Central Plains Confucian Temple.

Li Sheng and the others looked at the old scholar.

“Don’t stop it!”

The old scholar’s words were decisive, and then he softened his tone, “And can’t stop it.”

When the old scholar said the latter sentence, he looked at Li Sheng.

Li Sheng nodded.

Only Zhou Mi’s golden body was being pulled towards the human world. His divine roots were still tightly connected to the New Heavenly Court, and Chen Ping’an was also the same. His Dharma Idol ascended, opening a line between heaven and earth, and his Dao field was still the human world.

There is no need to explain how powerful Chen Ping’an is at this moment. Just look at Zhou Mi, who was dragged out by him, and you will know. The Three Sect Founders dispersed their Dao, plus Zhi Ci ascended to heaven, they could still only trap Zhou Mi, and could never suppress and kill him. In terms of true cultivation and killing power, Chen Ping’an was of course far inferior to Zhou Mi. However, the power of this “Heaven and Earth Connection” lies in the head-on “meeting of adversaries in a narrow path”. To use an inappropriate analogy, it is like a 沙场武将 (military general) from a long line of distinguished families, who is powerful and has outstanding achievements, but was schemed against. One day, without any attendants, he walked into a narrow alley. His status as a general and his army were all虚的 (虚幻的, illusory), and in the end, he was just blocked in a dilapidated alley by a hot-headed young man with a knife. There were only the two of them, fighting for their lives!

Master Dong, the Head of the Confucian Temple, asked, “Li Sheng, what was Chen Ping’an’s original intention?”

Li Sheng said, “To create the Heaven and Earth Connection, forcibly pull Zhou Mi’s divinity from the Heavenly Court, at least to make his golden body far away from the New Heavenly Court, the farther the better. The respective halves of ‘one’ will collide and shatter together, dispersing the divinity of both parties into countless billions of counts, all returning to the sentient beings of the human world. Using the entire human world as a Dao field, he will rely on this to seal the entire divinity of ‘one’. As it currently appears, Chen Ping’an will certainly perish completely. As for whether Zhou Mi’s divinity will be completely shattered, it’s hard to say. Two to three tenths might remain. The Three Sect Founders and Zhi Ci will definitely take action.”

Master Dong asked, “Did Chen Ping’an have any预流 (pre-planning/forethought)?”

In human learning, the most difficult is 预流 (pre-planning/forethought).

The old scholar reached out and directly grabbed the two stacks of blueprints. He spread them out violently and suspended them in the air, forming a circle. They were topographical maps of Baoping Continent, Beiju Luzhou, and Tongye Continent, as well as maps of the three great rivers, and a map of Haoran Nine Continents.

The Yasheng (Vice Sage) crossed the world directly and arrived at the Central Plains Confucian Temple in his true body. At the same time, he had the Canon Scribe Xiping come here for an urgent discussion.

The Yasheng flipped through the manuscripts interspersed among the maps. Indeed, it was an extremely meticulous long-term plan, involving a scope and number far beyond imagination.

The old scholar’s fingers moved slightly, drawing on the maps of the three continents. He said, “Yes. Look at this map.”

Master Han, the Deputy Head of the Confucian Temple, flicked his wrist and copied the manuscripts, quickly scanning them several times. Suddenly, he blurted out, “What the hell, Yin Ji…”

However, he did not want to waste any time. This old master, who had the merit of reshaping the Confucian Dao tradition, suppressed the urge to curse and said quickly, “Yin Ji doesn’t have this brain. How deeply is White Jade Capital involved? Li Sheng, don’t you dare say something like ‘hard to say’… Old scholar, Chen Ping’an’s manuscripts are linked ring by ring, clearly involving the aspect of the Five Elements generating and overcoming each other. It is very critical and cannot tolerate the slightest error. The current Chen Ping’an cannot be contacted… Should we bring Zou Zi and Lu Shen over to ask? Li Sheng, is it ‘hard to say’ again?”

Li Sheng glared and said, “It’s easy to say!”

The Yasheng tugged at his collar and said softly, “Then let’s hurry!”

The Wensheng (Sage of Literature) patted the Yasheng’s arm and smiled, “Don’t rush, everyone. Don’t rush.”

Zheng Juzhong once told Chen Ping’an personally that we don’t need to overestimate the divine powers of the Three Sect Founders too much. Those who are close to the Dao are ultimately not the Dao, and there are still things they cannot do. Founding a sect and becoming an ancestor is the most unfree.

Just talking about the relationship between the whereabouts of a certain Night Sailing Ship and the Central Plains Confucian Temple in Haoran world, there were once two analogies: one is an ordinary person swatting mosquitoes in the house, and the other is catching a fish in his own pond.

Zheng Juzhong built a great formation within a formation, a heart within a heart, at the site of the Jincui City ruins, and finally joined forces with Chen Ping’an and Wu Shuangjiang to kill Jiang She in this formation. The Barbarian Desolation never detected it.

It wasn’t until Zhou Mi was struck by Chen Ping’an’s sword that some hidden dangers in the various continents of the Haoran world were exposed and cleaned up by the Confucian Temple following the clues.

In his private Dao field at Fuyao Lu, Chen Ping’an would actually, given the opportunity, remotely observe the cultivation of the young men and women at Huaying Peak and Yingyu Peak. Later, when he took charge of the State Preceptor’s Mansion, he even refined the entire mansion, simply because he had no more time and energy to monitor all the details, just as Zheng Juzhong said, when you are in a high position, things become increasingly important and urgent.

Before, the Central Plains Confucian Temple did not have specialized Dao officials like White Jade Capital, who sat in the great formations and monitored all the Great Cultivators of the Azure Nether world as much as possible, meticulously recording their travel routes after leaving their mountains, and also accompanied by various deductions and calculations. However, after the last discussion, the Central Plains Confucian Temple had obviously changed, and the degree of restriction and supervision on Great Cultivators had reached an unprecedented peak.

The dull-faced middle-aged man and the handsome young man in a high crown and broad sash were directly “invited” here from the Tiandu Peak of 落魄山 (Luopo Mountain) by Li Sheng.

Not to mention the true body of the Yasheng, even Li Sheng was present. Lu Shen hurriedly bowed.

Among the topographic maps slowly rotating in the air.

Among the maps of the three continents, from south to north, there is a new great river in Tongye Continent, which is being excavated, led by Qingping Sword Sect and Chen Ping’an.

There is also the Qi渡 (Qi Crossing) of Baoping Continent, built by Xiuhu Cui Chan with the power of a nation, and the Ji渡 (Ji Crossing) of Beiju Luzhou.

The three eastern continents of Haoran world, both new and old great rivers, all run east-west, almost cutting through a continent.

Zou Zi, however, looked up directly at the few maps, and then took some manuscripts with slightly obscure content, which were all intentionally using代称 (substitute names). After looking at them, he calculated with his fingers for a moment. Zou Zi secretly nodded, raised his head and waved his hand, first stacking the topographic maps of the three eastern continents of Haoran world in a staggered manner. Then he extended his finger and drew a red line from top to bottom between the maps of Baoping Continent and Tongye Continent, saying, “Following the Baihua River, which is temporarily not connected, Chen Ping’an also wants to build a cross-sea bridge connecting the two continents in one go.”

Zou Zi drew another line, and a long line appeared between Beiju Luzhou and East Baoping Continent.

That was a cross-sea bridge that once connected the two continents. In addition to the shifting mountains and seas by the cultivators of the two continents, Ruan Xiu, Li Liu, and Lady澹澹 of Lushui Pit all contributed.

However, after the war ended, under the personal supervision of Xiuhu Cui Chan, this “bridge” re-entered the sea, and even cut this underwater dragon脉 (脉络, vein/line) into several sections.

After all, if the two continents were connected by this dragon 脉 (脉络, vein/line), what would be the point of talking about East Baoping Continent and Beiju Luzhou? They would truly be one family. It involves the flow of luck in the Haoran Nine Continents, which is not a trifling matter.

Master Dong, the Head of the Confucian Temple, nodded and said, “Tongye Continent sank, and it has only been a few years since it recovered through the excavation of a great river. It is still too weak, so this cross-sea bridge between Old Dragon City and Qingjing Mountain must be literally a bridge, creating a weak dragon with deficient qi, so as not to be top-heavy and stagger when walking. This is naturally Baoping Continent accommodating Tongye Continent.”

“The dragon 脉 (脉络, vein/line) spine between Beiju Luzhou and East Baoping Continent, however, is a strong dragon that crosses the sea and goes up the mountain. The qi of the two continents is strong, but that’s all.”

Zou Zi raised his gaze slightly and extended his hand to outline the north-south Zhongtiao Mountain in Beiju Luzhou with a “cinnabar pen”.

Master Dong frowned slightly, then suddenly realized, “No wonder the Great Yuan Dynasty wanted Crown Prince Lu Jun and State Preceptor Yang Houjue to go to the Great Li Imperial Capital. Was it secretly agreed upon by both sides long ago?”

Zou Zi said, “Chen Ping’an made two sets of preparations for the layout of the three continents.”

The two Deputy Heads of the Confucian Temple exchanged glances. Good heavens, no wonder this young Hidden Official never came to the Confucian Temple to complain. Could it be that he was going to directly come up with an earth-shattering plan to lay out the three continents?!

Mao Xiaodong, the Academician of the School of Rites, felt extremely complicated, both excited and proud, and filled with sorrow and indignation. Why did his junior brother give up halfway and turn everything into wishful thinking?!

Before, there had been some idle talk on the mountain, saying that this young Hidden Official, from the mountain to the sect, was not only going to be the Dao Master of Baoping Continent but also meddle in Tongye Continent, serving as the Dao Master of both continents.

Were they wrong? No, Chen Ping’an truly had this kind of “ambition”. Were they right? Not necessarily, only because they still underestimated the new State Preceptor of Great Li, the junior brother of Xiuhu Cui Chan!

One set of preparations was based on the great river of Tongye Continent, plus the Qi Crossing of Baoping Continent, and the Ji Crossing of Beiju Luzhou. In addition, there was the dragon 脉 (脉络, vein/line) connecting Baoping Continent and Beiju Luzhou, as well as Zhongtiao Mountain.

Since there are two horizontal lines and one vertical line, forming the character “土” (earth). Then, no matter what, Chen Ping’an could have a backup plan that could be replaced at any time.

Creating the character “土” (earth) in the human world.

Lu Shen nodded and said, “The Earth King reigns over the four seasons, connecting beginning and end. Green, red, white, and black, each occupying a region. All are endowed with the merit of the Central Palace, Wu and Ji. The human body resembles heaven and earth, with earth residing in the center and governing the four directions.”

The three sects are one family, Confucianism, Buddhism, Daoism, and Military Strategy.

It is absolutely impossible to cultivate a 本命字 (natal character). This means that no matter how much Confucian Qi refining methods Chen Ping’an cultivates, his upper limit is limited.

Due to his family history, Chen Ping’an was close to “Bodhisattvas” and Buddhist dharma since childhood, but on his long journeys, he used it more to regulate his mind and subdue his unruly thoughts.

The Military Strategists have already successfully usurped the throne with Wu Shuangjiang and Zheng Juzhong, and there is no higher to reach.

So what paths are left that can greatly improve his cultivation? This is also what Shi Zhouren meant earlier by saying you finally actively approached Daoism.

Some schools of Daoism like to compare the body to a nation, for example, the orderly hundred officials are the smooth flow of qi in the internal organs, cultivating body and mind according to the methods of governing a nation.

With the body and nation being isomorphic, and ascending to the Dao, serving as the Great Li State Preceptor allows for a more effortless arrangement of the three continents, killing two birds with one stone.

Zou Zi said, “His second set of preparations is to create the character ‘王’ (king). Before, in the Lotus Root Blessed Land, Chen Ping’an already had a preliminary plan for ‘arranging the human world’. It was both governing the blessed land, seeking the greatest common divisor for ‘freedom’, and a proactive ‘演武练兵’ (military drill). This is correct. But Chen Ping’an has a third set of preparations.”

Lu Shen was stunned, and the few Heads of the Confucian Temple were also deeply shocked.

Xiuhu Cui Chan assisted the Great Li Dynasty and helped the Haoran world turn the tide.

Then this new Great Li State Preceptor wanted to wholeheartedly assist the Great Li Emperor, either the current or the next, to become the Human Dao Master of the Haoran world!

Whether it is witnessed by mountain cultivators or read by ordinary scholars in their books, real history and worldly affairs are always punctuated, sometimes continuous, sometimes not.

Doing many things doesn’t do that one thing well. Being able to do that one thing well. Doing one thing well is equal to doing many things well. This is probably the biggest difference between people.

Zou Zi suggested, “Canon Scribe Xiping,演道 (演繹大道,演化大道,演練大道) with your body, let’s see the effect of these two sets of preparations first.”

Canon Scribe Xiping looked at Li Sheng, who nodded, “Feasible.”

The mountains and rivers of the three continents seemed to come alive. Chen Ping’an still chose to ascend and confront Zhou Mi, but behind him were dragged countless “humanities”, used to prevent the victory of Zhou Mi’s two or three tenths of divinity… A moment later, Canon Siping said, “Six tenths certainty.”

Zou Zi was somewhat disappointed and shook his head, “Let alone six tenths certainty, even nine tenths is of little significance. The more involved, the more variables there are. No one can afford to gamble.”

Zou Zi looked a bit tired and said, “The third set of preparations is to persuade your Confucian Temple to approach Daoism like him. Of course, it is still based on浩然正气 (vast righteousness), with the eight continents as the eight trigrams, and the Central Plains Divine Continent’s Great Dao evolving into Taiji producing two仪 (仪象, forms/images), and two仪 (仪象, forms/images) producing four象 (象限, phases/quarters). The fourth set of preparations is to create the ‘Great Five Elements’, encompassing the Haoran world, the Azure Nether world, the Western Buddhist Kingdom, the Five-Colored world, and the Barbarian Desolation world. This set of preparations is the most likely to succeed, but you should all be well aware of the difficulty.”

Lu Shen murmured, “It is destined to be the outcome of physical death and Dao dissipation. The more you do during this period, the more disagreements there will be, and the more you will be criticized. Once it fails, you will be a sinner for thousands of years. What is the point?”

Canon Scribe Xiping said, “A gentleman says: Learning cannot cease. I am good at nurturing vast righteousness, which the world cannot shake. Life comes from this, and death comes from this.”

A moment of silence.

Mao Xiaodong suddenly stomped his feet with red eyes and pointed at a certain academician of the school, “Damn you, who said Ning Yao, as the co-lord of a world, strolling in Haoran for so long is unreasonable?”

The old scholar angrily shouted, “Shut up, don’t quarrel!”

Mao Xiaodong immediately closed his mouth. That academician of the school bowed to him. Mao Xiaodong sighed and reached out to help him up, “Actually, it’s not your fault. I lost my composure.”

Li Sheng suddenly said, “The Western Buddhist Kingdom has agreed, Yu Dou of White Jade Capital and Yao Qing of the Military Strategists both said there is no problem, Ning Yao said she will immediately return to the Five-Colored world, but Baize refuses to nod.”

The Yasheng said, “I’ll go talk to Baize.”

The old scholar waved his hand, “No need to go. This is not something that can be negotiated in a few years of ceasefire between the two worlds. Baize will absolutely not agree. Is the current divinity humanity? No, actually it is animality, the pure ‘evil’ that you and I did not get to the point of saying back then, and neither side dared to go deeper into. Baize has ultimately returned to the Barbarian Desolation and voluntarily chosen to bear the survival of a world.”

Lu Shen said, “Li Sheng, I am willing to forcibly merge with the Dao and cooperate with Mr. Xiping to help Chen Ping’an and gain more opportunities for the Three Sect Founders and Senior Zhi Ci. In this matter, Mr. Xiping and I are the most suitable candidates.”

Canon Scribe Xiping smiled, “Xiping thanks Daoist Lu for your recognition.”

Zou Zi said, “This Heaven and Earth Connection is just a battlefield for two ‘half ones’. Since Chen Ping’an himself did not activate this great formation, then now, let alone Lu Shen merging with the Dao, even if you have reached pseudo-Fifteenth Realm, it is of very little significance. Be careful not to add fuel to the fire, and instead give Zhou Mi an opportunity to scheme.”

Lu Shen said indifferently, “Shut up.”

Li Sheng said, “Liu Xiang said to wait and see. He wants to confirm one thing. He said it seems Chen Ping’an teamed up with Cui Chan and even tricked him.”

Zou Zi said, “We can wait and see. Qi Jingchun and Cui Chan allowed Ruan Xiu to devour Li Liu’s divinity back then, and allowed her to ascend to heaven through that ascension platform under their noses. I have repeatedly deduced over the years and have always been puzzled. Presumably, they left behind something.”

Heaven and Earth finally connected.

The two golden lights, one opening the sky and one falling to the ground, finally collided.

A torrential fire rain fell between heaven and earth, and the “raindrops” dissipated in mid-air.

Shi Zhouren looked up, his eyes dazzled and his spirit shaken. To witness this scene, this life was enough.

The Daoist felt a sense of relief and joy, like “if I hear the Dao in the morning, I can die in the evening.”

Outside the high platform, there was still a layer of great Dao barrier separating heaven and earth, as if intentionally preventing someone from coming here.

Zhou Haijing’s expression changed erratically. Suddenly, she noticed the iron spear standing on the ground and said sternly, “Form the formation!”

She reached out and grasped the iron spear, a battlefield relic of the patrol envoy Su Gaoshan. “Good, I will not disgrace you! And it’s not just you big men who can be heroes!”

Zhou Haijing murmured to herself, “Today I will leave my name in history, and let the human world remember the name of武夫 (martial artist) ‘Zhou Haijing’ for all future generations!”

She looked around and grinned, “Let’s make it clear beforehand, I will absolutely not lose money in this losing business!”

Beiju Luzhou.

In the night, it was as if a sword sacrifice had occurred.

Liu Jinglong of Taihui Sword Sect was the first to ascend with his sword.

Bai Shang, the Ascension Realm sword cultivator, also ascended with his sword. Even though he had a Dao dispute with that Chen Ping’an.

Streaks of sword light, in Dao fields, in mountains and rivers, in palaces, in markets, on the sea… all rose high.

More sword cultivators followed the “sword sacrifice”, not knowing the reason for the collision of the two “golden lines”. Everyone just felt their Dao heart vibrate, and a momentary suffocation occurred.

It was unimaginable, how high must the realm of the two sides fighting be to have such power?

A young sword cultivator hurried to ascend with his sword, and happened to meet a familiar person from a neighboring country who had just emerged from a sea of clouds. He turned his head and asked curiously from afar, “What are you going to do?”

The old man said irritably, “You don’t even know what you’re going to do and you’re following? Are you in a hurry to reincarnate?”

The young sword cultivator talked to himself, “I’m asking you. Your realm is slightly higher than mine, so you should have heard something, right?”

The old man was too lazy to argue about what was meant by “slightly higher” when there was a difference of two realms. He just held his breath and said, “I just feel that the golden line above is coming menacingly and doesn’t seem to be good news. Anyway, the golden line below is Hidden Official Chen. Do I still need to tell you which is good and which is bad?”

The young sword cultivator: “Oh.”

The old man said with a chuckle, “Oh your grandma’s oh. With your realm, why don’t you hurry back? You always have to leave some sword Dao incense for Beiju Luzhou, don’t let Aiaizhou snatch away the word ‘North’.”

The young sword cultivator said, “It’s okay, I have two disciples who just reached the Third Realm, they’re not bad. Besides, I have a grandmaster who has been in seclusion for many years… Hmm, Grandmaster, you’re here too.”

The higher they ascended with their swords, the closer they got to the “golden line”, the more shocked they were by the enormous size of the “line”, which was five-colored and glazed, magnificent like the legendary pillars supporting the Heavenly Court.

Bai Shang was the first to offer his flying sword and slashed at the golden line above. It returned without success, and there was not even any subtle mark on the “golden line”. Bai Shang gently wiped the nosebleed, surprised. He retrieved his flying sword and saw a clear chip.

If Bai Shang, a sword cultivator in the Ascension Realm, was like this, let alone other sword cultivators?

It was as if it was purely to allow them to prove that they were indeed, without hesitation, regardless of gains and losses, doing something for this world.

It was like… the final tenderness given to the human world.

Bai Shang suddenly waved his sleeve, gathering a large group of sword cultivators from this continent around him. It turned out that the fire rain had changed, sweeping across with a roar. The invisible heaven and earth were burned into countless tiny vortices. This was the scene of ancient high-level deities截流 (intercepting the flow) and cutting the river of time with sharp blades, as in the legends.

Liu Jinglong looked solemn. Standing beside Bai Shang, he said with his heart, “The outermost layer of five-colored glazed light is just a little divine Dao aftertaste generated by the ‘divinity’ of the golden line grinding against the flowing time.”

Bai Shang frowned, “How can we break the formation now?”

Liu Jinglong was silent, “We have to do something. I’ll set up the formation, Bai Shang you…”

At this point, Liu Jinglong found it difficult to speak. Bai Shang smiled freely, “I am willing to deliver a sword strike and lose all the cultivation I have accumulated since entering the Ascension Realm, but if my 本命飞剑 (natal flying sword) breaks or shatters, causing me to fall in realm, I really can’t do it…”

Liu Jinglong smiled, “That’s enough.”

Bai Shang reminded, “Don’t be impulsive.”

Liu Jinglong said, “Let’s talk about it later. Let’s set up the formation first.”

On the high platform, only Shi Zhouren’s eyes and forehead remained.

He saw an unexpected guest. Shi Zhouren condensed his last bit of true spirit and moved the qi ripples in front of him to make a sound, “Mr. Zheng, I finally meet you.”

Zheng Juzhong was wearing a pure white long robe, and beside him seemed to be a hazy gray mist figure. Shi Zhouren was too lazy to inquire about what it was. On his deathbed, being able to chat with Zheng Juzhong, this great demon, was truly a life without regrets.

Seeing that Zheng Juzhong had no intention of speaking, Shi Zhouren took the initiative to say, “Those selfish people who harbor resentment towards this world always cannot bear anything beautiful. The latter is like the scorching sun, very blinding. The flaws in all beautiful things can also make them blind to the rest and suddenly become happy. Mr. Zheng, what do you think the human world will be like in ten thousand years?”

Zheng Juzhong said, “Die.”

Shi Zhouren was speechless. The Daoist didn’t know what to think, and finally dissipated.

The misty figure seemed to be mocking Zheng Juzhong. Is this the City Lord of Baidi City who is supposed to be full of schemes? Is this the so-called奉饶天下先 (giving way to the world first)?

Zheng Juzhong extended his finger here, outlining the name of a female sword cultivator, and then took out several treasures from his sleeve and crushed them all.

In an instant, his body shrank the mountains and rivers. Zheng Juzhong put the misty figure into his sleeve and directly crossed the world to the Barbarian Desolation.

Barbarian Desolation world, hinterland.

The elderly man in green, who was an outsider, stood on a mountain peak. Baize stood by a river tens of thousands of miles away.

The two sides had been confronting each other for a long time.

But for some unknown reason, Chen Qingliu had already delivered his sword, and had not yet withdrawn it. The two were in the battlefield, but it seemed to have no impact on this world.

Before this, the Barbarian Desolation demons, whether they had heard of the Dao name “Qing Zhu” or not, were all dead after Chen Qingliu passed by.

The reason was very simple: he was too lazy to go find Baize, and wanted Baize to come see him instead.

He, Chen Qingliu, wanted to gauge Baize’s tens of thousands of years of Dao power with three thousand years of swordsmanship.

Senior Sister Xie was right, it is best to ask questions about the sword sooner rather than later.

Any later, Baize’s Dao power would truly be unattainable. If he was not careful, he would be the first Fifteenth Realm after the Three Sect Founders dispersed their Dao. How could they fight then? They would surely lose.

Xie Shiji stood in the distance. In addition to this burly woman, there were Baize’s two helpers, Feiran and Guike, the largest Daoist couple in the Barbarian Desolation world, bar none. However, they didn’t fight with Xie Shiji, and instead chatted quite familiarly.

In the vast area between Chen Qingliu and Baize, there were occasional subtle sounds of cracking green porcelain shards.

Guike only knew the danger within. This battlefield, separated by tens of thousands of miles, was all dead things. Even the mountains and water were frozen to death in the “frozen” river of time.

Chen Qingliu stood with his hands behind his back, looking relaxed. He looked up and saw the anomaly of the Heaven and Earth Connection, and twitched his mouth, saying, “Baize, you just need to pass the message, whether it’s to stop someone or help someone, it’s all freedom.”

Then I, Chen Qingliu, can follow the clues.

Azure Nether world, White Jade Capital, Lingbao City.

Pang Ding stood by the railing for a moment, then turned and walked into the Dao field. Layer upon layer of profound restrictions. The old-looking Pang Ding, the City Lord of Lingbao City who had been slightly irritated in the etiquette inquiry battle before, walked step by step, as if crossing several “mirrors”, leaving behind figures in different postures, old appearance, twilight scene, middle-aged Daoist, young Daoist, youth, child… Then from a child, he returned to a youth, a young man… Finally, Pang Ding came to a Yin-Yang Fish dharma platform, climbed the steps, sat on the futon, and placed his hands on his abdomen. Pang Ding gently exhaled a turbid breath, smiling. His vow was fulfilled, and he was in the Fourteenth Realm.

Ten thousand years ago, Chen Qingdu and his two close friends, Dragon Lord and Guanzhao, went to ask for a sword at Tuoyue Mountain together.

No one knows how far the later generation “Lizhen”, who was the reincarnation of Guanzhao, saw in this life. What “mainstream” he once saw and why the rivers changed course are all mysteries.

In a remote and barren area with thin spiritual energy in the southeastern Barbarian Desolation, there is an inconspicuous unnamed cave mansion among the mountains.

Last time on the Night Sailing Ship, Chen Ping’an talked about some hidden means Zhou Mi had in the two worlds. Those in the Haoran world have been cleared one by one by the Confucian Temple.

However, in the Barbarian Desolation world, Zhou Qinggao, the closed-door disciple of Wenhai Zhou Mi, and the female sword immortal Liu Bai, seemed to have sensed something. They have already hidden themselves. Apart from their senior brother Shouchen personally guarding their Dao, even the new king seat great demons have lost track of them.

Inside the cave mansion, three fellow disciples sat around a stone table.

Liu Bai, the female sword cultivator from the Jiashen Tent back then, has been wearing a fishtail洞天 (Cave Heaven) dharma robe all these years.

Shouchen said indifferently, “Junior Sister, you are the biggest ‘blank space’ left by master in the human world. Of course, I, Zhou Qinggao, are also. What the outcome will be next depends on master’s plan.”

Liu Bai lowered her head. Zhou Qinggao sighed and frowned, “I was still thinking of reviewing a match with the Hidden Official.”

Shouchen just stared at his junior sister and said, “It’s not just you who has no choice, none of us have a choice.”

However, even a sword cultivator in the Ascension Realm like Shouchen, whose realm and killing power are as high as that of a new king seat, cannot know that outside the cave mansion at this moment, there is a white-robed man, waiting patiently, to finish the job.

After heaven and earth manifested as a collision of lines.

Great fire filled the sky, illuminating the night sky as if it were day.

It was as if the Heavenly Dao was descending, beginning to overpower the human world.

The entire Haoran world was slowly sinking at a speed that even cultivators could not perceive.

The rivers, lakes, and seas of the Haoran Nine Continents were like a human body, emitting subtle pulses, gently fluctuating, strong and long.

Guike of the Barbarian Desolation chose to stand by. Feng Yuanxiao of the Five-Colored world was bewildered, completely unaware of why his Dao heart was unstable. The peak martial artist Xingku of the Leap Month Peak was willing but powerless. He was the one most severely suppressed by the Great Dao among the several worlds. Although Guike was severely suppressed by Zhou Mi in the past, he could only transform into a pure martial artist. On the contrary, in the Haoran world, which was least compatible with the Great Dao, Liu Xiang, who could even “contend with” the Most Holy Teacher, chose to stand by a scholar within the Confucian Dao tradition and resist that new divine Dao together.

In the State Preceptor’s Mansion, the girl in the貂帽 (貂皮帽, sable hat) finally made a move. Her figure was like a rainbow. The entire Great Li Imperial Capital shook violently, dust flew. Bai Jing held a short sword, also revealing her “true form” and ascending to the sky.

On the city wall, the young man in a yellow hat and green shoes also moved, intercepting Bai Jing’s delivered sword.

Two extremely fast figures were about to meet at the boundary between the two lines of heaven and earth, on the Haoran firmament. Bai Jing, in the Ascension Realm, suddenly became countless times faster, making even Xiao Mo in the Fourteenth Realm unable to catch up. Xiao Mo immediately offered his 本命飞剑 (natal flying sword), pulling a star from outside the sky.

He looked up, but saw a familiar smiling face of a young girl, just slightly frozen. Xiao Mo’s “delivered sword” was a little slower.

Bai Jing glanced down at him. She grinned and said, “Xiao Mo, I like you.”

Finally, a cultivator from the human world was able to break into that golden light pillar by force.

The price was that she instantly dropped in realm to Immortal, dispersing seven types of Dao, Jade Purity, dispersing twelve Dao…

Purely in terms of spells and divine abilities, no matter how high your killing power, you probably wouldn’t be able to break through the outermost layer of glazed light. One must use ancient Dao veins against divine Dao.

A single action moved the whole body. In an instant, the golden light line rising from the human world resisted the downward trend that had been descending again and again, and finally began to rise slowly.

From outside the sky, a rainbow light arrived from the Azure Nether world like lightning. It was a strange “Dharma Idol” that appeared fragmented everywhere but had a complete Great Dao.

Looking at its appearance, it was a very heroic woman.

Bai Jing glanced at her. The latter said simply and neatly, “Azure Nether, my continent.”

In an instant, Wu Zhou manifested a majestic Dharma Idol with six arms, each holding a divine weapon, using items cast by the ancient Heavenly Court to hack at this new divine Dao.

This old lady has long been dissatisfied with Zhou Mi.

Xiao Mo dragged Xie Gou out and cast a spell to send him back to the human world, and at the same time filled in the position of “Bai Jing”.

Jiang Shangzhen was at the Gausu渡口 (ferry crossing), and smiled at the anxious white-clothed youth beside him, “Little Brother Cui, I’ll have to rely on you to cover me from now on.”

Cui Dongshan came back to his senses and immediately grabbed Jiang Shangzhen’s arm, urging impatiently, “Don’t sacrifice that willow leaf, it’s meaningless, listen to me…”

However, Jiang Shangzhen had already sacrificed his newly repaired 本命飞剑 (natal flying sword) “Willow Leaf”. The human world was like a small green boat floating, soaring straight up to the outside of the sky.

Cui Dongshan was silent.

Jiang Shangzhen smiled, “I’ve fought against True Monarch崩 (崩溃, collapse/break down), King Seat beasts, sword techniques Pei Min, Fourteenth Realm Wu Shuangjiang, and the Military Strategist Ancestor Jiang She. It’s hard to go from luxury to frugality. I’m already used to fighting such tough, foolish, and deadly battles!”

A flying sword outside the sky shattered on the spot.

It wasn’t entirely for Chen Ping’an and Luopo Mountain, or even for the human world. Jiang Shangzhen just couldn’t help but say something from his heart to himself and the world. Jiang Mou was naturally not a good person, but he had done some good deeds. What the world will be like in the future, what kind of human world it will be, let it be what it is.

Jiang Shangzhen didn’t bother to wipe the blood from his face and murmured, “If the human world can truly survive this disaster, I don’t know how many clever people in the human world will laugh at us for not dying or getting injured sooner.”

Luopo Mountain.

The young Daoist suddenly moved and busied himself for a while, finally putting his hands in his sleeves and squatting on the ground.

A pile of mud and sand, a stone. Divided into upper and lower.

Two piles of mud and sand of different sizes. Divided into left and right, with a branch lying horizontally in the middle, like a boundary line. A single small grain of sand was placed on the branch.

The Daoist with a wooden hairpin in his hair stared blankly, as if he couldn’t see anything or get an answer.

Chen Lingjun inexplicably came to the mountain gate. Seeing the Immortal Lieutenant squatting, he ran over to join the fun.

The Immortal Lieutenant explained, “This is probably the world in Zou Zi’s eyes.”

Chen Lingjun cautiously asked, “Who, what’s his name, which bad egg?”

Don’t tell me it’s that Zou Zi from very early in “Passerby Collection”.

The Immortal Lieutenant smiled, “It’s the Zou Zi you think it is.”

Chen Lingjun paid no attention. He rubbed his chin and looked at the scene on the ground, “Daoist Immortal Lieutenant, what does this mean?”

The Immortal Lieutenant pointed at the stone, “Zou Zi thinks this stone could fall at any time, either smashing, pushing, or rolling over the mud and sand. Any mark left on the mud and sand of a human world is a huge price, for example, many people dying.”

Chen Lingjun nodded repeatedly, “Makes some sense, it makes sense.”

The Immortal Lieutenant smiled, “Do you also think it makes sense?”

Chen Lingjun said, “Of course it makes sense. Such a big stone, just moving around casually…”

The simple-minded little boy in green pointed at the scene and corrected, “If we are using the human world as an analogy, it’s not just that there is mud and sand below. The area around the stone is all soft mud and sand. Let alone the stone rolling, even a slight shake will leave a mark.”

The Immortal Lieutenant sighed, “Yes.”

Chen Lingjun smiled, “It’s easy to handle!”

The Immortal Lieutenant asked doubtfully, “Easy to handle?”

The little boy in green patted his chest, gave a thumbs-up, blinked his eyes, and asked with a smile, “Immortal Lieutenant, look at me, am I loyal?”

The Daoist smiled softly, “Yes, you are very righteous.”

The little boy in green put his hand over his mouth, “I only don’t have to be stubborn about righteousness with my mountain master. Haha, there used to be a Lu Laosan, perhaps because his fists and feet couldn’t beat mine, so he used righteousness to pressure me and advised me to leave Luopo Mountain. Guess what I said? Roughly, I said that even if I am unrighteous once or twice, my mountain master won’t blame me. Lu Laosan was stunned on the spot, dumbfounded and speechless, completely impressed, and never again advised me to travel far away with him to a very distant place.”

Chen Lingjun pointed at the stone, “So my method is very simple. Just let the mountain master do it. He’s a good person, and he’s patient. Wouldn’t everything be alright?”

The young Daoist suddenly realized, “Oh, that’s how it is.”

Chen Lingjun asked, “Daoist Immortal Lieutenant, your fortune-telling is never accurate anyway, why don’t you do a fortune-telling for our mountain master? Can he, and specifically when, become a Fourteenth Realm sword cultivator?”

The Immortal Lieutenant’s expression was complicated, “It seems there’s no time.”

Chen Lingjun wondered, “Are you in a hurry to pee or poo? Don’t be like this. Bear with it for a bit. It won’t delay a casual fortune-telling. We’re brothers, I won’t laugh at you even if you pee your pants…”

The Daoist Immortal Lieutenant felt helpless. He waved his hand and sent this blunt Old Master Chen back to his original position on the mountain.

The little girl in black also came here. Like the little boy in green, she was carefree and didn’t ask why she suddenly came to the mountain gate.

Little Milizi squatted down and took out melon seeds from her sleeve and handed them over. The young Daoist waved his hand, so Little Milizi didn’t eat the melon seeds by herself, but just accompanied Daoist Immortal Lieutenant to look at the ground.

The Immortal Lieutenant asked, “Little Milizi, do you think there are truly good people in this world who would sacrifice themselves to save the world?”

Little Milizi nodded without hesitation, “Of course there are. There are always more bad people in the world, and also many good people. Bad people have power but no heart, there are many. Good people have heart but no power, there are also many.”

Little Milizi scratched her face and grinned, “Good people suffer more grievances, so they are sad.”

The Daoist pointed at the two piles of mud and sand separately.

“The larger pile is called disappointment.”

“The smaller pile is called hope.”

Little Milizi, however, immediately saw the branch and asked curiously, “Immortal Lieutenant, Immortal Lieutenant, what is this guy’s surname and name?”

The Daoist hesitated for a moment and said, “It’s called despair.”

Little Milizi scratched her face again, “Ah? It’s so pitiful. I don’t even dare to find a friend for it. Immortal Lieutenant, what should I do?”

The Daoist put his hands in his sleeves and smiled, “I don’t know either, I’m sad.”

Then the Daoist Immortal Lieutenant saw Little Milizi secretly stuffing the mud and sand into her pockets. The Immortal Lieutenant smiled and asked, “What are you doing?”

Little Milizi said, “It’s better if I’m more disappointed.”

The Immortal Lieutenant hesitated repeatedly and said, “Your good mountain master may not come home.”

Little Milizi was stunned for a moment and asked cautiously, “How long until he comes back? A few days? A few months? A few years?”

The Immortal Lieutenant remained silent.

Little Milizi, who was “moving” the “disappointment” bit by bit, hesitated for a moment, frowning hard with her sparse yellow eyebrows, her face taut. After a moment, she suddenly became happy, continued to put the “disappointment” into her pockets and sleeves, shaking her head and swaying, innocent and adorable, her misty eyes murmuring to herself, “No, good people have good rewards, and auspicious people have heaven’s protection. The good mountain master will be home soon…”

The Daoist reached out and adjusted his wooden hairpin. The Daoist hairpin tilted a little instead. The Daoist was silent for a long time, then nodded and smiled, “Let’s hope so.”

On the vast land, the endless green mountains and clear waters of the human world seemed to slowly reach out, wanting to gently embrace a wandering child far away in a foreign land and lead him home.

In Ruzhou of the Azure Nether world, there is an obscure Lingjing Guan (spiritual realm temple).

A small mountain peak, a small mountain gate, the sound of pine waves. A dim oil lamp was lit in a room. After finally finishing the mountain and water story with the young Chen Cong, the young man rubbed his chin, thinking about it. He definitely couldn’t be the protagonist. It was too hard, especially when he met a dog like Cui Chan as his guardian. What a great feud and resentment to mess with his junior brother’s Dao heart like this… The young man suddenly suggested, Uncle Chang, the story is not sensual either. Let’s change to another one. The young man will still be a young man. I can be more handsome, talk more impulsively, and act more recklessly…

Uncle Chang just picked up a peanut and threw it into his mouth, chewing it carefully. He raised his hand and pressed his two fingers together, leaving only a line.

Chen Cong smiled brightly, “I know. Didn’t you say that his two lines of good and evil were very close from a young age? Hehe, who am I? I read books seriously, and I listen to stories especially attentively!”

The old man nodded and asked the young man a question, “Then the question is, what do you think is being imprisoned by him, divinity or humanity?”