Chapter 591 The Turbid World Great Lord's Predicament

The times are changing after all, especially in this modern world where both transcendent methods and technology coexist. Such an era truly fulfills the saying, "New talents emerge from each generation, each leading the way for hundreds of years." The name Wei Yuan was a legend known only to those who were older and more experienced seven years ago.

Modern young people are now thinking about the outstanding disciples of various schools who have emerged in recent years.

For example, Zhang Yu'er, the Bei Di Fengdu Emissary of the Weiming Sect, who already has the reputation of a fairy.

For example, the relationship between Feng Siyu, the young saintess of the Jing Sect originating from the Great Tang Dynasty, and the little grand uncle of Longhu Mountain.

At the very least, there's the World's First Martial Arts Tournament for cultivators under the age of twenty every year. In short, one after another, names rise like the morning sun, only to quickly fall. Stars and phenomena change constantly, and how many people still remember this name? Only the young disciples of various schools who followed their predecessors saw the usually steady and mature elders change their expressions drastically.

Then, one by one, they searched their minds for fragments buried in the past.

Finally, they found this name from the legends that have been constantly emerging since the popularization of transcendence.

Their expressions slowly solidified.

A passing man in his thirties in the crowd suddenly became excited, looking at the white-haired Taoist, opening his mouth, but not knowing what to say. Wei Yuan seemed to sense something, turned his head and glanced at him. It was Zhang Hao, the Taoist who used to come to the Zhenyao Museum often, but later could not cultivate due to the tribulation, dispersed his cultivation, and was no longer as young as he once was.

Wei Yuan nodded, nodding to his old friend.

In the next moment, he had already transformed into a stream of light, his aura fiercely blasting towards the sky.

Letting out a long roar.

The power of one person directly shook the heavens and the earth.

In his palm, the Xuanhei Zhuoshi Flag and the Yuanshi Zhutian Qingyun were merged into one, transforming into a battle axe. Taking the turbid world as its foundation and the power of pure Qi as its axe blade, it could slash the clear Qi sky above and split the turbid Qi earth veins below, unstoppable. Then, wielding this battle axe with the foundation of the strongest power in the history of heaven and earth, he could be unparalleled.

Almost in an instant, an extremely vast arc of light directly tore through the heavens and the earth!

Amidst the sound of a huge tremor and roar like tens of millions of swords vibrating together, the clouds directly shattered. Ordinary Thunder Department gods and Mountain and Sea gods were directly shaken and repelled by the terrifying power. The Thunder Marsh God, clad in lightning, slowly said, "Originally I was the Lord of the Thunder Department, but now that we are enemies, I will not hold back. Be careful, Heavenly Lord."

Zhang Ruosu had already transformed into a young Taoist, the Jade Emperor.

Dressed in a gray robe, with a wooden hairpin holding up his hair, temples flying diagonally, two swords behind his back, radiant and lively.

Smiling and teasing, he said, "Did Daoist Wei bring medicine?"

His words were teasing, but his actions were also very ruthless.

While speaking, he was already attacking strongly from the left and right. The Thunder of the Great Marsh and the Divine Firmament Thunder of Ziwei roared, tearing golden and purple streamers across the sky, and then smashed down with extreme domineering force, their aura like a rainbow. But in an instant, they were swallowed directly by a chaotic axe light.

As an afterimage summoned by the Heavenly Emperor, Liu Xuande was already dumbfounded.

What's the highlight?

What's going on? I don't know.

In the end, he chose to abandon thinking about these things.

In any case, there's going to be a fight!

Then he laughed loudly: "Hahaha, I never thought that the Taoist priest would be so strong."

"Yan Han, Liu Xuande!"

"Zhang Yide!"

"Guan Yunchang!"

Three streams of military killing intent directly chopped down mercilessly, and then two figures rushed out of the void, both tall and burly, wearing heavy armor, with unprecedented killing intent. Xiang Yu held the Overlord Spear, and Lu Bu held the Fangtian Halberd, laughing loudly, completely abandoning all skills and changes, smashing down with ruthless force as if to cleave everything!

Wei Yuan swept his battle axe across.

Directly catching the moves of the two fierce generals!

Then, from a distant place, two auras directly locked onto Wei Yuan.

The Great Sun Golden Crow and Dayi held their battle bows, shooting together. The streamers tore through the sky, as if cutting the entire sky apart. The First Emperor also gripped the Tai'a Sword in his hand, slowly pulling it out, with admiration in his eyes, saying, "My Great Qin's warriors should naturally be invincible. Bai Qi, go and join the fun."

"Yes!"

Xuanzang's Buddha light and Zhang Jiao's Yellow Heaven Thunder did not appear.

The two who returned to silence, even the Heavenly Emperor did not bring them.

It wasn't that he couldn't, but that he didn't want to.

The two of them had died in their own era, not seeking past lives, nor cultivating future lives. Even though time was long, they only stayed with that era. But this did not mean that he could not bring out their strength. In an instant, the strength of the two great cultivators of Buddhism and Taoism appeared across time.

All the aftermath of the battle was already strong enough to destroy the earth.

But it was protected by layers of power, preventing the aftermath from leaking out.

The people below raised their heads, and those with cultivation couldn't help but rise into the air.

Watching this battle that they had never seen before, and probably would never see again.

They saw Lu Bu and Xiang Yu fighting side by side, the Overlord Spear and the Fangtian Halberd wielding bursts of cold light. The Xuanyuan Sword and the Tai'a Sword attacked at the same time. On the west side was the brilliant and magnificent Buddhist light, and on the right side was the long and mysterious aura of Taoist true cultivators. It was a mutual killing, and in the end, the Fire God Zhurong and the Water God Gonggong also made their moves one after another.

They fought until the universe shook, and the sky was filled with brilliant and magnificent streamers.

The sea surged with layers of waves.

Surging and surging.

The lightning was agitated and then almost forcibly chopped to pieces.

A violent wind rose, sweeping through the streamers.

Like a natural disaster.

But they were all cleaved and torn apart by the white-haired Taoist with the battle axe in his palm.

Almost with an unparalleled aura, he rose step by step, ascending into the sky.

His momentum was like a rainbow.

Fight!

Fight!

Each battle, each all-out cleave with the battle axe, constantly winning, constantly winning, Wei Yuan's momentum was also constantly rising. The collision of auras would also have mutually beneficial effects. This was why sometimes a good opponent would make people ecstatic. If there was no collision and suppression between auras, how could one climb to the peak by relying on oneself alone?

Ascending again and again.

Bombarding again and again, his momentum became more and more majestic. He already possessed the sharpness and edge of pushing through the world with indomitable courage. Even watching made others feel excited and unable to control themselves.

Until a tall old man sat in a bullock cart, his beard and hair white, gazing at the white-haired Taoist whose aura was becoming more and more majestic, and laughed loudly, "A Yuan, how is your reading? Do you know what benevolence is?"

Wei Yuan answered loudly, "Repay kindness with kindness, and repay grievances with justice!"

"Close to benevolence!"

"When it comes to benevolence, don't yield to your teacher!"

One of the standards of benevolence is to repay kindness with kindness and grievances with justice, and to abide by one's own path.

And if you want to practice and pursue benevolence.

Even if the person in front is a teacher, you will not give in!

"Good!"

The old master laughed, and then without taking action, directly made way.

Wei Yuan's aura climbed layer upon layer, finally reaching its peak. The battle axe in his hand suddenly swept across the sky. The sky, which had been suppressed and had countless auras intertwined, was instantly cleared of dust. In an instant, it became clear and bright. The domineering aura made all the gods of the Thunder Department, the mountains and seas, lose their grip on their weapons, and they were repelled and sent flying.

Falling like rain.

And a figure went against the trend, almost forcibly blasting its way into the sky.

The majestic aura accumulated from continuous victories was almost like wolf smoke, but even more majestic, soaring straight into the sky!

Letting out a long roar, his voice soared into the sky: "Di Jun, come and fight!"

A calm voice responded from the sky: "Go to the Great Wilderness."

Although this voice was calm, it seemed to be suppressing flames.

In an instant, the stars and phenomena were like brackets, rotating and changing. The white-haired Taoist, holding the Xuanhei Zhuoshi Flag again in his hand, took a step forward, golden light flowing, changed direction, rode the clouds and mist, and went straight into the Great Wilderness.

The Heavenly Emperor against the Heavenly Lord.

Perhaps it was the strongest battle in the world of pure Qi.

After this scene of gods and heroes falling like rain, and stars and yellow heavens rushing to distant regions, the people on the earth seemed to stagnate and fall silent for a moment, and then broke out into an unprecedented uproar. Anyone with some cultivation was frantically and instinctively rushing forward, wanting to see the strongest battle that they might never have the opportunity to witness again.

Zhang Hao, who had returned to secular life, stood in the crowd, murmuring a Southern Dynasty step void poem:

"Nameless is the beginning of all things, Tao is the origin of hundreds of spirits."

"Silent ride on the red Qi. Xuanming ascends to the Jade Void."

"Nameless is the beginning of all things..."

"The beginning of all things."

This place became empty in the blink of an eye. It was just so noisy that the staff of the amusement park were worried about whether there was any danger, and they locked the gate of the amusement park tightly. But now it was good, because it was locked too tightly, they couldn't get out for a while, and they were jumping with anxiety.

The gods who had been defeated earlier couldn't bother to tidy up their embarrassed dharma bodies and clothes, and ignored their injuries.

One by one, they took steps in an instant, either chasing the clouds or treading the wind, using all their strength, just wanting to see the final battle, wanting to witness the strongest battle in the world, but ordinary cultivators did not have this means, they could only stare blankly at streams of light streaking across the sky, like a magnificent meteor shower that was rare to see in thousands of years.

It was only a few breaths of time.

This magnificent and grand scene, which was just like black clouds pressing down on the city, as if the ancient barbaric war had returned to the earth, had dissipated cleanly.

The coldness was rather unsettling.

Even with such a fast reaction speed and such a desperate attempt to stimulate their own strength despite their injuries and internal damage, they were still worried that they were one step late, worried that they would not see that magnificent and terrifying battle. Ye Ming's speed was the fastest, and he had already crossed the boundless distance in an instant. Even the Golden Crow's Transformation into Rainbow technique was slightly inferior. When he stepped into the Great Wilderness, he had already seen the stars in the sky, shining brightly.

The latter's myriad phenomena of the heavens revolved rapidly with Mount Buzhou as the center.

Magnificent and grand.

Anyone standing in these constantly changing and rotating stars would only feel a tremor of self-insignificance.

Not to mention, because of the particularity of the stars.

Simply this movement and change would bring about a wave of power that was immeasurable and indescribable.

Wuzhiqi's golden pupils contracted, looking at the almost materialized Yuan Qi in the void.

"Yuan Qi Tide..."

"!!!"

The collision of the auras of the two sides had already caused the spiritual energy to gather rapidly, forming a scene that could almost be called a blessed land, with the stars as brackets. In the next moment, Kai Ming saw countless mountains seeming to have a wisp of light flying out, uncontrollably flying away, even he and Lu Wu were no exception.

Kai Ming's scalp tingled.

"The ancestral veins of mountains and rivers that support the sky and the earth!"

Ye Ming looked at the stars in the sky:

"The core of the stars, the myriad phenomena of the heavens."

In the next moment, the stars, which were rotating and changing with terrifying speed and boundless mystery, stirring up terrifying power turbulence, suddenly stopped.

And then directly reversed.

Heaven and earth are the furnace, and creation is the worker.

Yin and Yang are the ashes, and all things are copper!

Like countless heaven and earth millstones, they suddenly enveloped down.

And the power of the mountains and water gods also gathered into one, transforming into a terrifying figure that was more than ten million feet tall, with its head reaching the sky and its feet on the earth, holding a huge battle axe that possessed both the power of pure Qi and the power of the turbid world, roaring and slashing upwards, determined to split the heavens and the earth, and cleave open that huge and vast Zhou Tian Star.

After a long silence, the heavens and the earth seemed to be lifted up.

The stars were reversing their direction away from the earth at a terrifying speed.

And the giant statue that supported the sky and the earth also disintegrated.

The remaining aftermath was like a wave, wave after wave, going away without stopping. Even Wuzhiqi, Zhurong, and Gonggong could no longer step forward. Shi Yi had to stop his steps. He had already vaguely heard the astringent tearing sound in his ears, and even cracks seemed to appear on the skin and muscles under this huge pressure.

Who won in the end, the onlookers could not see at all, or rather, it was difficult to determine the outcome without killing one of them.

But after today, there was finally a clear positioning for that Taoist who had risen suddenly. No one hesitated any longer about what realm he was in among the top ten peaks, who was not good at Dao fruit. When the crowd rushed to the core of the battlefield, they only saw the Heavenly Emperor, Di Jun, with his sleeves drooping slightly and his eyes peaceful, not answering the victory or defeat.

However, Ye Ming, who was very familiar with Him, saw the satisfaction in His eyes.

"After today, there will be no more Jade Void Yuanshi Heavenly Lord."

The Heavenly Emperor's voice made Wuzhiqi's expression change drastically.

Just as he was about to raise his cudgel.

Di Jun's voice fell calmly: "But Fuli Jade Void Yuanshi Heavenly Lord."

………………

Fuli means boundless, and Li means vast.

The two words Fuli are supreme.

And when everyone's expressions changed drastically, shocked by the meaning hidden in this sentence, in the human world's amusement park, it was already empty. Everyone was searching for all kinds of information about that battle with unprecedented enthusiasm and persistence. There were also those with outstanding talent who sensed some great avenues from it, and each made breakthroughs.

The sorrow of missing the great battle, the joy of breaking through and advancing, mixed with sorrow and joy.

The staff of the amusement park yawned, saw that the child on the spinning teacup was gone, was stunned, and then saw a black-haired man holding the child, thanking himself: "Thank you, my daughter had a great time."

"Ah, that's what we should do."

"I wish you and your daughter a happy life."

The staff member answered instinctively, looking at the black-haired man, but for some reason he felt that he could not see his face clearly at all, nor did he think that this matter was anything remarkable. When the man thanked him, took the amusement park's gift, a balloon, he even forgot about this matter directly.

Still regretting that he could not see that earth-shattering battle up close, and did not see those gods up close.

So there was no breakthrough or understanding.

The starlight fell, and the black-haired Taoist's aura became peaceful instead. Holding the sleepy child, he walked on the way home. It was the old street, and the street lights on both sides were already a bit dilapidated. The yellow light was soft, and the weeds on the roadside were growing a bit tall. There were not many people on the road, only the kitten he had seen before meowing at the intersection.

"Um... Papa?"

Wei Yuanjun woke up vaguely.

Seeing Wei Yuan holding her, she leaned over and squinted her eyes to sleep again.

"Where are we..."

"Going home."

"Did you have fun?"

"Um, happy!"

Wei Yuanjun nodded seriously, hugging her father's neck tightly: "It's fun with Papa."

When they returned home, a lamp was lit in the old street's Zhenyao Museum. Wei Yuan pushed open the door, then put the child on her own bed, and said gently: "You played too hard today, so go to sleep well first. In the future, you must wash and brush your teeth before going to bed."

"Also, don't tell your mother."

"Um..."

Wei Yuanjun answered softly.

Wei Yuan tucked in the quilt, and when he got up, the little girl reached out and grabbed his little finger.

Hiding her cheek in the quilt, her eyes were bright and black: "Can we go play next time? Papa?"

Wei Yuan paused and nodded: "Um..."

"Then let's pinky swear!"

The little girl cheered.

"Pinky swear, never change for a hundred years!"

"Good night, Papa."

"Yuanjun will sleep obediently! I'm awake, I'm going to wash up!"

The little girl's eyes were shining. Wei Yuan watched her run to wash up, then changed into pajamas with cat ears, and lay down obediently. Wei Yuan turned off the light and went out. Wei Yuanjun said: "See you tomorrow, Papa!"

Wei Yuan paused and said gently: "Um."

"See you tomorrow."

"See you tomorrow, Papa."

"See you tomorrow."

The Taoist closed the door and lowered his eyes slightly.

Shaking his hand, he put the Xuanhei Zhuoshi Flag aside. He couldn't use this thing when fighting the Great Lord. This was a lesson he had learned before.

Then he picked up the Qingping Sword. The Taoist held the scabbard in one hand and suddenly drew the sword with the other.

Cold light shot out in all directions. He seemed to hear the sword cry that had crossed five thousand years, still refusing to stop and could not stop!

He slammed the sword back into its scabbard.

Holding the sword in one hand, he pushed the door open and walked out. The black sleeves fluttered and fell. When he stepped out of the Zhenyao Museum, he had transformed into a green Taoist robe.

White-haired jade hairpin, sword immortal of the world, green-shirt Taoist robe holding the Qingping Sword.

This humble Taoist.

Yuanshi!

……………………

The Zhuoshi Great Lord Zheng finally saw the changes in cause and effect, and the extremely chaotic heavenly secrets when the Zhuoshi Fire God fell. Then he heard about the battle between the Qingqi Heavenly Emperor and the Heavenly Lord from the secret agents in the Qing world. He was not stupid. In an instant, he understood something and suddenly stood up. In the next moment, a dazzling sword energy crossed time and space, fiercely and incomparably slashing down, vast and extremely majestic.

The Zhuoshi Great Lord's expression changed drastically.

But it was too late. The domineering sword energy almost pointed straight at the center of his eyebrows.

Gods and demons have already fallen and turned to dust, dissipating into smoke and dust.

The green-shirt Taoist holding the sword reappeared here, laughing loudly:

"Three thousand worlds carry golden lotus, cutting down all gods and demons unwilling to bloom."

"Where does the Zhuoshi Great Lord return, Wei Yuan who came before comes again today!"

ps: Today's second update... five thousand two hundred words./

So I'm late.