Chapter 674 Sword

Before that magnificent yet weak sword light rose, the turbid world's battle gaze was icy and calm, looking down at the opponent in front—Nüwa was somewhat tricky, but He could see at a glance that Nüwa had not yet been able to recover to her peak state.

Rather, her resurrection from the means of the turbid world's Heavenly Secrets was itself in an extremely weak state, with greatly damaged foundations, far from the peak state of her Dao Fruit realm. Apart from the elusive and unpredictable ability to reverse yin and yang, there was not much threat.

As for Jinyun Shi and Nüba.

Although the former was a mainstay of the first echelon below the Dao Fruit realm.

The latter was the sharpest and most fierce of the Kunlun Heavenly Maidens.

In any case, they could not be regarded as weaklings.

But now both of them were seriously injured and not at their peak. Thus, the turbid world's battle only regarded this as an ordinary battle. As long as He was careful to avoid the power of reversing yin and yang, it would not be much. His eyes stared fixedly at Nüwa's hands, ready to intercept her as soon as she made a move.

But although He was extremely cautious, his expression and movements were still calm and unhurried. He said lightly, "However, Nüwa, you are willing to make a move to contain me, but those humans did not hesitate at all when they fled for their lives. I am a little curious, does Nüwa regret creating this race?"

He raised a sharp question:

"Is a race that will abandon you without hesitation really worth saving?"

Jinyun took a large bite of beef and mocked, "Even the animals on the grasslands know that when they encounter a strong enemy they cannot defeat, they have to protect their lives. Besides, what would they do staying here? Let you get your hands on them to use as hostages to threaten Nüwa?"

The turbid world's battle said calmly, "But I heard that humans say that some things are more important than life. To give up one's life for righteousness, it is that which is desired is greater than life. Nüwa is the origin of the human race, but those humans abandoned Nüwa and preserved their own lives without the slightest hesitation. It cannot but be said to be disappointing."

"Seeing it today, it is indeed disappointing, especially disappointing."

"Even a slight hesitation would prove that they have not forgotten Nüwa's kindness."

Nüba said coldly:

"Just empty words. Besides, with your strength, most of the human race could not react at all."

The turbid world's battle looked playful and said coldly, "No, someone reacted."

"But he chose to immediately teleport everyone away, letting them flee for their lives."

"Hmph, but, just as I said earlier."

"What use is it for those people to run away?"

"They are just ants and trash. Perhaps they are the elite among the humans you created, but today they abandoned you, their mother, and fled, not even having the courage to fight me. Then this lineage is useless, and the so-called Daoist sects are nothing more than this."

"The elite of the Daoist sects are only at this level. From this, it can be seen that the so-called human race is just mediocre."

The turbid world's battle said coldly:

"Just a weak race that exists because of a few heroes."

"Otherwise, why is there not even one who dares to take action?"

Nüba frowned, intending to answer something, but for a moment, she could not find anything to say in rebuttal.

But Nüwa's expression was calm: "They were originally weak, and they had no power to resist you."

"I would rather my children be able to leave safely."

The turbid world's battle said viciously:

"Willing them to leave, and them turning around and running away without any reaction, are two different things."

He was using words to distract Nüwa, to make her feel sad, even if it was only a trace. As a 'mother,' as a mother who had even died for the human race, such a situation could not but make her feel uncomfortable, even if only a little.

Just a moment, just a moment, would be enough for Him to attack.

At this time, He showed a different style from Wuzhiqi.

If Wuzhiqi's true self were here, he would never do such a thing. He would never play tricks, never deliberately break someone's state of mind. He would even wish that the opponent's state of mind would always be at its peak, and then defeat the opponent head-on in a fair and square manner.

Only then could it be considered a hearty and satisfying victory.

Jinyun was also happy to delay time, gulping down the beef in his hand to restore his qi and blood and heal his injuries, while saying, "How do you know that old man didn't send them away to protect the children? Maybe he will come back to fight alongside us!"

The turbid world's battle seemed to have heard a very ridiculous joke and could not help but laugh loudly: "Hahahaha, laughable, laughable."

"That is just a mortal, a body of flesh and blood, seizing a moment to take his disciples and grandchildren away. I can indeed praise him for his decisiveness, but do you think that this does not require any price?"

"Using human strength to lift a giant stone of ten million pounds, although it can be maintained for a while, after putting down the giant stone, the blood vessels will inevitably burst and he will die. He is just an ant, forcibly mobilizing his divine soul and calling upon his yuanqi in front of me. Now, I am afraid that his three souls have already flown away and his spirit has dissipated."

"He is simply arrogant!"

"You say he will attack?!"

The turbid world's battle laughed: "Hahahaha, I know you are waiting for reinforcements, but at this time, your reinforcements cannot possibly come. As for the Lord of Heavenly Secrets, Nüwa was attacked, and he did not appear in the first place. You should naturally give up hope."

"If he were truly invincible, why would he sit withered for thousands of years after being severely injured?"

A trace of worry appeared in Nüwa's eyes, as well as the disappointment accumulated from the rapid departure of many Daoists.

A trace, even if only a trace.

It allowed the turbid world's battle to seize the opportunity, and his eyes instantly lit up.

Good opportunity!

Just as He was about to attack, suddenly a sword light rose from the foot of the mountain, dignified and upright, magnificent and vast, slashing down.

The old voice returned.

"Shangqing Sect, Lin Shouyi."

"Please!"

The turbid world's battle's expression froze for a moment.

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The mountain glow was bright, seeming to be even more magnificent because of the many turbulent yuanqi currents.

The Daoists who had already gone far away suddenly turned their heads and saw that brilliant sword, cutting against the mountain road of Longhu Mountain towards the direction of that Dao Fruit level existence. They had later reacted that what appeared on the mountain must be the Dao Fruit level expert that they had vaguely heard their elders mention.

The peak of the peak, the most powerful existence.

They fled in panic under the attack of such an existence, which was only natural.

This was naturally only natural.

Right?

This was only natural!

So powerful, how could we possibly be opponents?

When they reacted, even the hands holding their swords were trembling.

But being forced to abandon the guests and the origin of the human race was a fact. Yes, we are not opponents. If we are not opponents, isn't running away just courting death? But the Daoist sects were also running away, the elders led us to escape together, to avoid it together.

What is the Dao then?

That was because Hall Master Wei was not there, that was because the Heavenly Master was not there.

They constantly comforted themselves in their hearts, soothing the fear in their hearts.

Evading the fear.

But is the Dao of the Daoist sects only to be sheltered under the wings of the strong?

Is it? But if it were not so, what should we do?

The fear in their hearts and the doubts about cultivation that they had before constantly emerged, but now, looking at the sword light like the distant glow, suddenly the fear and worry in their hearts were shattered. The final arrangements and instructions of the old man were for them to go to various cities to prevent the outbreak of greater disasters.

And he himself drew his sword and struck the last sword, rushing to the final end of the Daoist.

If the heart is upright, then the thought is upright; if the thought is upright, then the law is upright.

The first lesson of Daoist sect entry, correct the mind.

When Lin Shouyi's masters carried their swords down the mountain and walked in that chaotic world.

The young Lin Shouyi's fear and worry about the survival of his family and country disappeared.

We will also have such a day.

Let the disciples retreat, while we hold our swords forward.

Whether we win or not is one thing.

But whether we draw our swords or not is another matter.

The last precept of the Daoist sects.

Correct the mind.

That Daoist, who was already over thirty years old, suddenly felt a sourness in his eyes and wanted to cry out to the sky. His mind calmed down, knowing that his elders had used their lives to guide them to the road ahead, giving an answer, so even when facing the strongest, there was no need to fear.

Just like in the past, follow behind the elders and give guidance to the future disciples in the same way.

The Daoist turned around and bowed.

That last sword light like the evening glow was annihilated. In front of the Dao Fruit level, this sword was simply pitifully weak, but that Daoist drew his sword from its sheath, brushed the sword body with his right hand, and then held the sword with both hands, saying, "The Qi of the Heavens is vast, may my Dao flourish."

The surge of yuanqi was especially strong, and the sword in his palm burst into flowing light, flying towards Longhu Mountain.

There were young teenagers, and there were also middle-aged men with white hair at their temples.

Some shouted, some murmured.

Lin Ling'er's eyes were red, holding that small wooden sword.

Daoyan, who had sensed something was wrong and was rushing to Longhu Mountain, held up his umbrella, looked at the sky for a long time, and said:

"The prosperity of the Daoist sects is not a delusion."

On Longhu Mountain, Lin Shouyi's last sword was casually broken by the turbid world's Dao Fruit.

The old man himself stood on the pavilion with his cane, closing his eyes.

Without breath.

Like the sun about to go out.

Behind him, the swords of the Daoists who had been rescued were all drawn from their sheaths, endlessly.

Like the stars in the sky.

Heading straight for the peak of Longhu Mountain.

The Qi of the Heavens is vast, may my Dao flourish.

With this sword.

Correct my Daoist sects' heart of drawing our swords when facing the strong!

ps: Today's fourth update...

Hope I'm alive tomorrow.