From Joy of Life, the Tian Gang is reversed

Chapter 260 This act is utterly wicked, and Heaven will abhor it.
Seishu, Kirishima

The sun shines brightly in the sky, and the world is shrouded in mist.

As always, the Spring God Lake is bustling with boats, a thousand sails racing past.

Around Kirishima, many large cruise ships have been circling the island for four years without fail, with tourists dressed as scholars on board bowing to Kirishima from time to time.

There were also some who were unconventional, or perhaps harbored a bit of wishful thinking, who would occasionally practice Confucianism in front of Kirishima, hoping to be the special one and gain the favor of this new Confucian sage on the island.

Everything was as usual, until a sword light flashed across the sky.

First one, then two, then ten, then a hundred...

In an instant, three hundred sword lights appeared in the sky above Spring God Lake, dazzlingly brilliant...

A terrifying sword aura swept across, and everyone on Spring God Lake felt the breath of death. However, they were all terrified by the endless sword aura, their limbs went weak, and they could only raise their heads in horror to look at the rapidly approaching sword light.

As the sword light flashed closer, those with keen eyesight could see that the white-robed Taoist at the head stood on frost-covered ground, behind whom nearly three hundred sword cultivators formed a sword formation. The sword energy poured down like a silver river, but upon touching the mist barrier, it shattered into countless fragments of stars—

Thick fog churned around the island, but it only held out for a moment against the sword formation composed of nearly three hundred sword lights before shattering.

Suddenly, a sigh came from the island, like a stone falling to the ground: "Stop."

The sky full of sword light suddenly stopped.

"Three hundred sword immortals descended to the mortal realm? Heh, it's all thanks to me that you immortals were able to descend. What, isn't this your way of expressing gratitude? How rude!!"

As the word "rude" appeared, the dissipating mist suddenly solidified, transforming into a thousand-foot-tall seal script character for "etiquette," its righteous aura surging like a tidal wave. The three sword cultivators, unable to dodge in time, were struck by the ink strokes, their flesh and blood instantly disintegrating into countless talismans, their souls annihilated.

A scholar in a blue robe appeared in the mist; it was Zhao Xun, the new sage of Confucianism.

A faint chill ran through his eyes. "The immortals of Longhu Mountain, this time they've really gone all out!"

"Zhao Xun, you have used the guise of a Confucian scholar to spread evil arts and steal fortune. Heaven and earth cannot tolerate this, and it has already aroused the wrath of the immortal realm. Now, by the decree of the Grand Celestial Master of Longhu Mountain in the immortal realm, you are hereby captured and brought to justice. Surrender now!"

A tremendous roar, like thunder, echoed over Spring God Lake.

The tourists on Spring God Lake were instantly struck as if by lightning. Their faces were terribly shocked, and blood gushed from their ears and noses. Some of the weak and mentally weak people were knocked to the ground by the thunderous sound and their bodies trembled.

Meanwhile, some Confucian cultivators with profound cultivation levels, as well as spies from other forces, all had solemn expressions, staring intently at the misty island, filled with worry.

It turned out to be the Daoist Longhu Mountain. They attacked Zhao Xun, and not only that, but their attack was incredibly powerful. Judging from the scene, there were three hundred sword immortals. Not to mention Longhu Mountain, even the Longhu Mountain in the Immortal Realm would probably be seriously injured. They all came out at once and pressed forward directly. Clearly, they didn't want to give this new Confucian sage enough time and strength to fight back.

Zhao Xun, the new sage of Confucianism.

A paradise on earth.

A descending sword immortal, at the Vajra Realm, Finger Profound Realm, or even the Great Vajra Realm or the Great Celestial Phenomenon Realm...

There are differences between individuals, but in this world, absolute differences in quantity can erase all differences in realm.

One hundred thousand iron cavalry are enough to crush a land-based immortal.

Three hundred first-grade items could also overwhelm a terrestrial immortal.

"Surrender? You think you can just be some sewer immortals?" Zhao Xun sneered. "Ignorant fools."

The leading sword immortal's expression hardened, his sword aura intensified, and the sword light in his hand solidified, gathering nearly three hundred sword lights behind him. The sky was filled with rising sword light, and within the sword aura, a phantom of an ancient battlefield appeared. A figure stood on the battlefield, sword in hand, his sword intent soaring to the heavens. In an instant, he merged with the countless sword lights, transforming into a massive sword light that pierced through the heavens and earth, striking directly towards the enemy.

"Divine Sword vanquishes evil!!"

With a fierce roar, the sword light that pierced through the heavens and earth plunged straight into the misty island.

The mist on Mist Island had already dissipated in the first wave of sword energy, leaving only a thin layer. It was no match for the unrestrained sword light. Under the sword light, the thin mist was instantly torn apart, and the entire Mist Island was cleaved in two by this sword.

In an instant, the earth trembled, the lake water surged, and towering waves were stirred up.

However, before these sword immortals could even rejoice, a melodious voice rang out.

"Suppress all other schools of thought and exclusively honor Confucianism!"

As these eight words appeared, the world fell silent. The three hundred sword immortals felt their purple mansions tremble, and the sword energy and magic power they had cultivated for hundreds of years began to dissipate at an extremely fast speed. Several sword immortals with weaker cultivation levels fell directly from the sky.

The sword energy that filled the sky dissipated, and was actually weakened considerably.

Just then, another sound rang out.

Wherever I am, that is the land of Buddha.

Golden light poured in from all directions, filling the heavens and earth. In the sky, a golden Buddha phantom, nine zhang tall, appeared, as if it were the sky itself, suppressing everything.

"Buddhism?!" Zhao Xun narrowed his eyes, a dark light flashing deep within them, as if he were deep in thought.

"Amitabha Buddha, benefactor, you are defying the heavens and forcibly seizing the fortune of a great sect. Aren't you afraid of being plagued by karmic retribution?"

A grand sound resounded throughout the heavens and earth. In the golden light of Buddha, beneath the phantom of the giant Buddha, a tall figure stood in mid-air. Behind him, a group of monks clasped their hands together, chanting scriptures. The sound of their chanting grew from weak to strong, filling the air in an instant.

On Spring God Lake, it seemed to have transformed into a grand Buddhist assembly. Those who heard the chanting felt their minds calm and peaceful, as if everything in the world was just fleeting smoke, not worth a second glance. Even the worried scholars from before had now let go of their tension and anger, becoming completely calm.

To put it in trendy terms, life is not worth living!

At this moment, Zhao Xun smiled.

"I bet you're not from the real paradise."

He spoke in a calm tone.

The leading monk's eyes turned cold, but he did not answer his question. The boundless golden Buddhist light around him condensed and transformed into a giant hand that blotted out the sky, descending from the sky and striking towards Zhao Xun.

With a single palm strike, space froze and time stood still. The entire Spring God Lake was like an insect trapped in amber, unable to move, and could only watch helplessly as the giant hand struck down. In the next moment, everything would be reduced to dust.

"A palm technique that falls from the sky? That's really nothing new!" Zhao Xun's lips curled up slightly as he gently raised his head to meet the giant hand that descended from the sky, seemingly powerless.

At this moment, whether it was Taoism or Buddhism, seeing everything settled, a hint of relief and relaxation flashed in their eyes.

call out! ! !
Zhao Xun did not make any move. Even the golden palm that fell from the sky suddenly began to disintegrate and dissipate. Not only that, the group of high monks who had descended to the mortal world and were chanting scriptures loudly also stopped chanting at this moment. It was not that they did not want to, but that they could no longer speak.

An invisible force, or perhaps a force originating from the most fundamental source of the world, completely bound them, locking not only their movements but also their power, as if at this moment, they were rejected by the entire world.

"Hehe, everyone, have you forgotten the hundreds of thousands of wronged souls in Xiangfan City?" Zhao Xun raised his eyebrows and pointed at the immortals from Taoism and Buddhism descending to earth in the air, saying, "For their own selfish reasons, they wantonly toyed with the wronged souls, causing hundreds of thousands of wronged souls to be trapped in the mortal world, lingering there. This is a great evil, and Heaven will condemn it!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a fierce wind arose, thunder roared, and the world turned upside down!
(End of this chapter)