Chapter 289 End

Wei Yuan raised his eyes, gazing at the magnificent pillar of Qi Luck soaring into the sky in front of him.

The Tai'a Sword was still plunged upside down into this heaven-reaching pillar.

Below, the fierce god Taowu, cloaked in white robes, exuded an aura of immense grandeur. Truly witnessing such a supreme deity at close range, all feelings of fear were swept away, replaced by an almost incomprehensible sense of awe at the vastness of heaven and earth.

It was like diving a thousand miles beneath the ocean's surface and hearing the whales' deep song.

It was like seeing the myriad stars of the cosmos swirling around oneself.

This was the innate reverence of living beings for the natural world.

And now, he was about to draw his sword against such an existence.

Wei Yuan exhaled softly and completely drew out the Iron Eagle Sword.

"It's time to end this, Taowu."

The fierce god's gaze fell calmly on Wei Yuan, with not the slightest concern in his eyes. It was akin to a human seeing an insect flying by; aside from ignoring it, at most, there was only the annoyance of a buzzing, irritating pest.

The pillar of Qi Luck remained unchanged, but countless winds and thunders naturally arose between heaven and earth.

Wei Yuan noticed that he was surrounded by the ruins of modern human cities. These cities, after falling into the Shanhai Realm, were incinerated and collapsed. Now, they floated in the void in an extremely soul-stirring manner, pieced together as if a post-apocalyptic, postmodern aesthetic of steel.

Storms, thunder, and ruins of steel.

The heaven-reaching pillar of Qi Luck and the god standing with his hands behind his back.

Everything possessed a heart-stopping tension.

Then, the ruins of these cities slowly moved, gradually accelerating, and smashed toward Wei Yuan.

Wei Yuan glanced at a mountain behind Taowu, then retracted his gaze and charged toward Taowu with his sword.

He thrust out his longsword, deflecting several waves of shattered stones and avoiding falling thunderbolts. Then, he flipped over and landed his right foot on a pavilion, part of some city. He slowly exhaled, the hem of his open jacket flapping straight, his eyes locked onto the god in front of him.

He took a deep breath, pushed off forcefully, and launched himself into the gap between the thunder and boulders.

He clenched his fingers.

"Winds..."

His voice paused slightly, then exploded – "Be summoned!!!"

The collision of thunder and fire created rain, but the falling rain froze in the void at that moment.

Then, it rushed toward the sky in reverse at an even faster speed.

It even turned into straight lines.

A green storm surged from the highest heavens.

From the end of the Qingping, a wind arose.

Its momentum was fierce!

Wei Yuan rose with the wind, soaring straight to the ninth heaven.

A point of cold light, avoiding the layers of boulders, pointed directly at Taowu!

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Wei Yuan had no idea that his actions, through the Shanhai Rift, had caused countless hearts to clench.

Watching the young man who rode the green flowing wind, shuttling between the city ruins that were like giant beasts, even those who were not from Shenzhou unconsciously held their breath, their attention captivated.

And those in the Shenzhou side, in those two cities, who could see this scene were silently praying in their hearts.

Zhang Hao stared wide-eyed at the tiny figure weaving through the wind and thunder.

It was hard to connect him with the museum curator.

Zhang Ruosu had already retreated from the Shanhai Realm rift under Dragon Tiger Mountain.

He raised his head. The Shanhai Rift around Shenzhou was not as clear as it was outside; it could almost be said that it was difficult to see. However, Zhang Ruosu's Dao cultivation was sufficient. He raised his head, staring at Wei Yuan's actions. The expression on his face was calm and unperturbed, while Lin Shouyi next to him was even more nervous.

He said, "Aren't you worried about Fellow Daoist Wei?"

Zhang Ruosu said indifferently, "What's the use of worrying? What's the use of being afraid? Just watch quietly."

"One should have inner peace during major events."

"Where has your nearly hundred years of cultivation gone?"

Lin Shouyi sighed and closed his eyes to concentrate.

Zhang Ruosu casually picked up a chess piece, his movements paused. The hard, black Go stone turned into powder in his hand silently.

The old Daoist paused, lowered his hand, his mind not on the chessboard, and looked at the sky.

Wei Yuan had already broken through a layer of blockade.

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Taowu planned to control Qiongqi's location, gather the two extremes of the Four Extremes of Earth, and elevate his position.

From this fierce god's defensive posture, Wei Yuan could already see this.

At this moment, with his longsword at his side and a whirlwind around him, he headed straight for the location where all five warheads could unleash their full power. At this moment, Taowu raised his left fist and punched out. With the fierce god's punch, Wei Yuan's heart tightened instantly, and two clusters of golden flames suddenly lit up in his pupils.

Zhu Jiuyin, breath of Zhulong.

Mountain God of Zhaoge, foundation of Mountain God.

Both foundations that surpassed ordinary people were actively shattered.

Wei Yuan's aura rose sharply.

This time, he directly burned both divine origins, exchanging them for a burst of powerful strength in a short time. The Iron Eagle Sword in his palm stabbed out fiercely, deflecting the force, and then with a twist of his wrist, he directly countered, coiling towards Taowu's wrist.

The fierce god Taowu frowned.

Even Taowu could not ignore this blow when facing a madman who directly burned his divine origins.

A sword appeared in his left hand, directly blocking this move.

Then, wind and thunder arrived together.

Wei Yuan groaned, gritted his teeth, and his divinity erupted completely.

A wave of air swept across.

The wind and thunder stopped abruptly.

Standing firmly in the void, Wei Yuan took a step forward abruptly, the Iron Eagle Sword almost suppressing Taowu's sword, pressing the sword backward. One man and one god, they began to fight in the void and among the ruins of the city. The overflowing aura from each collision made the ruins tremble violently, almost collapsing.

Suddenly,

Above the Iron Eagle Sword in Wei Yuan's palm, the Iron Eagle chirped, suddenly flapping its wings and flying into the sky. The Tai'a Sword in the pillar of Qi Luck suddenly howled violently. The majestic humane aura contained within it poured backward into Wei Yuan's body, making his sword even more domineering.

Taowu wielded the sword with one hand, then transformed it into wielding the sword with both hands, but never left the vicinity of the Qi Luck pillar.

The swordsmanship in Wei Yuan's palm was fierce and majestic.

Upright and grand.

This was Xuanyuan's swordsmanship.

The two weapons collided constantly.

Each collision made those who saw this scene in the human world tremble violently in their hearts. Each collision would shake out a trail of snow-white air currents in the void, entangling thunder and flames. It was raining heavily here, but not a single drop of rain fell within a hundred miles of the place where the two were fighting.

As if evaporated by flames.

But flames would have a time when they would burn out.

The power that Wei Yuan gained by consuming divinity was rapidly declining.

He held Taowu's heavy chop with both hands, and the deep thunder rumbled left and right for eight hundred miles. This time, he was unable to block it all. Wei Yuan groaned, already injured, swallowed the blood in his throat, turned around and retreated, raised his left hand, and then clenched his five fingers, the wind control technique becoming more and more fierce, forcibly pulling.

The wild winds, be summoned!

At this moment, the wind control, a supernatural power at the seventy-two Earthly Fiend level, surpassed its original limit.

Countless winds condensed into flowing blue threads, bursting out when Wei Yuan pressed his palm down fiercely. In an instant, it seemed as if behind him, a giant blue Kun Peng slowly swam, obscuring the sky and earth, and issued a low whale song.

The previous broken pavilions, plazas, and city fragments were pulled up by the power of the wind.

Then, they condensed into a city.

The illusion of the divine realm unfolded, and the memories hidden in these cities emerged, as if people were still living on it, still having joys, sorrows, and happiness, talking, smiling, and living vividly. Those who saw this scene lost their ability to speak.

They even saw familiar faces and familiar places, and tears streamed down their faces without realizing it.

This was a city, a miracle woven by countless people, this was civilization.

And the tiny humans stretched out their hands, holding up these fortresses of civilization.

The enormous pressure caused blood to flow continuously from the corners of Wei Yuan's mouth. He gently exerted his strength and pushed these cities towards Taowu. He himself retreated backward. Lightning flashed in the sky, and golden-red light like magma flowed out from the gaps in the lowered clouds.

Those who saw this scene couldn't help but hold their breath – this was almost like a reproduction of mythology.

Light and flames, under the light of the sky, the city fell, and the earth shattered.

And people flew into the sky.

This was also the boundary between life and death.

Everything was so solemn that it almost made one want to cry.

Taowu had no joy or sorrow, and the sword in his hand slashed down violently.

The city shattered.

Everything returned to reality.

And the sword fell on the five warheads that Wei Yuan had hidden in the illusion.

The next moment, a violent and unparalleled explosion filled the space between heaven and earth.

It was as if five suns had crashed on the ground.

The fierce flames, the extreme heat, and the unparalleled shock wave swept across together. This was where Qiongqi was located, the extreme west. Perhaps after Taowu controlled this pillar of heaven, His strength could be amplified here, reaching the level of Gonggong and Zhurong, but now it was still one step away.

Equivalent to the instantaneous burst of five Golden Crow birds.

Even Taowu could not be unharmed.

On the other side of the Shanhai Rift, everyone was silent for a moment, just staring at that scene. Even though they were separated by a world, they would not be greatly affected like seeing a nuclear explosion at close range, but their eyes still stung and they shed tears.

Zhang Ruosu stood up abruptly, scaring Lin Shouyi.

Lin Shouyi was dumbfounded: "Did you really move those things out? How many did you give him?"

Zhang Ruosu didn't turn his head:

"All of them."

"What, all of them?!" The Shangqing Sect's Daoist was shocked.

"Yes, all of them as you understand it."

Lin Shouyi's scalp tingled.

He didn't have time to talk about his friend's boldness, so he turned his head and looked at that scene:

"Is He dead?"

"I don't know..."

"Hard to say."

West Mountain Realm. As the light and dust gradually dissipated, Wei Yuan, who had burrowed into the ground, stepped out again, surrounded by a layer of light and shadow. That was the Kunlun Jade Pool in his sleeve. Wei Yuan in a normal state could not use such a supernatural power at all, but at this moment, burning his divinity, he could barely use it.

Relying on the isolation of an entire world, he avoided being affected by the nuclear radiation in the center of the battlefield.

The flames and shock waves gradually dissipated. Wei Yuan's pupils shrank, and he tightened the longsword in his hand—

Taowu was still alive.

Moreover, He directly merged with the Qi Luck pillar, and the injuries He received were much lower than expected.

As expected of Taowu...

He was really shrewd enough.

But Wei Yuan still saw the weakening of the other party's aura at this moment. This was already what he had expected. He wielded the longsword in his palm. Under everyone's gaze, Wei Yuan once again charged towards Taowu. Taowu slowly exhaled. The part of the robe that covered his head was blown apart, revealing the face of a heroic and imposing woman.

Taowu was not male.

Compared to most of Hundun's negative records, Taowu's record was more inclined to an unyielding and arrogant genius who did not obey discipline - incorrigible, did not know words, arrogant and fierce, disrupting the natural order.

He was sober and vicious, and His judgment and understanding of the timing of heaven and earth surpassed ordinary gods, so He was called Mingde, but Wei Yuan did not understand the matter of disrupting the natural order, and he did not have time to think deeply at this moment. The Iron Eagle Sword in Wei Yuan's palm collided with Taowu's weapon again.

Only embers remained of the flames.

The power of the two gods was exhausted, and the dim gold in his pupils symbolized that he should retreat.

But since things had come to this, how could Wei Yuan give up?

Gritting his teeth, he used the Substitute Close Combat.

But after only a few swords, his internal organs were tumbling, and almost all of them were severely injured.

Wei Yuan gritted his teeth and desperately grasped the weapon.

After several consecutive collisions of swords, Taowu, with the intention of killing, finally could no longer hold the weapon under a sword strike that was mixed with anger and killing intent. His right hand was knocked back, and the Iron Eagle Sword was thrown away. He couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood.

It seemed like there were some tiny sounds in his ears.

Wei Yuan's left hand suddenly grabbed Taowu's wrist.

"Got you."

The mortal grinned.

And on the mountain fifty kilometers away from this place, Kua Lin held the drooping Xing Tian battle-axe with both hands.

Exhaling and speaking out, the battle-axe was slowly lifted.

ps: The second update today... 3,600 words.

Living according to yang time. The second day. I'll prepare a little bit next. I hope to have the first update around 12 o'clock tomorrow.

Power!!!