Chapter 137 Cutting Off the Calamity

Whoosh~

The Taiji diagram hung in the sky, rotating rapidly like a world-destroying millstone. Beneath the circulation of an aura vast and ancient, the true forms of galaxies, the stars within the blessed land, and everything visible and invisible within the void...

All were drawn into that black and white Taiji diagram.

Looking at it from within the Qian Mountain blessed land, many felt a heart-palpitating aura slowly brewing within that rapidly rotating Taiji millstone.

In the next instant,

An Qisheng's voice still echoed in the void, as if the void could serve as a medium for its transmission, rumbling and resounding, seemingly existing for eternity.

The calamity of fortune was vast and boundless. Whether one went with it or against it, it was ultimately difficult to escape its coverage. Because the heavens were boundless, being within them meant that one could not jump out of their palm, no matter what.

Therefore, since ancient times in the Myriad Yang Realm, the strongest method to avoid calamity was the 'Heaven Deceiving Grand Formation,' concealing oneself beneath the shroud of calamity, 'deceiving' the calamity.

However, the 'Heaven Deceiving Grand Formation' had long been lost. Perhaps it had already become a closely guarded secret of a certain sacred land. An Qisheng had no way of knowing more.

But even if he understood the Heaven Deceiving Grand Formation, it was not what he wanted.

What he wanted was not a temporary solution, but a permanent one.

An Qisheng did not think that his three years of contemplation could compare to the painstaking research of countless brilliant minds throughout the ages in the Myriad Yang Realm, even though he had countless methods to avoid calamity to draw upon.

But he also had an advantage that no one in this realm could match.

An advantage that no number of kings, marquises, holy emperors, celestial venerables, or supreme beings could match in the thirty million years of history in the Myriad Yang Realm.

That was,

No one understood the heavens better than he did!

Rumble!

The sound of explosions in the void grew even more intense, omnipresent, boundless. An indescribable force, with an unparalleled domineering attitude, pressed down.

The millstone of heaven and earth continued to rotate, but the heavens had no handle, and the earth had no ring. Without points of contact, even the Taiji diagram at this moment had no way to pull the calamity into it and grind it to pieces.

Because this time's blessed land calamity was different from before. It was a calamity faced by all of his blessed lands!

Superimposed upon each other, the terror was enough to make any powerhouse who had shattered the vacuum turn pale.

Crack~

Under the pressure of the tremendous force, the Taiji diagram let out a groan of unbearable strain. Within it, vast expanses of starry sky collapsed, and large swathes shattered.

It seemed that it would be completely crushed in the next instant!

"No, not good!"

Within the Qian Mountain blessed land, Feng Shi Duo cried out in alarm, his expression extremely tense as he watched this scene.

Feng Changming and the others trembled, startled by his sudden cry. Before they could glare at him, they heard a long howl that pierced the sky.

Roar~

The Qian Mountain blessed land shook, and the three thousand miles of spirit fields all bowed their heads.

The gale struck up clouds of dust!

A figure rose into the sky, his vigorous blood energy surging and stirring, causing tens of thousands of miles of sky to become like a burning fire, as if a great sun had fallen into this world.

It was also like hundreds of volcanoes erupting at the same time.

In an instant, sand and stones flew in the Qian Mountain blessed land. The earth cracked everywhere, mountains shattered one after another, and rivers and waterways were cut off.

"The Lord of Butian Pavilion!"

"He, he's out of trouble!"

"He's broken free from suppression?"

Caught off guard, Zheng Longqiu and the others were sent flying in all directions by the overwhelming waves of air, each one of them terrified.

After all, they had condensed their own blessed lands, and their physiques were strong enough that they would not be injured by this gale.

But the Lord of Butian Pavilion's attack was filled with hatred, his blood energy erupting to tear the void and shatter mountains and rivers. His attack was extremely tyrannical.

He even completely disregarded the blood spraying from his body.

That was the great price he had paid for resisting the blessed land calamity, all for the sake of attacking at this moment!

"Die!"

His long howl shook the heavens. The Lord of Butian Pavilion used his fingers as a sword, stirring up raging blood energy, charging towards the void from within, wanting to cut open the Taiji diagram from the inside!

"Yuan Yang Daoist!"

Boom!

Almost at the same time, another figure rose into the sky.

It was the Sect Leader of Lingtian, even more disheveled than the Lord of Butian Pavilion!

His clothes were stained with blood, his hair disheveled, and his seven orifices flashed with crimson. But his attack was equally violent, erupting with tremendous force and a desperate posture, spending all his blood energy.

He bombarded the Taiji diagram!

Both of them had lost their spirit treasures, but their physiques were strong. Now that they had broken free from suppression, the accumulated anger and killing intent erupted, making them even more ferocious than before at Bai Yujing!

The two of them had not discussed it in the slightest, but their attacks resonated. Between the shaking of their long howls, they had already soared into the void.

Sword light and saber intent reached the sky and the earth, displaying their peerless sharpness, wanting to tear open the seal at this moment and escape!

"Hmm?!"

The Supreme Elder of Wanfa Tower had also broken free from the blessed land calamity, his beard and hair stained red with blood. He had also been thinking of soaring into the sky.

But Qian Shisi held his hand.

"Elder Han, do not attack."

Meeting the old man's astonished gaze, Qian Shisi shook his head slightly. Streams of blood energy flowed out of his pores, and his eyes were tinged with blood.

He had obviously suffered heavy injuries as well.

But his resistance to the blessed land calamity was not for the sake of attacking, but to prevent this old man from attacking.

"Sect Leader, you?"

The old man's seven orifices were bleeding, his face filled with astonishment and anger. "Could it be that you have been scared out of your wits by him?!"

Qian Shisi shook his head and did not speak.

The Lord of Butian Pavilion and the other two had only been suppressed for a month. He knew very little about that Yuan Yang Daoist. He was different. He had discussed the Dao with that Yuan Yang Daoist several times.

He knew that the Daoist had dangerous mountains and rivers in his heart. Every time he seemed to be doing something risky, he had great trump cards.

Attacking rashly was not a good thing.

The old man still wanted to say something, but his expression changed again. In his ears, he heard a subtle and drawn-out sound of tearing cloth.

Riiiip~~~

The sound of tearing cloth resounded in everyone's hearts.

Zheng Longqiu and the others raised their eyes and looked, their expressions changing involuntarily. They saw that the Taiji diagram, which was spread throughout the void and of unknown size, suddenly froze, changing from extreme motion to extreme stillness.

Then, the black and white colors rose into the air like dragons, intersecting with each other.

Like a 'ten' character, like a '卍' character, it was also like an immeasurably large pair of scissors opening and closing.

It seemed that the rotation of the Taiji diagram, the eruption of all the blessed land's power, was all for this moment.

In the next instant,

In everyone's incredulous gazes, it 'snapped' down, seemingly cutting off that boundless and endless power of calamity.

"Not good!"

The Lord of Butian Pavilion's heart leaped wildly, his expression changing completely.

He had never expected that the Yuan Yang Daoist could break through the calamity so easily. But with the arrow on the string, he had no choice but to launch an even more ferocious attack.

He wanted to fight to the death!

The same was true for the Sect Leader of Lingtian.

He was equally shocked and speechless, but he was not willing to sit still and wait for death.

His blood energy and divine power all burned. His fists and palms were like knives, wanting to open up the heavens and the earth, roaring into the sky:

"Let's die together!!"

Boom!

In the next instant, the Yin and Yang colors dancing in the void had already heavily struck the two of them out of the Taiji diagram's range.

The heavens and the earth were boundless. If one did not have the freedom to control the heavens and the earth, how could one intercept the Dao of Heaven?

The ultimate sublimation of the Taiji diagram, the extreme burning of the blessed land's power, finally showed its effect at this moment!

An Qisheng's divine intent boiled and burned, concentrating to the highest degree. All of his spirit and mental power were spent on this one strike.

The Taiji has the saying of using four ounces to move a thousand pounds, but one must have the strength of a thousand pounds to overcome hardness with softness. The Taiji is neither extremely hard nor extremely Yang.

This strike had almost brought the use of hardness and softness to the extreme. Using Yin and Yang as scissors, he intercepted the calamity of fortune and cut off the calamity!

As for the thoughts and actions of the Lord of Butian Pavilion and the other two, he did not care about them at all.

The true form was like his hands and feet to him. The two of them were suppressed in his blessed land, as if they were being held in his palm. If this could be overturned, he would have cultivated in vain for so many years.

Rumble!!

Accompanied by the sound of tearing cloth was a terrifying explosion, like an ancient star reaching its end, like the roar of a demon king in the mythical era.

A heaven-shaking and earth-shattering violent tide, with a terrifying posture of trampling everything, crashed down!

In an instant, the void turned into a world-destroying storm.

Being in the Qian Mountain blessed land, between the Taiji diagram's entanglement, everyone could see clearly that a world-destroying tide, enough to make everyone doomed for eternity,

Rushed away from both sides of the blessed land, or rather, from both sides of the Taiji diagram!

It was like an invisible and sky-covering hand heavily slapping down. The Taiji diagram happened to penetrate through the gaps between the fingers, causing the blessed land to shake violently and the galaxies to shatter into pieces!

But it did not damage the foundation!

The calamity, had it passed so easily?

Zheng Longqiu and the others stared blankly, not knowing why, their bodies trembling as if electrocuted, and the hair on their bodies stood on end.

What kind of method to break through the calamity was this?

If the blessed land calamity was so easy to pass through, it would not make countless cultivators fear it like a tiger. But this scene...

"No, impossible?!"

The Taiji diagram avoided the crushing force of the heavens and the earth by a hair's breadth. The Sect Leader of Lingtian and the Lord of Butian Pavilion, who had been thrown out by the Taiji's shifting power, had their eyes splitting open.

Watching the terrifying tide that seemed to collapse the heavens and the earth crash down, they roared like madmen, howling hysterically:

"Yuan Yang Daoist!!!"

Whoosh~

An Qisheng did not pay attention to their thoughts.

After cutting off a line of calamity, the Yin and Yang colors re-condensed into a black and white Taiji diagram. As it slowly rotated, it once again evolved the essence of the millstone of heaven and earth.

Under the rapid rotation, with the Yin and Yang swimming fish and Dao lines surrounding it, one after another of spiritual machines and vitality were captured by the Taiji millstone.

Whirring~

A few moments later, there still seemed to be aftershocks of the calamity in the void outside the blessed land.

But within the blessed land, it was already raining heavily.

This was a spiritual rain.

It was transformed from the spiritual machine captured by the Taiji millstone.

The heavy rain poured down, igniting vitality in the blessed lands. In the Qian Mountain blessed land, the earth was full of spiritual machines. Countless spiritual plants that had withered under the calamity regained their vitality.

Visible to the naked eye, the mountains, rivers, grass, and trees were renewed. At the edges, there were even faint signs of growth.

Huff~

At the peak of Qian Mountain, An Qisheng reappeared.

At this time, his divine intent body was becoming more and more illusory, as if it could dissipate at any time. In fact, its core was unharmed, but it was just that the consumption was too great.

"Mr. Monster, all the information about this calamity has been recorded."

The Three Hearts Blue Spirit Child also appeared, still somewhat shaken.

The blessed land calamity was too terrifying, like the collapse of the heavens and the earth, making it somewhat shocked as well.

"Mm."

An Qisheng nodded.

The state and changes of everyone he had suppressed during the blessed land calamity had all been recorded by him, not to mention himself.

"But Mr. Monster, if, as rumored, the blessed land calamity will become stronger and stronger..."

The Three Hearts Blue Spirit Child was somewhat worried.

"So what?"

An Qisheng paused for a few moments, and his divine intent body became full again.

He had opened two of his three flowers, and the last flower was about to bloom. Naturally, he also had an understanding of the mutual transformation and influence of essence, Qi, and spirit.

Replenishing his divine intent with essence and Qi was naturally not a problem.

Bang!

He stepped into the air, and a gale howled in the void, condensing into two sky-covering hands, reaching into the void to the left and right.

Under the pounding of the rolling tide, the crushing force of the heavens and the earth, they grabbed the Lord of Butian Pavilion and the Sect Leader of Lingtian, who were covered in wounds, as if they had been hacked to pieces.

Like dead dogs, they were dragged back into the Qian Mountain blessed land.

"Pfft!"

Blood sprinkled across the sky, accompanied by the滔滔spiritual rain, staining large areas of the mountains and earth red.

The blood of the two of them was even more nourishing than the spiritual rain. The Qian Mountain blessed land greedily sucked it in as if it had life, seeming to become higher and bigger.

Corpses and bones have always fertilized the earth, not to mention two powerhouses who had shattered the vacuum.

"Yuan Yang Daoist..."

In the torrential rain, the faces of the Lord of Butian Pavilion and the other two were ashen as ash. They had already suffered heavy injuries from resisting the blessed land calamity, and this time it was adding insult to injury.

They had fallen to an unprecedented low.

They raised their heads, wanting to say something, but they only saw the white-haired Daoist's calm and indifferent gaze, as if he was looking at roadside flowers and grass:

"If there is a next time, don't live."