(There will be a small chapter later tonight.)

A single sword thrust, and all the demonic illusions barring the path ahead dissipated.

The Ascension Realm Peak mastermind overseeing Mount Tuoyue was not only a pure swordsman, but his Natal Sword even bore imprints of some divine powers from two high-ranking deities, the “Imaginer” and the “Echoer.”

City God Shen Wen’s golden Wen Dan (a scholar’s inner core) shattered with a resounding crack, his face filled with regret, as if lamenting his decision to hand over that Wen Dan in the past.

The white-robed monk turned slightly, leaning back, twirling his prayer beads, and sizing up the young Hidden Official with a playful smile, as if saying, “Mountains are high, rivers are long, we shall meet again.”

The green-clad woman with the ponytail neither dodged nor evaded, allowing the sword light to slice right through her.

Mount Tuoyue was cleaved in two, a massive, irreparable chasm appearing, one that seemed incapable of healing for a long time.

At the same time, the Great Demon mastermind wielding the sword was also cleaved apart, his avatar displaying a hint of surprise for the first time on the severed half of his face, separated by a great distance.

It was evident that Chen Ping An’s sword was vastly superior to the three thousand or so that preceded it. It was no longer constrained by the levels of swordsmanship, but rather brimming with sword intent, even possessing the nascent form of its own Sword Dao.

As a result, the lingering sword light stubbornly hindered the mastermind’s attempt to merge with Mount Tuoyue through the power of the years.

On both sides of this mountain-splitting “road,” the spiritual Qi of the thousand-mile landscape, and even the Qi of the mountains and rivers, and the fortune of the heavens, were drawn in madly, like two surging tides, filling the Great Dao’s deficiency caused by the chasm.

It was as if a single sword had created an Extraterritorial Void realm, where the Great Dao operated with clear boundaries.

Compared to the mastermind’s situation, the three Immortal Realm Great Demons within the mountain were in a truly miserable state.

The Great Demon centipede, which had previously coiled around the mountain peak several times, suffered the worst fate. Unable to escape, this Immortal Realm Great Demon, whose primordial spirit was already severely wounded, was cleaved apart along with Mount Tuoyue. Its Nascent Soul attempted to flee with the Golden Core, but it was shattered by the all-encompassing sword light. The severed pieces of its corpse tumbled down the mountainside, meeting its demise.

The other two Immortals, the one sitting on the colorful futon, had his human form withered and shriveled, teetering within a torrent of sword Qi. The futon beneath him had lost its luster, and the Immortal’s form swayed in the wind. He had transformed from a vigorous, ancient-looking middle-aged man into a gaunt, emaciated old man, a mere bag of bones.

As for the female demon cultivator, her golden silk armor with copper nail patterns, along with the Immortal’s lamp she was holding, shattered. Countless cracks appeared on her still exquisite face, like a field that had been parched for many years. The mountain and river phenomena within her own small world were in a similarly desolate state, almost at the end of their rope.

If she had lost in a one-on-one battle with the Hidden Official, so be it. But today’s calamity felt like the young Hidden Official and the mastermind had joined forces to kill them, the Upper Five Realms. How could she willingly accept this? Therefore, this female demon cultivator who ruled a territory in the Wilderness Desolate World harbored great hatred in her heart, hating the Hidden Official’s merciless sword strikes, and even more so the cunning methods of the Mount Tuoyue Grand Ancestor’s Direct Disciple, who had deliberately imprisoned them here.

Even if she had a Life-Extending Lamp in her ancestral hall that could help her reshape her body, like a resurrection through another’s corpse, a significant portion of her soul would still be lost. Moreover, while the Life-Extending Lamp could be lit, the cultivator’s crucial Golden Core and Nascent Soul could not be taken with her. Therefore, relying on the Life-Extending Lamp to cultivate again was considered the lowest form of corpse liberation on the mountain, almost causing her to fall below the Earth Immortal Realm. Especially for the demon cultivators of the Wilderness Desolate World, once they lost their innate, powerful, and resilient demon body, the damage to their Great Dao would be even greater than that of the Qi Refiners of the Vast World.

This female Immortal with the Daoist name Fanlu (meaning “Luxuriant Dew”) was like a wild grass, her figure swaying in the wind, her divine soul suffering from the blast of the sword Qi. The sound of her face and body shattering was like a series of faint firecrackers. She reached up to wipe her face, only to find that it was all the ashen remains of the Great Dao’s demise. Despair filled her heart. She gritted her teeth and stared fixedly at the Mount Tuoyue First Disciple outside the mountain. “Today’s disaster, which has caused more than a dozen fellow cultivators in the Upper Five Realms to die here, is all thanks to you! Mastermind, what a fitting name you’ve taken! You are truly the culprit of the Wilderness Desolate World!”

The mastermind remained indifferent.

He merely glanced in the direction of the Yeluo River.

The woman laughed maniacally, as if insane. She raised her arm, which was constantly scattering ash, and patted her head. “Come, Hidden Official, I’ll give you another merit! I only ask that you must take down the mastermind and shatter Mount Tuoyue! To be able to die at the hands of the Sword Qi Great Wall’s last Hidden Official is not too much of a loss…”

A bolt of golden lightning descended swiftly from the Lightning Bureau, completely shattering the female Immortal Realm cultivator’s body.

The only remaining Immortal Realm cultivator stood up from the futon, looked around, and said with a bitter smile, “Who would have thought I’d die like this? It’s a bit stifling.”

A demon cultivator who had never been to the Sword Qi Great Wall would actually die here on Mount Tuoyue, especially at the hands of the Hidden Official. It would be a huge joke if word got out.

The mastermind retracted his gaze and looked towards a certain location outside the two layers of Heaven and Earth Restrictions.

The demon cultivators who had died one after another in the mountain were all trying to escape, but there was actually a swordsman who had taken the initiative to break into the Mount Tuoyue territory.

It was an old Nascent Soul Realm demon swordsman who had rushed over, hovering in the air on his sword. He was wielding his Natal Sword, splitting off thousands of longswords in an attempt to chisel out a door from the mountain and river restrictions.

Unfortunately, in this battlefield, he was still like a thin stream with limited water, crashing against a towering, lofty mountain, destined to be futile.

The old swordsman was ultimately unable to break through the inner and outer double restrictions of Mount Tuoyue and the Cage of Birds, shouting incessantly from the outside.

The mastermind looked at Chen Ping An. “There’s a swordsman who wants to trade his life for yours. What do you say? If you agree, I’ll let him in.”

Chen Ping An twitched the corner of his mouth.

A Nascent Soul Realm cultivator, even a swordsman, trading for an Immortal Realm cultivator? Was he thinking too much? Did such a transaction exist in the world?

Lu Chen sighed with emotion. As expected, the Hidden Official was cautious in all things.

The mastermind smiled. “That swordsman is named Hui Ting, from the Scarlet Leaf Sword Sect.”

Only at this moment did the mastermind’s dharma body merge, and Mount Tuoyue returned to its original appearance once more.
Never would he have thought that the trajectory of that sword intent, defying the currents of the River of Time, would still pierce through Mount Tuoyue. Its reality fluctuated, radiating a dazzling spectrum of seven colors – the brilliant Dao rhythm born from the collision of the River of Time and a steadfast pillar. Countless fragments of solidified time, varying in size from fingernails to copper coins, scattered wildly from the sword path and Mount Tuoyue, streaking across the heavens like meteors. They hurtled beyond the thousand-li boundary of Mount Tuoyue’s grand formation, crashing against the invisible barrier of the “Bird in a Cage” small world, shattering with a resounding crash, forced to return to the River of Time.

This was a testament to the sheer destructive force of Chen Pingan’s earlier sword strike.

It also meant that this sword had left an irreparable corridor of sword Qi within the Yuanxiong’s personal world, a landscape of mountains and rivers.

It was as if Chen Pingan’s sword had cleaved out a river of sword Qi, akin to the Yelu He.

The Yuanxiong continued, “You should have heard the name Huiting. She was once a Jade Pure Realm sword immortal, but her cultivation level regressed twice on the battlefield. The most recent time was a century ago, when she shattered her natal flying sword ‘Rouge Powder’. She has been recuperating ever since, which is why she missed the last great war.”

The Yuanxiong was not concerned that Chen Pingan would break his word and go back on their deal. If he intended to deceive him, he would have simply opened the door earlier.

Hearing the names of the Hongye Sword Sect and Huiting…

Chen Pingan narrowed his eyes and nodded.

He knew. How could he not know this famous demon clan swordsman?

The information was recorded in great detail at the Bishu Palace. Not only did this demon clan swordsman like to go to the Sword Qi Great Wall to join in the fun and accumulate war merits, resulting in two regressions in her cultivation level, but this swordsman, who possessed the flying sword “Rouge Powder”, also enjoyed ambushing female swordsmen on the Sword Qi Great Wall battlefield, using them to refine her sword and nourish a certain flying sword divine ability.

She had once assassinated an injured female sword immortal.

Her name was Song Caiyun.

She was the woman that the two old swordsmen, Zhao Geyi and Cheng Quan, had longed for their entire lives.

In fact, Song Caiyun could have withdrawn from the battlefield at the time, but on the way, she encountered a group of young swordsmen trapped in a desperate situation. In order to save them, she was targeted by the demon clan Jade Pure Realm swordsman Huiting, who seized the opportunity to unleash her natal flying sword “Rouge Powder” and kill her with a single strike.

Among the several swordsmen she saved at the time was a young man named Yin Chen, who was once cheerful and easygoing.

Excellent, the other party had delivered themselves to his doorstep. This deal was done.

Chen Pingan was the first to open a path to the “Bird in a Cage” small world, after which the Yuanxiong followed suit by opening the Mount Tuoyue Grand Formation, allowing the Nascent Soul Realm swordsman to rush to the battlefield.

The immortal, who had originally resigned himself to his fate, saw the familiar sword light and said helplessly, “Huiting, are you stupid?”

He was definitely going to give away a head to the young Hidden Official.

As for the spiritual energy and sword Dao fortune of his old friend after his death, they would of course be taken by the Yuanxiong.

Although Huiting did owe him a life, or rather, one and a half lives, as he had saved Huiting once in the early years and later helped her with a great favor, the matter of exchanging lives should not be taken seriously.

The old swordsman from a desolate sword Dao sect, however, ignored his friend and simply hovered on his sword at the edge of the small world, looking up at the ten-thousand-zhang dharma image with a lotus crown atop its head, and asked with a smile, “Are you Xiao Xun’s successor, the new Hidden Official Chen Pingan?”

The old swordsman had heard the simple and unsophisticated name Chen Pingan so many times over the years that his ears had grown calluses.

At the Hongye Sword Sect, there was a promising younger swordsman who had joined the ranks of the hundred sword immortals of Mount Tuoyue. His position was not high, but he had been fortunate enough to visit the Sword Qi Great Wall and Haoran World. However, he was injured in Tongye Continent and returned to his homeland early, recuperating in the sect for several years. Whenever he mentioned the young Hidden Official, he expressed admiration, regarding the fact that they had never had the opportunity to truly exchange swords as one of the biggest regrets of that journey.

It was the same with his own sect and when visiting friends outside, which was quite annoying.

Chen Pingan turned his head to look at the swordsman’s figure, as small as a mustard seed.

Huiting sensed the young Hidden Official’s intense killing intent and laughed loudly, “Is my life still worth something?”

Chen Pingan said indifferently, “It’s worthless. You simply deserve to die.”

The Yuanxiong smiled.

If he remembered correctly, this was the second time Chen Pingan had officially spoken since appearing at Mount Tuoyue? And compared to the simple word “can”, it was much more.

Lu Chen smiled and said, “Respect the strong, pity the weak. This Yuanxiong is actually quite interesting. It’s a pity that you are on opposing sides, otherwise an encounter in another Jianghu might have led to you drinking together at the same table.”

Of course, the so-called respect in this desolate world was rather unique.

As for the so-called pity, it was relatively easy to understand, meaning that the Yuanxiong wanted Chen Pingan to spare the ant-like cultivators of the nearby sects.

A fierce sword light fell from above, vertically cleaving down from the demon clan swordsman’s head.

Another sword light rose, slicing horizontally across the waist.

The dharma image waved its sleeve again, and a miniature, suspended thunder formation appeared beside the old swordsman, choosing to slowly refine his soul with the Five Thunder Righteous Method.

The key was that within the thunder formation, two golden characters were forced to emerge, precisely the demon clan true name of the swordsman Huiting. The light emitted by the true name flickered, like a candle in the wind.

Forcibly extracting the demon clan true name?!

Lu Chen suddenly felt a chill run down his spine. It wasn’t that he hadn’t seen more tragic scenes, he had seen plenty.

It was just that when the one wielding the sword was Chen Pingan, it was a bit unsettling.

On this kid’s path of cultivation, whether wielding a sword or throwing a punch, he never liked to drag things out. He would kill if he wanted to kill, never engaging in such deliberate torture.

Having asked unsuccessfully earlier, Lu Chen seemed a bit lazy. He was too lazy to examine Chen Pingan’s mindscape at this point. Presumably, this desolate swordsman, who had regressed in cultivation level twice, was definitely on the list at the Bishu Palace.

Moreover, it was truly not easy for a swordsman to reach the Jade Pure Realm twice.

Not to mention the desolate world, even at the Sword Qi Great Wall, they were few and far between.

This deal was indeed worthwhile.

It would be even more worthwhile if he could kill that immortal as well.

Judging from the attitude of the great demon Yuanxiong, since he had not thrown the immortal out of the Mount Tuoyue boundary, he was clearly waiting for Chen Pingan to break his word, and he would not stop him.

Chen Pingan flicked his fingers, shattering the two demon clan true name characters. Even if Huiting had a life-sustaining lamp placed in the Hongye Sword Sect’s ancestral hall, it would be of no use.
The Immortal Realm great demon widened his eyes, trembling, “Hui Ting!”

Chen Ping’an said, “Still not gone?”

Within Mount Tuoyue, the withered Immortal rapidly collected his thoughts, an expression of disbelief on his face, tentatively asking, “You’re really letting me live?”

*Don’t believe me, then so be it. Better if you don’t leave.*

Chen Ping’an was silent for a moment, seeing that the Immortal was still hesitant, he prepared to activate the hovering Five Thunder Seal. Unexpectedly, the ten-thousand-foot Dharma Idol abruptly sank, its feet crushing the earth, creating two massive craters.

Lu Chen immediately scrutinized Chen Ping’an’s inner world. A string of demon race true names lit up simultaneously, each one belonging to an Ascension Realm cultivator of ancient vintage.

Chen Ping’an slashed at Mount Tuoyue again with his sword.

In an instant, the landscape became hazy, a realm apart, inexplicably finding himself in a secret realm with utterly uninteresting scenery.

It was a corridor that seemed endless. Even with Chen Ping’an’s current Fourteenth Realm cultivation, he strained his eyes but could not see the end.

Chen Ping’an then retracted his ten-thousand-foot Dharma Idol, and the corridor shrank accordingly. To his right were countless doorways, while on the other side, similar to the Sword Qi Great Wall in its early days, was endless void, the River of Time leading to an unknown destination. Historically, many sages enshrined in the Literary Temple had fallen on this path. The so-called “connection” between the previous four continents and the current Five-Colored Continent was nothing more than the pioneers opening up several post roads and constructing temporal ferry points. Only through this could mountain-peak great cultivators “ascend” and travel far, crossing continents without getting lost in the River of Time, becoming corpses drifting in the void. In reality, the continents were extremely far apart.

Lu Chen frowned, “Bai Ze has made a move, and deliberately at this time? Is he provoking Chief Sword Immortal? Truly Bai Ze, to provoke those who should not be provoked.”

Evidently, as soon as Bai Ze returned to the Savage Desolate Continent, after Chen Qingdu slew the ancient high-ranking deity with a single sword strike, he immediately returned the favor. On the River Yeluo side, he awakened a group of powerful sleepers, ancient great demons who had long hibernated in various secret realms, and were about to fully awaken.

But did Bai Ze’s strength decrease after breaking those hibernations?

No wonder Bai Ze was so fearless, this path was indeed unexpectedly unusual.

Lu Chen sat within the lotus dojo, after some deduction, he clicked his tongue in wonder, laughing and clapping his hands, “So that’s how it is, I understand now, Bai Ze’s Fourteenth Realm Dao integration method, such ingenious thinking, is comparable to this poor Taoist’s Five Dreams Seven Manifestations.”

Everyone on the mountain peak knew that the Third Headmaster of White Jade Capital possessed the mysterious Five Dreams Seven Manifestations, so profound that Lu Chen himself could not decipher it.

Dreaming of the Confucian Master Zheng Huan, dreaming of a skeleton pillow in the dream, then dreaming of a White Bone Person, dreaming of a oak tree coming to life, dreaming of a spirit turtle dying, dreaming of transforming into a butterfly, not knowing who I am, who dreams who wakes.

Beyond the Five Dreams were the Seven Manifestations, walking the same path as Lu Chen’s Great Dao: a wooden chicken, a cedar tree, a mole, a Kun Peng, a sparrow, a Yuan Chu, and a butterfly, each evolving from the Great Dao.

If the existence of the Three Teachings’ Founders determined the height of the Daoist arts in a continent,

Then Bai Ze’s method of Dao integration was the greatest deterrent to the other continents. Although Bai Ze was not warlike and had no interest in killing, it would be naive to regard Bai Ze as a soft-hearted great cultivator. Ten thousand years ago, on the earth, many powerful demon races inadvertently died at Bai Ze’s hands. Human cultivators, whether Qi refiners or pure sword cultivators, were also slain by Bai Ze.

At the riverside conference ten thousand years ago, in order to allow both continents to recuperate, Bai Ze took the initiative to sacrifice the interests of the demon race, handing over a considerable portion of the true names of the great demons. This led to the “Mountain Search Map” passed down in later generations in the Great Harmony Continent.

But Bai Ze’s move was far-reaching, as if he had drawn a bottom line for the world, which was to ensure the survival and propagation of the demon race, not allowing them to become too strong and recklessly wage war, causing flames to engulf all the continents. But Bai Ze would absolutely not allow any external forces to exterminate the demon race.

Those who crossed the line, those who overstepped the boundary, would become Bai Ze’s enemy, tantamount to a life-and-death struggle over the Great Dao.

Once the demon race cultivators of the Savage Desolate Continent suffered heavy losses, Bai Ze’s cultivation would surge accordingly.

Chen Ping’an stood in place, not in a hurry to slash the secret realm with his sword, nor in a hurry to travel forward by wind. Instead, he switched the sword to his right hand.

The previous sword strike, even with the resilient body of a Tenth Realm martial artist returning to oneness, would probably injure his bones and sinews.

Chen Ping’an took a light breath, allowing the landscape within his body to stabilize.

Previously, his two sleeves brought forth spring breezes, his inner world, like heaven and man in resonance, with the earth echoing, spring thunder rumbled.

The Longsword Night Wanderer hovered to the left of his body. With a slight thought from Chen Ping’an, the blade of Night Wanderer pierced into the River of Time, leaving only half of the sword visible. The sword’s edge was like slicing a void, ethereal sky curtain wall. Then, relying on a trace of spiritual connection with Night Wanderer, he attempted to determine how far apart the wall was. The result was a burst of involuntary dizziness. Chen Ping’an quickly stabilized his Dao heart and retracted that tiny mustard seed of his mind.

The path lies beyond the heavens.

The reason for not hurrying was that the golden-bodied Dharma Idol and the green-robed Taoist, who remained in the Mount Tuoyue region, were still engaged in battle, and the spiritual connection between the three was still clear, like藕断丝连*(lotus root broken, silk still attached)*. Chen Ping’an could still discern all the movements of the great demon culprit.

Not the eighty-four thousand dharmas of Buddhism.

On this seemingly endless corridor, each door was engraved with a number, from one to nine, starting from three. After that, the nine numbers seemed to be arranged randomly.

“It’s a method of the Arithmeticians, arranging numbers according to the convergents.”

Lu Chen explained, “If nothing goes wrong, when we reach the end, we will encounter a room without a number. But if we can’t give the exact number, this small world will definitely collapse with a power roughly equivalent to… the most proud sword strike in the life of an Ascension Realm peak sword cultivator? Of course, if we are lucky enough to guess the number, we can swagger out of the secret realm.”

Chen Ping’an smiled, “Convergents? I’ve heard of it. The Ancestral Hall of the Arithmeticians has a treasure that is used to create an array world with self-circulating Great Dao through convergents. It can be regarded as the bottom-of-the-box method of the Arithmetics lineage. That ancestral compass is said to have been jointly refined by successive patriarchs and arithmetical geniuses for a full six thousand years. By the way, can the compass really arbitrarily detain an Ascension Realm cultivator other than a sword cultivator?”
Lu Chen curled his lip, “That’s old news. When calculating to the number 99,999,999, they encountered the second ethereal bottleneck of the Great Dao. The two Grandmasters of the Artificer school were too afraid to continue inferring. After all, they had suffered greatly twice before, fearing that all their efforts would be wasted, inviting the Heavenly Dao’s suppression, causing the treasured artifact to shatter. As a result, they encountered your senior brother, the Embroidered Tiger, who helped them cross that natural barrier. Of course, it has something to do with Cui Chan, this outsider, not taking that treasure of the mountain gate too seriously. His state of mind was the most pure and unsullied, but it doesn’t mean his artifice is definitely superior to the Grandmasters.”

Lu Chen sighed, “The reason I say it’s old news is that your ‘sword cultivator excluded’ statement needs to be removed.”

Chen Ping’an frowned slightly.

Lu Chen smiled, “Don’t overthink it. My old news has another meaning. The two Artificer Grandmasters, obsessed with learning and researching, failed to make a contribution in that battle, taking down a Transcendent Realm great demon, or helping Chen Chun’an join forces against Liu Cha. It wasn’t that they intentionally stood by idly, but that a rebellious genius emerged internally, with malicious intentions and careful planning, deliberately giving eight wrong numbers. The subsequent hundreds were naturally all wrong, causing the compass to have major problems and almost be completely destroyed.”

Chen Ping’an remained silent.

The journey of the Great Dao is fraught with peril.

Lu Chen protested, “I have well-informed sources, what’s the matter, who did I offend?”

Chen Ping’an sneered, “Then let’s take advantage of this moment of leisure to properly settle some old scores?”

For example, Shi Rou of Riding Dragon Lane. The Third Master of the White Jade City, glutted with leisure, watched the small town for many years through her eyes.

Lu Chen began to change the subject, “Is that culprit stalling for time? What’s the point? Mount Tuoyue doesn’t have legs, so are they waiting for rescue? Like that Bai Ze who returned to the desolate lands?”

Chen Ping’an shook his sleeves, fluttering out a stream of thousands of talismans, the most ordinary yellow talisman material, not uncommon to sell in mountain and water ferry crossings, immortal inns, and essential for mountain and wild cultivators to exorcise demons and monsters in the market. Chen Ping’an reached out and covered a talisman with his palm, and with a stroke, thousands of yellow talismans instantly became talismans, all of them uniformly mountain and water obstacle-breaking talismans.

With another wave of his sleeve, a long river of talismans acted as scouts, setting out on a distant journey first.

Lu Chen hesitated for a moment, reminding, “Don’t be too greedy and indulge in realms.”

Once you become a true Fourteenth Realm grand cultivator, in all the world, no matter how strict your mountain gate’s restrictions are, you can enter as if there’s no one there. No matter how vast and boundless the mountains and rivers are, you can shrink the mountain ranges, cross rivers at will, and do as you please.

This kind of freedom is naturally in tune with the pure heart of a sword cultivator.

Chen Ping’an nodded, “Of course I need to introspect, it’s difficult to go from luxury to frugality.”

Holding a sharp blade, the desire to kill arises naturally.

When Daoist magic prospers, the world withers.

Once a person who has attained the Dao cannot restrain even a little wandering thought, they will idly swat mosquitoes, suddenly having the heart to kill all mosquitoes.

Lightly, the Daoist heart scatters; heavily, one becomes possessed by demons.

Chen Ping’an walked slowly, suddenly stopping, opening a door, discovering two frozen time-space paintings inside, one clear and one blurred. This was because Lu Chen temporarily lent his Daoist magic to him, resulting in the overlap of the two painting scenes.

One of the landscape paintings was of a small child carrying a large basket climbing a mountain, while Lu Chen’s time-space picture was of sailing on the sea. The boatman was none other than the unnamed disciple, Gu Qingsong, with the Daoist title Xian Cha. However, Xian Cha looked very young at the time, with a square face and large eyes, looking quite sturdy. A small boat, the two of them going out to sea to visit immortals. Looking at the bow of the boat tilting and plunging into the water, it seemed to be splitting the water to move forward, and in the depths of the sea, there seemed to be a glimmer of light, gentle and tranquil, as if waiting for this small boat.

Lu Chen smiled awkwardly, “Don’t look, don’t look, be careful of falling into the culprit’s trap.”

Chen Ping’an laughed, “Each looks at their own, what’s there to fear?”

Lu Chen said helplessly, “Saying such words, doesn’t your conscience bother you?”

Chen Ping’an discovered that the flowing water of talismans had flown hundreds of thousands of miles, this corridor was like a bottomless ancient well.

Ignoring the futility of the talismans, Chen Ping’an continuously wielded his Night Tour sword, constantly cutting the invisible wall of that time-space barrier, and then remembering the sporadic strange movements, specially opening a brand new ledger in the Mind Lake Book Building, recording them in detail.

Lu Chen explained, “This place is a whirlpool in a river of time, similar to a Returning Ruins passage. The length of time and the distance of the journey cannot be measured by common sense.”

Chen Ping’an nodded.

This kind of mysterious manifestation of the Great Dao is a rare opportunity, truly once in a millennium. Even if there is only a little more understanding, it is equivalent to taking a successful step on a path opened by others, with the first step, there is a direction of the Great Dao.

That’s why Chen Ping’an used the Night Tour sword to probe the reality.

Moreover, outside, a golden body statue stepping on a replica of the White Jade City, simultaneously controlled the Sword Immortal Banner and the Five Thunder Seal, and that azure-robed Daoist, similar to a soul travelling afar, and the River Goddess were using endless water magic to confront each other.

They were not idle.

Lu Chen asked, “Is the fighting still going on outside?”

Chen Ping’an nodded, “The culprit is chopping at the White Jade City.”

The culprit’s every sword strike is a lesson that can be learned from others.

The White Jade City is too much, some Great Dao circulations hidden deep within, even if Chen Ping’an is the master who refined it, he still cannot fully understand them. In addition, he really doesn’t know much about the path of Daoist magic. In many places, he only knows what it is, but not why it is. Just like the master engravers in the mundane world, who can engrave an excellent seal, but in fact, they dare not say that they fully understand the internal texture of the jade.