The True Lord has arrived

Chapter 312 The Wondrous Dao of Qingyuan Manifests the True Lord
While the young girl and Li Yuanying were facing off, the battle between Zhou Yan and Jin Tianwang had also reached a fever pitch, with Zhou Yan being a fourth-rank former Five Sacred Mountains True Lord and Jin Tianwang a fifth-rank contemporary Daoist.

Each has its shortcomings, but each also has its own strengths.

The two sides fought fiercely and were evenly matched. Zhou Yan learned from Jin Tianwang the methods and techniques of Xiyue Zhenjun in using the Dharma Body. The great supernatural power [Eight-Armed Seven-Fold Buddha Dharma Body], which originally required a huge amount of magical power, could gradually be used at will.

boom! ! !
Another thrust came, but Jin Tianwang blocked it with his sword.

In terms of martial arts skills, King Jin is no less skilled than Zhou Yan.

However, the special blessing Zhou Yan received within this blessed land resulted in immense power.

Jin Tianwang grunted as he was struck hard by Zhou Yan's spear, slamming heavily to the ground. Dust billowed out, and shockwaves rolled out in layers. Jin Tianwang felt that this bastard had gone mad and was aiming intently at his lumbar spine.

My lower back is hurting right now.

The malevolent energy of Geng metal converged, directly activating the true form of the Dharma body. The enormous arm, gripping a long spear, fiercely slashed towards Zhou Yan, its light illuminating all directions and dispersing the layers of clouds.

Zhou Yan spun around, his spear grazing against the Gengjin evil energy spear, unleashing magical flames. He used the momentum to launch himself into the air, instantly activating his Buddha Dharma form. Around Zhou Yan, layers of raging flames swirled and piled up, transforming into two enormous arms.

It slammed fiercely into the Golden Heavenly King.

The monsters in the mist and the people who had been awakened looked panicked, watching as two figures clashed repeatedly in the sky. Since their martial arts had reached a state of perfection, when their moves collided, they would also manifest their Dharma forms to attack each other.

The Tengwang Pavilion is built on the mountainside of Yutai Mountain.

This also prevented the possibility of the two clashing from involving ordinary people.

In the distance, all that could be seen was the layered clouds dyed red. Amidst the booming sound like thunder in broad daylight, arms and fists of two Dharma forms, one golden and one crimson, appeared continuously. Each strike would shatter the clouds, dyeing the entire world of Yuntai Mountain in gold and red.

The magnificent and splendor of the ancient city of Langzhong, stretching endlessly, contrasted sharply with the city shrouded in layers of mist, making it seem as if a celestial being had descended to earth. However, at this moment, the ancient city of Langzhong was filled with monsters shrouded in mist and sleeping people.

Very few people were able to witness this extraordinary scene.

Inside the antique shop.

Shen Cangming looked up into the distance, and Pei Xuanniao and the others saw the blazing golden light of the fire clouds in the distance. They were all somewhat lost in thought and dazed.

The Taoist priests from Qingcheng Mountain and Dan Ding Sect felt their scalps tingle and muttered:
"Who...who is this...?"

Xuan Zhuzi said irritably, "He is the founder of the Taishanglou Temple."

"Alright, stop looking and come help me refine pills to save people!"

He was anxious, and his tone became somewhat impolite. At this moment, Shen Cangming was in charge of dealing with the monsters swirling around in the mist, while Li Zhenyue and Pei Xuanniao were leading the thousand state soldiers to quickly guide the people over.

Even though they were not as powerful as Zhou Yan, they were still trying to overcome the calamities in Langzhong City in their own way.

Many Taoist priests hurriedly went to prepare the medicinal herbs, and Xu Zhilan got up to help. Seeing the flow of vital energy in the sky, she felt somewhat dazed, a hint of sadness in her eyes, and once again thought of her previous experience—

I thought of that day, that young Taoist priest who held a three-pointed, double-edged sword and looked like a god descending to earth.

Everything seemed like a dream.

"Indeed, someone as ethereal as him is far removed from ordinary people like me..."

Xu Zhilan felt a pang of sadness, but she exhaled and slapped her cheeks hard, using the stinging pain to rouse herself: "Never mind, I can't just give up like this."

She wanted to learn from her teacher and help more people, and help Xuanzhuzi heal everyone's wounds. Shen Fei accompanied her. Xuanzhuzi's small package contained many medicinal herbs, and the Taoists also went to local pharmacies in Langzhong to get medicinal herbs.

The main task is to prepare two kinds of pills.

One is used to calm the mind and soothe the nerves; the other is used to maintain vital energy.

The former ensures that when people wake up, they will not suffer mental trauma due to prolonged sleep and be unable to distinguish between reality and dreams; the latter maintains the normal functioning of the body and prevents the internal organs from failing due to insufficient vital energy.

Soon after coming into contact with the patient, Xuan Zhuzi immediately figured out what to do.

Xu Zhilan and Consort Shen, who had no magical powers, helped him with the initial processing of the medicinal herbs.

While processing the medicinal herbs, Consort Shen accidentally slipped and nearly fell to the ground. Xu Zhilan caught her in time, preventing her from falling. However, the sway still caused Consort Shen to lose her balance and crash into the wall.

Her hair was loose, and a hairpin fell to the ground.

It shattered with a snap.

It was a very old hairpin with plum blossom marks on the end. It was drawn by Li Zhiwei when she was five years old and had it made. She kept it all this time. It was Consort Shen's favorite gift, and she never parted with it even when she was trapped with An Lushan.

Xu Zhilan quickly squatted down to help her pick up the hairpin.

“Aunt Shen, I will keep these hairpins safe. My teacher is skilled in mechanisms, she will definitely find a way to fix them.”

Consort Shen also squatted down, hurriedly trying to pick up the hairpin.

A sharp pain shot through her, and she instinctively withdrew her finger. When she was imprisoned by An Lushan, she had sharpened the end of this hairpin to a point to avoid humiliation, intending to use it to pierce her throat in a moment of crisis and maintain her dignity.

In her haste to retrieve the hairpin, she pricked herself, blood trickling from her pale finger. Xu Zhilan quickly fetched something to bandage Consort Shen's wound, but Consort Shen remained dazed, murmuring, "...Little Yun'er?!"

"Little Yun'er, something's happened?!"

boom! ! !
Zhou Yan clashed with him again. This time, Jin Tianwang did not hesitate and closed in, his moves becoming both dangerous and urgent. He intended to kill Zhou Yan even at the cost of injury. At this moment, Zhou Yan's eyes narrowed. He saw Li Zhiwei and Li Yuanying facing off, and saw the girl suddenly raise her hand and strike his heart with her palm.

Zhou Yan's pupils contracted violently.

Li Zhiwei was a painter named Xuan Guan, possessing magical powers, but his physique had not undergone a significant transformation compared to ordinary people. If he were to unleash his magical power and strike hard, his heart might be shattered. He suddenly swept his spear across, intending to force Jin Tianwang away.

Without thinking twice, they rushed there.

However, Jin Tianwang was determined to stop him, so he immediately transformed into a beam of light to intercept him. This time, he directly activated his fourth-grade Dharma body, and his huge Gengjin evil energy transformed into a spear Dharma body, which slammed down on Zhou Yan.

Zhou Yan blocked the fierce attack with his bright silver spear. Even with the blessing of the mountain god's status within this blessed land, his flying momentum was also forcibly stopped.

Zhou Yan's eyes reddened as he angrily said:
"roll!!!"

The Golden King sneered, "When you forced me to retreat that day, I had the same thoughts as you do now. What goes around comes around, and I will stop you today... Heh, I understand..." The Golden King glanced sideways at the confrontation through the gap in the Tengwang Pavilion.

"That human woman, is she your treasure?"

Zhou Yan lunged towards that direction, but after Jin Tianwang realized this, his determination to stop Zhou Yan grew stronger. After all, his strength was that of a veteran fourth-rank expert. Even if he couldn't kill Zhou Yan, he could still stop him.

Zhou Yan had almost reached the window of Tengwang Pavilion, but was firmly suppressed by a sword. He looked at the girl holding the seal in her hands, her face was deathly pale, her lips were bloodless, but her eyes were bright and clear.

When the seal is raised high, it is as if the past is being relived.

While still in the ghost market, I gave him the jade pendant.

He was in the imperial palace, holding the imperial seal and bestowing the title of Mountain God of Misty Peak. He was the Lord of Mount Tai.

"It's just that the price will be higher this time," Li Zhiwei's voice fell into Zhou Yan's ears.

"Master Zhou Yan, hailing from Sichuan, is a descendant of the Xiang Emperor and a primordial deity."

"Add an honorific title—"

"…………"

Then, under Zhou Yan's gaze, Li Zhiwei collapsed like a falling leaf, blood trickling from the corner of her mouth, soaking her clothes. Zhou Yan's pupils involuntarily contracted. Jin Tianwang exerted all his strength to suppress Zhou Yan, sneering:

"Therefore, all that has happened in the past is bestowed upon you today, you..."

boom! ! !
Suddenly, a surge of fortune appeared, like a long dragon, galloping ten thousand miles without rest.

Golden ripples rose from the entire Langzhong region, and even faintly from the Shu region, transforming into wisps of golden mist that rushed towards Zhou Yan, causing the spear he held to tremble violently.

Jin Tianwang suddenly felt that the ancient sword in his hand was gradually losing its ability to suppress the young Taoist in front of him. The spear in the latter's hand was spontaneously whistling, the whistling of steel mixed with the five hundred years of murderous aura on the spear, like the roar of a dragon.

"you--"

Zhou Yan slowly turned his head.

When Jin Tianwang saw the young Taoist who was still mocking him even during the battle, his eyes were bloodshot, his white hair was flying wildly at his temples, his heart was pounding, and once again, a murderous intent surged wildly within him.

The Golden Heavenly King's pupils contracted sharply, and he retreated abruptly, creating distance. His Gengjin evil energy condensed and transformed into his true Dharma form—even the most powerful being among the Five Sacred Mountains, who controlled the sharpest energy, felt an extremely strong threat at this moment.

Killing intent, powerful figures, and—

Zhou Yan's dark blue Taoist robe glowed with golden flames, then slowly disintegrated, revealing the young Taoist's upper body. Zhou Yan's killing intent locked onto the Golden Heavenly King who was blocking him, but he almost immediately redirected that killing intent.

Without hesitation, he turned around and rushed into the Tengwang Pavilion.

This time, the ever-unruly and self-centered King Jin—

like a statue.

He was stunned by that pure, murderous aura.

The back of the Golden King's clothes was completely soaked with the cold sweat he had just exhaled.

………………

Li Yuanying was stunned and lost in thought.

More than the failure of his plan, Li Zhiwei's comment pierced his heart like a dagger, driving him to the brink of madness. He wanted to pick up the girl, yell at her, and demand that she explain herself.

But he couldn't.

Li Zhiwei's clothes were quickly stained with blood, and his aura almost disappeared rapidly. However, Li Yuanying's emotions were too chaotic at the moment—his plan had failed, and his Dao heart had been exposed in a direct way by his second brother's descendant.

The stinging pain of having his most cherished possession trampled, especially after being trampled by Emperor Taizong of Tang, almost drove him mad.

No one can understand it.

Born with that meaning and purpose, he and his other brothers and sisters were almost all shrouded in shadow, and their lives were spent struggling under the oppression of that day.

But that day, they were not specifically oppressed.

This is what causes him the most pain when he thinks about it. The mere existence of that great sun is enough to cause them immense suffering and make it hard for them to breathe, while they themselves are insignificant to that great sun.

"No, impossible, no!"

Li Yuanying's voice murmured, then gradually grew louder, filled with emotion: "I can recreate the Immortal Tang Dynasty, I can make the Tang Dynasty last for thousands of generations, immortal and eternal! I, I can surpass my second brother, I can!!!"

"I want to give you the immortal energy, and I want you to become the inheritor of the Immortal Tang Dynasty."

"In this way, you will have no choice but to obey me, and you will be forced to accept my grand plan, you..."

He reached out to touch Li Zhiwei, who was lying in a pool of blood. Li Pingyang tried to stop him, but a hand grabbed and slapped him, taking away his weapon. Just as Li Yuanying was about to touch Li Zhiwei, something suddenly happened. With a loud bang, one side of the Tengwang Pavilion exploded.

A hand descended from the sky and gripped Li Yuanying's wrist tightly.

The aura rose and slowly dissipated. Li Yuanying saw Zhou Yan coldly looking down at him. The young Taoist was shirtless, with golden and red light flowing around his back. As Zhou Yan first unleashed a great killing intent, the [Warlord's World-Suppressing Diagram] emitted an incomparably pure blood-red light.

Yet, wisps of golden light gathered, weaving and outlining on Zhou Yan's body, eventually transforming into a suit of armor. Humanity's fortune subsided and coalesced into a pale yellow battle robe. If it were just that, it would be fine.

This place is not in the human realm; nothing in the human world can enter here.

But luck is something else.

Langzhong was originally a major ferry crossing on the Jialing River. At this moment, many people along the Jialing River changed the statues of the river god and water god, and all of them have transformed into the young divine general holding a three-pointed double-edged sword.

Then, Zhou Yan distributed the merit purple energy to the disciples of various sects. At that moment, when the human fortune covering Sichuan, centered on Langzhong, was mobilized, the people who were praying in front of the statues were slightly startled.

It was like a gentle maiden, as if a god would personally seal her name with his blood.

Throughout the entire 3,000-mile-long Jialing River basin, everyone heard these words—

"Qingyuan Miaodao Manifests Holy Power - Protector of the Nation, Holy Martyr, Manifests Divine Blessing and Protects the King."

They were stunned, then devoutly prayed and chanted such names. Strands of light gathered from all directions, then rose and surged, reaching the place that was now separated from the human world.

At this moment, a pale yellow battle robe appeared on Zhou Yan's armor.

Only the side of his battle robe revealed a striking crimson hue.

It seemed as if the girl crowned him with her blood.

Zhou Yan held Li Zhiwei in one arm, his eyes filled with chilling killing intent as he locked onto Li Yuanying. He raised his hand, the long spear in his hand pointing at him. At this moment, the people of the three thousand miles of the river basin chanted the name of the revered one, and golden light wrapped around the long spear.

As the golden light faded, the weapon in Zhou Yan's hand transformed into the legendary [Three-Pointed Double-Edged Sword].

Pointing ahead.

As for this—

Legends and myths converge here.

(End of this chapter)