The True Lord has arrived

Chapter 214 War Devastates All Industries, This Body Devours the Heavens

"That is the divine power of the Lord of War, a true ancient secret."

"What, you're asking me if I've seen it?"

"That--"

"Of course I've never seen it."

On Zhou Yan's shoulder sat the white jade lion cat, licking its paws, and then said, "But, in any case, this is definitely the most powerful method in the world, absolutely the strongest!"

Zhou Yan quickly flew away, leaving an avatar in his meditation room. He then went to Pei Xuan Niao's house and took out a box of exquisite pastries. Although Pei Xuan Niao was on the mountain, he was still very picky about food.

He also likes to eat desserts and often goes down the mountain to the riverbank to buy some snacks.

Zhou Yan knew he wouldn't get anything out of the lion cat, so he went to the old lady of Lishan's courtyard. The old lady was quite happy and accepted the snacks Zhou Yan brought, letting the young Taoist priest into the courtyard.

The lion cat, on the other hand, was perched on the wall.

Although he himself didn't know why he didn't want to go in.

But his instincts told him that something terrible would happen if he went in, so he decided against it.

The lion cat tucked its two front paws in front of it, yawned, and took a nap in the sun. Zhou Yan paid his respects to the Old Mother of Lishan. The old lady held up a drop of blood in her palm. Within that drop of Chi You's essence blood, countless words seemed to flow.

The Heaven-Devouring Technique that Can Destroy All Industries in War!

Zhou Yan looked at those ancient and mysterious characters.

One can sense the powerful will and supernatural abilities contained within these words.

However, there is a very important issue.

Lord Zhou was illiterate.

The Old Mother of Lishan chuckled and said, "Alright, alright, I forgot. How could you know about writing from thousands or tens of thousands of years ago? But it doesn't matter." The Old Mother of Lishan took out some soil, shaped it into a small ball for Zhou Yan, and then stuck it into the center of his forehead.

In an instant, the meanings of countless ancient human characters flooded into my mind like a tidal wave.

Thus, Zhou Yan learned this oldest script of the human race.

The Old Mother of Lishan is an alias of the goddess Nuwa.

For humans, anything they don't know how to do, they can simply ask the goddess to reshape it for them, and they will learn it instantly.

The white jade lion cat over there stared wide-eyed, its tail wagging enviously, "They're so kind. I wonder if the Old Mother of Lishan could give me back those two I lost..."

boom! ! !
Before he could say what he was pinching...

An invisible bolt of lightning struck the white jade lion cat directly on the head.

The white jade lion cat let out a howl, its whole body steaming as it lay on the wall, its hind legs twitching, and the fur on the tips of its ears was all burnt and curled.

Then four more times in a row, as if struck by lightning!

After a moment of silence, two more bolts of lightning struck, delivering two more powerful blows.

It twitched for a while.

The white jade lion cat slowly opened its eyes, its gaze clear and serene.
"Strange, what was I thinking just now?"

"Why did you fall asleep?"

The sun is so nice.

The lion cat yawned, looking at Zhou Yan and the Old Mother of Lishan with envy:
"Humans are so wonderful! They can make anything you want, Your Majesty. If only Your Majesty could..."

boom! ! ! !

The lion cat was trapped in an endless cycle of thunder.

The commotion was covered up by a kind-hearted older brother holding a memorial tablet.

Zhou Yan had already understood this scroll of cultivation technique. The crimson-gold characters flowed before his eyes. The Old Mother of Lishan said in a gentle voice, "The last person to cultivate this method was Xiang Yu of the human race."

"However, even though the cultivation methods are the same, each practitioner takes a different path."

"The roads are the same, but the scenery is different."

"Their final techniques are different from the original methods."

"You should do the same, using this technique as a guide to forge your own path."

The practice of this method is not about sitting in meditation, but about tempering the mind and body in endless battles, killings and conquests, turning all external obstacles, the power of enemies, the resentment of the world, and even one's own failures into resources for growth.

"Embrace all things within yourself, condense your obsession as fuel, take fighting spirit as your foundation, destroy and then rebuild, fight to the death."

Zhou Yan's expression was solemn.

Neither Buddhism nor Taoism wants to be tainted by karma and cause and effect. However, this particular cultivation method transforms the karma of killing into sustenance, which can temper karma and transform it into a special true essence of the warrior.

It is specifically designed to restrain all Buddhist and Taoist practitioners.

They were also regarded as a great enemy by ancient Qi cultivators.

Ordinary cultivators pursue inner peace, but the "Destroying Heaven and Destroying All Businesses Technique" does the opposite.

The desire for victory, the pursuit of power, and the indomitable fighting spirit—these obsessions form the foundation of this divine skill. The stronger the obsession, the brighter the flame.

The stronger the enemy defeated, the more fervent the fighting spirit. The boost from a glorious victory far surpasses that of a century of arduous cultivation.

Each time he was seriously injured or even on the verge of death, it was a crucial opportunity to cultivate the "Destroying Heaven Technique of War and Myriad Businesses". Zhou Yan suddenly understood why Ji Xuanyuan had dismembered Chi You and buried the parts in different places after defeating him.

"Entering the world to undergo tribulations is an ancient method of combat used by the human race, making them invincible."

The more they fight, the stronger they become; the stronger they become, the more they want to fight.

It is related to the lineage of military strategy, but it is different. Or rather, this is probably the source of the lineage of military strategy!

Zhou Yan asked, "Can I teach this technique to other people?"

He thought of Shen Cangming.

I thought of Uncle Shen's anger, resentment, and sadness.

The Old Mother of Lishan looked kind and gentle, but still shook her head: "I'm afraid that won't work."

"This method is not written down; it can only be transmitted through the essence, blood, and spirit."

"Unless you cultivate to the point where you can leave your divine will in your blood, it will be difficult to pass it on to others."

Zhou Yan wanted to cultivate this method, but he remembered what he had heard in the underground palace. This drop of blood was probably the will of Chi You separated from An Lushan. If he rashly accepted it, he was afraid that his soul would be devoured.

So he told the Old Mother of Lishan.

The Old Mother of Lishan nodded: "I think so too. However, there happens to be a method that can isolate his will, allowing you to use his essence and blood to temper your body and learn this technique without becoming the body he resurrects."

Zhou Yan said, "There is such a method?"

The old lady said, "Mm."

She still had a kind face and silver hair, and her peaceful voice carried the composure of an ancient god: "These three days, I created something new for you."

Three days later, a new method was created to isolate the divine thoughts of the War God Chi You? Zhou Yan was shocked.

The old woman said, "No matter what, that child is still human. I'm no match for him in a fight, but isolating his consciousness isn't difficult, it's just..."

Regardless of anything else, You was a human. Now that he was dead, his head had been dug out, his essence blood had been refined, and his anger, killing intent, resentment, and consciousness from before his death had been mixed together and placed here. The Old Mother of Lishan felt a needle-like pain in her heart.

She personally witnessed the battle between Ji Xuanyuan and Chi You.

"do not worry."

The young Taoist's voice came, saying, "I will... kill An Lushan, and then ensure that the Lord of War Chiyou will not be disturbed." The Old Mother of Lishan looked at him, and the pain in her heart eased slightly. She felt that he was indeed a very good child, and her expression became kind.

He led Zhou Yan into the house.

“His blood carries a strong killing intent. If you touch it rashly, you will be affected. However, the other drop of essence blood in your hand can make up for it.” The Old Mother of Lishan asked Zhou Yan to take out the golden dragon blood of the monk Kongkong.

The golden dragon blood emitted golden Buddhist light, resisting the killing intent of Chi You's blood.

Zhou Yan pondered, "It's a mixture of Buddhist light and killing intent. Should I eat it all?" He reached out to take two drops of blood, which startled the Old Mother of Lishan, who raised her wooden cane and slammed it on the young Taoist's head.

With a flick of his wrist, the wooden cane twirled and hooked onto Zhou Yan's collar.

The old lady was both amused and exasperated: "Wait, wait!"

Why are you so greedy?

"Military strategists want to kill, but Buddhists don't want karma. If you eat this, won't it explode? There's a way." The old lady took out a scroll, unfolded it, and on it was a painting, depicting the War God's Suppression of the World, with a golden ancient dragon coiled around it.

Upon closer inspection, the appearance of the warlord was Zhou Yan.

The old lady said, "I drew this over the past few days. The power of these two drops of blood is too strong. Your internal organs can't handle it right now. You can have someone draw this picture on your body so that the essence in the blood can slowly seep in and temper your body."

"Then we will use the true meaning of Buddhism to fight against You's will."

Is it to use the remaining Buddhist will of the monk Kongkong to block the gate of the warlord's murderous intent?
Zhou Yan understood. The Old Mother of Lishan said, "As for who will paint it, although I could..." The Fuxi tablet in the corner of the room suddenly swayed, as if it were about to fall. A smile flashed in the old lady's eyes as she turned and opened the partition door.

There stood Li Zhiwei, who was quite small, holding a pile of paints and brushes, outside the door.

"But she's still the most suitable."

“This child has been observing my brother’s paintings for some time and has made some progress. She also has a karmic connection with you, so it would be perfect for her to paint.”

As soon as he finished speaking, the swaying Fuxi tablet came to a steady stop and remained motionless.

He lay peacefully in his corpse.

Don't disturb.

The old lady reached out and touched Miss Li's hair: "Are you ready?"

Li Zhiwei nodded, her voice clear and crisp: "Of course."

Zhou Yan first offered incense to the memorial tablet of Fuxi, and then asked in a low voice, "I met Emperor Kaiming in Shu. He seemed to trust me as soon as he saw me."

"You should know that I was one of the nine people who killed him."

"Is it because of Nuwa's transformation magic, or is it related to you?"

I guess it's the latter.

The memorial tablet of Fuxi remained motionless.

Zhou Yan asked, "So, at this time, is Kaiming the remaining eight heads, or is he, like the peacock, just a head transformed from a single skull? Has he been trapped beneath the underground palace all these years, or has he only been trapped recently?"

Xi Huang did not move at all.

Lord Zhou's lips twitched slightly. He flicked the incense ash between his fingertips onto the memorial tablet, casually popping a pastry into his mouth to suppress the nameless anger in his heart. He said, "I heard from Miss Li that you painted many pictures for the old lady. This one is a painting that the old lady painted for me. How about it? Are you envious?"

"Yes, this was drawn for me by the Empress."

"is it nice?"

"He even personally created the cultivation method for me."

"Created by myself."

Click!

A crack appeared behind the wooden memorial tablet.

Lord Zhou's lips curled up little by little: "Isn't there some noise? Do you want to come out? Oh dear, but you can't leave Her Majesty's place, and with Her Majesty here, you can't get out either, right?"

"This bug is really not very interesting, but it's also quite amusing."

"I just want to see you like this, anxious but helpless."

"Lord Xihuang."

"Anxious!"

Zhou Yan completed the daily tasks he had set for himself.

The eccentric and unpredictable Xi Huang is complete.

Having been rescued into this world and experienced life and death, we've formed a bond of camaraderie. But don't ask how we ended up facing a life-or-death crisis.

Although Zhou Yan could not defeat Fuxi, his anger never subsided.

Burning incense and calming her mind, Li Zhiwei spread out all her paintbrushes. The young girl, dressed in a simple blue round-necked robe, had her black hair held up with a brush as a hairpin. Her wrist was neatly tied up, revealing a section of her fair wrist. Holding up the brush, she said gracefully:

"All right."

Where should it be drawn?

The Old Mother of Lishan said to Zhou Yan, "Take it off."

Lord Zhou: "…………"

Li Zhiwei: "…………"

The young Taoist priest snapped out of his rambling, bizarre thoughts about the grand undertaking of Emperor Xi, nearly dropping the scroll in his hand. He instinctively shrank back, his voice trembling slightly:

"what?"

Li Zhiwei's fingers gripped the pen tightly, and a thin blush rose to the tips of her ears.

His face does not change color.

The Old Mother of Lishan still smiled, gently tapping the ground with her cane, her tone still kind: "Silly child, how can you paint on someone's body without taking off their clothes? Do you expect me to paint on their clothes?"

Li Zhiwei exhaled and opened her eyes.

Silently recite it in your heart.

This is a radish, this is a radish, this is a radish.

The young girl raised her eyebrows and pointed her pen at Lord Zhou.

"Take off!"

(End of this chapter)