My Wife Is The Leader Of A Demonic Cult-Chapter 332 - Land Immortal Battles the Capital

Chapter 332: Chapter 332 Land Immortal Battles the Capital

Chapter 332: Chapter 332 Land Immortal Battles the Capital

The old man from the ten directions chuckled lightly, looking up at the moonlight above, “Sometimes, knowing too much is not necessarily a good thing.”

Zhao Zhiwu asked, “Why is that?”

The old man from the ten directions said indifferently, “Because the bloody truth is always cruel.”

Zhao Zhiwu said, “Do you think I would be afraid?”

The old man from the ten directions did not answer Zhao Zhiwu’s question, but looked toward the distant Dragon Locking Well and said, “Everything you’re doing is just too ridiculous.”

Zhao Zhiwu asked, “What’s ridiculous about it?”

The old man from the ten directions bluntly stated, “You built the Dragon Locking Well to lock down the Earth Vein Spirit, but you cannot seal away the evil spirits’ qi, failing to realize that it continues to pollute the Earth Vein Spirit.”

Zhao Zhiwu’s heart chilled slightly, and his eyes narrowed to slits.

The evil spirits’ qi was continuously contaminating the Earth Vein Spirit. Thousands of years had passed, and the Earth Vein Spirit had long been thoroughly tainted. And so, when the Earth Vein Spirit’s consciousness broke free from its shackles, the world was filled with a massive amount of evil spirits’ qi together with nature’s spiritual energy.

On the surface, it seemed to be a dispute between Yan Country and Houjin, and Zhao Country, but it was also mixed with the conflict over the Earth Vein Spirit.

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Houjin and Zhao Country hoped to break open the Dragon Locking Well and completely release the Earth Vein Spirit. After all, with the binding of the Earth Vein Spirit, the shackles of the world were becoming heavier, and in the future, not to mention Great Grandmasters, even experts at the Master Realm would become exceedingly rare.

Yan Country’s idea, on the other hand, was relatively conservative, hoping to keep the Earth Vein Spirit sealed indefinitely, making the world very safe.

The old man from the ten directions said indifferently, “This has been an issue since ancient times, some wish to break the seal, and others want to keep it.”

Zhao Zhiwu asked, “What are your thoughts then?”

The old man from the ten directions waved his sleeve and said, “I am different from all of you.”

Zhao Zhiwu continued to ask, “How are you different?”

The old man from the ten directions said solemnly, “I am waiting.”

Zhao Zhiwu realized, “Waiting for the evil spirits’ qi to completely corrupt the Earth Vein Spirit?”

The old man from the ten directions said, “Exactly, so before that, I must kill everyone in the world who can pose a threat to me.”

Zhao Zhiwu asked, “How does that benefit you?”

If the Earth Vein Spirit were to be tainted, then the qi released in this world would not be nature’s spiritual energy, but the qi of evil spirits. By then, people would start to absorb the evil spirits’ qi into their bodies.

The evil spirits’ qi has many dangers. A small amount of it could make people lose their sanity, become irritable, bloodthirsty, while a large amount of the evil spirits’ qi entering the body could completely transform a person into an evil spirit.

The world filled with the qi of evil spirits, and everyone turning into evil spirits, seems to have no benefit at all, right?

Zhao Zhiwu was very clear about this.

The old man from the ten directions smiled without speaking, saying no more.

Zhao Zhiwu knew he did not wish to talk anymore, and immediately extended his hand.

“Swish, swish!”

Within the Imperial City, the eunuch Zhong Binru who mastered the sword, slapped his hand, instantly sending the Emperor’s Sword into the night sky, landing in the hands of the Emperor of Great Yan.

Zhao Zhiwu sneered, “Then let me have a look at your strength.”

The old man from the ten directions spoke earnestly, “Among so many Great Grandmasters, you are the first one who dares to make a move against me.”

Zhao Zhiwu looked at the old man in front of him, suddenly feeling an enormous pressure, even as a Great Grandmaster himself, he still felt an immense force.

Being in the same Land Immortal Realm, the old man from the ten directions was nonetheless one of the strongest Great Grandmasters of all time, precisely because he had indeed killed Great Grandmasters before.

Zhao Zhiwu lifted his arm, and the Emperor’s Sword headed for the old man’s throat. His yellow dragon robe whipped about in the wild wind, making a rustling sound.

There wasn’t the flow of astonishing True Yuan, nor the might that shakes mountains and rivers. It was like an ordinary strike, neither fast nor slow.

But to onlookers, the two of them stood still, as if they hadn’t moved at all.

The old man from the ten directions saw the incoming strike as a bolt of lightning in the dark night.

That wasn’t lightning; it was sword light, and within the sword light was a figure.

Sword light, a figure, moonlight—it seemed as if everything intertwined at that moment.

The old man from the ten directions pointed forward.

Immortal Pointing the Way!

A most typical move within the martial arts of Jianghu, evidencing that his Martial Arts had reached the realm of Returning to Truth.

His fingertip collided with the tip of the sword as if Heavenly Thunder had struck Earth’s fire.

“Clang!”

The vigorous power along the sword’s blade transferred to Zhao Zhiwu’s meridians, causing his arm to feel numb, and he almost dropped the Emperor’s Sword from his hand.

But he was after all the Emperor of Great Yan, the Great Grandmaster known to the world.

He twisted his body and continued his assault on the old man from the ten directions.

This strike, with no devious changes in its sword skill, was pure King Sword technique. The tip of the sword vibrated with cold light, twitching over twenty times in the blink of an eye.

The old man from the ten directions had his chest, sides, lower abdomen, and around the throat—over twenty vital points—all under the threat of this sword’s strike, filled with killing intent.

Everyone knew Zhao Zhiwu’s high cultivation, who, with the support of Zhenyi Sect and his own powerful strength, staged a coup to become the sovereign of the world, but his Sword Dao too was top-notch.

His King Sword had reached the Sixth Realm level. However, there were very few in this world whom this Emperor would personally engage.

The moment the old man from the ten directions raised his hand, it was as if a black solid ice surged forth, turning into a roaring tidal wave rushing forward.

The mighty black ice stream pierced directly through the Sword Skill and continued pressing forward.

“Roar!”

Above the Imperial Palace, purple energy surged, blanketed by the True Dragon Qi.

Zhao Zhiwu breathed in and out, his entire being enveloped in a mist of swirling purple clouds,

The purple talisman mark on his forehead shone brightly, with streams of purple qi flowing freely within his eyes, eventually shrouding his entire body as though wrapped in auspicious clouds.

Zhao Zhiwu’s sleeves and hair fluttered without any wind, his Cultivation performing at its peak.

At this moment, with the aid of the True Dragon Qi, the Great Grandmaster was unstoppable.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Two experts of the Land Immortal Realm unleashed their Divine Skills, with black and purple glows intertwining in the sky, even leading to a momentary stalemate.

Above the Imperial Palace, Zhao Zhiwu could rely on the Great Yan’s True Dragon Qi, taking his Cultivation a step further.

Meanwhile, the Elder from afar stood calm and indifferent, his pupils reflecting the light without a hint of disturbance.

Zhao Zhiwu said, “It seems your injuries haven’t healed.”

The Elder didn’t hide anything, “That’s right, and they’re quite severe.”

Zhao Zhiwu narrowed his eyes and gripped the Emperor’s Sword tightly, “Then you still dare to come to Yujing City?”

At that moment, a tremendous murderous intent emerged in his heart. If he killed the man before him, he would be able to thoroughly stabilize the situation throughout the land, far more useful than killing Qin Shan.

“I have come today precisely to cut down the fortunes of Yan Country,” the Elder replied calmly.

His gentle eyes became profound as he continued, “Before the Earth Vein Spirit is utterly corrupted, I will not allow the existence of any Grandmasters in this world.”

Nangong Weiping’s strength had fallen below the Grandmaster level, and back at the Cloud Tower, the Elder didn’t want to exert his full power, risking aggravating his injuries, so he let Nangong Weiping leave.

But now it was different; Zhao Zhiwu had broken through to the Master Realm and was the Great Yan Emperor, posing a significant threat to him.

The aura around the Elder grew immensely vast, akin to an unfathomable abyss.

His Qi Mechanism completely vanished from this realm, making him seem as if he had disappeared, breaking free from all restraints.

Separating Heaven and Earth!

If Jun Qinglin’s Separating Heaven and Earth was just a sliver, the Elder had thoroughly broken free of the restraints of this world, free of any fetters of heaven and earth.

A complete Separation from Heaven and Earth, almost equivalent to the realm of merging with the heavens. How terrifying was that?

Zhao Zhiwu was deeply shaken as he beheld the Elder before him.

There were many methods to enhance one’s skills, and Separating Heaven and Earth was not the most difficult, but it was the least practiced, with too few inheritances to learn from. Many didn’t even know how to begin and lacked any leads, leading to many not even being aware of the existence of this method over time.

The Elder before him had not only cultivated Separating Heaven and Earth but was almost entirely free from the fetters of this world.

At this moment, the Great Yan Emperor finally grasped the full extent of the terrifying power of this undying Elder, a Grandmaster who had been invincible since ancient times, even with injuries riddling his body.

The Elder spoke, “It has been many years since I’ve fought in earnest.”

With that, he stretched out his hand towards the front.

As the Elder reached out towards the sky, cracks began to appear in the air.

Shattering the Void!

Ancient texts recorded that when power reached its apex, one could pierce through the air, known as Shattering the Void, even reaching beyond this realm.

And the Heavenly Demons came from beyond the realm.

However, throughout history, very few have truly shattered the void, yet it seemed the Elder before him did so with ease.

A massive demonic hand surged down from the sky, as if carrying the power to scorch the heavens and shatter the cosmos.

Rumble! Rumble!

As the massive demonic hand descended, the air trembled and shattered, and from the broken void, a powerful suction seemed to pull relentlessly at Zhao Zhiwu.

Zhao Zhiwu looked up, leveraging the True Dragon fortune of the Great Yan Dynasty, then raised the Emperor’s Sword.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

The blade of the Emperor’s Sword burst forth with supreme light, followed by beams of Sword Radiance shooting out.

The Elder’s expression remained serenely calm.

Rumble! Rumble!

In the skies above, violent waves of energy suddenly exploded, and behind the Elder, a huge phantom seemed to emerge.

The phantom appeared humanoid but was enigmatic and eerie.

“Hm!?”

Zhao Zhiwu’s expression chilled slightly.

With a hint of age-old weariness, the Elder, having witnessed much through the centuries, continued to reach forward with his hand.

At that moment, the whole world seemed to tremble.

This palm struck with world-shattering force, altering mountains and rivers!

Zhao Zhiwu raised the Emperor’s Sword high and slashed down fiercely, wielding boundless ferocity and brutality, along with the King Sword’s momentum.

When the Emperor is enraged, a million corpses lay dead!

He knew that even if he couldn’t kill the old immortal before him, he had to do his utmost to inflict severe injuries.

He wanted to make Xiao Qianqiu’s wounds so grave that they would give the Great Yan Royal Family a chance to breathe for ten more years.

Boom, boom, boom, boom!

The sound of explosions thundered across the heavens and earth, shaking everything in all directions.

The old immortal from all directions saw the sword radiance falling from the sky, and all the Qi mechanisms in his body crazily converged in front of him into a mass.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!

Countless Qi mechanisms formed a giant ghost face.

At this moment, the ghost face opened up and swallowed the falling sword radiance as if it were devouring it.

The vast Qi mechanisms dissolved, and the demonic Qi above the sky vanished as if it had never appeared.

The vast sky returned to its original state.

Revealing a new crescent moon.

Boom, boom, boom!

Just after this brief moment of calm, huge patches of blood mist suddenly appeared in the sky.

Above Yujing City, the evening breeze fluttered by.

Xiao Qianqiu and Zhao Zhiwu stood on opposite sides, with no one aware that these two Land Immortals seemed to have erupted in a terrifyingly intense battle.

This is the way of immortals, immeasurable.

Suddenly, the front of Xiao Qianqiu’s clothing burst open, revealing his upper body scarred with dense wounds, two of which were so deep that bone was visible, a blur of flesh and blood.

It was hard to imagine how someone with such severe injuries could still be alive, and what kind of master could inflict such heavy injuries on a Land Immortal like Xiao Qianqiu, who had entirely separated himself from heaven and earth?

Xiao Qianqiu calmly asked Zhao Zhiwu, “Was it worth it?”

Zhao Zhiwu said, “I never ask whether it’s worth it or not. Judgement by later generations has no meaning for me, I just do what I want to do.”

“Whether a foolish ruler or a wise one, there will be no future generations to judge you, because this decrepit world will disappear, and it will be a brand-new world at that time.”

Xiao Qianqiu glanced into the distance, then his body turned into an afterimage, vanishing above the eaves of Yujing City in an instant.

After Xiao Qianqiu departed, Zhao Zhiwu suddenly tasted sweetness in his mouth as a mouthful of fresh blood surged up, and then he swallowed it down into his stomach with a gulp.

“Drip-drip!” “Drip-drip!”

A drop of blood still flowed down the blade, and upon closer inspection, Zhao Zhiwu’s palm and sleeve were already dyed red.

“Your Majesty!”

Bai Mei, the eunuch, came rushing in, supporting the arm of the Great Yan Emperor.

And below, Lv Guoyong also walked over, looking at the departing figure of the immortal who lived through a thousand autumns.

Zhao Zhiwu, looking at the Emperor’s Sword already stained red with blood, said, “It is my honor to have crossed swords with such a person.”

Who is Xiao Qianqiu? Even with injuries, his strength could still be ranked among the top three Grandmasters through ancient and modern times. How terrifying would he be if he recovered from his injuries?

Bai Mei, the eunuch, sighed deeply in his heart. Zhao Zhiwu was someone who had forcefully broken through to the Grandmaster Realm, and now after his confrontation with Xiao Qianqiu, his injuries were undoubtedly more serious than Xiao Qianqiu’s.

Zhao Zhiwu, looking at Lv Guoyong, asked, “Sir Lv, why do you think this man cannot die, and what is his purpose?”

“As to why this man cannot die, I cannot tell,” said Lv Guoyong, shaking his head. “However, his goal is the Earth Vein Spirit, and one that has been completely corrupted by the evil spirits.”

From ancient to modern times, there are two methods that are rumored to break through the shackles of the Grandmaster Realm; one is to merge with the Earth Vein Spirit, and the other is to slay the Earth Vein Spirit.

Zhao Zhiwu murmured to himself, “The Earth Vein Spirit, huh?”

“He wants to wait until the Earth Vein Spirit is completely polluted by the evil spirits, and I suspect he knows the source of these evil spirits,” mused Lv Guoyong. “This person is quite extraordinary, being able to completely disengage from this world; it’s far too eerie.”

Immortal of a thousand autumns who never dies!

This person was shrouded in too much mystery. Why could he live for a thousand years without dying, and what was his purpose in lying dormant in Zhao Country, continuously slaying masters of the Grandmaster Realm?

At this moment, Xiao Qianqiu was like a mountain, constantly pressing down on Zhao Zhiwu’s heart.

Just as Xiao Qianqiu had said earlier, the more he knew, the heavier the overwhelming pressure felt in his heart.

Zhao Zhiwu spoke softly, “Foster father, help me back.”

“Yes.”

Bai Mei, the eunuch, felt a chill in his heart.

Zhao Zhiwu was a very prideful man, yet now he was asking to be helped.

The two returned to the Imperial Study Room, where lights blazed brightly, red candles burning all around.

Zhao Zhiwu remained silent, gazing at the flames.

Lv Guoyong walked in slowly, not saying a word.

Bai Mei stood behind Zhao Zhiwu, unable to see the Emperor’s eyes, but he saw the hot dripping wax falling from the candles, drop by drop, landing on that bloodstained hand, slowly solidifying there.

The red palm seemed to tremble ever so slightly.

In the depths of the shadows, from far away, there seemed to come a faint sigh…

…..

On Nanping Dao, Nanhua Mountain.

The verdant overlapping mountains were like surging waves upon the sea, tumultuous and majestic.

As the State Preceptor of Great Yan, Xiao Qianqiu was standing on the summit of this highest mountain in the world, holding a pot of tea in his hand, gazing toward the south.

His eyes were clear as crystal, deep as the oceanic abyss.

Luo Chongyang said, “This ruler of the Southern Barbarians is not an ordinary person.”

Xiao Qianqiu nodded and said, “In the current world, those who can make their stand are no simple figures.”

Zhao Country and Yan Country had been at a stalemate for a hundred years, and when Qi Xuan Dao turned to annex the Southern Barbarians, a series of open and covert struggles ensued. After the Southern Barbarians sought help from Yan Country, the matter eventually came to nothing.

Afterward, Zhao Country changed its strategy, abandoning designs on the Southern Barbarians and instead seeking to ally with them against Yan Country.

Between countries, interests are what matter. The goodwill between the Southern Barbarians and Yan Country is not worth mentioning under the drive of interests.

Eventually, the Southern Barbarians managed to prosper by playing both sides against each other.

Nowadays, Zhao Country and Houjin have launched their attacks on Great Yan one after another, and both have achieved remarkable results, especially Houjin, which has won continuous victories and has already taken over most of the Beihuang Dao, with its sword pointed directly at the heartland of Great Yan, Capital Road.

With a million-strong army attacking from both the north and the south, a sense of panic had imperceptibly spread throughout Great Yan. Not to mention the commoners of Yan Country, even the soldiers on the front lines and the experts of Jianghu felt like the sky was about to collapse.

No one had the confidence or assurance to confront the invasion of a million-strong army from the north and the south, especially as bad news kept coming in and front-line territories were being lost one after another.

To others, it seemed that Great Yan was on the brink of destruction, its days were numbered, and this ancient dynasty that had lasted for hundreds of years was at the end of its path. And the last straw to break the camel’s back was these Southern Barbarians.

How could this ambitious Southern Barbarian ruler, who has been fickle and duplicitous towards Yan Country, possibly pass up this godsend opportunity?

Luo Chongyang sighed deeply, “Alas.”

In the face of the great trends of the world, even as a Four Qi Grandmaster, he was powerless to alter the situation, let alone protect the safety of the common people behind him.

How could this Daoist observatory have been established?

“State Preceptor!”

Just then, a Yan Country general clad in armor hurried over, “Something terrible has happened, the Southern Barbarians have deployed their army.”

This was Xiao Fang, who was responsible for defending Nanping Dao.

Xiao Qianqiu asked, “How many have come?”

Xiao Fang replied with a trembling voice, “The Southern Barbarians have sent an army of two hundred thousand, and ten Great Wizards have emerged, already pressing from deep within Southern Barbarian territory.”

Two hundred thousand troops might not be a lot compared to the forces of Houjin and Zhao Country, but it’s still a considerable number.

But these ten Great Wizards were no trivial matter.

Only those in the Master Realm could become Great Wizards of the Southern Barbarians, and now, with ten Masters following the army of two hundred thousand moving northward, this was truly terrifying, which explains why the general defending Nanping Dao was trembling.

Luo Chongyang glanced at Xiao Qianqiu and said, “It seems that the ruler of the Southern Barbarians is making a desperate gamble.”

Xiao Qianqiu started to smile, “Ten Great Wizards coming out en masse, what audacity.”

Xiao Fang furrowed his brows beside them, unable to understand how Xiao Qianqiu could find amusement in the situation.

He knew the army under his command consisted of raw recruits; up against the fully prepared two hundred thousand elite Southern Barbarians, the chances of victory were slim. They had originally relied on the strength of the Zhenyi Sect experts to gain an advantage, but this time the Southern Barbarians had even dispatched ten Great Wizards.

The situation looked utterly one-sided.

Luo Chongyang said gravely, “Clearly the ruler of the Southern Barbarians believes Great Yan is bound to fail. If they are late, they won’t even get the leftovers. The Southern Barbarians are no less fierce than Houjin, and even more cunning.”

“Once they enter Great Yan’s territory, it will inevitably lead to a catastrophe for the living.”

Xiao Qianqiu nodded without speaking.

At that moment, dozens of Zhenyi Sect Daoists came over, led by the Daoist Qian Ji.

However, these Daoists from the Zhenyi Sect had already set down their horsetail whisks, now each holding a sharp treasure sword, their eyes showing firm determination.

Daoist Qian Ji took a deep breath and bowed, “Sect Leader, your disciples are ready to await your command, please give your instruction.”

Xiao Qianqiu took a sip of tea and touched his Beidou Seven Stars Sword at his waist, “Once the battle begins, there is no south or north, no old or young. Everyone has the responsibility to defend their land and resist the enemy, and we who pursue the Dao cannot shirk our duty.”

With that, Xiao Qianqiu strode down the mountain.

The wind was howling, and the frost-covered trees swayed with the cold gust, settling on Xiao Qianqiu’s shoulders and head, as if they weighed a thousand pounds.

Upon reaching Nanping Dao, Xiao Qianqiu had said that he would share the fate of Nanhua Mountain. If Nanhua Mountain fell, then he would perish along with his Tao.

Watching the figure of his nephew, Luo Chongyang paused slightly.

If Ye Ding and Yu Ying were Daoist disciples tainted by fame and fortune, and he himself was a hermit cultivator, somewhat detached from worldly concerns, then Xiao Qianqiu was more like a monk enduring hardships in the mortal world.

Why should cultivating require one to retreat from the world?

Since people come from the dust, they must ultimately return to it.

In the world, the Dao is great, and so are human beings.

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