Luck entry, starting from the Nine Dragons' succession

Chapter 202 The outcome is decided, everyone has yielded.
On the path of self-examination.

The avatar was unaware of what was happening outside, because of his sudden rise to power, the sect leaders of the ten major Dao Courts were already locked in a fierce battle.

Even the Yuan Chu Emperor secretly intervened to help, disrupting the situation.

The trials of the destiny of "[Heart as Pure as Ice]" are pushed to their limit by the incarnation, unstoppable, and stepping onto the nine hundredth step.

Only one hundred steps remain.

In the void, watching Jiang Pojun step onto the nine hundredth step, his mood instantly sank to the bottom, as if a huge mountain was pressing down on his heart.

His gaze swept across the misty path of inquiry, revealing Li Qingya's condition.

They were still trapped on the 450th step, struggling desperately.

As for the public facade, Su Yuntian wasn't all that bad.

If things continue like this, Emperor Yuanchu is destined to win this round.

Taking a deep breath, Taixu Zhenjun's eyes flashed with an unusual light, as if the energies of Yin and Yang were circulating.

Immediately, he made a hand seal, and a Yin-Yang Taoist robe appeared on his body.

The moment Emperor Yuanchu and the other nine Daoist rulers saw this Yin-Yang robe, their expressions changed drastically.

Surprise, vigilance, solemnity...

A variety of emotions surfaced in everyone's hearts.

This Yin-Yang Daoist robe is the Qiankun Sect's most prized spiritual treasure—the Qiankun Dharma Robe.

"That Taixu fellow actually brought the Qiankun Dharma Robe with him."

"With the Taixu Wanxiang Bell used before, and both spiritual treasures leaving the Qiankun Sect's ancestral court, isn't he afraid that his lair will be destroyed?"

Shenxiao Zhenjun thought to himself, surprised by Taixu Zhenjun's boldness, and at the same time envious of the profound foundation of Qiankun Sect.

In terms of the number of spiritual treasures, if the Qiankun Sect claims to be second, no one would dare to claim to be first.

Wearing the Qiankun Dharma Robe, the True Lord Taixu's aura grew increasingly powerful, reaching a level that commanded awe.

The Qiankun Robe controls the Yin and Yang energies, and in addition to its amazing defensive power, it can also temporarily enhance a cultivator's strength.

After wielding the Qiankun Robe, the aura of the True Lord Taixu was so powerful that even the other Dao Court leaders stopped what they were doing and looked at him warily.

"Hey--"

The sigh of the Yuan Chu Emperor echoed faintly in the void.

He knew that the third test would not proceed smoothly as he had expected.

Taixu Zhenjun is about to unleash his true power.

Thinking of this, a sharp, cold glint flashed in the deep eyes of the Primordial Emperor, like two sword lights bursting forth and tearing through the void.

"Here comes the sword!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a clear sword cry rang out, soaring straight into the sky, as if a sword had descended from heaven and pressed down on the mortal realm.

Whoosh.

A streak of rainbow light pierced the void and landed in the hand of the Primordial Emperor.
As the rainbow light dissipated, the true form of the Tai'a Sword was revealed. Seemingly sensing the provocation of the Qiankun Robe, the blade of the Tai'a Sword trembled incessantly.

At the tip of the sword, sword light flickered and flashed, extremely sharp; even through the void, one could feel the sharpness of the sword light.

"cut!"

"town!"

The sword's edge slashed through the void.

The handprint pressed horizontally in all directions.

The seemingly powerful supernatural techniques were completely annihilated upon direct collision.

There was no spillover effect whatsoever.

This demonstrates just how exquisite the control over power was between the Primordial Emperor and the True Lord of the Void.

As the two terrifying spiritual tides receded.

Humph--

Humph--

Two muffled groans came from the noses of Emperor Yuanchu and True Lord Taixu.

The exchange just now was a draw, with neither side gaining an advantage.

In fact, it is perfectly normal for top experts like Emperor Yuanchu and True Lord Taixu to fight for three to five days to determine a winner.

For the time being, neither of them can determine a winner.

On the contrary, the other nine Dao Court leaders stood by and watched, seemingly without any intention of intervening.

For top-tier experts of the twelfth realm like them, not using spiritual treasures was merely a minor skirmish, and the outcome was insignificant.

But when someone like Emperor Yuanchu and True Lord Taixu used the Tai'a Sword and the Qiankun Robe, they were truly fighting with their lives on the line.

"hehe--"

"The current situation is extremely unfavorable for Taixu!"

Shenxiao Zhenjun sneered inwardly, a hint of mockery in his voice.

Jiang Pojun is now in the lead and is about to reach the top.

If the True Lord of the Void only has these methods, he probably won't be able to break through the blockade of the Primordial Emperor.

Just as Shenxiao Zhenjun was pondering the current situation.

Suddenly, the avatar that had been advancing with unstoppable momentum abruptly stopped.

They stood frozen in place, completely motionless, as if petrified.

This scene immediately attracted the attention of all the top experts present.

Emperor Yuanchu narrowed his eyes, his pupils suddenly contracted, and then he looked at Wei Jiuxiao, the master of the Sword Pavilion.

"The Sword of the Formless Heart Demon".

"Sect Leader Wei, you have truly remarkable skills."

Emperor Yuanchu praised Wei Jiuxiao almost through gritted teeth, his expression suggesting he wanted to devour Wei Jiuxiao alive.

"Your Majesty is so complimentary!"

Wei Jiuxiao chuckled lightly, appearing completely calm and unconcerned about the resentful gaze of Emperor Yuanchu.

The Formless Demon Sword is one of the ultimate techniques of the Sword Pavilion.

Moreover, it is the most enigmatic of all the unique martial arts techniques of the Sword Pavilion.

Sword cultivators are known for their powerful direct combat abilities, and their training is to break through all laws with a single sword strike.

With a sword in hand, I have the world at my command.

However, the sword cultivator who created the Formless Demon Sword took a different path and forged a completely different route.

Unlike ordinary sword cultivators who prefer direct confrontation, he prefers to resort to underhanded tactics, making him a disgrace among sword cultivators.

The Formless Heart Demon Sword is the opponent's masterpiece. It can silently arouse the cultivator's inner demons, causing the cultivator to sink into the inner demons and be unable to extricate themselves.

Most importantly, this sword technique is unlike ordinary swordplay, which is grand and imposing; instead, it is extremely secretive. Often, the opponent is caught off guard without even realizing they have been struck by the Formless Heart Demon Sword.

The Sword Pavilion and the Qiankun Sect have actually cooperated!

Upon realizing this, everyone's expressions changed slightly, they distanced themselves, and looked warily at everyone except themselves.

Who knows if there are other Daoist courts colluding with each other!
Ask yourself about your inner journey.

The avatar suddenly realized that the scene before it had changed.

The familiar room appeared before my eyes.

The phone on the table is charging, and on the laptop screen, Xin Xiaomeng is doing everything she can to please herself.

Upon seeing the familiar scene, the avatar was stunned for a moment, then a nostalgic expression appeared on its face.

"I never imagined that the Path of Inquiry could conjure up scenes from my past life."

A wave of emotion and reflection washed over me.

Open your phone, log into Arknights, abandon your brain, and unleash a carnage with Extra gum.

"Oh dear—what a pity, I missed the anniversary celebration, my new energy angel—"

I felt like I'd missed out on a fortune.

Seemingly sensing the frustration in the incarnation's heart, time suddenly reversed, going back to May 1st, the time when the anniversary celebration had just begun.

Upon seeing this, the avatar paused for a moment.

"This inner demon is somewhat intelligent; it can conjure up whatever I want."

"Ship out immediately."

"I want a new energy angel."

As the avatar manipulated the phone screen, a dazzling golden light suddenly burst forth.

Sure enough, it was shipped out on the first try.

So intelligent!

What a wonderful inner demon!
After completing the event levels, he put down his phone, his eyes clearing with a hint of clarity.

"Is this the inner demon that Wenxinlu faces?"

"This routine feels a bit different from before!"

The avatar stroked his chin, pondering as he spoke.

His recent experience made him realize that something was amiss.

The preceding section on inner demons emphasizes immersion.

Once a cultivator who is caught up in it realizes the logical inconsistencies, the sense of immersion will be disrupted, making it easy to break free from the inner demons.

But the inner demon before me is different; it's clearly telling you that I'm a fake.

Not only is it fake, but I can also modify it at will.

Like a graceful and agile dancer, she can strike any pose she wants.

The main point is to let you do whatever you want.

You are the god of this world, all-powerful!

If one's will is not firm, one might actually become immersed in this illusory sense of omnipotence.

Even knowing it's fake, they're willing to immerse themselves in it and refuse to wake up.

"Hey--"

"This inner demon is much more sophisticated than before."

"only……"

"Fake, will be fake after all!"

Even if someone is omnipotent, it is still ultimately a lie.

The avatar steadied himself and gritted his teeth.

The familiar bedroom in front of him disappeared from his sight.

In the void.

When Emperor Yuanchu saw Jiang Pojun stop, he couldn't help but feel worried.

In particular, the candidates for the Ten Great Dao Courts seized this opportunity to frantically close the gap.

However, inner demons are a very troublesome thing.

We can only get through this on our own; the help that outsiders can provide is very limited.

Even the Primordial Emperor could not domineeringly help Jiang Pojun suppress his inner demons.

Wei Jiuxiao looked at Jiang Pojun, who was standing still, and a smug smile appeared on his lips.

A few days ago, when True Lord Taixu took the initiative to cooperate with him, Wei Jiuxiao refused.

However, the True Lord Taixu really gave too much.

Even as the head of the Sword Pavilion, he couldn't help but glance at him sideways.

In addition, their Sword Pavilion had been in turmoil for a period of time, and its vitality was greatly damaged.

The ability to cultivate an invincible body is inherently limited, and the chances of success are extremely slim.

Instead of pursuing this extremely slim chance, why not cooperate with Taixu Zhenjun?

But the smile that had just appeared on Wei Jiuxiao's face froze instantly the next second.

Ask yourself about your inner journey.

Jiang Pojun stopped for less than the time it takes to drink a cup of tea before he regained consciousness and resumed his ascent to the summit.

Have I broken free from my inner demons?
Wei Jiuxiao's heart sank. As the caster of the spell, he knew all too well the power of the Formless Demon Sword.

In his view, Jiang Pojun, a peasant, would definitely not be able to resist the temptation of being able to take whatever he wanted and become a god.

But Jiang Pojun's performance completely exceeded his expectations.

It only delayed him for the time it takes to drink a cup of tea.

This scene caused the expressions of the various Dao Court leaders to change.

While they were still hesitating about whether to join forces to stop Jiang Pojun again.

The avatar suddenly quickened its pace, rushing forward like an arrow released from a bow.

In the blink of an eye, we reached the summit and arrived at the end of the Path of Inquiry.

"Hahaha--"

"The victory is decided!"

"Thank you all for your kindness!"

The Emperor Yuanchu's hearty laughter echoed in the void, making the faces of the Dao Court leaders look terribly ugly.

(End of this chapter)