Chapter 1279 Please, Sir, Teach Me!

The Grand Master of the Turbid World looked at his two opponents, at the Heavenly Emperor drawing his sword, and at Fu Yi holding his spear.

After the initial astonishment and absurdity, he recovered his composure and peace, as if bound by the power of the chessboard, unable to rise. In the next moment, the domineering and unparalleled spearpoint transformed into a brilliant rainbow, stabbing towards the center of the Grand Master of the Turbid World's brow.

The Heavenly Emperor drew his blade.

Stars fell.

The sword in his palm transformed unpredictably, taking on the appearance of other weapons. The Heavenly Emperor was not only proficient in one type of weapon or technique, but had mastered all techniques under the heavens, reaching their pinnacle. His moves were domineering and majestic, bombarding forward, the stars shaking, yin and yang revolving.

That game of chess had also reached its endgame.

The two divine weapons instantly traversed the void, landing directly on the Grand Master of the Turbid World.

The Golden Crow, patrolling the three thousand worlds, suddenly froze, slowly raising his head to see stars suddenly lighting up in the sky. It was still midday, but it was as if they had instantly returned to the darkest night, even darker than night.

Stars fell one by one.

Di Jun, who should have been calmly facing the enemy and joining forces with Fu Yi, was utterly enraged in that instant.

Countless talents in the myriad worlds had comprehended inferior martial arts from the arrangement of the stars, because the positions of the stars were originally the manifestation of Fu Yi's moves. They were not just comprehending, but learning the basics because they glimpsed a corner of Wei Yuan's moves.

The Heavenly Emperor rubbed his brow, he had no way to help with the clash between the Grand Master, Wei Yuan, and Di Jun.

The Heavenly Emperor lowered his eyes and suddenly said:

All things arise from yin and yang.

Whether in the past or the future, there would be no more figure of the Grand Master of the Turbid World.

Its trajectory was even like a sword move, like a spear, an incomparably powerful technique.

Once any one of them was devoured by the other versions of himself, returned to him.

Now it was necessary to rebuild the connection from his own side.

The white-haired Daoist pondered for a moment and continued to ask:

The Grand Master's performance even exceeded the Heavenly Emperor's expectations.

His five fingers slightly clenched, Di Jun's spear was dented, and slowly pulled away.

The blue-robed scholar incarnation spread his hands and said indifferently:

Even though it was their first collaboration in thousands of years.

And in this chaos, stars densely populated the firmament.

Even the Turbid World's foundation from every spacetime was extracted, and then transformed into a punch.

Seven divine swords appeared in the void, arranged in seven directions, their blades pressed against his neck.

All beings in the ten directions could see the stars falling like rain from the sky.

...........

The blue-robed scholar shook his head and sneered:

And such terrifying moves were only part of this combined attack, countless superimposed attacks of world-destroying level, infinitely superimposed on one point. Its power was infinitely close to the state of chaos before creation, from which all things were born.

It was Fu Yi's Fuzhe.

The seven merged into one.

The Heavenly Emperor stood up, turned around, and walked step by step to the blue-robed scholar. ... The voice of the Grand Master of the Turbid World.

Vertical pupils suddenly constricted, and a roar echoed from within, faintly containing the roar of some primordial spirit.

You, only you.

Magnificent and vast.

Simultaneously slashed out.

This caused faint ripples and complexity in the Heavenly Emperor's heart.

The entire Turbid World, the vast foundation opposing the world of pure Qi, was arbitrarily extracted by him.

Using yin and yang, to break open all things.

The white-haired Daoist took half a step forward, still cupping his hands, still with a calm expression, his voice steady.

That was something that would drive all living beings mad upon hearing it.

The initial sound.

Di Jun's spear vibrated violently at a terrifying frequency, but he could barely break free at this moment.

The blue-robed scholar suddenly heard the clang of swords! On the contrary, the connection with this world became smaller and smaller, suppressing countless times and worlds.... Wei Yuanjun raised his head, his pupils slightly contracted. This was a scene that had also appeared in his memory, causing him to murmur in disbelief:

His voice was violent:

But it was also a path forever destined to be unable to transcend.

The Grand Master of the Turbid World withdrew his left hand, looked at the hideous wound on his fist, and in the next second, the wound had completely healed, and then said without any emotion:

Yu Hui knew that Yu Hui had not yet reached that step.

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This punch could almost be considered the convergence of that concept.

He suddenly didn't know anymore.

He reached out, placed his right hand over his left hand, and bowed slightly.

There was also the rotation and transformation of yin and yang, converging into a boundless seal, resembling an upside-down bronze bell between heaven and earth. Below were mysterious patterns, representing the inscriptions of the Great Dao of the myriad worlds manifested by yin and yang. Dao gave birth to one, and one gave birth to two.

That was almost the chaotic state before the creation of all things.

Once he died, it meant that there would be no trace of himself in the years to come.

Crossing a thousand years of time, he did indeed take action, but the sword moves would suffer a loss of power when crossing the years. In the end, in that level of battle, it would only be a scratch, or rather, even if he himself went, he might not be able to completely tip the scales.

This was the strongest Daoguo path of staying in the world.

The moves landed.

This was the weakest he had ever been.

The Heavenly Emperor looked at the sea of clouds, his back to that side, and said:

Just the aftermath.

Over time, karma would only become heavier and heavier, and the connection with every era and every world would become heavier and heavier.

The blue-robed scholar instantly understood the white-haired Daoist's thoughts.

From every drop of water in the river of time, he would be killed and erased!

The sea of clouds churned, displaying everything that would happen in the distant future in front of Yu Hui, including Di Jun being found by Nuwa, Di Jun violently beating the Turbid World's War God with his fists, and finally, Di Jun descending from the sky and joining forces with Fu Yi to clash with the Grand Master, scene by scene.

Suddenly, a sharp aura seemed to emanate from the void.

This was the strongest he had ever been, all the past was illusory, and all the future was just a dream.

The Heavenly Emperor lowered his eyes.

This was the reverse path.

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