Daqin Zhentiansi

Chapter 588 I need time, and so do you...

"The Heavenly Wolf weeps blood, the Purple Star shines brightly." Yao Baiyue wiped her cloudy eyes with her fingers, and when she opened them again, the illusory images of the River Chart and the Luo River Book were flowing in her eyes. "This strike from the Marquis of Qingyang of Great Qin cuts off the fate of the Eastern Wei Kingdom, but it nourishes the Dao Fruit of the Great Qin Emperor."

"The fate of the Qin state can no longer be suppressed..."

Suddenly, cracks appeared on the jade pendant he wore at his waist, and the seal script of the Spring and Autumn Annals on the pendant was being worn away inch by inch by a domineering aura.

A sudden night breeze stirred, causing the bronze bells on the eaves of the observatory to tinkle.

Suddenly, three strands of Yao Baiyue's silver beard were shaved off, and the broken beards turned into stardust and disappeared while still in mid-air.

This is a warning issued on a whim by Confucian and Taoist minds.

"Headmaster?"

"This old man must personally make a trip to the Eastern Territory." Yao Baiyue flipped his palm to put away the fragments of the tortoise shell, and the golden bamboo scroll in his sleeve moved without wind. "The one who can resonate with the inscription on the Jixia Academy's sacred stele should be the Qingyang Marquis who proved his Dao through killing..."

He gazed at the morning star, which was gradually brightening in the east, and his righteous spirit condensed into the phantom of a blue phoenix beneath his feet: "Perhaps I can still see the legacy left by my old friends."

As the last word fell, the old man's figure transformed into a stream of light and disappeared into the sea of ​​clouds.

Jiang Yuanliang gazed at the lingering smoke of war on the horizon, a worried expression on his face.

In the morning glow reflected in the Jiuchuan River, one can vaguely see egrets skimming across the sky.

……

The Imperial Court of Wei, the Hall of Nine Extremes.

The three bronze life lamps exploded with a deafening roar, and black blood seeped into the earth's veins along the dragon-shaped lamp bases.

Yuwen Chi, the head of the sacrificial hall, trembled as he picked up the fragment of the life tablet. The wolf head phantom rising from the crack was torn apart by the gale before it could solidify.

“Elder Yuwen Zhuo’s soul fire…” The black-robed elder on the right, Yuwen Feng, dug his five fingers into the black iron offering table, and the Nine Netherworld Cave that appeared behind him was oozing black pus and blood. “Blood Soul Master’s Teng Snake Fate has also been severed!”

Suddenly, a sword's cry pierced the air outside the hall. Elder Lu Wenzhao of the Seven Profound Sword Sect stepped on the glazed tiles and gracefully landed. The "Seven Kills" sword sheath hanging at his waist struck the bronze pillar with a thunderous clang: "Even Lu Tiangang's Mountain Moving Physique can't withstand it? What kind of evil magic does that Qingyang Marquis cultivate!"

Chen Yunjiu of the Lingxiao Sword Sect in Yangtianzhou, his snow-white sword robe fluttering without wind, and the compass in the palm of Yuxuzi of Changyun Taoist Temple beside him bursting with dazzling blue light: "The power of the Heavenly Dao of the Great Qin has surged, while the Great Dao of Wei has dimmed. This is a battle of Dao intent."

On the golden throne above, Emperor Yuwen Tuo of Wei had bloodshot eyes beneath his crown, and spiderweb-like cracks appeared in the jade tablet in his palm: "I will light Zhang Qingyang's soul as a perpetual lamp!"

A chilling wind, carrying the stench of blood, swept over the coiled dragon gold bricks, and two figures materialized from the void.

"Heh heh, such strong resentment—" The Blood River Ancestor tore open a spatial rift with his withered claws, and three thousand demonic cultivator phantoms floated in the evil clouds behind him. "Yuwen brat, offer ten thousand living souls to my Tengzhou lads, and I will take off Zhang Qingyang's head for you, how about it?"

"My Seven Kill Sword is thirsting for blood." Lu Wenzhao's sword trembled, crimson sword energy swirling around it. "After slaying Zhang Qingyang, the Sword Heart Clarity will be just around the corner!"

The Yin Sha Sect Master, Li Wujiu, clenched his fangs and crushed the skull in his hand, the pitch-black marrow condensing into a passage to the Nine Netherworlds. "I will use his golden body to forge three thousand Yin Demon Banners!"

The wolf totem on Yuwentuo's forehead suddenly ignited, and the altar's demonic runes climbed up his dragon robe to his neck: "Open the Yin Ruins Blood Array!"

The emperor bit his tongue and spat out his blood essence. The floor tiles of the Nine Extremes Palace flipped over, revealing a white bone altar: "Three thousand demonic cultivators in exchange for the life of Marquis Qingyang, I'll take this deal!"

"No!" Yu Xuzi's compass slammed down, suppressing the surging demonic clouds. "Tengzhou has coveted Yongtianzhou's spiritual veins for a thousand years; this is like drinking poison to quench thirst—"

With a maniacal laugh, the Blood River Ancestor smashed through the spatial barrier, and three thousand demonic shadows poured down along the Blood River.

Feng Wuhen pressed down on the trembling Lingxiao Sword, his fingertips turning white as he transmitted his voice to Yu Xuzi: "The demonic cultivators have long coveted the Yongtian Continent's ley lines. Once this gate is opened..."

“It’s not just Yongtianzhou.” Yu Xuzi gazed at the monstrous maw of the Taotie, which was faintly visible in the demonic clouds, and the Compass Heavenly Pool, which had split in two. “If Zhang Qingyang is defeated, the Nine Provinces will likely face the ancient demonic calamity once again.”

Outside the palace, a thunderclap shattered the Heavenly Wolf Banner, a symbol of the Wei Kingdom's 800-year heritage. In the blood-red moonlight, the last wisp of dragon energy disappeared into the Yin Ruins' crack.

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Soul-Severing Gorge. Inside the wooden carriage, Zhang Yuan sat upright, surrounded by swirling crimson.

Enlightenment Beads, Blood Qi Beads, True Essence Beads,罡气 Beads, and Spiritual Qi Beads were all condensed in the Chaos Furnace, numbering in the tens of thousands.

The feedback from killing three Grandmasters caused his meridians to swell and his dantian to tremble.

The Heavenly Golden Pearl even dyed the mind gold.

The liberation of 100,000 wronged souls and the merit of enhancing the fortune of the Great Qin Heavenly Dao are all gathered into golden beads, which are extremely dazzling.

Zhang Yuan narrowed his eyes, slowly contemplating today's battle.

Of the three Grandmasters, apart from Blood Soul Master who came from another region and required some effort from him, neither Yuwen Zhuo nor Lü Tiangang were able to unleash their full Grandmaster-level combat power.

The time for advancement in the Great Dao on Yongtian Continent is too short, and very few people can truly control their Grandmaster realm cultivation and convert it into Grandmaster combat power.

Despite being ranked 42nd on the Heavenly Ranking, Lü Tiangang's combat strength is far inferior to that of Yuwen Jue, who is ranked 7th on the Heavenly Ranking.

As for Yuwen Zhuo, if he hadn't relied too much on the Blood River Sword, his combat strength wouldn't be so weak.

When Zhang Yuan directly destroyed the 100,000 wronged souls condensed by the Blood River Sword with his Netherworld Divine Soul Power, Yuwen Zhuo's combat strength was instantly reduced by more than half.

Moreover, Zhang Yuan's methods shook him to his core, rendering him unable to fight any longer, which led to Zhang Yuan killing him with a single strike.

Cultivation level does not equate to combat strength.

A sufficiently strong physical body, a sufficiently magnificent spiritual soul, a sufficiently profound understanding of martial arts, and the blessing of the power of the Great Dao are the true means of condensing combat power.

Although Zhang Yuan's cultivation level appears to be far below that of a Grandmaster, his dragon-elephant physique is unmatched even by a Grandmaster.

His spiritual realm has even reached the Tongyou level.

His martial arts skills have not only reached the pinnacle of perfection, but he has also had multiple experiences fighting against Grandmasters.

On Qingtianzhou, the Master discussed techniques with him, and on Chenzhou, they even faced Tongyou directly.

As for mastering the Great Dao, Zhang Yuan is indeed still lacking due to his cultivation level, but his Crimson Dragon Rope, which condenses the power of the Great Dao, can break through the defenses of a Grandmaster.

Moreover, Zhang Yuan can burn the Heavenly Dao Golden Pearl, transforming it into the power of the Great Dao at the Grandmaster level to empower himself.

With his fists clenched, Zhang Yuan's eyes shone brightly.

As far as we know, the strongest level on Yongtian Continent is only at the Tongyou level.

Today's battle made him realize that even in Yongtian Continent, where the suppression of the Heavenly Dao is as deep as the abyss, Zhang Yuan can still fight against the top experts.

From today onward, he has enough confidence.

Sitting upright in the carriage, the scenes of the fight flowed through Zhang Yuan's mind, and his understanding of martial arts continued to improve.

He could sense that the opportunity to condense his own Great Dao True Body was not far off.

Once he condenses the true form of the Great Dao, he will be able to step into the Free and Unfettered Realm, just one step away from becoming a Grandmaster.

In today's world, only those with the cultivation level of a Grandmaster can truly suppress everything.

"I need time, and you need time too..."

A slight smile appeared on Zhang Yuan's lips.

(End of this chapter)