The Eternal Calamity of the Heaven-shading

Chapter 170 Tai Chi
The 108th Holy City on the Human Race’s Trial Road, where the geniuses of all races in the universe gather.

Compared with the hustle and bustle in the city, outside the city is an endless void, the stars are dim, and it is as quiet as the abyss.

At the end of the ancient road, Daode looked at the Heaven Burial Island in the chaotic sea of fog, with a trace of melancholy in his eyes.

In fact, there are many people who share the same idea as him, who don't want to do anything but just want to take a look.

I saw countless figures standing in the air, all looking into the distance.

There, a huge and strange island is suspended in the starry sky, with nine dragons pulling a coffin. It is majestic, ancient and mysterious, and exudes a suffocating sense of oppression.

Everyone was silent, only the sound of heartbeats echoed in the void. In their eyes, emotions such as awe, longing, and fear flashed one after another, and their minds were complicated.

This island is both a taboo of the universe and an opportunity for all living beings. No one dares to enter without permission, because if they are not careful, they will offend the supreme existence inside, just like the Jinwu Quasi-Tianzun a few days ago.

"Forget it, the sermon will begin soon, just be patient and wait for a while." Daode said to himself.

Just when he was about to return to the Holy City, a divine thought suddenly came, shaking the sea of stars.

"Wait a minute, Taoist friend. I think you look like an ancient person, but I wonder if you are related to him?"

Hearing this, Daode was startled and stopped.

Without keeping Daode waiting for long, the owner of the divine consciousness quickly came over. It was Wei Feng, whom he had met in the Heavenly Palace not long ago.

His appearance caused quite a stir, and countless eyes came towards him, including old men, middle-aged strong men, and young female cultivators, all looking over here.

The reason is that Wei Feng has been in the limelight recently. Although his cultivation is only at the sixth level of the Saint King, he had just defeated eight Saint Kings at the peak of their powers on the trial road not long ago. His combat power is astonishing, which made some quasi-celestial masters praise him highly.

People speculate that if Wuliang Tianzun had not been preparing to preach, he would most likely not have come into the world, but would have continued to seal himself and participated in the competition for the position of Tianzun in future generations.

Now, it is really surprising that such a prominent focus would take the initiative to find an ordinary old saint.

"Brother Daoist Wei Feng, do you have something to talk to an old man like me about?" Daode looked at him calmly.

Wei Feng narrowed his eyes and smiled, saying, "Your appearance is exactly the same as the one recorded in a certain ancient map. Maybe it is the one I know, so I want to verify it."

During the conversation, a terrifying pressure that belonged only to the Saint King swept over. Although there was no obvious fluctuation of divine power, it caused the faces of many saints nearby to change.

Wei Feng glanced at Daode and found that his face was very calm and he didn't react at all.

At this point, Wei Feng finally confirmed Daode's identity and said solemnly: "Senior Daode is indeed not an ordinary person. No wonder my master has always been concerned about him. He was quite regretful that he could not fight with all his strength back then."

Hearing this, Daode finally frowned and immediately asked, "Who is your master?"

"I hope Senior Daode knows that my teacher is Changsheng Tianzun!"

As Wei Feng spoke, a dazzling sword light flashed from his fingertips.

“Zheng!”, “Zheng!”, “Zheng!”

The sword energy was like a dragon, and the fierce murderous intent contained in it was terrifying, cutting the distant big star into pieces like a devastating blow.

Many people, even watching from afar, still couldn't bear it, and felt the icy cold piercing into their bones. Facing such sword light, cultivators below the level of Great Sage must take it seriously, as the slightest carelessness could lead to disaster.

"The sword of killing intent, the disaster comes from Changsheng... You are Qingyu's disciple, and he also achieved enlightenment and became the Heavenly Venerable?" Daode whispered.

"Qingyu, could it be Master's former name?"

Hearing this, Wei Feng was somewhat surprised and suspicious.

As a disciple who entered the sect later, he did not know the past of Changsheng Tianzun. The reason why he knew Daode was because he found Daode's portrait in the Xianling Sutra Storage by chance. The person who could be remembered by Changsheng Tianzun must not be an ordinary person, so Wei Feng silently memorized Daode, and did not expect to find him at the last stage of the human race trial road.

"I am honored to be remembered by the Immortal Lord, but as you can see, I am just an ordinary saint, nothing special."

Daode sighed, then turned around and prepared to leave, not wanting to get entangled any further.

Wei Feng sneered, waved his hand, and said, "Senior Daode, please stop. It is a pity that my master was unable to fight with you back then. Now, as your disciple, I would like to learn from you. I hope you can teach me."

After these words came out, Daode's face changed slightly, and he said helplessly: "Are you sure you want to pester an old man like me?"

"When practicing Taoism, age is not important, realm is the most important." Wei Feng looked indifferent, not caring at all, and said to Daode casually: "At most, I can suppress my own cultivation and fight with the same realm, which is not considered bullying the senior."

"Ah, it really is a lineage!"

Daode sighed, as if he remembered the cold-faced killer from many years ago.

"Go ahead. I haven't exercised for many years."

Hearing this, Wei Feng clenched his fists, his eyes burning with a burning desire to fight, like a beast ready to attack, eager to tear the prey in front of him apart.

"Then senior, please be careful!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Wei Feng was in front of him in an instant, and the bright sword light cut through the sky and went straight towards Daode.

The sword light contained endless murderous intent and sharpness, as if it wanted to cut him in half.

Daode stepped on the void, his hands slowly moving, as if he was drawing an invisible Tai Chi diagram. Facing the sharp sword light, he did not block it head-on, but slightly turned his body, gently guided his hands, and the sword light was like a drop in the ocean, dissolved into nothingness by a gentle force.

The invisible Tao and principles are intertwined, revealing the terrifying in the ordinary.

"Your murderous intent is far from being as pure as that of Fellow Daoist Qingyu!" Daode spoke lightly, his voice was like a breeze blowing on your face, but it carried an unquestionable majesty.

Wei Feng snorted coldly, and his eyes showed even more fighting spirit.

Then, his figure flashed and turned into a residual image. The sword light was like rain, covering the morality like an overwhelming force. Each sword was extremely sharp.

Daode remained calm and composed, his steps light and his figure shuttled through the sword light like a dragon. His hands were constantly moving, and the power of Tai Chi circulated around his body, dissolving Wei Feng's attacks one by one.

Miso miso miso!
Golden clouds filled the sky, breaking through the clouds. Layer after layer of array patterns emerged from the walls of the holy city, flew over, intertwined in the void, and turned into a protective formation.

After all, it is a confrontation between two saints. Without these formations, it would cause great damage.

The battle between Daode and Wei Feng was fierce, and sparks flew from the beginning, like a blooming mist in a prosperous era, gorgeous and beautiful. And this power itself is extremely terrifying, capable of killing all living things.

The fight between the two was so fast, Wei Feng's sword and the secret art of morality collided with the void. It was a confrontation between strands of divine chains of order, and was accompanied by various strange phenomena such as the evolution of heaven and earth and the fall of all spirits.

Many saints gathered around, their hearts pounding. This level of battle was beyond the level of saints.

Some Saint Kings also looked grim. They found that even if they brought themselves in, they could only last for a few dozen rounds at most. Wei Feng was worthy of being from the Immortal Tomb. His sword intent was too terrifying.

"Who is that old saint? Why haven't I heard of him before? He was able to fight with Wei Feng to this extent."

"I don't know. Maybe it was a great man from the past. His magic was very strange and the sword of killing intent of Wei Feng was dissolved."

"No way, it's actually him!"

(End of this chapter)