’s terrifying speed. The cooperation between divine abilities and sword technique was perfect and without flaw. This kind of fighting talent was truly shocking!

This was the first time Yi Shengfeng had encountered a situation where the *Cicada Wings* divine ability returned without merit, where his limit speed onslaught could not break through the defense! Clearly, Jiang Wang was not known for his defense, yet he had utilized his abilities to the limit.

Truly worthy of being Jiang Wang—Yi Shengfeng felt a faint sense of praise in his heart, but his face was expressionless, his eyes devoid of emotion. He only turned more urgently, killed faster. Frosty wind, red fire, rain of sword light, all so dazzling in the night. The fight between two *Outer Building* cultivators, hitting within a twenty-zhang radius with brilliant light and shadow! Horizontal slash, vertical pick, slanted chop, sudden left and right stabbing kills, a formidable *Bo Good Lang*, truly a ruthless sword, suppressing even Jiang Wang in the *Heaven Treasury* state!

But that red fire, though swaying, became more and more vigorous. That frost cloak, though illusory, became more and more solid. Jiang Wang, with terrifying speed, was adapting to the current fighting rhythm, even showing signs of counterattack—Yi Shengfeng had already perceived Jiang Wang’s “knowledge” ability, and naturally would not give him more opportunities. He was very clear that even under the strong state of the *Cicada Wings* divine ability, if he did not kill Jiang Wang in the first round of attack, it would only become more and more difficult to achieve merit.

The reason he continued such an offensive was precisely for this moment, just as Jiang Wang was gradually adapting to this rhythm, starting to become impatient with being passively struck, waiting for an opportunity to draw his sword—at this moment, the stars on the horizon moved!

Those in an attacking state always have weaknesses! Because to achieve ultimate killing force, every detail of the entire body must serve the attack. Jiang Wang’s counterattack at this time was naturally cautious. But after all, a flaw had appeared. Yi Shengfeng unleashed his killing blow without hesitation, to end tonight’s fight in this one round.

That distant star responded to an ancient oath. The *Star Tower* belonging exclusively to Yi Shengfeng thus shone in the night sky—a sudden madman sharpening a knife in the night, the emperor star swaying with *Yinghuo* High!

The first *Star Tower*, shining in *Yinghuo*! Heaven gives birth to all things to nurture people, people without a single virtue to repay heaven, only kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill!

The second *Star Tower*, shining in *Seven Kills*! Killing one is for crime, slaughtering ten thousand is for hero, slaughtering nine hundred thousand is for hero among heroes!

The third *Star Tower*, shining in *Break Army*! Wait until autumn comes in September and eighth, when my flowers bloom, kill a hundred flowers!

The fourth *Star Tower*, shining in *Greedy Wolf*! What gentle courtesy, what propriety, justice, integrity, and shame, what ancient sages said.

Let his grand Dao go!

Yi Shengfeng learned from Lu Frost River, only pursuing ultimate killing force. He established the *Star Light Holy Tower*, each tower in the domain of killing stars! Thus, four great killing stars shone, higher in the bend, brighter than the bright moon. The vast universe spread his *Dao*. From high heaven to the human world, his *Dao* poured down. With the addition of these four great killing star *Holy Towers*, Yi Shengfeng, at this moment, unrestrainedly displayed the power of his *Dao*. This *Dao* was named Kill. It was harvesting wheat and cutting grass, it was killing people like hemp, it was beheading and drinking blood, it was three feet between people and all dying! That deep killing intent at the bottom of his eyes, for the first time, sprayed out without cover, the ancient well without waves opening to reveal the angry sea.

The human world has this intent, it is using death as a line and killing as an embrace! Utterly pure, utterly ice-cold, seven emotions and six desires all extinguished, master, friend, family, all can be killed. The long sword drips blood, yet is still cold! Terrifying killing qi rushed to the sky, rushed to the high sky, collided with the bright moon, vaguely dyeing the endless moonlight with blood light! A night of killing with the moon black and the wind high!

What kind of killing qi was this? What kind of killing force was this? At this moment, even Zhou Xiong and Ge Po, who were locked in battle, couldn’t help but spare a glance. Heaven and earth, who could avoid this sword? Among those of the same realm a hundred years before and after, who could ignore this person?

At such a moment, shaking the *Star Tower* and holding the *Dao* path, Yi Shengfeng unleashed three swords in an instant!

*South Dipper Kill Life Sword* of *Extend Life*!

*South Dipper Kill Life Sword* of *Manage Fortune*!

*South Dipper Kill Life Sword* of *Manage Fate*!

One sword grants long life and no aging, one sword grants merit, fame, and wealth, one sword determines life and death!

The *South Dipper Kill Life Sword* has a total of six styles. Among the contemporary *South Dipper* disciples, only Yi Shengfeng could cultivate all six styles. If *Upper Birth*, *Degree Misery*, and *Benefit Calculate* three swords were still about measuring good and evil, saving and delivering the world, guiding suffering beings, being more a kind of “judgment” and “measure,” then *Extend Life*, *Manage Fortune*, and *Manage Fate* three swords were already the judgment of the Heavenly Dao, fixing rank, fixing name, fixing salary, fixing life. When these three swords came out, they had already decided a person’s entire life!

The *Cicada Wings* divine ability was urged to its limit, the painting intent divine ability painted a “killing intent” for himself again, the *heart blood tide* divine ability, relentlessly suppressing the opponent’s nature and spiritual awareness. Under the addition of the *Dao* path’s power, under the irrigation of the *Star Tower*’s power, Yi Shengfeng pushed these three swords to a height he had never reached before—this was his most killing, most powerful attack in his life. He wanted to use this ultimate killing force to wipe away the last… and also the initial regret on his path to *Shenlin*! Feng Creek Town, farewell! Maple Forest City, farewell! All past years, farewell!

Cold-blooded like him, at this moment, he actually felt a rare sentiment. He gazed into Jiang Wang’s eyes, just as he had when he first met this person. However, in those calm eyes, he saw none of the emotions he expected. He saw no resentment before, and no fear now.

In the face of this terrifying sword style, which almost tore apart heaven and earth, shattered *Yuan* force, air, sword qi, sight and sound, constantly pressing forward—Jiang Wang was actually still so calm!

Jiang Wang was indeed calm. He wore the frost wind, bathed in the red fire, and the *Heaven Treasury* wheels were open. The evening wind blew his tied hair, the bright moon shone full on his chest. He floated like an immortal, yet his feet trod the red dust.

Indeed, the ferocity of the killing qi of these three swords was something he had never seen in his life. At this moment, Yi Shengfeng was like a demon close to a god! But who was he? Who was he, Jiang Wang? Having walked step by step to this point, seeing his path clearly, asking his heart clearly, who dared to stand in front of him, to divide life and death with him?!

At this time, at this moment, he held the *Long Xiangsi* that had accompanied him on expeditions north and south. He felt that “I.” More and more vivid, more and more lively. Like a rolling hot heart, so intense, so urgent, about to burst forth!

Then let it burst forth!

The four virtues are bound, the true self alone exists!

Minxi Corridor tonight was absolutely not lonely. Because beyond the stars, there were still stars. Because beyond the star towers brighter than the moon, there was still a brilliant waterfall, a river of stars falling from the nine heavens above!

In the distant star dome, the will of Jiang Wang penetrated four great star towers, lighting up sequentially. *Day Yu Heng*, *Day Kai Yang*, *Day Tian Shu*, *Day Yao Guang*. Then the star road connected, penetrating the North Dipper. The flow of starlight was immeasurable. The cluster of stars dimmed!

Stars, though they map the myriad worlds and various heavens. Tonight, the North Dipper alone shone in Minxi!

In the battle between strong individuals, a single breath could bring ten thousand turns, and in an instant, there were a thousand hundred combinations. At this time, at this moment, Zhou Xiong and Yan Po Si were fighting fiercely, and Zhong Xuan Sheng had already completed the integration of his troops. Wei Guangyao commanded a large army, howling as it came, just passing through the surrounding ring of mountains when people astonishingly looked up and saw the North Dipper moving!

Beneath the moving North Dipper’s starlight, Jiang Wang advanced with his sword. Facing this situation, this scene, this momentum, this person, Yi Shengfeng’s heart blood suddenly surged like a tide—a surge he had never experienced in his life! He felt an extreme danger!

There was no time to hesitate. His divine soul power immediately began to condense intensely. In the Hidden Star Sea, his *Dao* pulse soared like a dragon leaping out of the water. In the void, the dark collided to create a silent sea of starlight in the *Contain Spirit Hall*, a river of surging blood. His flesh gradually became dyed with golden glory, his bone path precipitated with jade marrow. His power expanded infinitely, his *Dao* path spread endlessly.

He almost immediately chose to impact *Divine Arrival*! At a time when his sword momentum was still advancing, when victory and defeat were still undivided! He could not achieve the *Divine Arrival* realm without being shaken. But he was so clearly aware that if he did not achieve it this time, he would die now!

But, how could he find the time? Yin Guan was able to leap to *Divine Arrival* in front of Yue Leng because he had entered an evil state, tempered by life and death, covering the process of leaping, allowing Yue Leng to help him complete the final step. Zhong Xuanzun was able to achieve it in one step in the West Suburb of Linzi because he had seen all the scenery of the *Outer Building* realm, and his *Dao* path had no regrets.

Achieving it without regret and achieving it with a gap separating heaven and man were different. And at such a moment, Jiang Wang looked at Yi Shengfeng’s surging, boundless killing intent in his eyes and silently said one thing in his heart:

“Your three divine powers, all out.”

“Your four killing stars, I saw.”

“Your *South Dipper Kill Life Sword*, already performed.”

“You have already shown everything.”

“I think you should have no regrets!”

He never told Yi Shengfeng that the gap between them was not only what had been manifested once. Although their childish swordplay was just a game, if he hadn’t intentionally given Yi Shengfeng opportunities to perform, their fights would originally not have lasted so many rounds. In those times of childhood, he had actually let Yi Shengfeng win, just without letting Yi Shengfeng know.

Of course, he had not said these things before, and there was no need to say them again now. He simply guarded his true self’s *Dao* path, grasped his *Dao* path’s killing sword, pushed his intent to the extreme, and moved forward!

Moreover, the *Tian Shu* Star Building as the first star of the North Dipper, *Yu Heng*, *Kai Yang*, and *Yao Guang* three great star towers as the Dipper’s handle. This “Dipper’s handle,” so clearly moving in the star sky… Distant star bends flew with light, the human world turned silver for a thousand years! *Yu Heng*, *Kai Yang*, *Yao Guang* formed the Dipper’s handle, pointing north! Walking the star towers, penetrating the star road, an indescribable sword, then fell from the nine heavens, held in Jiang Wang’s hand, forward, forward, forward, horizontally crushing everything—

What long life and no aging, what merit, fame, and riches, what life and death have fate, all are but clouds of smoke! What *South Dipper Seven Kill Sword*, in the human world bears a killing name, all are mere passersby!

But behold the falling snow in the entire sky, in an instant turning white. Ten thousand things were silent, the frost wind rustling. Jiang Wang and his sword strolled forward. Frost rose on Yi Shengfeng’s eyebrows, then his eyes, then the edges of his clothes, then his world-renowned sword *Thin Luck Lang*, and all the boundless killing intent was sealed. *Yinghuo* extinguished, *Seven Kill* extinguished, *Po Jun* extinguished, *Tan Lang* extinguished. This piece of night sky, this piece of star dome, seemed to hold only the North Dipper. At this moment, the Dipper’s handle pointed north, and thus the whole world turned to winter!

Dao Calendar 3921, first month, third day, Minxi Corridor night, was winter!