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Chapter 478 Scorching Sun Dao Vein, Moving Mountains and Controlling Ridges (4000)

"The Long Rainbow Sword Technique?"

The Refining Master looked astonished, the jade cup in his hand shattered, and the tea flowed down between his fingers.

Then, he spoke again, his voice filled with disbelief:
"But it's the legendary sword of the Sword Sect—the Rainbow One Qi Sword!"

Zhang Yuanzhu nodded and slowly placed the broken sword in front of the old man.

"I once encountered Jianzi of the Sword Sect, defeated him in one battle, killed him, and obtained this sword."

"However, due to some unforeseen events, the famous sword has been damaged. I wonder if it can be reforged?"

Upon hearing this, both True Monarch Lianbing and True Monarch Chiming stared at Chiying in bewilderment, their faces twitching.

You dare to provoke those lunatics from the Sword Sect? They'll unleash all seven swords at once!

No! It's six swords unleashed simultaneously; even the Immortal Soldier Valley will be reduced to dust.

Call ~
The True Lord of Refining Weapons exhaled a breath of turbid air.

Now that things have come to this, Immortal Soldier Valley has no other choice.

He stopped thinking about it and focused his attention on the broken sword.

Extend your palm, spread your fingers, and lightly touch the broken sword.

clang clang ~
The sound of metal clashing echoed across the mountain peak.

"What a magnificent sword! It truly deserves to be the inherited weapon of the Sword Sect."

The True Lord of Refining Weapons praised it.

With rapid tapping of his five fingers, specks of golden light emanated from his fingertips and flowed into the broken sword.

A moment later, the True Lord of Weapon Refining clasped his hands together, ran them over the cracks in the sword, raised his head, and solemnly observed:
"The damage is too severe; it is impossible to restore it to its original state."

Zhang Yuanzhu remained calm, his eyes showing no emotion. He withdrew his outstretched hand and placed it flat on his knee.

"No need to restore, just recast."

[Characteristic] After the explosion, the Long Rainbow One Qi Sword could not be restored to its original state, which was exactly what he expected.

But if the reforging is successful and he can still possess the power of a magical artifact, he will be satisfied.

As the words fell, streaks of light flew out of the storage bag and hovered in front of the two True Monarchs.

There were sword pellets covered with tiny cracks, crimson precious wood, shells gleaming with dark gold, and tree shavings of divine wood exuding mysterious Daoist charm... Each one was extremely precious and rarely seen.

The True Monarch of Weapon Refining gazed at the treasure floating before him, his pupils narrowing slightly as he murmured:
"The sword pellet of a peak-level True Person can be used to refine gold essence; the shell of the Golden Crocodile Insect is exceptionally sturdy and is an excellent material for forging tools; the divine wood at the Golden Core level is extremely precious and can be used to recast the sword hilt."

The old man raised his hand from the broken sword, stroked the various spiritual objects, named each treasure, and pointed out its effects.

He didn't know how much time had passed before he withdrew his hand, picked up the spiritual fruit from the ground, and took a bite:
"Fellow Daoist, you are blessed with great fortune. Most of the weapon-refining lineages do not possess these treasures."

Zhang Yuanzhu remained expressionless and asked directly:
"Are these enough spiritual items?"

"That's enough, but I'm not too sure about the outcome of the recasting."

The old man swallowed the spiritual fruit in his palm, his face serious as he gave a reminder.

The prodigy before us has brought out such a large number of treasures; clearly, it's not for the purpose of reforging a single weapon.

He needed to inform them of these things in advance to prevent the newly repaired relationship from cracking again.

"It's alright, just do your best."

Zhang Yuanzhu gently tapped his forehead.

Then, he slowly rose, casually placing his hand on the long, white ruler, and gazed at the location of the Tai Ri Divine Mountain:
"Today's events were pleasant to discuss, and I hope that things will remain the same in the years to come."

The crimson shadow gradually faded until it completely disappeared from the summit of the sacred mountain.

Only a barely perceptible whisper drifted through the air.

“I’ll take Tai Ri Shen Yue and Zhi Ren Shen Yue.”

True Lord Chiming and True Lord Lianbing sat side by side, gazing at the spot where the crimson shadow had disappeared, both with complex emotions.

These juniors, whose age is less than a fraction of theirs, have actually forced them to back down to such an extent.

……

the other side.

Zhang Yuanzhu transformed into a rainbow of light, traversing the sky and speeding through the heavens.

He was moving at incredible speed, covering tens of thousands of miles in the blink of an eye, and steadily approaching a majestic mountain.

The mountains are rooted in the earth and reach into the sky, shrouded in a light golden mist, sacred and ancient.

After a short while, the young man arrived at the foot of the mountain, looked up, and murmured to himself:
"Tai Ri Shen Yue".

He recalled how several major sects conspired to sacrifice the Scorching Sun Dharma Lineage to eliminate the demonic sects' schemes within their sects.

In the past, the Lord of the Zhuoyang Dharma Lineage and a dozen elders sailed here in warships, hoping to gamble on a chance to survive.

"Ha~"

Zhang Yuanzhu's laughter was inexplicable.

Within the Immortal Soldier Valley, he consistently recognized only the Scorching Sun, Vast Ocean, and Azure Thunder lineages; the other lineages were merely fleeting clouds, and he paid them little attention.

Take one step.

Boom~
The surrounding area trembled, and array patterns spread from the soles of the feet, seemingly without limit.

Within his body, blood and qi surged, flowing through his limbs and bones. Streams of purple-gold blood qi soared into the sky, reaching the same height as the divine mountain.

Within his dantian, the nine-tiered azure platform trembled, and streams of magical power and malevolent energy surged forth, empowering him.

Deep within the soul, [characteristics]: Moving mountains, controlling ridges, supporting the sky, and shaking the earth burst forth.

Such a huge commotion naturally attracted the attention of many cultivators.

They gazed at the soaring purple-gold blood energy, feeling the power contained within it, as vast and boundless as a boundless ocean.

Ignoring the stares, Zhang Yuanzhu opened his arms and embraced Shenyue.

"rise!"

With a low shout, he suddenly exerted force in his arm.

boom! boom! boom!
The sacred mountain trembled, space shook, and heaven and earth swayed at that moment.

Those majestic sacred mountains that support the world and stretch across thousands of miles of rivers and mountains, under the incredulous gazes of countless people…

Woke up!
A tall, slender figure, with his arms embracing the sacred mountain, strode forward.

From the perspective of many living beings, the end of the majestic sacred mountain is unseen.

In their eyes, it was like a vast golden ocean, surging and churning, constantly rushing forward, with no beginning and no end in sight.

Regardless of strength or weakness, they all stood frozen in place, gazing at the scene that seemed like a myth, and uttered a low, lamenting murmur:

"immortal?"

It was domineering to the extreme, and tyrannical to the extreme.

They had considered relocating the Scorching Sun Dharma Lineage to Mount Tai Ri, but they had never thought of it this way.

With his eight-foot frame, he moved the Tai Ri Shen Yue to the Zhuo Yang Fa Mai.

Zhang Yuanzhu exerted force with both arms, his muscles and bones trembled, and his internal organs emitted a shimmering glow as he strode forward, his speed increasing rapidly.

boom!
Boom! !
As the divine mountain moved, billions of tons of air and spiritual energy were pushed aside, generating rolling waves of energy that swept across the vast wilderness.

The space trembled, cracking open with narrow fissures that continued to spread and then were forcibly closed by the purple-gold and blood-red hues.

Time passed second by second, and the commotion grew ever greater until Zhang Yuanzhu stopped before the Scorching Sun Dharma Lineage.

The young man raised his head and grinned.

The next moment, he lightly stomped his feet and raised his arms.

A sudden throw!
Rumble!
With a deafening roar, the Tai Ri Divine Mountain flew out horizontally and fell into the depths of the Dharma lineage, as if the sky had collapsed and the mortal world had crumbled, a terrifying sight.

The scorching sun cultivators, instead of being afraid, were excited when faced with such a scene.

The purpose of moving Tai Ri Shen Yue to this place is naturally clear.

As for whether it will harm them?

How could that be! *Buzzing sounds*
Array patterns emerged from the bottom of the divine mountain, transforming into chains of light that spread downwards and merged into the Scorching Sun Dharma Vein.

At this moment, the violent fall slowed down, and the instant the sacred mountain touched the earth, it seemed as if water and soil merged into one, and it quietly settled into the mountains and rivers.

Zhang Yuanzhu leaped up the sacred mountain and stood atop it.

A fierce wind blew, his red robe fluttered, his black hair flew, and his double pupils reflected the sun, moon, stars, mountains, and all things.

Her beauty is unparalleled, captivating all who see her!
He raised his palm, placed it on the measuring ruler, looked up at the sky and roared, his voice resounding for thousands of miles, echoing in every inch of the earth and sky.

"The Zhuoyang Dharma Lineage is one of the Dao Lineages of the Immortal Soldier Valley, the Zhuoyang Dao Lineage."

All the major lineages and the five major lineages fell silent.

Even though I was prepared, I was still shocked when the Zhuoyang Dharma Lineage truly became the Dao Lineage.

At this moment, Chen Zijing, standing on the main vein of Zhuoyang, looked at the ancient divine mountain that stretched from the sky to the earth, and at the crimson figure standing on the mountain peak. His heart was like a raging sea, and he could not calm down for a long time.

The matter that the ancestors of the Zhuoyang lineage had been pursuing throughout the ages was now in his hands.
实现了!
Zhang Yuanzhu's gaze swept across the vast land, from the heavens to the earth, and then, under the gazes of many, he transformed into a rainbow of light and arrived before the paper figure of the divine mountain.

The sacred mountain stands tall, shrouded in black mist, and faint sounds of ghosts wailing and wolves howling can be heard.

Eerie and demonic!
The paper figure of Mount Tai and the sun god are different.

The Tai Ri Divine Mountain was breached by the combined forces of the five major Daoist sects, and its various internal mechanisms had already been largely eliminated.

However, the Paper Doll Dao Clan took the initiative to withdraw, leaving behind too many backup plans, which even the Immortal Soldier Valley Dao Clan found troublesome and could not completely eliminate.

At this moment, a figure in crimson stood before the mountain, his double pupils seeing through the illusions and discerning the remaining methods.

His expression was calm, his face began to blur, and a red dragon mask appeared on his face.

In the next instant, the Nuo mask melted away, and an illusory dragon shadow appeared, covering the entire body.

Roar roar~
With a dragon's roar, the dragon's body materialized, rapidly expanding and stretching for thousands of miles.

Each scale is as large as a mountain, gleaming with a reddish-gold luster, noble and fiery.

A pair of dragon horns, pointing straight to the sky, resemble two peerless divine swords, sharp and gleaming.

At that moment, the youth's figure vanished completely, leaving only a crimson dragon roaring across the heavens.

The sound waves transformed into invisible ripples, sweeping across the vast wilderness and washing over the sacred mountain.

Zizzi~
The black mist that shrouded Mount Shenyue melted away rapidly, like ice and snow meeting the blazing sun.

One booming sound after another came from the sacred mountain, and all the backup plans were shattered.

White paper fluttered down and turned to dust; blood shimmered and then faded; laughter and noise returned to silence.
The crimson dragon soared, its eyes looking down, cold and majestic.

With a flick of its tail.

Boom!

With a deafening roar that shook the heavens and earth, the divine mountain was lifted up and carried on its back, heading towards the border between the vast sea and the azure thunder.

Such a scene is too shocking: a true dragon stretching for thousands of miles, carrying an ancient sacred mountain on its back, surpassing the limits of any living being's imagination.

The cultivators of the Vast Ocean and Azure Thunder lineages, upon seeing the rapidly approaching dragon shadow, were initially bewildered, but then a sense of disbelief arose within them.

Is Emperor Ming going to give the paper statue of the deity to these two Taoist lineages?

Before the thought could even form, an ancient sacred mountain had already fallen from the sky and merged into the junction of the two lineages.

At this moment, Qi Heng, Feng Ling, and even Cang Lei and all living beings on and off the Han Sea stared blankly at the divine mountain that stretched from the sky to the earth.

"Emperor Ming!!!"

The other party is securing for them a foundation that will benefit future generations for thousands of years.

After witnessing this scene, even the most hostile beings within the Immortal Soldier Valley, from various lineages and sects, had to acknowledge Zhang Yuanzhu's unparalleled charisma.

In the sky, the crimson dragon dissipated, transforming into a slender figure.

He nodded slightly to the two lineage masters, then left and disappeared.

The Dharma lineage of the Azure Heaven resides above a deep yellow pool.

The Lord of Biluo Mountain withdrew his gaze from the Daoist treasure and ceased observing the external situation.

His face showed regret, and he sighed softly:
"What a pity, we missed it in the end."

Compared to the Han Hai and Cang Lei lineages, the Bi Luo lineage had earlier interactions with that person, but lost contact for various reasons. Fortunately...
The Lord of Biluo Mountain unconsciously turned his gaze to his daughter standing to the side.

She was a woman dressed in a bright green dress, with a beautiful face and a smile on her lips, her eyes filled with longing.

Biluo and Zhuoyang still have some affection for each other!

“Father, my senior brother started as a beggar and must have gone through many hardships to gain such great power.”

Bibi's arms hung naturally at her sides, and she turned her gaze away from the treasure to meet her father's eyes.

“I remember the last time we met, he was incredibly powerful, but he was far from being like this.”

"A man as outstanding as my senior brother, with his unwavering spirit and resolute will, how many people throughout history can compare to him? What could possibly influence his decision?"

The words, which sounded like praise, left the Lord of Biluo Mountain speechless.

He looked deeply at his daughter and whispered:

"You underestimate me, and you also underestimate the entire Biluo lineage."

As the words fell, he flicked his sleeves and put away the secret treasure.

Then, the figure vanished.

For a moment, only the woman stood on the surface of the pool.

She gazed at the swaying spirit trees around the pool, their branches rustling, and every now and then a few leaves would drift down, carrying a sense of desolation.

Her red lips parted slightly, and she murmured to herself:

"I don't look down on anyone, it's just that some things may need to be cut off in advance."

Having cultivated since childhood, participated in the battle for the Beast Taming Secret Realm, and followed the lineage to attack the Yan Kingdom, one naturally understands the evil thoughts and greed in people's hearts.

In her view, some thoughts are best left unformed.

She stood alone on the pool, her thoughts in turmoil.

After an unknown amount of time, the woman turned around, stepped out of the pool, and walked towards the pavilion not far away.

The pavilion, crimson in color and adorned with exquisite carvings, radiates a soft glow that reflects beautifully in the pool below.

Pinkie Pie slowly walked to the door, raised her hand, and placed it on the door.

Crunch!

The door opened, and the woman paused slightly, her eyes wide with surprise.

She stared at the red figure leaning against the pillar in the attic, her astonishment turning into delight.

"Brother!"

Zhang Yuanzhu smiled gently as he gazed at the beautiful figure.

"Junior Sister Biqi, it's been a long time. Are you well?"

"With peace and tranquility in the sect and one focused on cultivation, nothing will happen."

Pinkie Pie strode forward, stood before the young man, and examined him closely.

Clad in a red robe, his face was handsome and resolute, with a pair of gentle eyes beneath his long, sharp eyebrows.

Just like several years ago, nothing has changed.

"Senior brother, I know that you will overcome all difficulties and obstacles, and nothing can stop you."

"The Demon Realm is like this, the Monster Realm is like this, and the righteous realm will be no exception."

Zhang Yuanzhu nodded, raised his palm, and spread his five fingers.

A jade-green bracelet emerged from the palm of my hand, with flowing lines within it, beautiful and mysterious.

"The Azure Sky Stone is rumored to be related to the Yellow Springs. I obtained it by chance and thought it would be a good gift for my junior sister."

Chi Ying chuckled and placed the bracelet in the woman's palm.

(End of this chapter)