Embers of Sword

Chapter 602 The Great Dao River
On the shores of Beihai, billions of silvery clouds are reflected in the water.

As Tang Fengshu broke through the Yang God realm and the embryo of the Great Dao solidified, a female celestial deity statue appeared behind him. These divine rays eventually transformed into strands of silver hairpins, all of which fell into the embrace of the female celestial deity.

Tang Fengshu took a step forward and came to Chen Jingxuan's side.

The female celestial being was on par with the scholar in the blue robe.

With the advancement completed and the great calamity over... the pressure on the Nine Bright Phoenix Fire Refining Void Array decreased sharply.

Tang Fengshu looked up at the majestic Thunder Pool in the sky.

In the previous battle on the back mountain, her body was directly suppressed by this Thunder Pool, rendering her unable to move.

Today is not what it used to be.

Tang Fengshu stretched out his palm, and the female celestial being aimed at the majestic Thunder Pool and pressed out with her palm.

boom--

Amidst the trembling of heaven and earth, the Thunder Pool slowly rose.

Chongkan frowned.

He realized something was wrong; he seemed unable to suppress the enemy with just the Thunder Pool as before!
"Truly a scourge."

Chongkan said expressionlessly, "If I had known, I would have just killed you directly in the back mountain."

"The real scourge is you..."

Tang Fengshu spoke slowly, "If Master comes out of seclusion and sees the current state of the Daoist sect, he will definitely not spare you."

"What do you know..."

Chongkan shook his head and said coldly, "Compared to the prosperous era to come, what does it matter if the Daoist sect loses the fortune of a dragon vein?"

"Today I rid my master of this scourge—"

Tang Fengshu gave a low shout, took a step forward, and took the initiative to attack. The female celestial being summoned the silver whisk from her bosom and cleaved it down, transforming it into a majestic long river. This was the killing technique passed down solely by the Tianxia Zhai lineage! Within this long river, countless scales of light appeared, all of which were the Daoist intents passed down for thousands of years. At this moment, they were gathered together by the Daoist intent, complex and unified!

This long river contains a mixture of precious techniques and numerous Daoist ideas!

"kill!!!"

This female celestial being possessed an extremely strong killing intent.

Chongkan originally intended to use the power of his Dharma form to receive the blow that swept away the dust of the Dao River.

Just as the black-robed dharma image raised its sleeve, preparing to strike with its palm, dozens of shimmering golden threads suddenly flashed and appeared. These golden threads seemed to have been suspended there all along, waiting for the black-robed dharma image to touch them before suddenly tightening. The golden threads pulled, and the black-robed dharma image's energy was immediately blocked!
"...The Golden Thread of Destiny?"

Chongkan's pupils contracted, and he subconsciously looked towards the end of the golden line.

Chen Jingxuan stood in the center of the Phoenix Fire Array, his expression calm as he met the gaze of the Grand Master. At this moment, hundreds or even thousands of thin, narrow, dim golden rays flowed from his sleeves. These rays were difficult to detect, silently pouring into the North Sea. They seemed to dissolve, but in reality, they branched out on the seabed, spreading wildly in all directions.

The Nine Bright Phoenix Fire Formation he set up seemed to confine the battlefield to a range of a hundred feet.

But this is just an illusion.

The real battlefield was the "Golden Thread Cage" that Chen Jingxuan had set up in advance, which was several miles in circumference.

The entire reed marshland along the North Sea coast is enclosed in cages.

Where the Phoenix Fire cannot reach, the golden threads of destiny are everywhere.

No time to think.

Grand Master Chongkan could only use his physical body to fight. He raised his palm and collided with the whisk-wielding Dao River.

boom!
A powerful aura erupted, and in an instant, heaven and earth were overturned.

The black-robed Grand Master's feet were deeply embedded in the mud, and reeds scattered like snowflakes. The female Celestial Venerable's whisk struck with considerable force; Tang Fengshu wished he could shatter the Grand Master's skull and body with a single blow. Under the nourishment of the Great Dao River, the images of ancient Daoist sages and saints emerged.

"Taoist Technique: Five Thunderbolts Suppress the Mountain!"

"Taoist Arts, Myriad Clouds Gather at the Origin!"

"Taoist arts, flowing clouds sweep across the sky!"

"Taoist Technique, Azure Dragon Bind!"

"Taoist arts..."

Over the years, among all the fasting practices of the Taoist school, Tianxiazhai has always ranked first.

The "first place" here doesn't just refer to being number one in combat strength.

Becoming the "Master of the World" is several times, even ten times, more difficult than becoming a master of the world!
The arts of killing, the arts of weapon forging, the arts of drawing talismans, the arts of observing qi, the arts of controlling thunder, the arts of the Seven Schools of Taoism... almost everyone in the world has to practice them.

The other seven schools each have their own emphasis on techniques and principles, to varying degrees. But the "principle" of Tianxia School consists of only one word.

The Way is the Way.

The name of Tianxiazhai is derived from this; the master of Tianxiazhai naturally cultivates the way of the world.

"Well……"

Grand Master Chongkan took the blow with his bare body, blood spilling from the corner of his lips. The Daoist wisdom of past Daoist sages mingled with the long river of the Great Dao, pouring into his body.

He seemed somewhat dazed.

at this moment.

Chongkan felt the long-lost presence of his senior brother.

This was the feeling he had when he fought his senior brother several years ago.

The Great Dao River Treasure Technique of Tianxiazhai left a very deep shadow in his heart.

Now, sixty years have passed.

The magic trick has been revived.

The nightmare... also reappeared.

This was a strike from a difference of several major realms. Even though he was ahead in realm, Chongkan was still suppressed by this great river of power for a moment. In that instant, the ground collapsed, the mud sank, and his entire body fell uncontrollably into the ground.

Golden light surged!

Chongkan glanced down, his expression extremely grim.

Countless golden threads of destiny crisscrossed and intertwined, densely packed and interwoven, like a vast net woven from sharp blades, already laid out in the muddy abyss, waiting for its descent...

The real killer move is not the magic technique or the long river of the Dao.

It is Chen Jingxuan's Heavenly Fate Golden Thread!

"Stab!"

Chongkan quickly stopped his fall, but he still couldn't avoid touching the golden thread. His expression was cold as he forcibly shifted his body to turn around, and then stretched out his palm to slap the golden thread!
He originally intended to use the remaining Dao intent within his body to directly shatter the golden threads.

But I never expected this.

These taut, suspended golden lines not only embody the essence of Tao, but are also extremely resilient.

He struck down with his palm, but instead of shattering the gold thread, he did so.

Instead, the physical body was broken.

The golden thread pierced the palm, and a series of scalding blood droplets slid down into the muddy abyss.

"Humph!"

Chongkan snorted coldly.

It doesn't matter that I couldn't capture the broken gold thread.

That instant of contact was enough for him to use the momentum to get up.

The black robe returned from the ground, and the Great Dao River Technique only suppressed him for three breaths before being shaken off. The silver threads of the whisk scattered all over the ground, and Tang Fengshu looked somewhat pale. After all, the difference in their cultivation levels was too great. For her to be able to suppress him for three breaths was already a great success.

"pity……"

Chen Jingxuan stared at the black-robed Grand Master, a hint of regret appearing on his face.

This tactic failed to achieve its goal.

Chen Jingxuan knew, of course, that it was impossible to kill a person at the eighth level of the Yang God realm by relying solely on trickery like the golden thread...

However, this attack, which had all the advantages of timing, location, and popular support, only managed to cut Chongkan's palm, which was truly regrettable.

That's all the cards we have up our sleeve for this battle.

Use one, and you'll have one less.

The Phoenix Fire Array is the revealed card, while the golden thread is the hidden card...

The golden thread of destiny, buried beneath the reeds, has now been exposed.

The "Great Dao River" technique, which has already been used once, is unlikely to achieve the same effect as before.

(End of this chapter)