Chapter 1 Wudang Mountain

Dang, dang, dang--!

On Wudang Mountain, within the Golden Summit, the Zhenwu Sword hanging in front of the Patriarch Hall once again spontaneously resonated. The pure sound of the sword transformed into a turbulent storm, crashing against the bronze cauldron before the Golden Summit. The resulting sound was deafening, like a tolling bell, shaking the very soul.

Many of the Wudang Mountain Daoists stood before the Zhenwu Sword, gazing at the ancestral sword that continued to resonate even within its scabbard, their expressions growing increasingly reverent.

This sword had been resonating for a full seven days.

Speaking of this Zhenwu Sword, it hadn't always been kept here. It had disappeared along with the Zhenwu Zhang Zhenren, remaining lost for centuries. It was only a few hundred years ago, when the then-Wudang headmaster was perusing Daoist scriptures in this Golden Summit, that a great storm arose. The Jiajing Emperor's delegation of rewards had not yet traveled far when, that night, thunder continuously struck the Golden Summit of Wudang Mountain.

And within the wind, rain, and thunder, a golden dragon came winding from the west.

Tearing through layers of thunder and rain, it arrived with overwhelming momentum. The next day, the Zhenwu Sword was already lying sheathed in the Patriarch Hall, a trace of golden blood still flowing down its blade. Originally, the Jiajing Emperor intended to pressure Wudang, but that day, the emissary witnessed the Zhenwu Sword arriving like a soaring dragon, and, filled with fear, he retreated.

However, since that day, the Zhenwu Sword had never displayed the slightest bit of its edge.

No one could even draw the sword from its scabbard, as if the strange events of that day were merely the embellishments of the elders, using legends to highlight the mystique of the Patriarch's Zhenwu Sword.

But now, the sword was once again resonating, day after day.

"This poor Daoist is Zhang Zhenren."

The aged Daoist made a sword gesture with his fingers.

"Yuanshi, Tianzun?!"

Jue saw the message left by Wei Yuan below, turned to look at the old man, and respectfully returned the greeting, saying:

At this moment, in the battlefield below, the Heavenly Emperor had appeared, mutually restraining the turbid qi of the Turbid World Small Lord. Beneath the firmament, an unparalleled pressure created an illusion that time and years had solidified. Bai Ze was already trembling, yet under this immense pressure, he couldn't even move.

"This poor Daoist has come to deliver a letter."

In an instant, he transformed into sword light, tearing through the sea of clouds and disappearing like a shooting star.

The millennium appointment had finally begun.

How strange...

Of course, those who tried to draw the sword were not forced back by the overflowing sword qi and sword intent, getting cut and wounded all over their bodies, dripping with blood. But at this moment, the Wudang Mountain headmaster suddenly felt an unbearable pain in his forehead as he looked at the sword.

In such a solidified, silent pressure, suddenly a clear and melodious sword cry rose.

"You two are early."

Immediately, he recalled the origin of that passage of scripture, and his expression changed drastically.

Aura erupted like a god or demon.

"Many thanks."

The being surrounded by extremely weak aura was not Patriarch Zhang.

Zhao Tongxuan's extortion of Wudang Mountain was in Chapter 147.

Zhang Sanfeng's expression suddenly changed: "Zhenwu Great Emperor?!"

Rumble!!!

The force was so great that it shook the earth and mountains, but the entrance remained stubbornly sealed.

At this moment, outside the original Tushan, a considerable number of the Tushan fox clan had gathered, as well as disciples of the Daoist sect, the Heavenly Demon clan, and even a few Kunlun Mountain gods who had drunk too much and arrived late, all blocked outside Tushan.

"It was brought back by the Taiping Dao's Wei Yuan Daoist not long ago."

The old man smiled and said, "Perhaps, after a thousand years."

And the old turtle wearily closed its eyes again, and the white snake, which had almost transformed into a dragon, slowly sank down. They murmured, "We reverently invoke the Great Sage of Xuantian, the spirit of the North Ren Gui, the Golden阙True Venerable incarnation, the Supreme General named Zhenwu."

Zhang Zhenren breathed a sigh of relief, but his obsession had not yet ended.

The Sealed Sword

struggled on its own, flying out of its scabbard, the sword light flashing incessantly.

The turtle and snake simultaneously spewed out black and white qi, directly onto the Zhang Ruosu.

And as he took out the letter, he could easily see a line of writing on it.

Zheng!!!

But, how was that possible?

Even now, when they left the vicinity of the sword, they would forget that sense of incongruity.

That Zhang Ruosu briefly possessed the qi of yin and yang.

In an instant, Wudang Mountain was enveloped in a giant turtle and snake.

In the gazes of many, an old Daoist, aged to the extreme, walked in step by step.

"This, it's so sturdy, something strange must have happened inside."

He swallowed the turtle and snake's millennium of yin and yang qi and lifted his head.

"This poor Daoist will give it a try..."

A wave of qi exploded, layer upon layer of ripples.

Subconsciously recalling what Lin Shouyi said when he recovered.

It was as if the connection between that tall woman who had once ascended True Martial Mountain, who came from the Seven Seas of the Age of Gods, and displayed an extremely weak aura, and the concept of Zhang Zhenren, the Patriarch, had been severed by this long-sealed sword.

Suddenly he slashed down!

Annihilation!

The demon god weapon had already fallen. Zhang Ruosu was originally no match for the Dao fruit, especially in its current state of fading vitality after his obsession had faded. But as he watched the sword fall, he felt a mix of sorrow and joy. If he had any regrets, it was that he had not seen his teacher one last time...

"Delivering a letter?"

Could it be that...

His face turned pale, and he staggered back a few steps, muttering:

And in the cliff, the clouds dissipated, and the surface of the great river that roared and flowed through the seventeen peaks of Wudang Mountain suddenly spread out to the left and right. The rushing water cascaded down like a waterfall, sliding off the scales, each hundreds of meters wide. A pure white dragon slowly raised its head, its golden vertical pupils calm.

As if meeting an old friend. Time seemed to slow down.

He also didn't know why, but suddenly he remembered when he was young, his master telling him about the golden blood that dripped from the blade when Zhang Ruosu returned on his own, which even the torrential rain couldn't wash away.

"No one can enter."

A palm stretched out from the side.

《Yuanshi Tianzun Says the Wonderful Scripture of the Northern Zhenwu》! Even the Taishan Mountain God had been defeated.

Then, violently, he soared into the sky.

With a sweep of his sleeves.

The voice was clear and resounded in the ears of everyone present.

"At that time, the old Zhao Tongxuan... the old Heavenly Master, extorted a lot from me, wanting to take away several of my Wudang's dual cultivation of Dan and martial arts secret manuals?"

A group of disciples rushed out, then gaped, seeing the mountain rock facing the cliff suddenly rumble and shake. The soil slope below, along with the welcoming pine, slid down, and a pair of eyes as large as the gates of a great hall opened on the old pine tree.

Many Daoists, Mountain Gods, retreated!

Boom!!!

"I have received the letter."

Even so, why did this sword suddenly show abnormalities?

................

"Hmm?"

It had to be erased!

A ripple appeared in Zhushi Yin's eyes, and in the silence, the letter suddenly flew away.

"By master's order, I come to deliver this letter." The letter was already yellowed, but at this moment, the words on it seemed to glow slightly.

Even to the point of almost jumping for joy.

"It is not the Patriarch, not the Zhenwu Great Emperor, it is...

Slammed into Zhang Zhenren's sight, and then again, two fingers clamped the sword.

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Zhang Ruosu suddenly confirmed the target, confirmed the causal connection.

The old turtle breathed out clouds and rainbows.

With a sweep of his sleeves, the letter had already fallen into Jue's hands.

Zhang Sanfeng almost stood unsteadily, his mind shaken, his lips trembling, and he stammered, "Turtle and Snake Two Generals... Is, is it the Patriarch?"

His dying aura and intent could no longer be suppressed, and the Turbid World Fire God Huozhuo suddenly erupted. He had already taken advantage of his previous exchanges with Yu the Great, Zhao Tongxuan to get close, and then, wielding a divine weapon, he slashed straight at Zhang Zhenren's head, his expression hesitant and furious.

The Wudang Mountain headmaster Zhang Sanfeng held his forehead, feeling as if fragments of images could appear before his eyes. He vaguely saw Zhao Tongxuan chatting idly in front of him, and later, a tall white-haired woman walked up Wudang Mountain, displaying an extremely weak aura, calling herself Zhang Zhenren of Wudang Mountain...

Boom!!!!

The white-haired Daoist unknowingly appeared beside him, clasping the power of the Turbid World Fire God wielding the Black Tortoise Turbid World Flag divine weapon between his fingers. A strand of white hair at his temples fluttered slightly, and his right hand pressed on Zhang Zhenren's shoulder. A vast and boundless aura instantly reshaped his body, making up for his deficiencies.

But when standing here, it seemed as if endless power was emerging. He lowered his eyes, calmly cupped his hands, facing such powerful figures as the Pure World Heavenly Emperor and the Turbid World Small Lord, as well as the obvious scene of killing and fighting before him, yet he didn't show the slightest bit of emotion. He cupped his hands and said softly:

Taishan was about to ask, since he was already so old, wouldn't his teacher have already turned into a pile of bones? Suddenly, a sharp and unparalleled aura came, and in an instant, a sword swept across the sky from Wudang Mountain and crashed down here!

"This poor Daoist, am I late?"

There was a deviation in his memories --

"Thank you..."

Striving to make Wudang Mountain shake violently.

"Hateful, I only know that something happened inside, but we can't get out now."

Slightly sweeping over and sighing, his expression remained unchanged.

Earlier, Zhushi Yin had also spoken to Lu Wu, asking Lu Wu and Qi to join forces to seal this place, so as to prevent the aftereffects of the battle from affecting the outside, causing the rest of the people around this world to inadvertently enter. The Taishan Mountain God displayed his divine powers, using the power of moving mountains and filling seas, constantly bombarding the seal.

Naturally, even the quick-acting heart-saving pills were "friendly sponsored" by that old Daoist, Zhao Tongxuan.

The old Daoist lowered his eyes and smiled, making a Daoist salute: "My teacher's instructions must be delivered." The letter had already yellowed, but at this moment, the words on it seemed to light up slightly.

Even those who were immortal couldn't help but look at him with respect, allowing a member of the human race to abide by a thousand years of persistence and oath. In any case, it was worthy of admiration, worthy of contempt.

"You are?"

Taishan sized up the old Daoist from top to bottom, only feeling that he only needed to blow a breath, and the old Daoist would fall down. He shook his head and said, "He's already old like this, and he's sending a letter from thousands of miles away. Originally, he should have been sent in, but unfortunately, this door is blocked."

They all looked at the sword.

That must be the Zhenwu Sword Patriarch, there was no mistake. That kind of decaying and unparalleled aura, placed in the present, was also the strongest of the legendary Dao fruit realm, above the many Daoist Patriarchs and Heavenly Emperors. Such a strong man... But for some reason, at this moment, Zhang Sanfeng faintly felt some abnormality in his mind --

The old man whispered, originally when he unleashed this sword, he should have died as well.

The severed blade transformed into a cold light, directly cutting the Turbid World Small Lord's wine glass into pieces, and pressing it on the Turbid World Fire God's head, burying him into the ground, leaving only a head outside. The Daoist raised his eyes, with his left hand behind his back, looking at the Heavenly Emperor, looking at the Turbid World Small Lord, smiling calmly:

Everyone was stunned, Zhushi Yin looked up and saw that the Tushan tribe, which should have been sealed, had actually opened a crack. A long sword, black all over, but with a yin-yang fish biting each other under the hilt

The long sword transformed into light and entered, plunging fiercely into the ground, resonating endlessly.

falling behind me.

"What's going on... why in my impression, has the Zhenwu Sword already returned?"

Then, seeming extremely tired, he stared at the sword with a nostalgic gaze, staring at something even more distant. But this body was already extremely old. They were originally just ordinary turtles and snakes in the mountains, and lasting for a thousand years was already an extremely rare opportunity. Hearing Zhang Sanfeng's question, he said:

Zhang Sanfeng's expression froze slightly.

You paused and said, "When did he give you the letter?"

Could it be that at that time, the relationship between the tall youth and Zhenwu was severed?

Only when listening to Zhang Ruosu's sword cry could they recall those things.

The old Daoist was already extremely old, but he slightly cupped his hands in salute, then took out the letter again, and said softly: "Teacher... disciple has come to deliver the letter." The letter was already yellowed, but at this moment, the words on it seemed to glow slightly.

Even to the point of almost jumping for joy.

"It's not the Patriarch, it's not the Zhenwu Great Emperor, it's...

Collided into Zhang Zhenren's line of sight, and then, two fingers clamped the sword.