Simulation becomes reality, have I ever looked down upon the eternity?

Chapter 465: The Ninth Heavenly Moko Sword. Falling into the Red Dust and Forgetting the Previous Life!
[Your pupils suddenly contracted, your mind was shocked, and you didn't react in time.]

[Mr. Er on the opposite side clearly had not even drawn his sword, but your body had already been dispersed, and you regrouped not far away, frowning.]

[The feeling you have is beyond your ability to resist. Even if you summon the Buddha's true body, you still cannot resist it.]

[Instead, it seems like this has already happened, and you are resisting it. You can’t help but feel creepy…]

[And this sword seems to have moved something in the dark, making you feel like you have thrown a stone into a lake. The lake surface returns to normal after a while, but the lake is a little different because of the stone.]

[This sword will definitely hit you, and it seems you will definitely be injured. ]

[The young man in white spun his fingertips lightly, and the green sword turned into flowing clouds and dissipated, "How about this sword?"]

[You feel the sword intent just now, and ponder, "Is this your true destiny, Second Master, called Immortal Slaying? Even the Master is afraid of the sword intent?"]

[Mr. Er walked to the lakeside, "When my Xuandan and Yangshen merged into one, I named my life force Zhanxian. I was young and frivolous and thought I could kill the immortals in the sky."]

[“The sword has been used to its full potential in this world, and the sword path has come to an end. I am thinking of using the sword with my heart. The heart is boundless. What the heart thinks of is just a stone’s throw away. The universe can be turned upside down with just one thought. The power of the heart is infinite.”]

[The young man in white raised his eyebrows slightly, with a hint of smile in his eyes: "The King of Yan was able to break through the realm and ascend to heaven back then, I'm afraid it was also related to this way. It's just that three thousand years have passed, and there are too few traces left..."]

[“That King of Yan, and even the three ascenders back then, were definitely not as simple as recorded in history books.”]

[The lake reflects his slightly sarcastic profile: "Today, people, even warriors of the Ninth Realm, say that the Ascension Battle three thousand years ago was nothing special, and say that if the Empress and the Magic Master were alive today, they would be nothing special. But they don't know that they may have reached an extremely deep level in their spiritual cultivation."]

[“Spiritual cultivation?”]

[You are convinced in your heart. The breath that cleaved the sky when the King of Yan and the Master fought at the Banquet of All Flowers still trembles in the depths of your soul.]

[“This sword does not cut the present.” Mr. Er pointed, and a peach tree opposite him had been broken into two pieces. He then used his fingers to gently draw across the void, “Instead, it reverses cause and effect, first determines the ending, and then fills in the process.”]

[You frowned, the peach wood in front of you had already broken, and then Mr. Er used his sword intent, "The effect came first... then the cause? Reversing cause and effect."]

【Mr. Er laughed and said, "In other words, the moment I thought of drawing my sword, the result of you being stabbed by the sword was already determined. Everything that happened afterwards was just to fill in this predetermined cause and effect."】

[Your eyes trembled, "If that's the case... then as long as you swing your sword, it will definitely hit the target, there is no way it will miss."]

[“Not only that.” The young man in white robes’ sleeves moved without wind, and the falling peach blossoms around him hovered in the air. “This sword can cut off all traces you left in this world. It’s like you don’t exist.”]

【“The reason for existence?”】

[You suddenly think of the Master's method of corpse transformation. As long as the Da Qi, Chang Sheng Tian, ​​and the Buddha Kingdom, the Taoist tradition he left behind does not wither, he will be able to continue to exist in the world and cannot be truly killed.]

[Back then, the four masters joined forces to force the Master to leave his body behind because of this sword. It could cut off the cause and effect between him and the corpse transformation and destroy the corpse transformation method.]

[Mr. Er laughed and said, "People say that I can kill the Master with my nine swords combined into one, but this is also a fallacy."]

[“I only have this sword that can hurt the Master. When the three of them trapped the Master for a moment, I slashed with this sword. The Master was not seriously injured. He was too cautious, so he escaped and ran away as Yangshen.”]

[“Leave a body in the Self-cultivation Building!”]

[You nodded slightly. The Master is indeed the strongest in the world, and he is invincible in the world.]

[You look at Mr. Er, your mouth dry as you ask, "Can I learn this sword?"]

【Mr. Er shook his head, "This is the life force that I condensed. How do you want to learn it?"】

[Mr. Er stood with his hands behind his back, his sleeves fluttering in the wind, and shook his head, "This is my condensed destiny, like a bone in my womb, how can others learn it?"]

【You can’t help but feel a little disappointed!】

[“But.” The young man in white suddenly turned around, and the peach blossoms in the sky froze around him. “If it was indeed impossible in the past, but now…”]

[“I am the sword will left behind when he slashed open the Heavenly Gate… My strength is only as strong as his two decades ago, but my realm is only higher than his.”]

[After saying this, the young man in white exuded a hint of purple air, and purple flowers fell from the top of his head. The entire Peach Blossom Spring was shaking, like a dragon turning over.]

[“This… is the realm of the gods.”]

[You also vaguely guessed that the two divine birds Ban Zhaoluan who followed you would recognize you as their master because you had obtained the sword intent of the Second Master, leaving behind a divine aura.]

[The young man in white seems to be very satisfied with your surprised expression. You usually have a calm demeanor, and I never thought you would have such an expression.]

[You bowed without hesitation and said, "Please teach me, Mr. Er!"]

【“Second Mr.?”】

[“Please teach me, sir!”]

【The young man in white then nodded.】

[Mr. Er, please gather your breath, otherwise this dream will be shattered by this breath of his.]

[The young man in white walks up to you and says, "Don't worry, I'll teach you the eighth sword among the nine swords first."]

[“The previous seven swords merged into one, which is Moko Wuliang. But in the end, it is just a merger, because it is nothing. It was created when I was young and my swordsmanship was not very good, so it is also called Earth-level Moko.”]

[“The eighth sword is the real Moko Wuliang. I call it the Heaven-level Moko.”]

[You can’t help but repeat, “Earth-level Mo Ke? …Heaven-level Mo Ke.”]

[Mr. Er lightly tapped, and a peach blossom branch appeared in his hand again. Seven sword intentions overlapped and intertwined, converging into one sword intention.]

[This is the Moka Wuliang you are familiar with, or what Mr. Er calls the "Earth-level Moka." ]

[The young man in white said, "The seven swords are combined, but they are ultimately limited to the word 'combination'."]

[He turned his wrist slightly, and the peach branch suddenly made a crisp sound like broken glass. "It's like using silk thread to tie up a broken sword. Even if it barely takes shape... for a true grandmaster, it's not enough."]

[The last peach blossom on the branch exploded and shattered into petals all over the sky, "After all, it is not natural."]

[He attacked again, and the seven sword intentions collapsed like hundreds of rivers returning to the sea, and finally condensed into a pure true meaning of extinction, which slowly condensed into a black bead.]

[As the peach branch trembled, Mr. Er waved his hand and a black bead shot out.]

[Pitch-black tornadoes rise from the void, each carrying the power to devour the world. You watch helplessly as the energy around you is torn into it like a hundred birds flying into the forest, and even the light is distorted in this storm of annihilation.]

[“Be careful.” The young man in white suddenly let go of the peach branch. The entire pond was instantly uprooted, and the three tornadoes collided with each other when they expanded to their maximum—]

【The world became silent, as if it had lost its sound.】

[This was followed by an explosion that annihilated everything.]

[The Buddha's golden body around you is shaking violently, and the bluestone under your feet is cracking. If it weren't for the second master's sword energy weaving a barrier and restraining himself, the whole dream would have been shattered at this moment. ]

[The surroundings were in a mess, but after a while, they slowly returned to their original state.]

【This is also the power of recovery of Peach Blossom Spring. 】

[When the storm gradually subsided, you found that your sleeves had turned to ashes.] [The suction force just now almost broke the protective qi of the ninth realm warrior, and you are still not in the center of the storm.]

[“This is the Heaven-level Maha.” Mr. Er walked over the calmed water, “It is the most powerful sword in this world. There is no way to go any further.”]

[Mr. Er suddenly inserted a peach branch into the water, and the ten-mile smoke instantly evaporated. "One more step and you will be a sword that cannot be tolerated in this world."]

[You stare at the gradually dissipating black storm, and the seven sword intentions in your sea of ​​consciousness flow like star tracks. Suddenly you realize that the so-called "combination" is not a simple superposition, but a seamless integration like the rotation of yin and yang.]

[If they are united, they form a circle, and you feel something in your heart... It is indeed a wonderful idea. ]

【Mr. Er saw that you seemed to be shocked, and walked back slowly with his hands behind his back, saying, "This is the Heaven-level Moko that I realized when I was twenty years old. At that time, I felt that I could dominate the world with it... Even a grandmaster would have to avoid its edge..."】

【When he saw you didn't reply, he turned around and suddenly felt a familiar breath. 】

【"Um?"】

[I saw a black round bead floating in your palm, but you were still not proficient. Although it shattered in an instant like dew, the true meaning of annihilation had already taken shape. Xie Guan seemed to sigh and muttered to himself, "It seems that it still doesn't work!"]

[Xie Guan gathers his strength again, a black bead that devours light actually beats in your palm like a living thing——]

[The young man in white stood there in shock, coughed, and the words he was about to say were stuck. He realized that it would only take Xie Guan four or five times to learn this "Heavenly Level Mo Ke".]

[This kid’s talent… is quite similar to mine!]

[In a blink of an eye, thirty more sword marks appeared on the date-recording peach wood. Thirty days have passed.]

[As the sword tip hummed softly, a pitch-black round bead condensed on the tip of the sword, flowing endlessly like black jade.]

[You waved your hand casually, and three tornadoes of annihilation rose up, and the sky and the earth suddenly became dark——]

[The afterglow of the setting sun was torn into pieces, and the peach blossoms in the sky turned into a black storm. ]

[You have drained away the vitality of the entire Peach Blossom Spring with just one sword, and even the bottom of the pond is visible in an instant.]

[The sword finger turned lightly, and the three tornadoes moved as if the arm was moving the finger. ]

[When you flick your fingers, the roar of destruction explodes!]

[“My fish!” The young man in white suddenly appeared by the pond, and three wisps of sword energy shot out from his sleeves, accurately catching the leaping koi.]

[When the storm clears, he glances at you and says, "It's not so bad, but it's within the realm of Heaven-level Moko."]

[You took a rare break, not rushing to practice, and grilled fish with Mr. Er by the lake.]

[As the charcoal fire crackles, you turn your sword-wielding wrist slightly, and fish scales fall like snowflakes—your knife skills are even more skillful than that second gentleman.]

[Mr. Er raised his eyebrows and watched you cut the fish body into peony-shaped pieces, cut into the fish belly, and took out the internal organs.]

[You whispered, "I was used to watching the kitchen when I was young. After my mother passed away, I became familiar with everything, whether it was cooking, preparing dishes, or even sewing."]

[Mr. Er lies on his back on the green grass, his arms resting behind his head, looking at the clouds and whispering: "What's the big deal? My father and mother will travel far after death... from the white mountains and black waters to the ends of the earth in the far north."]

[His voice gradually melted into the wind, "Life is like a long journey, isn't it?"]

[You lie down like him, your tense mind suddenly relaxes, and you fall into a deep sleep.]

[Mr. Er glanced at your peaceful sleeping face and raised his lips slightly. He raised his hand and gently brushed it, and a piece of peach blossom just happened to cover your eyes and block the twilight.]

[He looked at everything in the Peach Blossom Spring and whispered, "Ah Hong, tell me, what are you doing for? You said you are a guest from heaven, a stranger... but you persuaded the third brother and even destroyed yourself. What is the reason for this?"]

[Time passed in the blink of an eye, and thirty more sword marks appeared on the peach wood.]

[Now that you and Mr. Er have been fighting with swords, you have been able to fight for more than 400 rounds purely with sword moves without relying on cultivation. After the Yang Shen was completed, your thoughts became clearer and clearer, and you were able to hold on for more than 600 moves. This is something you did not expect.]

[“After I glimpsed the realm of heaven and man, I summed up my life and realized that my so-called destiny was just confined to this world.”]

[“In the final analysis, it is still a technique, so I realized the ninth sword from my life, and it seems that he kept it for you.” The second gentleman’s voice came slowly, especially the last sentence.]

【You are not only a little confused, "Is this what I have realized?"】

[Mr. Er just smiled, "I only have the sword's will, I don't have his complete memory, so I don't know the details."]

[He condensed a long sword, and a mysterious sword intent emerged among the thousands of light points, "The ninth sword is called - Falling into the Red Dust and Forgetting the Previous Body."]

[After hearing this, you can’t help but freeze, “Falling into the mortal world… forgetting your previous life.”]

[Mr. Er laughed and said, "With one strike of the sword, cause and effect are reversed, the previous incarnation is annihilated, and the current incarnation is destroyed."]

[When he raised his eyes, his gaze seemed to penetrate the nine layers of heaven, "I don't know, after ascending, can this sword intent roam freely in the universe where the immortals are?"]

[A long voice, but no one can answer!]

~

In the camp of the Red Eye Army, flags fluttered.

A man wearing a monkey head mask, thin and dressed in plain white.

"Geeky!"

There was a little golden-haired monkey on its shoulder, holding a big macaque and taking a big bite out of it.

Surprisingly, the patrolling soldiers turned a blind eye to the man and the monkey in plain sight and allowed them to march straight in.

Just like that, they entered the camp of the Red Eye Army.

Inside the Central Army Tent!
The Red-Eyed Heavenly King Ban Sheng sat high on the chair with his eyes slightly closed. Even though he knew the identity of Master Wuhuan, he remained the same as before.

Karasuma sat at a seat on the next step, taking it easy.

The two seemed to know that someone was coming and looked outside the tent together.

A breeze blew in, and there was an extra person and a monkey in the tent.

Karasuma raised the corners of his lips and smiled faintly: "I thought you would come earlier."

Ban Sheng glanced up and down at the person who came and he knew clearly in his mind - he had a monkey face and plain clothes, and was accompanied by a golden monkey. Who else could he be dressed like this except the most mysterious "storyteller" among the ten sects in the world?

The voice behind the storyteller's mask sounded, "Greetings, Master, the Red-Eyed Heavenly King."

"I was delayed on the way, so I went to see Li Qingniu..."

The Master showed a little curiosity, "Li Qingniu from Mount Zhongnan?"

The storyteller sat leisurely on a chair beside him, "He is also a foreigner..."

“It just seems like he hasn’t woken up yet!
(End of this chapter)