Three heads and six arms, Chi You, wielding demon weapons, roared with his head held high, his terrifying power shaking the heavens.

The resurrected Kua Fu controlled Chi You's wrists with both hands. Even if he had once been the master of all martial arts, he was now just a remnant, having lost control over his weapons. Relying solely on instinct, how could he possibly be a match for Kua Fu, another ancient hero?

With both hands gripping the wrists, Kua Fu successfully dragged Chi You into ground combat, away from the crowd.

Accompanied by the flow of qi, the earth veins shifted and transformed into an enormous golden Qimen Dunjia formation (Mysterious Doors and Astonishing Steps), slowly rotating with the youth at its center, successfully separating the battlefield of Chi You and Kua Fu from the Qingqiu Fox Country.

"Everyone, listen to Liang's arrangements."

A gentle voice echoed, and the Qingqiu Fox Country gradually stabilized.

The white-haired Nu Jiao, holding the Shennong Whip, shattered the rift between the Qingqiu world and the human world, and headed to the battlefield.

Behind her, the young strategist gently waved his feather fan, his eyes fixed on the front.

Beneath the Qingqiu Country, Qi, who had isolated himself from all directions, suddenly raised his head, sensing the extremely dense Qimen Dunjia technique. In that instant, clear information was conveyed. As the legendary creator of the Wuhou Qimen lineage (Marquis Wu's Mysterious Doors), the patriarch of the Thirty-Six Heavenly Spirits Qimen Dunjia of the human race,

if anyone in the world could be connected to Qi in terms of Qimen Dunjia,

it would only be him.

The Great Dao is fifty, and one escapes.

A chance of survival!

Qi's pupils constricted.

The chains binding him trembled violently.

"Good, the crucial step has been completed..."

"Chi You has been controlled."

"If the Shennong Whip goes to the battlefield, it can at least minimize the losses."

"In that case, A-Yuan's battlefield has already begun."

The young strategist looked ahead, his voice gentle, resonating in his heart: "Then."

"Our battlefield is about to begin too."

The young man's eyes narrowed slightly.

His voice was clear and gentle:

"Zhu Jiuyin."

As if stirred by the wind, the young man lowered his eyes, his robes fluttering slightly. Behind him, a gray-robed celestial being stood with his hands clasped behind his back, his eyes ancient, looking in another direction. Standing back-to-back at the highest point, in the distant Qingqiu wilderness, the fists of ancient heroes collided, and qi intertwined, like the roars and howls of thousands of troops, the clang of swords and blades stirring up violent storms.

With a rustling sound, the sleeves of gray robes and white clothes brushed past each other in an instant.

The young man concealed his face with a feather fan, and the celestial being slightly gathered his sleeves.

Gentle and ancient gazes fell upon the entire battlefield, and even more distant regions.

Ancient heroes wielded their fists, and the weapon master of distant ages wielded demon weapons, rampaging.

The sky was shattered, and even the earth was torn apart.

Everything seemed to lose its brilliance, its emotions, its value, turning into rushing lines. The lines converged, and figures and heroes who should have radiated brilliance ran across the mountains and land, turning into chess pieces in their eyes, chess pieces falling on a chessboard based on the Three Realms and the passage of time.

With hands slightly clasped, trajectories of chess pieces appeared before their eyes.

The human race, the gods, and even the descendants of Fuxi.

The human strategist faced an opponent no less formidable than the Water God Gonggong.

"Reverse this dead end..."

………………………

The mere tearing of water currents caused flesh and blood to collapse, and the mere howling of the wind was enough to annihilate souls. Gonggong used his own strength to interpret why the top ten were the top, and what true power was.

Wei Yuan was almost just relying on his willpower to fight desperately.

With another punch slamming down, Wei Yuan grunted, his body flying backward, the water behind him being directly shattered into powder. He had truly been smashed into powder. Confronting Gonggong head-on, although Wei Yuan's strength was already considered good, it was completely unmatched by an opponent of this level, one of the top ten of the God Era.

He was now in an extremely miserable state.

But Gonggong remained calm, the indifference in his attitude bringing unparalleled pressure. With his left hand behind his back, his right hand slowly reached towards Wei Yuan, "Weak, uninteresting, what's the point of such persistence?"

"Miserable and humiliating."

As if the space between heaven and earth was frozen, Wei Yuan's body stagnated for a moment, unable to move. Then, in the next moment, he realized that there was water in his body, so, as long as Gonggong was willing, controlling his body would be easy.

Thunder and fire surged within his body, forcibly resisting the Water God's control over the blood in his body.

But this process was equally difficult and slow, leaving him in despair.

Wei Yuan could only watch helplessly as that palm pressed towards him.

"It's over."

Gonggong's five fingers clasped Wei Yuan's face, lifting him directly. As boundless qi circulated, Wei Yuan immediately entered a state of suffocation. His condition was no longer limited to oxygen, but the suffocation given by the Water God was directly separating his very existence from the world.

Separating divinity, vitality, essence, qi, and spirit.

For cultivators, it was like forcibly extracting cultivation, like a person suffocating.

Veins popped on Wei Yuan's neck, his face flushed red, struggling violently. But in terms of pure strength, the Water God Gonggong was definitely above him. No matter how Wei Yuan struggled, Gonggong's expression did not change at all, only steadily and evenly increasing the force.

Wei Yuan gripped Gonggong's hand tightly, completely unable to shake it.

The vision before his eyes gradually blurred, and darkness began to encroach.

You f***ing...

Wei Yuan grabbed Gonggong's palm, and with a final burst of ferocity, he suddenly opened his mouth and bit down hard on his palm. At the point of death, he used almost all his strength, seemingly intending to bite off the Water God's hand.

"You!!!"

Gonggong had not anticipated this at all, and intense pain emerged.

He abruptly flung his hand, grabbed Wei Yuan's neck, and slammed him hard on the ground.

Golden divine blood flowed out.

The Water God's expression was uncertain. Wei Yuan covered his chest and got up, a trace of divine blood still on the corner of his mouth. He coughed violently, his chest heaving like bellows. After the fierce battle, it was this move that had caused some damage to Gonggong.

This was also why He had lowered his guard.

Gonggong clenched his fist, the deep tooth marks on his palm slowly disappearing. Wei Yuan stood up, spat a mouthful of blood to the side, and gathered thunder and fire to form a weapon. Time flowed in his heart. Now he could confirm that there were less than ten minutes left until the time agreed upon with Bai Ze.

In these ten minutes, he would do everything possible to stop Gonggong's footsteps.

Above the ocean, the magnificent and terrifying sea storms could be seen constantly attacking outward, surging and roaring. This may not have been Gonggong's intention, but when He began to fight and run, the waters of the Four Seas would spontaneously respond.

Most of the Sakura Island area had been submerged, only the part designated as Yingzhou was being supported by demons. There were about two hundred countries and regions in the human world, and one hundred and eighty of them were coastal countries. At this moment, the Four Seas were in turmoil, and the divine nature of the human world's Sea Gods was unified. All the disaster legends that originally belonged to the many Sea Gods appeared.

The land was trembling, the Four Seas were roaring, and accompanied by the eruption of undersea volcanoes, it could be clearly seen that waves that should only exist in disaster movies roared and crashed down. But in the direction of Shenzhou, these raging waves stopped.

Seven minutes left.

Wei Yuan's sword tore through the ocean and collided with the Water God Gonggong's right hand.

Thunder instantly shattered the surrounding water flow, and then flames evaporated it.

Even in the ocean, Wei Yuan relied on his divine power to forcibly create an area where no water flowed, doing everything possible to weaken the Water God Gonggong's home-field advantage. He clenched his five fingers together, using the Tiangang Divine Power, mastering the Five Thunders!

In the next instant, the thunder technique was shattered, and Gonggong's fist pierced through thunder and flames, his double fists incomparably overbearing, directly smashing towards Wei Yuan. The Buddhist Vajra qi mechanism directly shattered, and then the Taoist Yin-Yang transformation technique also reached the limit of damage it could withstand.

The earth cracked and sword qi crisscrossed.

At this time, Zhang Ruosu had just cut off Hundun's head, Xiaoqing had arrived at one of the four major lakes of the human world, and Nu Jiao had finally entered the human world from the Qingqiu Fox Country. Wei Yuan's thoughts flickered. At this moment, facing the huge pressure from Gonggong in front of him, he vaguely felt an extremely strong impulse.

He only needed to raise his head and roar towards Kunlun to draw out the divinity of Kunlun Mountain in the human world.

Transforming it into a sword that flew into his hand.

In his mind, the sword that the Kai Ming Swordmaster had shown him when he was in the Great Wilderness was clear and vivid, and even every strand of the moves and qi flow was engraved in his mind. As the pinnacle of human swordsmanship in the Three Realms, Wei Yuan, and Ye Ming representing the Great Wilderness, were the only two who could comprehend the Kai Ming sword techniques.

Therefore, this also meant that they could not forget that amazing sword strike once they saw it.

The Kai Ming Swordmaster's smile, when recalled at this moment, carried a kind of inexplicable meaning.

It's a trap!

Wei Yuan gritted his teeth, and restrained the impulse to shout out to Kunlun. This guy, even before he died, wanted to trick people? He suspected that as long as he shouted out to Kunlun, even if he survived this calamity, he would embark on the path of using Kunlun as a sword and forming an alliance with Gonggong.

As for the scene in that destiny where he subdued Lu Wu and Kai Ming.

Undoubtedly, it was also a trap.

Damn old schemer...

Not even a punctuation mark of Kai Ming's words could be believed.

Wei Yuan forcibly restrained the eruption of sword intent, causing him to suffer a blow from Gonggong. It was only because he tempered his body with thunder and fire, had thick skin and flesh, and was sturdy and durable, otherwise, he would have been shattered and sunk into the Pacific Ocean on the spot.

Wei Yuan slowly exhaled a mouthful of turbid air, his arm trembling non-stop.

Five minutes left... Gonggong slowly said, "Why don't you summon that sword..."

Wei Yuan said, "If I shout it out, I'm afraid I've already lost."

Lost to Kai Ming.

The handsome celestial being's expression was indifferent, "Is that so, a boring persistence, but, it's time to end... To be honest, you can withstand more than I expected. Someone is coming to help you, but unfortunately, they still need time to get here."

"In this time, it's enough to end the struggle between you and me."

"That's not necessarily true..."

With five fingers slightly clenched, illusory forms of the Three Teachings appeared behind Wei Yuan. Buddhism had the intention of sacrificing oneself for all living beings, taking joy in nirvana; Taoism was carefree, seeking a glimmer of life, but also unafraid of life and death; Confucianism was upright, sacrificing oneself to achieve virtue, and abandoning life to take righteousness.

The three strands of qi burned, and finally converged into an incomparably fierce qi mechanism.

And the three forms of dharma began to slowly burn.

Wei Yuan exhaled. Even in the depths of this ocean, the scorching qi and blood made the surrounding ocean evaporate into pure white air waves. Taoism, Confucianism, Buddhism, and almost all schools in Shenzhou had similar methods of burning their foundations in exchange for a period of powerful strength.

In his mind, past memories revived.

In the Tang Dynasty, he had burned his spirit and then forcibly killed Yuan Chen with a single sword.

The aftereffect was the loss of memories about the past and damage to his spirit.

Holding the sword, stepping forward, a single sword without regret, the bamboo of Nanshan.

An all-out sword strike erupted, and the fierce momentum tore open the ocean. This time, the momentum far exceeded the past, and Gonggong's pupils constricted. With a flick of his right hand, a long spear appeared. As the Water God who had always fought with his bare hands since his appearance, he instinctively grasped the weapon, and then fiercely counterattacked forward.

The waters of the Four Seas surged and flowed, as if all the waters under heaven were gathered here.

This spear was enough to tear the earth and shatter the pillars of heaven!

Human will, divine pride.

Neither side hesitated, and they fought with everything they had. This sword light was clearly incomparably thick, but it did not have the slightest bit of baleful qi. The upright and righteous sword qi soared into the sky, sweeping horizontally. The huge waves that were originally surging towards the edge of Shenzhou suddenly stagnated, then shattered, and slowly crashed down.

Wu Zhiqi, sitting on Mount Tai, saw the surging waves disappear, slowly got up, and held the long staff transformed from water veins in his hand.

Wei Yuan was panting rapidly, and the sword in his hand had cracks for perhaps the umpteenth time.

Forcibly blocking.

Fulfilling his promise, he would never allow the Water God's ferocity to step into Shenzhou while he was here.

He had to hold on for another three minutes.

Three minutes...

The Water God Gonggong flicked his spear, deflecting the long sword that Wei Yuan had lost strength in, and without hesitation tore towards Wei Yuan's throat.

Wei Yuan used his sword in his backhand to block the spear, stepping back step by step, desperately resisting the spear.

Because of burning his spirit, everything went black before his eyes.

His movements were ultimately slow.

He wondered if he could still be reincarnated after dying at the hands of Gonggong.

He should have gotten a marriage certificate with Jue beforehand...

His thoughts were gradually slowing down. At this moment, a broad sword suddenly slashed out, directly striking the spear, heavily landing on the ground. The sudden burst of qi finally blocked this spear. The qi waves erupted, and the water flowed turbulently. Wei Yuan was stunned, and subconsciously looked at the sword stuck upside down in front of him.

The sword was wide and thick, with golden qi flowing on it, majestic and overbearing.

The Might of the Way - Tai'a!

"Am I late?"

ps: Today's first update...