Starting with the divine power of the Great Vajra, he traversed the heavens.

Chapter 462 Forging the Foundation (Seeking Monthly Tickets!)
What are you fiddling with?

The god looked on incredulously, "How outrageous! Poisoning someone right in front of you?"

Hongxiu stood with her hands on her hips, a crooked smile on her face: "This isn't poison."

"what is that?"

"Medicine for wounds!"

The god was stunned: "You applied wound medicine to the blade?"

Hongxiu looked him up and down provocatively, then chuckled and said, "The effect is outstanding."

Seeing her smug and lively demeanor, the god became wary and took two steps back.

Hongxiu glanced at him sideways and sneered, "Here I come!" She swayed and charged forward headfirst.

The god sensed something was amiss, took a step to the side, and extended three fingers.

Several clanging sounds were heard, and flames rose into the air.

Just then, the demonic blade in Hongxiu's hand suddenly disappeared, and she threw two punches.

The divine general repeatedly extended his fingers to block, but then felt a strange sound behind his head. He dared not turn around, so he flicked his hand to the side, took a step back, and then struck out with his palm in the air behind him.

Just as he raised his hand, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his shoulder!
Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be the blood-red, crystal-clear demonic blade, which had somehow ended up embedded in his shoulder!
It turned out that when Hongxiu rushed over, she had already anticipated that he would strike with his palm, so she released "Candle Flower Red" and used the electric force of "Heavenly Wrath True Qi" to control the knife.

It appeared to be aimed at the back of the divine general, but in reality, before the opponent could exert any force, it had already flipped around and stuck in his shoulder!
The god, having suffered this injury, felt an even greater pain in his shoulder. He let out a long howl, reached out with his left hand to grab the hilt of the knife, and tried to pull it out.

But to everyone's surprise, even when I shook my wrist and arm, it didn't move at all!

He glanced at it and saw that the wound on his shoulder had already healed, and the crescent-shaped demonic blade seemed to have grown onto his shoulder, impossible to tear off.

At the same time, wave after wave of terrible pain surged forth.

This kind of pain is the entire process from the body shattering to the blood vessels tearing, and then to the nerves snapping. The intense pain burns and continuously destroys the individual's spirit.

Most importantly, the "golden wound medicine" on the demonic blade continues to heal itself, causing the user to suffer even more pain.

It's like falling into an endless hell, constantly sinking deeper and deeper.

The god general trembled uncontrollably, screaming in agony, "Ahhhh!!! What kind of medicine is this? What kind of monstrosity is this?! It hurts so much, it hurts so much!!!"

“I told you, it’s wound medicine.” Hongxiu’s voice suddenly came from behind him.

The god's expression changed drastically. He mustered his remaining strength, turned around, and threw a punch.

However, he was now in excruciating pain, his true energy was intermittent, and once he threw a punch, his rhythm of moves was thrown into chaos, revealing several openings.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Hongxiu chuckled, leaped onto the general's arm, took two light steps, then somersaulted and grabbed the hilt of the sword.

With a burst of divine power, he yanked it open!
"Ah, no!"

The god general let out a miserable howl as blood spurted from his shoulder, as Hongxiu had ripped a large chunk of flesh out of him.

Seeing his pitiful state, Hongxiu, standing in mid-air, exclaimed, "Oh dear, don't!"

Before he even landed, "poof," he stabbed the demonic blade into his left shoulder with a backhand motion.

The god staggered back, his expression bitter. Waves of burning, demonic pain assaulted his mind, causing his expression to change drastically.

Seeing Hongxiu approaching again, he immediately kicked her in the lower abdomen.

Hongxiu shuddered and took two steps back, but calmly brushed off her clothes and laughed, "Still so energetic, aren't you? Spineless, aren't you?" Her smile turned wicked, "Then I'll chop you into mincemeat and chew you up!"

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly darted forward like a shooting star, rushing towards the divine general. He first punched the general in the ribs, the force penetrating him, instantly causing the general to bend over and cough up blood.

Hongxiu chuckled lightly, then used a scorpion tail swing, raising her left leg and striking with her heel. With a soft thud, the demonic blade tore through the muscle of the shoulder and pierced the general's chest cavity.

This fighting style was strange and ruthless. The divine general let out a miserable cry and was about to strike with his right index finger.

Unexpectedly, without landing on her left leg, Hongxiu lightly touched the ground with her right foot, leaping into the air and hovering like a large ball, before slamming into his chest with a "bang".

This attack was as powerful as a mountain collapsing, its force beyond compare.

The god screamed repeatedly, unable to hold on any longer, and fell heavily backward with a "whoosh!" as the demonic sword on his shoulder flew off.

Hongxiu, however, moved erratically, her fists clenching like tigers released from their cages, making a series of loud thuds. She managed to grab the flying demonic blade and plunge it into his abdomen once more.

The god was beaten so badly that he trembled like a leaf, blood gushing from his body. He was in so much pain that he was constantly struggling and unable to move properly. He was suffering terribly.

Red Sleeve's small fists struck relentlessly, their unparalleled force causing the divine general's body to crack and break countless bones. "Candle Flower Red" also thrust in and out repeatedly. In just a few breaths, she had beaten him beyond recognition.

Suddenly, a flying shadow rose up like a surging wave on the sea.

With a swift stroke of her dagger, a hand was severed amidst a spray of blood.

"Ah!" the god cried out, "My hand!"

At that moment, Hongxiu twisted her body and suddenly leaned into his arms, raising her right leg and kicking several inches high. With a snap, she struck his jaw with lightning speed!
The god, struck by this powerful force, immediately rolled his eyes back and collapsed to the ground.

With her left palm supporting the sky and her right palm touching the ground, she stood on cat's feet, slowly floating to the ground. She appeared perfectly composed, with a serene expression, truly displaying the demeanor of a grandmaster.

Impeccable!

"Hmm, it left a breath, perfect!" Hongxiu picked up the severed hand from the ground, looked at it, then took out a piece of ointment from her waist, applied it to the broken area, and pressed it firmly!
"Hmm~!"

The god suddenly opened his eyes, his face was as red as blood, the veins on his forehead were bulging, his whole body was convulsing like a fish, and he opened his mouth wide, about to shout out.

Hongxiu remained expressionless as the demonic blade pierced and pried at his mouth.

*Pfft*, a piece of tongue popped out.

Well, he'll never be able to taste delicious brains again.

Hongxiu moved with incredible speed, slapping the forehead with the hilt of her sword with a resounding thud, like a great bell, knocking the general unconscious.

After finishing everything, the little beggar grinned and said, "Heh, medicine people shouldn't talk so much. Just obediently contribute to this heroine's longevity cause!" With that, she picked up the severed hand and examined it again, then suddenly frowned and said, "The healing effect is very good, but a few meridians are misaligned. Failure!"

With a casual snap, Hongxiu broke off her hand.

The god twitched a few more times, but did not wake up.

The little beggar got up, grabbed his arm, whistled, and walked towards the village as if dragging a dead dog, talking to himself as he went.

"So, what exactly is he here for?"
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A sudden downpour struck in the afternoon, soaking the mountains for a while, but the rain stopped as the sun set.

In the stillness before the crescent moon rose, a chill began to rise.

Suddenly, a flash of light appeared.

A figure appeared, stepping on the broken branches and leaves scattered on the ground and the still flowing drizzle. He staggered, suddenly put his hand to his forehead, and slowly hunched over.

With a splitting headache, Ren Shaoyang's eyes were bloodshot, and the veins on his forehead bulged. His sharp sword intent was out of control, surging forth and instantly pushing away the surrounding rain.

Fortunately, he had been bedridden for many years in his previous life, which had cultivated his willpower to be stronger than that of ordinary people. He endured the pain and slowly calmed his mind. However, he still felt as if mathematical symbols and words were jumping into his eyes, like mosquitoes flying around.

Ren Shaoyang exerted all his strength, focusing on maintaining his inner peace and ignoring the pain, as if his body did not belong to him.

After an unknown amount of time, Ren Shaoyang felt weak all over and had to lean against a big tree to keep from falling. He had almost lost all his strength.

"The course of Heaven is constant; it does not exist for Yao, nor does it perish for Jie."

The sentence appeared inexplicably in my mind, echoing and resounding continuously.

Scenes from the past flashed before my eyes: from struggling to survive at Dripping Cliff, to traveling with Hongxiu and Ding'an, and even the life-and-death battles against countless powerful enemies.
He firmly believed that the ultimate way of the sword lies in severing all ties and achieving unparalleled supremacy.

Only now do I realize how wrong I was.

The severe headache began to subside, replaced by an unprecedented clarity.

"The universe operates without knowledge or awareness, flowing gently and harmoniously, in perfect harmony with nature."

Ren Shaoyang slowly raised his head, and in an instant, his mind underwent a great change. He felt that the gloomy old forest suddenly had endless interest.

He heard the soft sound of rain seeping into the soil and saw the life sprouting from the broken branch. The earth pulsed beneath his feet, gradually becoming one with his heartbeat; the lingering thunder in the air resonated faintly with his own breath.

The jumbled mathematical symbols in my mind were no longer chaotic.

They combine and arrange themselves, evolving into an invisible yet clearly perceptible essence—"rhythm".

The sound of wind, raindrops, heartbeats, the growth of grass and trees, the breathing of the earth—all things in heaven and earth have their own unique frequencies.

At this moment, Ren Shaoyang cast aside all his thoughts; all his past confrontations and conquests now sounded like discordant notes.

He let go of his ego and stopped clinging to control it.

Instead, let your inner voice quietly blend into the omnipresent rhythm of heaven and earth.

"Buzz!"

The sharp sword intent that once cleaved everything around him vanished silently, like ice melting and snow melting away.

It did not disappear, but rather it washed away all the discordant noises and returned to a deep tranquility that resonated with all things.

This is described as: Still waters run deep.

Ren Shaoyang slowly opened his eyes and chuckled, "I have struggled with myself for a long time, and I would rather be myself."

Once these words were spoken, everyone understood.

He is still Ren Shaoyang, but he is no longer an isolated island in the world.

His very existence is a clear and resolute chord in the grand symphony of heaven and earth.

Ren Shaoyang slowly exhaled, looked down at the myriad lights of Fengxi Village below the mountain, smiled slightly, and took a step forward.

At this moment, a wondrous sight appeared.

Ren Jianshen's figure seemed to blend into the wind and the moonlit night, silent and still, yet seemingly breathing in unison with the entire mountain forest and this world.

The foundation of the Dao of Harmony of Heaven was quietly forged here.
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P.S.: In my opinion, in Feng Ge's martial arts world, the strongest thing is always the "Way of Harmony". The Flowing Six Voids is just a technique, while the Way of Harmony is the most fundamental "Way".

As I said before, the upper limit of the world limits Liang Xiao.

(End of this chapter)