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

Chapter 523 The Dust of Heaven and Earth, the Three-Foot Sword: I'm a kind person!
Nine figures stood in mid-air, their immense pressure enveloping the entire bamboo forest.

They entered Xiaoqingfeng territory as if it were their own backyard.

One of them stood with his hands behind his back, leisurely surveying the surrounding scenery. "Back then, the landscape layout of Xiaoqing Peak was unparalleled, even Qiyun Peak was not inferior."

Another person chimed in, his tone laced with disdain: "Now you can't even muster a cultivator at the Dragon Court Realm."

The bamboo grove rustled, as if in silent protest.

Among the nine, a woman looked towards the back mountain and suddenly chuckled, "It is said that seventeen hundred years ago, even the sect leader himself had to wait outside this bamboo forest to announce his arrival."

"Today, the doors are wide open, allowing us to come and go as we please."

Nie Qingzhu watched the conversation between the three people above her. Although the nine people had blurred their voices with the technique of transmitting sound over a thousand miles, they deliberately made sure that every word was clearly transmitted throughout the entire mountain.

Their conversation was crystal clear and echoed throughout Xiaoqingfeng.

A cold snort came from the clouds: "It is our duty to wipe out the remnants of the demonic sect."

Before the words were even finished, the protective bamboo array let out a mournful cry, "This is not something we're discussing with you."

Jiang Yingxue, though physically present, calmly observed the nine people.

The nine people said nothing more and broke through the great formation in the bamboo forest.

We must break into that cave.

Just at this time.

Above the night sky, the full moon hung high, its cool moonlight pouring down like frost, making the entire Xiaoqing Peak seem to be immersed in a silvery glow.

The moonlight streaming into the room evokes a refined pleasure, prompting one to "happily set out for a stroll."

Fangcun Mountain is a blessed land, with spring-like weather all year round, and has never been disturbed by strong winds and sudden rain.

A gentle breeze was blowing, and the bamboo shadows were swaying. It should have been a peaceful and serene scene, but suddenly—

"That is……?"

Of the nine people, one looked up at the sky.

Suddenly a black dot appeared, slowly rotating, like ink dripping into water, gradually spreading out.

The leader frowned slightly, and his divine sense suddenly spread out, but it was like a mud ox entering the sea; the surroundings were empty, and he could not detect anything unusual.

The black dot suddenly expanded, transforming into a deep vortex suspended in the sky, like the mouth of an abyss, silently devouring the pressure released by the nine people.

Nie Qingzhu felt a lightness all over her body and staggered to her feet, struggling to support her heavily injured body.

She looked up at the eerie black hole above the bamboo forest, her pupils suddenly contracting—

"Senior Brother Nian!"

There was no joy in that call, only barely concealed anxiety.

The last time he forced his way out, he damaged Senior Brother Nian's foundation. If he were to forcefully unleash his sword intent again today, I'm afraid he wouldn't live much longer.

A soft sigh came from among the nine people: "Nian Wubei, why did you come here?"

There was a hint of regret in the voice, "With your current injuries, if you force yourself to unleash your sword intent, you'll probably be exhausted today."

The bamboo forest was silent, with only the black hole slowly rotating.

No one answered; only the moonlight was swallowed up inch by inch, as if even heaven and earth were holding their breath for this silent confrontation.

Nine people stood in mid-air, their expressions calm.

They were all cultivators of the Dragon Court Realm, and two of them had even reached the late stage of the Dragon Court Realm. How could they possibly take Nian Wubei seriously when he was still recovering from old injuries and barely maintaining the perfect Heavenly Gate Realm?

What kind of trouble can they possibly stir up!
A soft laugh suddenly came from the horizon, drifting on the wind, appearing and disappearing intermittently.

The technique of transmitting sound over long distances sent the sound to every corner of Xiaoqing Peak.

"How lamentable—"

"pity!"

One of the nine people snorted coldly, his tone chilling: "Nian Wubei, I spared your life last time out of consideration for our shared sect."

His sleeves fluttered, revealing his murderous intent. "Don't be reckless."

"If it weren't for the order in the mountains, I really would believe that you alone could scare away the three of us. What are you regretting..."

Just now.

Under the bright moonlight, a glittering white spot suddenly appeared, like snow falling into an inkwell, slowly flowing around the deep black hole.

One black and one white, one swallowing and one spitting out, like the rotation of yin and yang, mysterious and unpredictable.

The leader of the nine frowned slightly upon seeing this, a hint of surprise in his eyes.

Nie Qingzhu's expression changed drastically. She remembered that her senior brother Nian had only comprehended the Dao of repelling the sword in "Taiyuan Yiyang Sword". When did he also comprehend the Dao of swallowing the sword?

The records state that if the "Sword Swallowing" and "Sword Repelling" are used simultaneously, they are forbidden swords.

Even Jiang Yingxue's avatar, who had remained as still as ice, couldn't help but shrink its pupils slightly at this moment.

Above the heavens, that ethereal voice rang out once more, carrying an indescribable desolation:

"It's a pity. Since I started learning swordsmanship, this sword should have been used to slay demons, but instead it has to be used to slay you rats. It's a shame."

"Stop talking nonsense, watch me break you with one hand."

The one who had just knocked down Du Yu from the Cold Pool among the nine people made another move, his palm suddenly bursting with intense golden light.

The terrifying heat distorted the air, condensing it into a lifelike giant dragon of fire, its head held high, its scorching breath instantly burning the surrounding bamboo leaves to ashes.

The voice came again, sounding somewhat nostalgic.

"I remember Xie Guan, who shattered the void with his martial arts thousands of years ago, left behind a message when he ascended to immortality."

"I have a sword, and I ask Heaven and Earth to answer."

"Today, I too have a three-foot sword, weathered by time; please, all of you, give your answers."

As the last word was spoken.

The black and white holes in the sky suddenly accelerated their rotation, and the spiritual energy of heaven and earth surged wildly.

The spiritual energy of the entire Xiaoqing Peak was instantly swallowed up.

The world fell silent, as if bowing down to some supreme being.

The nine people couldn't help but look up.

Suddenly, a long, slender hand seemed to emerge from the bright moon.

Suddenly, it opened its mouth wide and grasped the spinning black and white pieces, as if holding two chess pieces.

Then, press down with your backhand.

The heavens and earth roared, the sonic boom was deafening, and then there was complete silence.

"boom--"

It seemed to be a deafening roar that sank the back of Xiaoqing Peak.

A fierce wind swept through, flattening a bamboo grove and creating a massive, barren crater hundreds of feet deep.

Nine figures fell like kites with broken strings. Seven of them were already unconscious, their protective magic treasures were shattered, and their tattered clothes were scattered among the remnants of spiritual artifacts.

The person who had just conjured the fire dragon was in the worst condition, with a gaping hole the size of a bowl in his chest, barely clinging to life.

Only two powerful figures at the late stage of the Dragon Court remained standing, their Taoist robes torn and their hair ornaments scattered.

They exhausted their life's cultivation and drained the spiritual energy from every protective magic treasure in order to barely survive.

At this moment, his hair was disheveled, his face was covered in blood, and he looked extremely disheveled.

The voice drifted down from the sky, speaking softly:
"Like killing a chicken."

Upon hearing this, one of the white-haired old men felt a sweet taste in his throat and spat out a mouthful of blood. His withered hands trembled violently, but he ultimately dared not utter a single word of dissent.

If their opponents hadn't held back, they would have perished.

Nie Qingzhu stared blankly at the scene before her, her eyes filled with disbelief.

Even Jiang Yingxue's avatar was shocked by this.
In the blink of an eye, the cultivators of the Nine Dragon Courts were defeated.

Nie Qingzhu's fingertips trembled slightly as she stroked her cheek, as if to confirm that the scene before her was not a dream.

"Is this really my Little Green Peak's 'Taiyuan Yiyang Sword'?"

Her voice was strained, and even her breathing became cautious. "How could there be such earth-shattering power?"

The woman in white, whose eyes were usually as calm as still water, suddenly stirred with emotion as she murmured.

"Could it be that Xiao Qingfeng's record is true, that the Emperor's Ancestor comprehended this sword at the age of seven hundred?"

"With this sword, I am invincible in the Central Plains of Yuzhou."

The moment their eyes met, they both saw the same shock in each other's eyes. Could it be that Senior Brother Nian, who had been in seclusion for years and seemed to be on his last legs, had been hiding his true strength for the past century?

"Senior Brother Nian, you are truly...unfathomable!"

"Clang-"

A clear sound of a long sword falling to the ground echoed from the edge of the cold pool.

Du Yu sat paralyzed in a pool of blood, severely injured, yet completely oblivious to the pain, staring blankly at the lingering sword intent in the sky.

He trembled all over, his chapped lips opening and closing several times before he managed to squeeze out a broken murmur: "So...this is...the pinnacle of swordsmanship."

The mountain wind whipped up scorched earth, carrying wisps of lingering sword energy that still swirled between heaven and earth.

The forms of the Black and White Caves have disappeared.

Only the bright moon continues to shine for millennia.

But the chilling sword energy that touched their skin just now made everyone's hearts burn with warmth.

suddenly!

The voice came again, each word as cold as ice:
"Want to ascend Little Green Peak? Let's see if you can withstand this sword strike—"

Before she could finish speaking, Nie Qingzhu suddenly looked up.

"Zheng!"

A sword light, interwoven with black and white, rose from the ground, like yin and yang hanging upside down, tearing through the sky!
Wherever the sword energy passed, the sea of ​​clouds split in two, and the world suddenly brightened and darkened, as if day and night alternated within the span of this one sword strike.

No one can rival its power!

~

"No way, have these people lost their minds? Why aren't they running away?"

【"puppet……?"】

"It was 1700 years later, and the cultivator had damaged his brain from the process."

[Ant Master was completely dumbfounded. He transformed into a flying ant and landed on your shoulder, complaining, "Brother Nian, you've already unleashed the Dharma form of the 'Taiyuan One Yang Sword,' what are they still standing there for?"]

"They didn't know that once this black hundred-fold Dharma form was unleashed, this place would become a land of utter annihilation."

[This is also the first time you've fully unleashed this sword; you didn't expect it to have such power. Fortunately, you held back half of it, not waiting for the "Repel" and "Swallow" swords to fully form.]

Otherwise, there would be nine corpses below.

The reason these nine people lost so decisively was because they had never seen the "Taiyuan Yiyang Sword," and what they had just witnessed was one of the killing techniques recorded within it—"Yin Yang Reversal."

In other words... you still have nine more of that kind of deadly move.

[Although Master Ant said so, he felt a growing fear towards you. Your mastery of the Taiyuan Yiyang Sword is so refined, almost on par with the Emperor of the Capital in his prime.]

The "Brother Nian" he called out earlier sounded strained, but this time it carried a hint of warmth.

In the eyes of true spirits, strength reigns supreme; age and seniority are irrelevant.

"Brother Nian, shouldn't you leave now?"

You smiled and said, "Of course!"

Just as Ant Master was about to activate his escape light and rush out of the blessed land of Fangcun Mountain, he suddenly heard you say:

"Fellow Daoist Ant, wait a moment."

"Today, fellow Daoist and I have hit it off immediately. How can I let you suffer such a defeat? Wouldn't that be a loss of face?"

"I offer you these two swords as a parting gift, wishing you a safe journey, fellow Daoist."

"Riding the wind, soaring across the vast sky, looking down upon the mountains and rivers."

Ant-Man's eyes lit up.

[You have already declared loudly, "Want to ascend Little Green Peak? Let's see if you can withstand this sword strike—"]

[Then, he held back with this sword strike.]

The sword, black and white, shot straight to the heavens, instantly shattering the Fangcun Mountain formation.

[Ant Master laughed heartily and followed the sword light.]

"Young friend, farewell. Having witnessed your remarkable talent today, I, Old Ant, am determined to be your friend."

"When the old ant returns to its old nest in the Easternmost Azure Continent, let its offspring spread your glorious name day and night."

You watched the departing figure of Ant Master and smiled softly.

The matter has been resolved; Fellow Daoist Ant's expense was not in vain.

This transaction ultimately concluded with the payment of money and goods, and both parties getting what they wanted.

[You activated the Jade Emperor's Aura Observation Technique, and saw the eighteen peaks of Fangcun Mountain.]

Whether outer disciples or elders of various peaks, everyone stopped and looked up at the awe-inspiring sword intent that still trembled in the sky.

[Especially the disciples of Xiaoqing Peak spread the news with great joy, discussing it amongst themselves.]

You smiled, the matter concluded, and the azure clouds beneath your feet condensed into azure sword shuttles. You activated your sword-escaping technique, preparing to return to the Spirit Garden.

But on the road, they encountered the elderly.

The old man was staring in astonishment towards the back of Xiaoqingfeng Mountain.

Then, I watched you fall gently.

He had already reported today that someone had infiltrated the back mountain, and he was prepared to fight to the death.

[But that earth-shattering sword strike came and went even faster, instantly draining the spiritual energy of the entire Little Green Peak, forcing him to stop.]

The old man squinted and looked you up and down: "Young Jing, you weren't the one who made that commotion just now, were you?"

He paused, his voice tinged with disbelief: "Just what level have you reached now?"

"You didn't actually go to the True Dragon Court, did you?"

You smiled at the old man, blinked, and said, "Old man, don't talk nonsense. This wasn't just your heroic act."

"You saved Xiao Qingfeng from dire straits; old man, have you been hiding your true intentions?"

"These little green hawks are all carried on your shoulders."

[Nian Wubei was full of doubt and was about to speak when suddenly a streak of light flashed from the depths of the bamboo forest—]

Nie Qingzhu arrived gracefully, riding on a jade magic weapon, her joy barely concealed: "Senior Brother Nian, you truly are a hidden master!"

She spoke rapidly, her eyes filled with reverence: "I never imagined that Senior Brother had already grasped the true meaning of the Sword Devouring Technique. Truly, our peak is fortunate!"

"No wonder Master said back then that Senior Brother Nian was capable of great things."

"The Peak Master will soon emerge from seclusion and will come to express his gratitude in person."

She turned to leave, saying, "Junior Sister, please go and appease the disciples on the peak first. I'll ask Senior Brother for guidance another day!"

As Nie Qingzhu was leaving, she looked at you behind Nian Wubei.

You did bow slightly as a greeting.

Nian Wubei opened his mouth, but in the end he only stroked his beard in a profound manner and nodded slightly.

[After Nie Qingzhu has gone far away, I turn and glare at you.]

"It's all your fault, you brat!"

Although he had heard Nie Qingzhu confirm it, he still couldn't believe that you had not only reached the Dragon Court level in cultivation, but had also completely mastered the "Taiyuan Yiyang Sword."

You quickly gave a thumbs-up and praised, "Old man, you're truly righteous."

[Nian Wubei was amused by your words.]

"That's enough, that's enough."

"This old man has lived most of his life, and he's confident that his eyes haven't misjudged anyone. But why is he taking the blame for you again?"

[You conjure a jade box from your storage bag as if it were a precious treasure, saying, "Old man, this is a gift from your humble servant."]

[Upon opening, a lustrous pill lay in the palm of the hand, its patterns coiling like dragons—it was none other than the unassuming item among the many treasures obtained from the Ant Daoist, a thousand-year-old rare immortal-grade "Mysterious Marrow Cleansing Pill."]

"What a rare find! Where did you get this, kid?!"

"I met a kind person on the street just now who begged me to give him a ride; he wouldn't leave unless I did."

"I'm a kind person!"

[I'll never believe it when I'm old.]

(End of this chapter)