This peak, named “Evil Brahma Heaven” by the founding patriarch of the Xue He Sect, rests like a slumbering ancient beast in the deep mountain sea.

Walking along the mountain ridge, the two True Persons were as small as specks of dust. Yet their footsteps were very quiet.

The further she walked, the more Kou Xuejiao suppressed her emotions, becoming more resolute. She was here to reclaim the truth of this world.

Meanwhile, Chongxuan had remained motionless from beginning to end.

The vermillion-red Chéngchén sword and the frost-snow moon-like saber each possessed their own sharpness.

“Just here.”

There was a break in the mountain ridge ahead, almost invisible from a distance, but close up, it was like an abyss! The abyss was bottomless, dark waves surging upon waves.

Kou Xuejiao pointed to a distant object: a black lotus seed suspending there, emitting a faint light. “Someone saw Qióngqí inside this lotus seed world three thousand years ago. This matter is recorded in the secret records of the Xue He Sect, and I have indeed sensed the Xue He Sect’s secret records.”

Chongxuan had an air of indifference; nothing in the world seemed to faze him. His bright, lacquer-like eyes lightly glanced at the lotus seed. “Thank you, Protector Kou.” He raised his hand: “Please.”

Kou Xuejiao didn’t hesitate either, stepping down into the abyss, heading towards this lotus seed world, which seemed like the eye of the abyss.

There was no road in the deep sea; she trod the waves as stairs. Step by step she descended, the vermillion red hidden in the dark color.

After walking in silence for a while, she suddenly sighed deeply: “How many years of disaster water! The once verdant green has all turned black. Now there is not a single clean lotus seed in the evil sea, and I, too, from a little girl, have begun to age.”

A True Person’s lifespan is twelve hundred years. Compared to the history of the disaster water, it was indeed like a ripple. Where did so much emotion come from?

Chongxuan said lightly: “A Cǎntián has already glimpsed true immortality. How can you speak of ‘aging’?”

Kou Xuejiao only shook her head, saying no more, and took another step forward, already stepping into the lotus seed world.

This world was vastly different from the human world!

Chongxuan followed closely into this lotus seed world. The first thing he saw was the sky filled with flying snow. Black snow. Large flakes, falling like decayed leaves. They spun wildly, suddenly left, suddenly right, horizontally, vertically, without any pattern. Sharp voices howled between heaven and earth – that was the swaying wind of this world. It seemed as if a hole had been drilled in the dome of the sky, and this piercing wind was drumming out from it.

The natural environment of this world was extremely harsh. Yuánlì was so thin it was almost imperceptible. The air had a rough, dry quality that even breathing would cause harm. This was truly a purgatory.

They descended onto a peak in a group of mountains. In the sky full of black snow, Kou Xuejiao wore blood-colored armor, held a vermillion-red long sword, and stood quietly before a high cliff. Chongxuan appeared just behind her, his moon-lighted long saber slanted towards the ground.

They stood about ten paces apart, each quiet on the mountain peak. The cold wind swept over the high platform, but their clothes and armor didn’t stir.

Kou Xuejiao was a True Person with a cold and severe temperament, full of killing intent. Chongxuan, on the other hand, was casual and unrestrained, with a perpetual faint smile.

But at this moment, it was hard to distinguish who was colder.

Looking far, the sky was filled with black snow, and the mountains stretched endlessly. Where was Qióngqí?

Chongxuan raised his head and saw a faint streak of blood color at the edge of the black snow. “It seems all the lotus seed worlds have been corroded,” he said calmly.

The Sānqiān Hóngchén sword in Kou Xuejiao’s hand was just beginning to stir, her voice growing colder and more severe: “The disaster sea will corrode everything. The concept of the ‘Liánhuā Shèngjìng’ was originally just a castle in the air. Without the support of the holy persons’ power, even the castle’s fantasy cannot stand.”

The grand plan of the Age of All Saints to suppress the disaster water forever, its final concept was to integrate many lotus seed worlds to form the Lotus Flower Holy Realm, completely covering the disaster water. From then on, it could continuously devour the evil force forever, bringing eternal peace to the evil sea.

Of course, it was impossible to say that the holy persons wanted to stay in the disaster water forever, guarding this place. Pausing the expansion of the Myriad Realms for ten years in the great way of the disaster water was already a great sacrifice.

And this sacrifice ultimately did not bear good fruit.

The holy persons’ painstaking efforts were in vain. And ultimately, after a long time, the once green lotus seeds all turned black.

“From a green lotus seed turning into a black lotus seed, is it death or another kind of new life?” Kou Xuejiao said.

Chongxuan made no comment, only saying: “Are you sure Qióngqí is in this world?”

Kou Xuejiao held her sword horizontally in front of her body, her left hand parallel to the sword, sweeping across its surface. Between her two fingers, she clamped a red dust line, then pointed it towards the sky. This line went straight up, penetrating the black snow, and entering the high sky. “Wait for me to find it,” she said.

The red dust line dyed a blood color; she seemed to be tracing the origin of this lotus seed world.

“No need.” Chongxuan said lightly: “Just confirming Qióngqí is in this world is enough.” He took a step forward, standing side by side with Kou Xuejiao at the edge of the cliff, then raised a hand, spreading his five fingers wide, and pressed down towards the high sky.

A moon appeared at the edge of the sky, endless frosty light shining on the black snow! For a time, the moonlight fell upon the mountains.

The State Marquis in white clothes pressed this moon with one hand, searching and plundering this world in a very short time, looking for traces of Qióngqí.

“Awooo roar!!!”

At this moment, a fierce roar echoed. This sound shook heaven and earth, reverberating continuously in the mountain valley.

A massive evil beast, like an ox, burst out from the black snow-filled sky. It had strong, powerful four hooves, long, thick, dense fur, fangs hidden under an upward-pointing ox nose, and its sound was like an evil dog’s. It had blood-colored, spiraled double horns, and inside its copper-bell-like eyes, it emitted a hungry and fierce brownish-yellow light.

Qióngqí appeared! There was no need for them to search; the evil beast had sniffed out life and come.

This ancient evil beast was several hundred zhàng long and over a hundred zhàng high, like a walking mountain range. Its breath was majestic like an angry sea, its strength immeasurable. Facing two contemporary True Persons, it rushed forward without hesitation, driving the wind and snow all the way, treading the mountains into ravines!

Black and white, as if two walls were broken. Also breaking two worlds.

Ji Li held Xún Xuě Huā. He had just finished calculating a result with his brush when he saw the two figures — the golden-armored Dòuzhàn and the upright green-robed Jiāng Wàng — stepping back into the tunnel almost simultaneously.

Dòuzhàn’s face was bright and warm, his breath still majestic and vast. Jiāng Wàng had his hands behind his back, with an air of effortless ease.

As for the Yin Yang Two Sages, they no longer existed. The black and white colors flowing in the void also slowly faded. The two sides reappeared as high walls, only the patterns on them began to change continuously. Ji Li keenly discovered that the changing overviews should be two more pictures. The specific description couldn’t be interpreted immediately, but the red and white, green and black colors contrasted very clearly.

The entire Yin Yang Labyrinth emitted a muffled sound, as if there were gears turning in a secret place underground. Changes were happening, and on the two sides of the tunnel, the two True Persons stood, almost eternally.

Zhuó Qīngrú looked left and right, asking aloud: “It’s over?”

Jiāng Wàng opened his mouth.

“Yes,” Dòuzhàn said, “Very easy.”

Jiāng Wàng swallowed back the phrase “fortunately I did not fail the mission,” leaving only a light, easy laugh — I was even easier!

Ji Li silently calculated the time, saying: “But the battle lasted two hours.”

Dòuzhàn’s face did not change: “After all, he was a Near Ancient Sage. I will give him a little patience. His moves were outdated, his secret methods old. Let him perform everything, truly nothing to say.”

Níng Shuāngróng blinked her eyes: “The Yin Yang Two Sages were so easy to deal with?”

Jiāng Wàng held his sword in his arms, naturally leaning against the wall, and laughed heartily: “Zhèng Shào was perhaps a bit weak, but Zhào Fānlù was quite strong. He truly lived up to being the Yin Yang Little Saint, a strong one from the Age of All Saints. Leaving a silhouette in this place also made me spend a bit of effort to suppress it.”

“Strong and weak are relative concepts.” Dòuzhàn seemed casual as he propped himself up with his saber, grinning: “Yin Yang Little Saint? I can only say he was merely a silhouette, nothing more. Where did he have the qualification to try my Tiānxiāo!”

Jiāng Wàng looked at his hand propping the saber: “Move your saber away when you talk.”

Dòuzhàn glared at his leaning back against the wall: “You don’t lean on the wall.”

“Do you know or not that you are very rude like this?”

“Who are you showing off to?”

The two spoke back and forth, saying nothing more except with their mouths.

Zhū Wēiwǒ sighed, lifted his exhausted spear, and walked to the very front of the tunnel, waiting for the next changes.

The changes in the Yin Yang Labyrinth continued for a period of time, probably only Ji Li was still calculating its changing patterns. In the end, all the forks disappeared. This tunnel seemed to become the only straight path in this square world. Standing in this place, one suddenly felt lonely!

Looking back, it was endless. The lost knowledge and unimaginable confusing fragments, flowing outside the entrance, were obviously some segment of the Lost River. Going straight forward, there appeared a suspended Wǔdé Gate.

This gate was pentagonal in shape, high and thick. Each of the five corners had a light ball like amber, divided into green, red, yellow, white, and black, representing the five elements.

Yin Yang Five Elements is the fundamental of the Yin Yang School. Crossing this door obviously allows one to see the true legacy of the Yin Yang School in the disaster water.

Dòuzhàn, who had been walking at the very front all along, stood firm this time, looking quietly at the dome, seemingly contemplating the mysteries of the universe.

Níng Shuāngróng and the others looked over.

Jiāng Wàng said profoundly: “There is no danger ahead. You go over first. I and True Person Dou still need to deal with the aftermath.”

Zhū Wēiwǒ glanced at him, turned, and stepped into the door. The moment he crossed the door, Zhuó Qīngrú issued several orders. She said: forbid injury, rope rule, resist evil. Zhū Wēiwǒ, whose appearance was no longer too neat, was dyed with five colors. Then the Law Ruler stepped forward, following closely.

Níng Shuāngróng drew her Qiū Shuǐ sword, Ji Li held Xún Xuě Huā, and gradually walked into the door.

The moment Ji Li’s figure disappeared—

Dòuzhàn took a deep breath. The Yuánqì of the entire Yin Yang Labyrinth, even the power of the rules within the Yin Yang Labyrinth itself, all mixed into one stream and was sucked into his abdomen. For a time, his Qì and blood roared like a mountain flood!

Jiāng Wàng still calmly held his sword and leaned against the wall, not moving, but inside his body it was like playing a heavenly drum, seeming to thunder!

In an instant, all was quiet.

Dòuzhàn sneered: “It seems you were injured not lightly!”

Jiāng Wàng let out a long breath, a murky mist like a rainbow, penetrating all the way to the end of the tunnel, killing into the Lost River. He said: “To catch up with me, it seems it wasn’t that easy for you either.”

Dòuzhàn finally didn’t need to use his Tiānxiāo Saber to prop himself up. He turned and walked towards the Wǔdé Gate. With every step he took, his breath became fiercer: “For thirty years of my life, I have always been the one pursued.”

“Not right?” Jiāng Wàng pointed out: “Before you wanted to pursue Zuǒ Guāngliè, now you want to pursue me.”

Dòuzhàn laughed heartily: “Later, please try my ‘Báirì Mèng’ saber, lest you daydream every day!”

“Anytime you wish.” Jiāng Wàng recovered his breath and no longer needed to lean against the wall. His footsteps were light as he followed: “Your subconscious might not be as confident as your words.”

Dòuzhàn was an extremely arrogant person, always impossible to doubt himself. For Jiāng Wàng’s words about his subconscious, he naturally sneered, but he also understood that this was just Jiāng Wàng’s gain. In the difficult challenge of facing the Yin Yang Two Sages just now, both of them had gained something.

This tunnel was very long, yet for two True Persons, it was also very short. But they walked not fast.

Witnessing the curtain call of an era was ultimately not so calm. How could the Yin Yang Two Sages of the past not have been the favored children of an era?

“I think the performance of the Yin Yang Two Sages should not have been only so. Zhèng Shào’s understanding of fighting and killing was not inferior to mine, but his power did not follow, and I killed him strongly,” Dòuzhàn suddenly said.

Jiāng Wàng thought in his heart, far above you, that was indeed ‘not inferior to you’. But he was also too lazy to stir up another round of arguments, so he just analyzed: “I think they were consumed for too long.”

“Consumed by what?” Dòuzhàn asked.

Jiāng Wàng countered: “What do you say?”

Dòuzhàn did not answer, but after a while, he asked again: “What did Zhào Fānlù say to you in the end?”

“He said…” Jiāng Wàng said: “History has already given him the answer.”

After walking a few steps like this, he counter-asked: “What about Zhèng Shào?”

“Later, don’t daydream,” Dòuzhàn said.

The two True Persons were silent for a while, then stepped into the Wǔdé Gate together.

Leaving the regrets of history in history.

Earth, wood, metal, fire, water… The Five Virtues turn, what falls is born, Yin and Yang mutually assist, the wheel of fate.

The Five Virtues World was precisely the lotus seed world where the Yin Yang True Saint Zōu Jìmíng preached the Dao in the disaster water that year. However, this lotus seed world was not like other lotus seed worlds, quietly hidden within the evil lotus. Leading out the flow of the Lost River, walking to a segment of the Lost River, picking up fragments of time, capturing the concept of location within the disaster water, passing through the Yin Yang Labyrinth, and simultaneously defeating the Yin Yang Two Sages… Only then could one see this Five Virtues World that always existed.

Every step was not easy, but the most difficult step was still awakening the Lost River. And Guān Chángqīng, thousands of years ago, had already completed this step in advance.

“Concept of location” might not be easy to understand — how can inheritance be hidden within a concept? How can people walk into a concept? But it doesn’t hinder deconstructing it with the power of delusion. Imagine every kind of conceptual construction exists as an illusory world. With the support of the power of delusion, this world is real. The mysterious power of the Yin Yang School could then allow the real to walk into the illusory like this.

The power to capture concepts is not just one kind, and not only the Yin Yang School can do it. Just like the well-known essence of stars. True stars are actually a collection of the concept of stars, not a specific fireball or a world.

If Guān Chángqīng had not died in that lotus seed world that year, but had stepped into the Yin Yang Labyrinth, what would have happened later? Alas, fate’s branches cannot be traced back. There are no ifs.

Jiāng Wàng pressed his sword at his waist, lifted his foot, and stepped across the Wǔdé Gate. What he saw before his eyes was a black and white, high and wide great hall. The dome was black, the floor tiles white. The court pillars were black on top and white on the bottom, slanted into patterns. The architectural style was from the early period of the Near Ancient Era, yet it broke away from the Middle Ancient Era’s extreme pursuit of “grandeur.” The dean of the Dìlì Academy, Zuǒqiū Wǔ, wrote an illustrated “History of Era Architecture,” which detailed the relationship between mainstream architectural styles and era changes, discussing how architecture embodies the grand flow of the human path, how it verifies history, and is well worth reading.

Compared to the high court pillars, people were as small as ants. Jiāng Wàng stood in this place. For a time, he didn’t see his companions, only a familiar figure standing with a sword on his back in the center of the great hall. This person had his back to the hall door, looking up at the golden statue wearing a Yin Yang Daoist robe in the center of the great hall — this statue was probably the Yin Yang True Saint.

And this person facing the statue, without turning his head, slowly said: “You finally came.” He had a kind of comic posture, forcibly imitating a world expert but showing great clumsiness.

But this person was a true world expert. Jiāng Wàng’s hand pressed his long sword. He silently observed left and right, gathering information, but his face was smiling, his tone very enthusiastic: “Long time no see, Brother Xu! Were you waiting for me?”

That six-chi-long casting-plow sword was always in a position that seemed like it wanted to drag on the ground but was still slightly above. The short stature Xú Xīmíng turned around, looked at Jiāng Wàng, and said in a kind, complaining tone: “I’ve been waiting for you for a long time… And I’ve been looking for you for a long time!”

Thank you to book friend “Thank book friend become this book alliance master” for becoming the alliance master of this book! For the 623rd alliance of Hóng Xīn Xún Tiān!

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