Zhuoshi—

Rampant auras burst forth unrestrained.

Then, they surged towards the very core of Kunlun Ruins.

Kunlun Ruins was the sacred ground of Zhuoshi. Its special nature was no less than that of Kunlun in Qingshi. It was the so-called uniqueness among all realms. Before Kaiming, ten Celestial Gates suppressed the *ze* (rules) and concepts of the Great Path, preventing events within Kunlun Ruins from being perceived within the vast scope of heaven, earth, life, death, the four directions, the future, and the past.

However, Kaiming, in a final attempt to stop Wei Yuan, retracted all ten Celestial Gates in one go.

One Celestial Gate was even directly shattered.

Thus, the suppressed aura of confrontation, after being suppressed for so long, erupted violently with an unmatched momentum, sweeping across all directions, attracting Zhuoshi powerhouses and gods and demons. The first batch to arrive was closest to Kunlun Ruins, followed by those further away.

Most Zhuoshi demons and gods were arrogant and self-centered, willing to sacrifice everything for their path, using any means necessary.

They were self-willed, valuing personal dignity above all else.

Such a situation, being attacked at their doorstep, was not just a disgrace, but a complete and utter humiliation!

"You go to the east, and you go to the west."

"And you, set up the Dutian Divine Demon Soul-Shattering Array!"

"Causality, heavenly secrets, and soul-searching arrays, raise them all! We must trap this person, and be careful to prevent him from escaping!" The gods and demons exchanged words in anger, their hearts filled with surging battle intent and killing aura. Their only concern was that their arrival was too late, fearing that the person had already escaped.

Therefore, they had prepared well in advance.

From afar, one could see the vast and chaotic world, with countless gods and demons either standing tall with their heads touching the sky and their feet on the earth, or wearing gorgeous and dangerous attire, their weapons emitting an aura of death and despair, filling every corner of the world. Their auras were connected, exuding a solemn and tragic atmosphere. They held their weapons diagonally, stepping forward with solemn expressions, like a net from the heavens.

They were determined to seal off any possible escape routes!

Vowing to force the arrogant madman who dared to be presumptuous here to reveal himself!

But just as they were racking their brains to find the hidden enemy, they suddenly felt a sharp aura rushing towards them, their pupils constricting. The originally linked killing intent came to an abrupt halt, and each aura instantly tensed. Their gazes fell, their hands gripped their weapons, and their auras surged!

Because from within Kunlun Ruins, a white-haired, aged human held a sword in his right hand and slowly stepped out.

Alone, with a single sword, he strode across the vast sea.

Walking was the sword.

Resting was also the sword.

"This is..."

"Sword Qi!"

The leading Zhuoshi god and demon's pupils shrank, followed by a sense of disbelief, an absurd feeling that made them want to laugh. "So it's just you alone? Hahahaha, just you."

"How dare you come out?!"

"How could you come out?!"

"You dare to come out and face our encirclement?!"

On one side were countless gods and demons, as well as endless powerhouses under the influence of Zhuoshi, arriving like rain. On the other side was just a mortal outside Kunlun Ruins. The difference in numbers and momentum was like heaven and earth, forming an extremely tragic contrast. The gods and demons came from beyond the heavens, like scattered stars, like dark clouds pressing down on the city. And the white-haired man was like withered grass swaying in the fierce wind.

No wonder the god and demon couldn't help but laugh.

This was a scene that anyone would scoff at from their own perspective.

So the white-haired swordsman also began to laugh.

Finally, Wei Yuan held the sword in his right hand, the blade trembling slightly, his white hair fluttering, and he sighed, "You're mistaken."

His sleeves fluttered.

Sword Qi and sword intent scattered like rain.

"It is you who are surrounded by me."

"How dare you come before me!"

In an instant, with no retreat, boundless sword intent and sword Qi soared into the sky, and then at the same time, locked onto all the enemies in front. All the enemies were enveloped in the purest sword realm, and then the next moment, brilliant, pure, and unparalleled sword light erupted, illuminating Zhuoshi.

Kaiming Beast relied on his ability to see in all directions and abandoned Xing Tian's head, fleeing back in a disheveled state.

He did not return to Kunlun Mountain. He was certain that Lu Wu must be on guard and searching for him, preparing to question him. Lu Wu was rigid and overly concerned with rules and order. If he tangled with her for too long, she would definitely notice something, and then she would inevitably confront him regardless of the consequences.

Fortunately, she had been severely injured before and was still asleep. He just needed to hold on for a while longer. When Lu Wu slept, her injuries would cause her to experience partial memory loss and forgetting during her awakening, and then it would be safe.

Kaiming wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and suddenly lowered his head, covering his forehead, his face contorted. In one eye, a purple light shone with filth.

The other eye shone with clear and peaceful purple light.

"You!"

"Kaiming!"

Kaiming's mouth emitted a low, hissing roar, while another figure seemed to shrug, righteously saying, "How can you blame me?!"

"If I get rid of the boss, then I'm the boss."

"You!"

Purple veins bulged in Kaiming's pupils, and he sneered, "I knew it wasn't so easy to suppress you. Kaiming, foolish and presumptuous, the world says you are not as strong as the Western Emperor of Kunlun, nor as steady as Lu Wu of the mountains and seas, but who would have thought that you would have such lofty ambitions, with such a large anchor, even daring to venture into Zhuoshi."

"Ultimately, you plan to traverse both Qingshi and Zhuoshi, to reach the realm of oneness."

"Heh, hahaha, if you hadn't seen through the Great Venerable back then and stumbled upon that major event, perhaps you would have really succeeded. Who would have thought that you, who are the most detached from the world, are also the most far-sighted and the most ambitious!"

Kaiming clutched his forehead and laughed loudly.

Then there was a helpless voice, "You're wrong about that. There's no great reason."

"It's just that you saw a door ahead."

"And of course you want to open the door and see what's inside, right?"

Kaiming's thoughts froze, his eyes widening as if he couldn't imagine or accept that he had suffered such a great loss because of such a mindless idiot. He gritted his teeth, but in his soul, the real Kaiming seemed to be constantly trying to seize control of the body. Kaiming's divine thought moved, as if he suddenly realized something was wrong in this desperate situation! Most of Kaiming had been suppressed. At this moment, the consciousness of the real Kaiming of Kunlun Mountain was suppressed at the bottom of his soul.

Only because Kaiming's true form was nine heads and one body, the resonance of the nine heads allowed Kaiming to occasionally break free.

That was why even after being tainted by filth, Kaiming still had some power to fight back. So that meant that only by removing Kaiming's nine-headed characteristic could he completely eliminate this worry. With a splitting headache, Kaiming could no longer endure the experience of being tripped up by Kaiming in the dark. He raised his head and roared, then reached out and grasped his sword, slashing fiercely across the void. Only blood was seen in the void, but it seemed like an illusion.

The nine-headed fierce tiger heavenly god's appearance behind him split apart in an instant.

Within Kunlun Ruins, the reversal of Qingshi and Zhuoshi caused a certain degree of deviation in the flow of time.

That domineering sword light was still tearing through Kunlun Ruins.

Holding the sword, stepping forward, turning, striking.

In Zhuoshi, the gods and demons fought selflessly.

A long whistle echoes in the pine breeze, the sword exhausts the sparse Milky Way.

I am drunk, and you are happy,

Together, we forget worldly cares.

Wei Yuan realized that he was starting to forget...

Was it the effect of the blood of Nuwa wearing off, or was it because Wei Yuan had unleashed that unique sword that abandoned the Dao fruit; as part of what was abandoned, even his own memories were beginning to fall into chaos in a short period of time, entering a realm of only self and sword, no self and no sword.

Had he, as Chen Yuan's reincarnation, already died? Was it actually Wei Yuan himself, whose soul had briefly lost its memories, who returned to the mortal world in the later memories?

Was it Zhuang Zhou who dreamed of becoming a butterfly, or was it the butterfly who dreamed of becoming Zhuang Zhou?

He could no longer tell.

Forgetting, Wei Yuan's true spirit began to fall into a state of slumber. The last glow of the blood of Nuwa permeated deep within his soul, and the memories of the true spirit began to fade away little by little, or rather, it was the ultimate yin and yang cycle of the Daoist sect.

And his swordsmanship became more and more pure and sharp.

At this time, he heard a low roar from over there: "Stop him! Stop him, the Great Venerable is ahead! Absolutely not..."

Great Venerable?

The Taoist's eyes narrowed slightly.

The next moment, the god and demon who had roared nervously felt a stinging pain between his eyebrows. A sharp Qingfeng sword had already pierced his chest, the sword Qi shattering his heart, soul, and blood vessels. The god and demon looked at the swordsman in front of him, his eyes deep and his white hair fluttering, and he suddenly reached out and grabbed his body, holding him tightly, resentfully and angrily saying, "Presumptuous, arrogant! Seeking death!"

"For hundreds of thousands of years, only Huntian, the Heavenly Emperor, and Fuxi have come here, and they all paid the price. The rest are all dead! Their souls scattered!"

"You will be the next..."

"Yuan."

The white-haired swordsman replied.

"What?!" The god and demon was stunned. The next moment, the pure sword Qi that had lost its sharp dominance dissipated, completely annihilating him. Before his soul scattered, he heard the sharp and clear sound of the sword, and then he heard the swordsman's voice:

"This is the fourth name."