Simultaneous travel: I am a talented person in all the worlds

Chapter 402 I Had No Intention to Compete
Om-!
Mo Yu, the hero, slowly opened his eyes, and a profound aura burst forth from his body.

Meridians and acupoints, extending from the three great divine skills and bound by the eight extraordinary techniques, transformed into stars and trajectories in the vast starry sky, evolving into a universe within his body.

Yin and Yang complement each other, and strength and gentleness are in harmony.

If before he only longed for immortality, then with his supreme talent and the Nine Yang Skill, he created the Great Sun Intent.

Its aura is pure, thick, and intense. Although it has the ancient meaning of the Great Sun, it is somewhat ethereal and gives people a sense of unreality. It has only its essence but no physical form.

So, having mastered the interplay of Yin and Yang and reconstructed the circulation of Qi through the meridians, he has now mastered this 'form'!
It wasn't that the purple sun phantom behind him was the sun, but that he himself was the Great Sun!
An aura far more terrifying, deeper, and more 'real' than before slowly emanated from his body.

However, at this point, the situation seems to be a foregone conclusion, regardless of whether he makes a breakthrough or not.

His current accomplishment is merely adding an even more unshakeable period to this predetermined ending.

"Amitabha……"

The final recitation of the Buddha's name carried with it a heartfelt mix of praise and bitterness.

To others, Mo Yu's aura had simply become more profound.

But from the perspective of someone like Liao Jin, who has already stepped into another realm with one foot in the ocean, it is known that he has completed a qualitative transformation!
The last vestige of hesitation vanished without a trace.

"Congratulations, Benefactor Mo, on your further advancement in martial arts. This old monk... is afraid that I am no match for you."

Liao Jin clasped his hands together, bowed deeply, and his aged voice still carried a hint of worry:
"But I urge Benefactor Mo to reconsider my parting words. I hope that in your future actions you will show more compassion and less bloodshed, and not let these people become sacrifices on your path of martial arts."

After saying that, he turned around without any hesitation, his steps creating lotus blossoms as he walked away into the air. In just a few steps, he disappeared from everyone's sight.

Mo Yu, one of the heroes, did not intervene or give chase.

He was not a bloodthirsty or warlike person, and he did not want to be enemies with this Buddhist monk unless necessary.

Although Master Liaojin was an extremely powerful figure and qualified to access the [Heavenly Book],

However, the technique he practiced was the "No-Thought Zen Technique," which, although also a divine skill, was completely contrary to the martial arts path he was going to take in the future.

Even if it is forcibly included, it will only occupy a space, which is not worth the effort.

Letting him go is actually the best option.

The moment the Zen Master left, the Immortal's last line of defense completely collapsed!

"escape!"

Without the slightest hesitation, the immortal immortal unleashed his power, transforming into a streak of light as he fled for his life!

Its speed was three times faster than during the previous siege!
However, he was fast, but there was a figure even faster than him!
As if ignoring the distance in space, the figure of the hero Mo Yu appeared before him like a ghost, arriving before him.

The immortal was terrified. Without thinking, he unleashed a powerful palm strike, attempting to force his opponent back and buy himself a chance to survive.

However, Mo Yu, one of the heroes, also raised his hand and met the attack with a palm strike.

This palm strike was neither the extremely yin and gentle "Heart-Shattering Palm" from the "Nine Yin Manual," nor the unparalleled "Buddha's Palm."

Instead, it's something every Wudang disciple knows... [Wudang Cotton Palm].

However, under the guidance of the heroes Mo Yu's Yin-Yang and the balance of strength and gentleness, it was able to reach an extremely high level.

"boom!"

As the immortal clasped his hands together, he felt an intense, continuous, and powerful force surge forth.

Sometimes it is like a raging storm crashing against the shore, powerful and unmatched; sometimes it is like a gentle spring breeze, pervasive and all-pervasive.

"puff!"

The immortal spit out a mouthful of blood, staggered, and his eyes were filled with disbelief and shock.

He couldn't understand why his divine skill, which he had painstakingly cultivated for a hundred years, would be defeated by a set of not-so-strong [Cotton Palm] techniques!
The heroes, Mo Yu, gave him no chance to catch his breath. Their palms flew, shifting Yin and Yang, like an endless cycle, evolving into countless variations of power!
Even the immortal immortal, a renowned monster who had been famous for centuries, with his rich combat experience and sharp eyesight, could not see through the opponent's true intentions and could not keep up with the changes in his opponent's situation.

He roared repeatedly, unleashing both palms, barely managing to exchange dozens of blows with the group of heroes, including Mo Yu, before he was already in a state of disarray.

Finally, a fleeting flaw!

Mo Yumian's palm suddenly changed, her five fingers spread wide, transforming into a ferocious tiger claw, as fast as lightning, grabbing the immortal's vital waist.

[Tiger Claw Extinction Hand]!
"Ugh!"

The immortal felt a numbness in his waist as a vicious and insidious force penetrated his body, instantly destroying his vital kidneys.

This caused the innate kidney energy that had been cultivated within his body for a hundred years to be released like a floodgate opening, flowing out in a torrent!
The circulation of the Heavenly Qi stagnated, resulting in a fatal halt.

The Zhenwu Sword was drawn, its cold light flashing.

puff!

A large, fine head flew into the air, its eyes filled with endless fear and resentment.

The headless corpse swayed twice before collapsing to the ground with a thud.

"An immortal being!"

Seeing the immortal being so easily killed, Zhuang Jie's eyes instantly turned bloodshot, his reason consumed by anger and boundless fear.

"You heretic! I'll fight you to the death!"

With a roar, as if possessed by a madman, he unleashed all his power and charged fiercely towards Mo Yu with his palm raised!

The struggle of a cornered beast is especially dangerous.

Mo Yu, however, remained unmoved. He was gaining more and more control over the newfound power within him, and he was becoming more and more adept and composed with each battle.

The most basic Wudang Long Fist, with its balance of Yin and Yang and the circularity of Tai Chi, transforms into a majestic eagle soaring through the sky and a giant serpent coiled on the earth, unleashing boundless killing intent within a small space.

Zhuang Jie, who had achieved perfect harmony between heaven and man, seemed like a toddler learning to walk in his presence.

In just over ten moves, he cleverly used a deflection technique to open the man's center wide, exposing his vital organs!
Zhuang Jie felt a blur before his eyes and was greatly alarmed.

The next instant, an unparalleled, fierce fist intent locked onto his heart.

With his right fist clenched tightly, a powerful and unparalleled heart-piercing punch landed on his chest with yang force!
"boom!"

A deep, resounding thud, like the beating of a drum.

Zhuang Jie was struck dumb, his chest caved in as if struck by lightning.

While in mid-air, a mouthful of blood mixed with fragments of internal organs gushed out, and before he even landed, the light in his eyes had already died!

The chivalrous Mo Yu, with an indifferent expression, withdrew his palm and stopped his attack.

Although he has always been mocked by someone for being "clumsy," compared to his extraordinary talent in martial arts, his skills are indeed somewhat lacking.

But this doesn't mean he's dull or so untalented that he can't learn anything.

The reason he seemed rusty in his moves was simply because he hadn't practiced enough.

Aside from practicing the Wudang Long Fist for over a year, he had only mastered the Cotton Palm technique for about six months.

As for the Great Subduing Demon Fist and Heart-Shattering Palm recorded in the Nine Yin Manual, or the Emperor's ultimate skill, Tathagata Palm, which he had only acquired less than a month ago.

Being able to use these unique skills so precisely in such a short time is actually an extremely incredible feat!

It should be noted that even Bodhidharma spent ten years meditating facing a wall, and by the time Huang Shang created the Nine Yin Manual, his former enemies had all turned to dust.

Even his own brilliant grandmaster had to grow step by step from his youth to reach the level of a grandmaster.

If given more than ten years to hone his martial arts skills, it would take no more than three to five years.

The hero Mo Yu is confident that he can elevate his martial arts skills to a truly unparalleled level.

He didn't continue to attack.

The last remaining Celestial Master, Qian Luo, slipped away the moment the Immortal of Immortality set off to flee.

Then, he died by Yan Jing'an's sword.

When she reached the pinnacle of her spiritual cultivation, few in the world could rival her. At this moment, she was a level above Qianluo, and with a guilty conscience and an eagerness to prove herself, she faced Qianluo, who was terrified and only concerned with escaping for his life.

The result is self-evident.

Before he could even last three moves, a sword pierced his heart, and he died on the spot.

The gaze of the group of heroes, including Mo Yu, then fell on Zhu Yuanzhang, who was standing to the side. They stared at the true qi of the sun and moon flowing around him for a long time.

[Myojin Martial Arts Code]!
It can be said to be the ultimate martial art that best suits his path of martial arts.

When Zhu Yuanzhang dealt him a heavy blow, the essence of the sun and moon that he had trapped in his body provided tremendous assistance on his path to growth.

Unfortunately……

Mo Yu, one of the heroes, sighed inwardly.

Unfortunately, Zhu Yuanzhang had not yet reached the pinnacle of his abilities and did not meet the criteria for inclusion in the [Heavenly Book], so I could not extract any talent attributes from him.

In the original story, Zhu Di seems to be stronger than him and even defeated Emperor Bing of Song. Zhu Yuanzhang felt extremely uncomfortable under his gaze, and the hairs on the back of his head stood on end.

He thought that Mo Yu intended to use this unparalleled momentum to crush his former nemesis here and now.

Having just killed Qian Luo, Yan Jing'an rushed back and saw this scene, her heart leaping into her throat.

Her delicate body tensed, wanting to speak up and dissuade her, but the words caught in her throat as she remembered her earlier hesitation.

He was afraid that if he spoke now, it would not only be ineffective, but would also displease his lord and add fuel to the fire.

"If you want to kill us, then do it."

Zhu Yuanzhang glanced at Yan Jing'an, who seemed hesitant to speak, and straightened his back even more. After all, she was a woman he had been attracted to before, and he still had to maintain his dignity.

He gripped the Sun and Moon Blades horizontally with both hands, his Sun and Moon pupils gleaming brightly, his fighting spirit soaring.

"But don't expect us to surrender so easily!"

Mo Yu, however, did not reply. Instead, he turned to look at Yan Jing'an, who was filled with inner turmoil, and spoke softly:
"Go help Yu Ru and the others. Leave no one alive who attacked today."

His tone was calm, without the slightest blame or harsh words.

But to Yan Jing'an, who felt guilty, these words felt like a mountain of heavy pressure.

Even though she was already the head of Cihang Jingzhai and had achieved perfect enlightenment, at this moment, she dared not look up at her master's face.

"Yes, my lord."

Yan Jing'an lowered his head deeply and respectfully responded.

He then picked up his still-dripping sword, turned around, and transformed into a white rainbow, charging into the final battle.

The chivalrous Mo Yu watched Yan Jing'an's retreating figure, silently observing the distant battle, and without turning his head, suddenly spoke to Zhu Yuanzhang beside him:

"I won't say anything about persuading you to surrender; that would only be humiliating to you."

"Don't stay in the Central Plains. Although the Mongol Yuan dynasty's civil administration was a complete mess, its military prowess was still quite admirable."

"Go north, go west, or go south—choose your own path. The world is truly vast."

He paused, looked at Xiang Cangsong, who had been stabbed to death by Yan Jing'an on the battlefield, narrowed his eyes, and continued:

"Of course, if you want to go east to sea, that's fine too. Goguryeo, Japan, Ryukyu—take whichever one you fancy."

"Since you're already a celestial being, able to travel through the air, you won't get lost at sea. However, don't expect me to provide you with a boat."

Mo Yu, the chivalrous hero, spoke with a hint of teasing, before adding:
"Hmm... I remember there are many powerful families in Jiangnan, each with a large fleet of ships."

"You should still have some time before I resolve the issues in Dadu and Shangdu and bring the Dharma Assembly back to Jiangnan."

Zhu Yuanzhang fell completely silent.

He had imagined countless possible outcomes: a fight to the death, defeat, imprisonment, or the loss of his powers. But he never expected that Mo Yu would say something like this.

What kind of spirit is this?
What utter contempt!
They actually regarded the entire country as a plaything that could be given away at will!

Zhu Yuanzhang slowly sheathed the twin blades of the sun and moon, standing shoulder to shoulder with Mo Yu, both casting their gazes toward the distant battle, which had become completely one-sided.

When Zhan Yu saw Han Po die by Yan Jing'an's sword, his mind faltered, and he was stabbed to death by Shangguan Fei with a spear.

Not to be outdone, Shan Yuru, with the help of Fu Yaohong, managed to take down two people before Yan Jing'an arrived, and even managed to glance at her.

Even if she dies, she won't let this woman help her.

Abbess Miejue also beheaded Hanpo.

Only Leng Bieqing, under Li Ruohai's insistence that no one help him, understood that the overall situation was already decided and that this was his last battle.

Instead, he put aside the chaotic thoughts in his mind and, as a simple swordsman, wielded his three-foot-long sword with unrestrained skill, suppressing Li Ruohai.

It was as if they were telling these younger generation that they, the old guys, still had some skills.

"Aren't you afraid that one day I'll sweep everything back?"

Zhu Yuanzhang's voice was somewhat hoarse.

"Don't expect us to appreciate your kindness."

Mo Yu, one of the heroes, shrugged and chuckled.
"It doesn't matter."

"Anyway, I have no intention of vying for the world. After the country is restored, I will not be the one sitting in that position."

"what?!"

Zhu Yuanzhang was truly shocked!
He turned his head sharply, staring in astonishment at Mo Yu's calm profile, his eyes filled with disbelief.

Then, as if he had thought of something, he followed Mo Yu's gaze and looked at Han Lin'er, who was directing the White Lotus Cult members to clean up the battlefield.

"You...you intend to let her become empress?"

"Ah."

The chivalrous Mo Yu responded calmly.

It was as if what he handed over was not this vast empire or the supreme throne, but some insignificant thing.

Zhu Yuanzhang remained silent for a long time.

He stood there, staring blankly at Mo Yu, then at Han Lin'er in the distance, his mind churning with turbulent emotions.

In that instant, he suddenly realized many things, and the points that he couldn't understand before suddenly became clear.

He suddenly really wanted to ask a question.

"if……"

However, when the words were about to come out, Zhu Yuanzhang shook his head and said nothing.

She only glanced deeply at Mo Yu, her eyes filled with an extremely complex mix of admiration, resentment, and relief, which ultimately turned into a silent sigh.

Without a word, he turned around and left dejectedly.

On his way out, Zhu Yuanzhang suddenly stopped.

He noticed a boy standing in the crowd watching the battle not far away.

At a young age, he had already achieved the Lesser Completion of the Celestial Realm, with the Nine Yang Qi flowing within him, sharing the same origin as Mo Yu, and his face still carried the naivety of someone just starting out in the martial world.

More importantly, Zhu Yuanzhang sensed a sense of... destiny from him!
Zhu Yuanzhang was stunned for a moment, as if struck by lightning, and stood frozen in place.

In a daze, time seemed to flow backward.

He almost thought he had returned to that night six months ago.

That night, he launched a surprise attack on Yuan general Zhang Zhiyuan at Hengjian Mountain, and unintentionally met a young man who was also new to the martial world and also possessed the "Destiny".

Subsequently, relying on his power and influence, he wanted to strike first and nip this future threat in the bud.

In the end, they fought to the death, resulting in mutual destruction and forging an irreconcilable feud.

"Haha...hahahaha..."

Zhu Yuanzhang suddenly laughed. At first, it was just a low laugh, but then the laughter grew louder and louder, filled with endless desolation and self-mockery, echoing through the streets.

"So that's how it is... So that's how it is! Fate? Fate! Hahahaha..."

Amidst the astonished gazes of those around them.

The figure of this tyrant, accompanied by his maniacal laughter, gradually faded into the distance, eventually disappearing at the end of the long street.

"Is this guy... sick in the head?"

Zhang Wuji was puzzled by his laughter and scratched his head in confusion.

She couldn't understand why this man, whose aura was so domineering and frightening, was looking at her with such a strange gaze.

I don't understand why he suddenly went crazy when he was perfectly fine.

Not far away, Mo Yu, one of the heroes, also looked through the crowd and landed on Zhang Wuji, his eyes calm and profound.

"If I hadn't attacked you that night... would you have never even tried to seize this world from me?"

"I have no intention of vying for power. Whoever sits in that position, as long as they have no grudge against me, it's all the same to me."

Moreover, based on the image passed down from historical records, the chivalrous Mo Yu actually quite admires the Hongwu Emperor.

But that's exactly what happened.

Whether it was a coincidence of fate or Zhu Yuanzhang's unbridled ambition that ruined things.

Ultimately, the outcome made it impossible for Mo Yu, one of the heroes, to allow him to sit in that supreme position.

Who could have predicted that?
In this era, the one who will ultimately rule the world will be Han Lin'er, who is ambitious but incompetent, and who doesn't even have a "destiny" to rely on!
[Destiny]?
Ha ha
(End of this chapter)