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Chapter 388 Double Pupils Open Heaven and Earth, Since Ancient Times, There Has Never Been a Defeat in the Human World (4000)

Boom!

A beam of azure light burst forth, spreading rapidly across the heavens and earth, transforming into an ancient azure seal.

A hazy blue mist lingered, carrying a sense of ethereal tranquility.

At the same time, on the earth, the sea of ​​light surged and churned, rising towards the sky and merging into the blue seal.

At this moment, the Azure Wood Seal was fully activated, as if it had been taken over by the supreme emperor, inheriting the mandate of heaven and covering thousands of miles of rivers and mountains.

Suddenly pressed!

Everything was completed in an instant, giving the enemy little chance to react.

At this moment, the blood-haired old man's expression changed drastically, and he growled:
"How could such power be unleashed from the self-destruction of a mere formation?"

Such an attack was like that of a peak-level True Immortal wielding a malevolent weapon, which horrified him.

In the blink of an eye, bursts of flame erupted from his body, surging towards the sky.

One by one, artifacts flew out of the storage bag to protect themselves, while various mysterious spells burst forth to launch attacks.

Unfortunately, it's useless!
The azure seal pressed down, extinguishing the flames, shattering the artifacts, and even destroying the spells one by one.

Finally, with indescribable power, it was pressed down on the earth.

Rumble!
Amidst the deafening roar, debris flew everywhere, dust billowed, and the heavens and earth shook violently.

After an unknown amount of time, the blue mark dissipated and the radiance vanished.

A hunched figure slowly emerged from the dust, his hoarse laughter echoing through the air.
"A good ambush; we almost capsized in the gutter."

The old man's gray robe was tattered, his red hair was dull, his chest was sunken, and his left palm had disappeared. His aura was much weaker than before, but he had survived.

Zhang Yuanzhu looked at the old man who was walking towards him, his expression as calm as ever, without the slightest change, his palm facing backward.

Bang!

The Emperor's Sword was drawn and faced forward.

"It's just a mutilated body, let's just kill it."

The golden bell in his arms shimmered with array patterns, and an invisible wave spread out in all directions.

The red-haired old man was horrified. His remaining magical power was waning, his physical body was decaying, and his cultivation level was declining.

The young man took a few steps closer to the old man, raised his arm, and brought it down with a thunderous crash.

The sword flashed, its sharpness fully revealed, carrying the most resolute killing intent.

Stab it!

An arm fell to the shoulder, and blood gushed out.

"Zhang Yuanzhu, die!"

The old man roared, stretched out his one arm, and clenched his five fingers to smash forward.

Violent and ferocious!
At the same time, layers of blazing flames erupted from its body, compressed and converged, and transformed into a river that surged forth.

Zhang Yuanzhu brandished the Emperor Sword in his hand, like a swimming dragon, cutting through the flames and blocking the fist imprint.

Within a small space, two figures, one in gray and one in red, clashed at lightning speed.

The sound of metal clashing rang out continuously, causing ripples to appear in the hundreds of miles of space.

After a brief exchange, the red-haired elder roughly deduced the reason why his cultivation level was constantly declining.

The old man repeatedly mustered his remaining strength, trying to retreat, create distance, and recover his strength, but he was relentlessly entangled.

Time passed second by second, and the two traversed thousands of miles of rivers and mountains, fighting each other to the point of madness.

Before long, blood splattered and stained the earth.

Boom!

Another deafening roar resounded, and the space within a hundred miles crumbled inch by inch, turning into nothingness.

Two figures faced each other, ten meters apart.

The old man's flames dimmed, his face became gaunt, and his only remaining arm had lost five fingers.

Zhang Yuanzhu's crimson robe was stained with blood, and a long, narrow wound appeared from his shoulder down, almost tearing his body apart. The sharpness of the Emperor Sword in his hand had faded, and it was full of nicks.

"Zhang Yuanzhu, you are a true prodigy, no less than any other outstanding person, but it's a pity you've offended your master."

The old man sighed softly.

He had already foreseen the other person's fate, and he also foresaw his own demise.

Within his dantian, he relentlessly squeezed out magical power, causing his blood to burn and his spiritual consciousness to boil.

With his single arm raised, he strode forward, layers of flames clinging to his body, distorting the void.

"The Du family is but a grain of sand on the road; they won't stop me from moving forward."

Zhang Yuanzhu stepped forward, carrying the Emperor Sword. Strands of lightning burst forth, coiling around his body, exuding the majesty of heaven and the ruthlessness of a god.

A blazing flame, a bolt of lightning, the two clashing continuously…

near!

near!!
Get closer!!!
Until they touch!

Sword energy crisscrossed, lightning was blinding, and flames blazed fiercely, obscuring the vision of all living beings.

A fleeting moment or eternity.

Sizzle! Crack!
Amidst the sounds of flesh tearing and metal shattering, the various lights slowly dissipated, revealing a slender figure.

Zhang Yuanzhu held the hideous head in one hand and the broken sword in the other.

"Ha ha!"

"To kill a formidable enemy and take his head is truly exhilarating."

Zhang Yuanzhu laughed loudly, and crimson blood, hot and viscous, flowed from the severed head in his palm.

He raised his palm and casually tossed the broken sword aside.

"Crack! Crack!"

"Brother Dao's heroic spirit, with only a Foundation Establishment stage cultivation level, is rare to see in history, having consecutively killed a Condensing Fiend True Person."

As the words drifted down, eight figures appeared in the void.

The leader was a young man.

She was tall and slender, around twenty-four or twenty-five years old, and her light blue clothes fluttered in the wind, giving her a gentle and lively appearance.

A jade flute hung from her waist, shimmering with a jade-like luster that complemented her face, making her look absolutely stunning.

They rubbed their palms together and stepped forward.

Behind the young man, seven figures followed closely, some wearing Taoist robes, others draped in cloaks, all exuding vitality and an imposing aura.

"I am Du Yunshui. After fifty-six years of cultivation, I have come to realize that there are heavens beyond heavens and people beyond people."

The man in blue sighed softly.

His hand fell, grasping the jade flute; his five fingers moved like butterflies, gently tapping it.
The music echoed, beautiful and melodious, bringing a sense of peace to the heart.

“I have loved music since childhood and have made some progress in my cultivation. I am overjoyed to hear that the Nine-Aperture Spirit Jade has been made and I hope to use it to forge a jade flute.”

“I know that spiritual materials are precious, and I am willing to make an exchange.”

Du Yunshui is very sincere, with a refined yet lively temperament that makes people feel like they are bathed in a spring breeze.

Zhang Yuanzhu tilted his head slightly, glancing sideways at the man in blue, his double pupils as deep and unfathomable as an abyss.

"The eldest son of the Fifth Ancestor lineage has disappointed me; he is not as good as Du Xuan."

"How dare you! You are but a mere unorthodox cultivator. Even if you have some talent, how dare you comment on my family?"

Some people sneered, their faces showing disdain. They were all young prodigies, and the opponent was merely relying on the advantage of the formation.

"The Nine-Aperture Spirit Jade was originally a precious material of the Du family. We came here only to retrieve it, but the young master is willing to exchange it. Why don't you thank him?"

"Don't think that you can look down on the Du family just because you've killed a few old servants."

The seven men and women all spoke, and each of them was exceptionally talented and young, all under the age of 60.

Zhang Yuanzhu flipped his hand, put away the old man's head, and his eyes swept over the crowd.

His eyes were bright and clear, with four deep pupils that seemed to hold a blue glow, a dark light, and lightning, as if the power of life and death was being nurtured within them.

Those eyes were so extraordinary, as if they could see right through your heart and pierce through the stars. When you were stared at by those eyes, all the noise instantly fell silent.

Du Yunshui frowned and stopped in her tracks.

There was never any mention of these eyes in the information he received.

“One strike!” Zhang Yuanzhu stood with his hands behind his back, his face indifferent, and slowly spoke:
"Those cowardly rats, with their hidden heads and fury, may have a thousand schemes and countless plots, but they can't stop me..."

One step at a time, an extremely simple action.

The remaining magic power, blood energy, and spiritual consciousness all surged into his eyes.

In an instant, these two pupils blazed to their zenith. The left eye was like a blazing blue star, creating all things and bringing endless life, while the right eye was like an unfathomable abyss, devouring everything and destroying all.

"One glance!"

The young man let out a long roar, his eyes blazing with light, and two beams of light shot out.

The blue and black light merged, life and destruction became one, transforming into the color of chaos.

That gaze overshadowed the sun, moon, and stars, and reigned supreme above heaven and earth.

One by one, figures knelt on the ground, staring blankly ahead.

Ah!
Amidst a piercing wail, Du Yunshui staggered backward, her body cracking open like porcelain, blood flowing down like a stream.

As for the seven prodigies and outstanding individuals behind him, they had already been submerged under his gaze and turned into ashes.

'How can someone be so powerful? How could they be so strong? How could Du Xuan withstand only three moves from the person before her?'

'Does she deserve it?'

Various thoughts raced through Du Yunshui's mind, ultimately turning into despair.

Stab! Stab!
Flesh and blood are falling away, leaving only white bones; the creature is about to perish.

Suddenly, a jade pendant leaped from his heart, radiating rays of light, enveloping the man as he tried to escape.

Click!

His eyes burned fiercely as he tore the jade tablet to shreds and sliced ​​off half of his body.

"Escaped?"

Zhang Yuanzhu stared indifferently at the several pools of blood in the void.

Even if the opponent manages to escape with the help of a secret treasure, he will be crippled. Such an attack will inevitably cause his spiritual platform to collapse, and he will be trapped in the Foundation Establishment stage for the rest of his life.

but……

Zhang Yuanzhu stretched out his palm and gently beckoned, and a drop of blood that had been spilled by the eldest son of the Xu Du family floated into his palm.

"I'd much rather kill you with my own hands!"

[Feature] The tracking bursts forth, and a strange feeling wells up in my heart.

Zhang Yuanzhu took out the thousand-year-old blood ginseng directly from his storage bag and swallowed it to restore his qi, blood, and magical power.

Then, he transformed into lightning, sped out of the void, and disappeared into the sky.

He was always adept at hunting down enemies.

His magical power surged, his blood and qi flowed, and thunder roared across the heavens.

Mountains, rivers, and vegetation rushed past beneath me, moving faster and faster.

Hundreds of miles!

Thousands of miles! !
Three thousand miles!!!
Only after traversing 20,000 miles of rivers and mountains did Zhang Yuanzhu stop and dissipate the lightning around him.

His gaze fell upon the man lying in the ancient forest, coughing up blood and struggling amidst withered branches and leaves.

The once agile and gentle man was now nothing but a sorry sight, his lower body missing, his blue robe turned into a blood-stained one, and his life force waning.

Even if Zhang Yuanzhu hadn't appeared, they might not have survived this calamity.

Du Yunshui seemed to sense something, and with great effort, she looked up and saw a crimson shadow floating in the sky.

"Ha! Cough... Ha! Cough..."

He was coughing up blood while laughing loudly.

"Zhang Yuanzhu, you are indeed as vengeful as the rumors say, never letting any enemy go unpunished."

There was no response, only the sound of footsteps echoing between heaven and earth, like the beating of war drums, shaking people's hearts.

tower!
Zhang Yuanzhu stopped a hundred meters away from the mangled body, leaned against a tree trunk, and slowly spoke:
"Put away the talisman in your hand; you have no chance left."

The voice was calm, but it stopped Du Yunshui's laughter, turning it into helplessness.

The hand hidden beneath the body opened, revealing a palm of dark green talisman.

This is a talisman at the peak of the Qi Condensation stage, but unfortunately, it can't change the situation.

In the midst of his thoughts, strands of dark green blood, extracted from his own body, permeated the talisman, which he then discarded.

Du Yunshui casually tossed the talisman aside.
“Fellow Daoist Zhang, I underestimated you, which is why I am facing this calamity.”

"However, this is just part of the journey of seeking the Dao. From the descendants of the Golden Core cultivators and the noblest bloodline to death and the dissipation of one's Dao, it is all over in an instant."

The man in blue was magnanimous; he had come to terms with life and death, for the outcome was already predetermined.

Zhang Yuanzhu casually draped his arm over the long ruler, his expression languid, and whispered:
"If you have the energy, let's discuss the Dao."

In an instant, Du Yunshui's eyes were filled with astonishment. You're about to kill me, yet you still want to discuss scriptures and doctrines with me.

The young man gently stroked the gleaming white ruler, seemingly oblivious to the astonishment in his opponent's eyes, and continued speaking:
"As the leader of the fifth generation of the Du family, I would also like to know about your understanding of the scriptures and the Great Dao?"

The person before him, though defeated in one move, was still quite formidable.

Ordinary geniuses would have died on the spot long ago and would not have had a chance to escape.

Du Yunshui remained silent.

He felt his life force slipping away, and his nine-layered spiritual platform in his dantian nearly torn apart.

After an unknown amount of time, he uttered each word carefully:
"Come, I also want to see what insights you, this eccentric from another path, have gained on the path of cultivation?"

He paused for a moment, then spoke directly:
“I cultivate the art of water, and through this I attain enlightenment. I understand that the highest good is like water, which benefits all things without striving, and dwells in places that others disdain, thus it is close to the Tao…”

His voice was calm as he spoke of his own beliefs and insights.

"Water, with its vast virtue, carries all things and encompasses heaven and earth; this is the Way!"

Zhang Yuanzhu patted his palm and exclaimed in admiration.

"Water is close to the Tao, and it certainly has its merits."

With slightly bent knuckles, he gently tapped the long ruler, producing a metallic clanging sound that invigorated the man in blue.

"I do not practice water magic, but I am proficient in the art of ice, so naturally I have some knowledge of water."

"Water's nature is constant; it takes the shape of a square or a circle, changing with its form, yet its essence remains unchanged..."

The two discussed the Dao, constantly sharing their insights. Their thoughts collided, sparking one brilliant idea after another, and each of them gained something.

Time keeps passing.

A cup of tea has passed!

A stick of incense has burned out!
An hour has passed!
The discussions fell silent.

"What a fine Zhang Yuanzhu! His unwavering Dao heart and profound understanding of the Dao are truly unmatched among those of the same realm."

Du Yunshui sighed, gazing up at the sky, her eyes blurred.

After such a long time without anyone coming to meet him, he knew that all means of transmitting information had been blocked by the person in front of him.

Will the most glorious generation in the Du family's history truly be as brilliant as the elders have predicted?

He had once firmly believed it, but now he was lost, muttering to himself:
"End it!"

Zhang Yuanzhu stretched out his palm, and the Golden Bell appeared in his palm.

"The road to the underworld is long, may you rest in peace."

Raise your free hand and gently clasp your fingers together.

Boom!Boom!
As the bell rang, the mangled body that had collapsed to the ground turned to ash and vanished, its fate sealed.

The young man scanned his surroundings with keen eyes, making sure nothing was missed.

He turned and strode south.

……

The leader of the Du family's five-generation lineage perished during the pursuit, along with seven other distinguished prodigies.

In an instant, many sects came to their senses and stopped the pursuit.

The Du family was furious, and the powerful members of the Five Ancestors lineage who had been in seclusion for many years all entered the world to deduce and search, using every means possible.

Even more remarkably, a peak-level True Person of the Condensing Fiend Realm, wielding a Golden Core magic weapon, appeared in the Holy City, proclaiming:
“The unorthodox cultivators defied the rules, and the entire Du family mobilized to exterminate them.”

"If Zhang Yuanzhu does not die, the pursuit will never cease, and he will be slaughtered in every lifetime."

(End of this chapter)