face and any notion of freedom. He would definitely beg the leader to save him. He wanted to bloodbath Maple Forest City, killing all of Zhu Wei's ancestors for eighteen generations, as well as that c...The upright blade, with a thin and sharp point, flipped in the air.
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The sunlight streamed across the sword ridge, and for a moment, it burst forth in a rainbow.
The man with white hair held a broken sword. The hilt, which should have defined the standard of swords, was twisted into a tangle of gold-colored threads, tightly gripped by his five fingers. His right hand’s five fingers were cut open with dense wounds.
Lu Shuānghé didn't pay attention to his wound, nor did he pay attention to his sword. He just looked at Jiāng Wàng.
In those eyes, cold as the heavens themselves, there was a glimmer of question, a rare ripple of doubt. —
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Jiang Wang's sword, which had merged the passage of time and fate, did not kill him.
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He was standing at the very peak of Dongzhen, waiting for Jiang Wang for a long time. There was no need for a reason to kill him, only if he didn't kill would there be a need.
If he were the victor today, he would certainly not let Jiang Wang off.
Only then did he realize that the astonishment and fear reflected in those eyes beneath the water, were those of a child, seeing this strange and wonderful world for the first time.
At such a moment, the white-haired real person known as "Qisha" stared intently at Jiang Wang.
"I'm going back to eat dinner." Jiang Wang said.
In those eyes that hung like a celestial mirror, Lu Shuanghe saw his own reflection.
Instead, he asked—
But he was the one who walked forward.
Now, at this moment, in this story where only one person can move forward, Jiang Wang said—I'll go first, you follow me... If you can't keep up, it's fine.
> Passed.
He will not restrain himself for Jiang Wang.
He didn't ask, "Why don't you kill me"
This path is not ultimate, this heart is hard to die.
He just hoped for a better view. He wanted to see if there was a stronger sword in this cave's real world.
Having drawn a sword that surpassed the limits of even Dong Zhen's past, he would naturally move forward.
What Jiang Wang was thinking is irrelevant. Killing him or not killing him is just another ordinary choice among countless choices that happen every day in this world.
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Whatever lies ahead, be it grass, trees, birds or flowers, humans, ghosts, or demons, a single sword strike will see them through.
This road, by the creek in Fengxi Town, forked long ago. When young Jiang Wang and Yi Shengfeng were but boys, they made their choices. The dream of seeking immortals beckoned at the horizon, while unimaginable pain lay hidden beneath the water.
But this should also.
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But he stumbled out of Fengxi Town, always taking a different path than Lu Shuanghe.
Whether Jiang Wang lives or dies is unimportant. Jiang Wang is no different from all other things in this world.
"Is there another sword strike coming"
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At this moment, Jiang Wang had sheathed his sword. The peerless sharpness was gone, and his lofty spirit had sunk. The heroic grandeur of the peak of truth dissipated into nothingness——
The person who can defeat themselves is inevitably someone who breaks their own imagination.
Such eyes...
Time flies, and now "Lu Shuang He" are just passing scenery.
And all of this has nothing to do with Lu Shuanghe.
He seemed to see a clear river flowing through the years.
He spared no effort in instructing Yi Shengfeng, and his wait for Jiang Wang was utterly sincere.
Toward Phoenix Qi died in a reckless, unprecedented challenge, forever robbing him of the possibility of pursuit.
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Now he naturally knew, Jiang Wang was not anyone's back.
He glanced lightly at Lu Shuanghe, and then his figure, like water vapor diffusing on paper, faded away.
No one can surpass Xiang Fengqi except for another Xiang Fengqi.
The brilliance of the extraordinary world once unfolded in Lu Shuanghe's sword light, first painting a picture for the young boy.
Across the clear river, his gaze met Jiang Wang's, as if they were still the same as they were back then.
The ending of the story was completely different from what I imagined.
He always felt that between him and Yi Shengfeng, or between him and Jiang Wang—in short, one was himself, and the other was the back of Xiang Fengqi he yearned for—only one person could continue moving forward.
But his hand, which clutched the hilt so tightly, was ripped to shreds with no piece of flesh left. For a moment, he lost all strength.
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But why would Jiang Wang deliberately restrain herself a little for him, Lu Shuanghe
Isn't the lesson from the banks of Phoenix Creek profound enough
Even when it came to matters of life and death, even when doubts arose, Lu Shuanghe did not dwell on them for long.
He gripped it again.
It's not that he harbored any hatred for Jiang Wang. He held no resentment towards her whatsoever. It was just... unnecessary.
There will never be another Feng Qi in this world, so he wants to cultivate one, or wait for one.
But perhaps the small river in Fengxi Town was too clear, its water reflecting too many ripples, it deviated from indifference and washed away betrayal... Then what was left An obsession with "Tao"
Lu Shuānghé didn't care.
Lu Shuānghé didn't say another word. He just held his nearly unrecognizable broken sword and walked into the heavy darkness.
Wind blows white hair, like frost and snow.
Just like back then outside Fenxi Town, with a flash of sword light, he never looked back.
Hiss! Sword light split the sky, thus opening a wave of turmoil.
The boundless ocean of the subconscious, rocking gently in the sea breeze.
A scholar in green, with jade crown and hair tied back, walks upon the mirror-like sea.
The ocean mirror reflected not him and his sky, but another sky, and beneath that sky, a white bridge—spanning delusion and reality, the realm of daydreams.
If someone were walking on the Bridge of Daydreams, in that other world, a scholar in blue robes with a jade crown would also be reflected at the bottom of the sea.
Daydreams and the sea of the subconscious are reflections of two worlds, they are interconnected, together constructing the true path of yin and yang.
With a single thought, yin and yang reversed, the three paths intertwined, and Jiang Wang could thus return to his former self—he wanted to go back to the Huai Kingdom's Duke’s Mansion for dinner, and the fastest way was naturally to retrace his steps along the Yin-Yang True Path.
But just at that moment, he looked up at the sky.
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His eyes were as bright as a mirror, without a ripple. Reflecting everything, yet seeming to have lost everything.
At the very moment of striking, pushing it to the intersection of time and fate, his heart soaring with boundless ambition, fell into such a perilous state—
Too close to the heavens, it was naturally attracted... even absorbed by the heavenly path.
He is too powerful.
The two peak masters, Wen Zhong and Gao Zheng, completed the last regret of his peak. The history of Yue Country allowed him to perceive time as a song, Beidou killing Nandou made him realize destiny, and Zou Huiming's inheritance allowed him to see the path to sainthood...
After defeating Lü Shuānghé, whose swordsmanship embodied the ultimate killing power of the Dòngzhēn realm, his sword intent was still soaring, and his spirit continued to ascend to greater heights.
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He really "heard the Dao."
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He had already seen an incredibly powerful path—one that harmonized with the Way of Heaven, towering high above the nine heavens. At the edge of time and space, beyond cause and effect, it overlooked the confluence of the rivers of ages and destiny.
This is not even a kind of "attraction," it has nothing to do with power or realm.
This is a matter of course.
In the end, all things in heaven and earth will return to unity. That is the eternal destiny.
And he was fortunate to see, and have the chance to participate.
Every step Jiang Wang took on the surface of his subconscious was, in fact, a struggle against that inevitable "harmony with Heaven."
His eyes, as if seeing a vast expanse of azure light.
The magnificent celestial phoenixes, with their wings spread in the flowing radiance, are truly a sight to behold.
Jiang Wang seemed to be gazing into those sky-blue eyes, or perhaps, his eyes... seemed to be those very eyes!
Like a kite with its string cut, it flew higher and higher, transforming from a kite into a real phoenix with outstretched wings.
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The higher he flew, the higher he flew...
Click, click, click.
Each bone cracked with a sharp report, tendons like rivers surging over mountains. He clenched his sword hilt. The blade did not leave its scabbard, but he stood firm, upon the sea once turbulent now calm.
At the end of time and space, there seemed to be a mirror. His eyes looked into the sky-blue eyes in the mirror—these two pairs of eyes were finally separated—he saw a ripple in the sky-blue phoenix's eyes.
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As if in doubt, why not seize the opportunity and walk towards eternal power.
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These eyes do not represent the empty phoenix that has already been born, nor do they represent Phoenix True. They are simply a manifestation of Heaven's Dao, generated by personal feelings and feedback.
Jiang Wang shook his head: "That is the Dao of 'Heaven,' not the Dao of 'I.'"
"Hearing the Way" and then "abandoning the Way".
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His sky-blue eyes, like a mirror, were shattered.
Huang Wei created the celestial phoenix pair, Tian Huang Kong Yuan, in her fantasies, enhancing the Heavenly Dao.
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Jiang Wang, who is pushing his limits, also benefits from this, killing out with a sword that transcends ancient and modern times, reaching the peak of Dao.
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Correspondingly, he was also "summoned" by Heaven's Dao.
He is resisting this call.
The departing figure of Yu Beidou waving goodbye on the river of fate is a surge within oneself.
He told Lu Shuānghé that he was going back to eat, it was also the way he chose to detach himself from Heaven's Mandate.
Unknowingly, the Duke's mansion of Chu and Huai in Chugu had taken on part of the meaning of "home" for him, with another part residing in the Lingxiao Secret Realm.
The worldly ties bind people to the mortal realm.
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Jiang Wang withdrew his gaze from the sky, temporarily pulling himself away from the Dao of Heaven—he used the word "temporarily" because it wasn't so easy to truly detach himself. This would undoubtedly be a long process.
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And at that moment, he suddenly felt a ray of gaze falling upon him. The gaze was like rushing water, drenching him from the inside out.
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Even though he was skilled in seeing with his own eyes, he couldn't perceive who this gaze belonged to or where it came from. This ray of sight was so faint, yet vast and boundless. It was completely open and exposed, yet left no trace, capturing no information whatsoever.
A realization dawned on Jiang Wang's mind——
This is the great unknown being dwelling deep within the Immortal Slaying Forest.
It wasn't that he had the ability to perceive this gaze. Rather, in the process of being included within its recognition, he felt the sensation of "being recognized."
That's when I realized I was being watched.
Above the river of fate, he had already seen that his sword would be involved in a transcendent battle, and thus he could guess who was watching him.
In such a line of sight, the existence beneath the peak, there is little to no secrets left untold.
Jiang Wang also couldn't bear to chase after any memories. He just sat there quietly for a moment.
He understood perfectly that his inclusion in the cognitive process was Phoenix True capturing the mysterious transcendence of the Immortal Lin—that being could have chosen to ignore his sword, which shattered the limit of the Dao realm, but without this historically significant sword strike's acknowledgment, the mysterious existence of Immortal Lin would be unable to maintain its state of "transcending cognition." What awaited it was the superlative covenant and universal renown.
Having fought his battles, Jiang Wang had completed what he was meant to do.
After a brief moment of stillness, Jiang Wang lifted her toes and tapped lightly, creating ripples in the sea of her subconscious.
But the sea suddenly darkened, no longer crystal clear like a mirror, and lost all reflections. You could no longer see the seemingly endless white dream bridge.
The path of Yin and Yang has been severed.
Whether it was the respected members of the Douge who refused to give him another path, or if he was cut off by some kind of force
Jiang Wang didn't investigate further, nor did he show any expression on his face. He simply shifted his weight and took a step to the side.—
Boom!
The sword light was like lightning, cleaving the heavens and dashing across.
If saying that Immortal Lin was traversing mountains of knives and seas of fire, then at this moment, he was physically crossing them.
In the midst of a chaotic battleground where celestial beings clash and demons roam, this place known as "the most dangerous land under heaven," the Immortal Falling Forest, could there be anything that could stand against the current Master Jiang
Heavy ghostly mist, a breath opens it. Vengeful spirits, one thought incinerates them.
The mountains are not considered steep, and the forests are not known for their depth.
A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step!
The sky flickered, brightening then dimming, as Daoist Jiang materialized at the entrance leading to the ruins of the battlefield. The Chu kingdom had crushed the four fixed entrances of the Immortal Burial Forest; this was one of them.
But as I looked, the entrance was already blocked by a sea of soldiers, a black and oppressive cloud. Then, with the might of the entire army surging and swirling, it transformed into a massive, black "two-headed tomb guardian."
The elk stood on its four legs, with antlers high above. Its eyes were powerful; one pair glowed red with menace, the other shimmered like green palace lanterns. With a leap of its mighty form, it roared up to the heavens. Its voice was deep and majestic, echoing endlessly between heaven and earth.
In the Meteor Immortal Forest, there was no direction originally. Right now, this place is considered south.
Jiang Wang's heart stirred. He opened his crimson eyes and looked around. To the west, he saw a "Tiger Throne Flying Bird." This statue was smooth and beautiful, like lacquerware. At first glance, it didn't look like something assembled by soldiers, but rather something carefully crafted by an artisan!
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Once again, I see Dingdong's direction, with soldiers gathered together like a seven-colored divine deer. The deer's body has mysterious patterns like auspicious clouds. Its hooves are as white as snow, and it tramples upon the winter frost.
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Looking towards the north, boundless literary energy converges into a statue of "Iron-Eating Beast." It is endearingly cute, resembling someone half asleep in midday nap. On its shoulder rests a section of bamboo with leaves still attached. A string of bamboo slips hangs from the end of the bamboo, cascading down on both sides in an orderly manner, like fireworks. Inside and outside the bamboo slips, there is a constant crackling sound, a boisterous hum—all filled with words!
The four fixed entrances to the Yixian Forest were all in great commotion, and they were interconnected, echoing each other from afar.
At least within this Jiping Immortal Forest, the Shushan and Chu Kingdom are also cooperating—Jiping Immortal Forest is currently the biggest goal for the human race, above all else.
"Jiang Wang! Where have you been" a sudden voice called out.
Jiang Wang turned his head and saw General An Guogong Wu Zhaochang standing there with a mask, under the "Double-Headed Tomb Guardian," staring straight at him.
He said: "I have met Lu Shuanghe to settle an old agreement. It is done."
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Where to go
“Duke Huai’s Mansion,” Jiang Wang said, “I came in a hurry and didn’t have a good meal. I’ll go back and eat another bowl.”
Wu Zhaochang gave him a long, hard look and waved his hand dismissively. "Go!"
The power of the pinnacle surged through the soldiers, howling through the Immortal Falling Forest. Patch after patch of eerie and dense forest was erased, leaving only white ground in its wake.
Jiang Wang didn't ask about the disputes over transcendence, nor did he inquire about the schemes of all parties. He simply drew his sword and bent it, piercing through the Meteor Immortal Forest and landing in the battlefield ruins.
"Kill!!"
"I am invincible!!"
Suddenly, the sound of clashing swords filled his ears. Before him, there was a scene of carnage: flickering blades, tattered flags at half-mast, and thundering hooves... Jiang Wang found himself on a battlefield!
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Leaving the unfinished battlefield of Yinxian Forest, we arrived at a dilapidated ancient battlefield.
Though there are indeed many battlefield projections within the ruins of war, in the present where they have been explored extensively, it is difficult to fall into them unless one deliberately seeks out trials.
After all, the last time the Immortal Alliance made a pact, Bingxu had been thoroughly swept. Outside of most ancient battlefield projections, corresponding warning steles had been erected.
And with Jiang Wang's current cultivation and power, stepping out normally should have been effortless. Yet, this step caused him to stumble as if he had tripped on flat ground.
In his current state, it was difficult for him to feel emotions. But that didn't affect his reactions.
In this state of near-divine majesty, he reached the pinnacle of his life.
So he merely flicked his eyes, and shattered the battlefield projection.
As if a "curtain" had been lifted, a tall man with a face like fire stepped in, just right, every step.
A deep and impressive voice then boomed: "Don't be nervous, I just borrowed this place to have a little chat with you!"
During the Southern Xia imperial examinations, Jiang Wang once heard this voice, "King Zhao"!
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He was indeed not nervous, because his emotions had been steadily fading. Or rather, they had been flowing toward Heaven all along.
But he should be nervous!
So his sword was already drawn.
This sword does not cry out, but there will always be lamentations raised for it.
Heaven and earth are like traces of nothingness, and all things are unseen.
There was only a wisp of frost-white wind, becoming the only color in this battlefield. Wherever it passed, there were only scattered fallen leaves.
All things are like withering leaves.
In its current state, the power of Bú Zhōu Feng has reached unprecedented levels, truly capable of slaying all under heaven and causing eternal withering.
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Jiang Wang still didn't fully understand his own state, but he could grasp his own strength.
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But heaven and earth were joined together.
It's like a door that was closed and then opened again.
Jiang Wang saw this wisp of frost-white wind, held between two fingers. They were indistinct in shape but as bright and lustrous as gold and jade.
The blade of longing, too, is imprisoned within.
"This killing intent is nostalgic!" The obscured King Zhao uttered with emotion: "After so many years, I didn't expect to meet a heavenly being again!"
"Heaven-Human" Jiang Wang held her sword still, slightly raising her eyes in question.
King Zhao shrugged nonchalantly: "There exists a being in the Rootless World, you should have heard its name, of course we are not convenient to mention—it is similar to you, but much deeper than you, and it has grasped itself. Only then does it possess transcendent power."
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Jiang Wang's heart, still as dead water, suddenly stirred with emotion. That emotion was called "surprise."
Of course he knew who the existence that King Zhao was talking about was.
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