The True Lord has arrived

Chapter 313 Immortals Descend, Swords Move!
Humanity and fortune transform into armor, and the voice of the people weave a battle robe.

The object in his hand would, according to legend, transform into a three-pointed, double-edged sword. At this moment, Zhou Yan was not a pure Taoist, but a state that combined divinity and human fortune.

The murderous intent and malice in his heart were magnified significantly.

It was not the Lord of Mount Tai. The Lord of Mount Tai was awe-inspiring and possessed the aura of a deity similar to an emperor. At this moment, the killing intent in Zhou Yan's heart triggered the divine charm of the "Warlord's World-Suppressing Diagram," and his own divine charm and aura were displayed in a way that emphasized the "Warlord" and "God of War."

Zhou Yan's attention was not focused on Li Yuanying.

He embraced Li Zhiwei, whose body was especially cold at this moment, her face was pale, and her heartbeat had become much slower and slower. Without thinking, Zhou Yan reversed his own energy and transferred it into Li Zhiwei's body.

Golden ripples appeared in his eyes.

Power—life and death!
hum-

A ripple suddenly spread out from him, the aura surging and icy, as if some extremely profound gaze had descended, causing the entire Tengwang Pavilion to hum. In that instant, Li Zhiwei, whose life force had already begun to dissipate, had his last bit of life force forcibly locked up.

Zhou Yan exhaled.

He felt extremely fortunate, fortunate that he had tried before, and fortunate that he had resonated with the [Central Pillar] in this blessed land, so he could still use the [Life and Death] authority to stabilize Li Zhiwei's life.

He held Li Zhiwei in his arms and finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"As long as we maintain our vitality and leave this place, whether it's Mount Li or Louguan Taoism, there is always a possibility of recovery."

"Take a good rest these next few days."

Zhou Yan looked at the sleeping girl, who was much more serene and elegant than usual. He ran his fingers over the bloodstains on her cheek and wiped away the bloodstains at the corner of her lips. Li Yuanying, however, did not just look at her like that.

"You—get out of my way, don't ruin my plans!"

Li Yuanying stepped forward, his body wreathed in powerful wisps of light. Tengwang Pavilion was the focal point of his own legend and the stage he had painstakingly prepared. With a roar, layers of magical ripples spread out around him, rushing towards Zhou Yan and Li Zhiwei.

The visible torrent of magical power almost transformed into a tidal wave.

Golden butterflies fluttered and danced among them, their wings graceful and beautiful, lively and vibrant. Yet each one possessed the power of a bolt of lightning, a profound and ineffable divine ability achieved through the art of painting.

Li Pingyang said, "Brother Zhou, be careful!"

Jin Tianwang came to his senses at this moment. He raised his hand, clenched his fist, and the veins on his forehead bulged. Because he had just faced Zhou Yan's retreat and hesitation, he was filled with intense emotions, twisted resentment and anger.

"How can it be……"

"How can it be!"

boom! ! !
A layer of primordial energy exploded around Jin Tianwang. Holding the ancient sword he had stolen, he did not leave. Driven by a huge, twisted sense of unwillingness and shame, he came to the side of Tengwang Pavilion once again.

Standing beside the shattered wall, looking inside, his expression immediately hardened.

How can it be!

He saw visible fluctuations of magical power, and butterflies flew towards Zhou Yan with mysterious movements. These butterflies were endless, numbering in the hundreds at a glance, and each one had different movements and variations.

Jin Tianwang was no ordinary fighter. With just a glance, he could tell that the trajectory of these butterflies was actually an extremely exquisite sword move, either sharp or decisive, a skill rarely seen in this era.

To use the sword in painting, and to use painting to understand the Tao.

Even the Golden King would have to acknowledge and praise this skill. Although it lacks the heart of a strongman, it is still an absolute masterpiece, and at least it has power.

But what truly made King Jin's expression turn serious was Zhou Yan.

With one arm around the heavily injured girl and the other holding a three-pointed double-edged sword, Zhou Yan easily dispersed all the butterflies, preventing any magic or supernatural power from getting within three steps of him.

Everything that Li Yuanying had yearned for and clung to throughout his long life was now being taken away right before his eyes. The human fortune and immense power accumulated over the past hundred years were originally intended to completely solidify the [Langyuan Blessed Land].

It was for his grand plan, for the rebellion and charge against the terrifying figure in his heart, but such accumulation and foundation were directly 'stolen' by someone else. How could he not be angry, how could he be willing to accept it?

"Die to me!"

Li Yuanying lost his initial grace and elegance.

As the master of the Tengwang Pavilion, the convergence of this region, and the 'Residual Immortal' who holds the power over most of the blessed lands and grotto-heavens, he unleashed his full strength at this moment—strength worthy of a residing True Immortal, infinitely approaching the third rank.

But the young general, wielding his weapon with one hand, blocked them all!
No, it wasn't even completely blocked.

Instead, the dignified Prince Teng, Li Yuanying, a living immortal, was actually suppressed by that young divine general with a single hand using his weapon, and then displayed a suppressive force that was almost overwhelming.

hum! ! !
The three-pointed double-edged sword thrust forward, and golden ripples appeared in front of Li Yuanying. These ripples were also a mixture of the kingly aura of human destiny and fortune. The three-pointed double-edged sword was blocked, and Zhou Yan's movements remained unchanged, but ripples appeared behind him.

A golden Dharma image appeared, consisting of only one arm, wielding a massive three-pointed double-edged sword formed purely from Geng metal evil energy. It swept across fiercely, unleashing a violent wave of magical power that shattered Li Yuanying.

A hint of anger flashed in the eyes of the Golden King.

Hatred and murderous intent surged within him like a tidal wave.

This is his special technique!
is his!
Li Yuanying staggered backward. Although he had relied on his years of accumulation and preparation, as well as his control over this blessed land, he had not suffered much damage. However, his jade belt had come undone, his jade crown had flown off, and his black hair had become disheveled.

They were utterly disheveled, and all traces of their former royal demeanor had vanished.

"Cough cough cough, you!"

Zhou Yan gripped his weapon.

He entrusted Li Zhiwei to Yang Taizhen and Li Pingyang, reached out to tidy the girl's hair, then turned to the side, pressed the three-pointed double-edged sword in his hand against the ground, and swung forward to slash and kill Li Yuanying.

Li Yuanying was clearly at a disadvantage at this moment. Zhou Yan's true form could only exert the effect of the fifth grade level after the virtual foundation of the Imperial Seal. However, with the blessing of human luck, both his offense and defense were greatly improved.

If an ordinary cultivator or Xuan Guan were to obtain such power, it would most likely not increase their strength. Instead, they would likely experience problems with controlling and judging their moves due to unfamiliarity with it, resulting in a decline in their combat ability.

However, Zhou Yan had already been trained by Chi You and Ji Xuanyuan in that battle space.

He took control of the enhanced state almost instantly.

In just over ten rounds, Li Yuanying was about to be killed. Li Yuanying's mentality became increasingly frantic. Finally, under the shock of having everything he had obtained taken away in front of him and then using the power he had cultivated to attack him, Li Yuanying completely lost his composure.

Zhou Yan swung his three-pointed double-edged sword down with a heavy blow. Li Yuanying grabbed the hilt of the sword with both hands, exuding a powerful aura as he resisted. A cold glint flashed in Zhou Yan's eyes, and his Dharma form appeared. Golden ripples transformed into a giant arm, which slammed down fiercely.

boom! ! !
Li Yuanying was forcefully knocked from the highest level of Tengwang Pavilion to the ground!
Zhou Yan's blow smashed through the seven-story Tengwang Pavilion.

Li Yuanying spat out a mouthful of blood, his face pale, his hair disheveled, and his magnificent royal robes covered in dust, wood chips, and his own blood. He knelt on the ground, looking utterly wretched. As the dust settled, his pale yellow battle robe billowed out, and Zhou Yan's hair was bound with a jade crown, his brows sharp and fierce.

The moment Li Yuanying noticed him, Zhou Yan had already moved in an instant.

Li Yuanying's body suddenly dispersed, turning into ripples that returned to the upper level. The Tengwang Pavilion, as if alive, began to change layer by layer, trying to stop Zhou Yan, but was pierced through by the latter with pure power. Li Yuanying gasped for breath, knowing that his fate was sealed.

but--

How could I possibly accept this?!
Since I cannot have it, since I cannot have it, since my great wish has vanished, then—

"It's better to destroy!" A strong desire for self-destruction arose in Li Yuanying's mind. Zhou Yan's divine eye saw that there was a very familiar existence within Li Yuanying's reconstituted physical body, and his pupils contracted.

With a sweep of the weapon, magical power flows and converges, allowing one to ride the wind.

The howling winds swirled and protected everyone in the middle.

Li Yuanying raised his hand, and in his palm was his Tengwang Seal, which emitted a bright light—

"I will bury my great vow here with you."

"I have indeed lost, but that does not mean that you have won."

"Enter the dream!"

Li Yuanying abandoned the Great Array for guiding the Human Dao's Destiny and instead guided the Great Array that had existed in Langzhong for hundreds of years—the one that guided people into dreams and absorbed life force within those dreams. A ripple spread out.

Zhou Yan, Wang Boze, Yang Taizhen, Li Pingyang, and even Jin Tianwang, who was watching from the sidelines for an opportunity, were all drawn into the dream.

Zhou Yan felt a momentary blur before his eyes, and then he broke free from the dream.

Jin Tianwang followed closely behind, gripping the ancient sword tightly. His pupils dilated for a moment before he immediately regained his senses. Li Yuanying's eyes flashed with madness as he shouted, "The remnants of Gonggong, the ancient dragon turtle, at this very moment, be completely liberated!"

"Eliminate the interference of the Humanity's Destiny Array with your plans."

The purpose of the Gonggong descendants in this place is to use dreams to extract mortal dust to stabilize the Langzhong, and to use vitality and the blood of the Qingqiu fox clan to break the seal on Langzhong and liberate the ancient dragon turtle. In this plan, the great formation that covers Langzhong is the core.

Judging from past experiences, Li Yuanying had secretly prepared the Humanity's Fortune Array before this, intending to block the array at a critical moment and use the Gonggong clan's scheme here in reverse, sacrificing the Humanity's Fortune Array and 300,000 people to allow the Langyuan Wonderland to invade the human world in reverse.

At this moment, in a state of extreme resentment and madness, Li Yuanying abandoned his plan, or rather, he wanted to perish together with Zhou Yan and the others.

What I cannot have, you cannot have either!

"I am no less than you..."

Li Yuanying gazed at Li Zhiwei, who was dying in Yang Taizhen's arms, and sighed with complex emotions. He then thrust his hand hard into his heart and slowly pulled out a wisp of mist. The mist swirled with starlight and was as ethereal as smoke and clouds.

Zhou Yan immediately sensed the increased vitality of his own aura.

Golden King's gaze changed instantly: "...True [Immortal Aura]?!"

"The essence of a third-grade immortal?! How could such a treasure fall into the hands of an unloved member of the royal family in the mortal realm?"

Jin Tianwang immediately realized that things were not simple. Li Yuanying had already circulated his immortal energy and injected this special power into Tengwang Pavilion, which turned into a white light that rotated and changed. It was the essence of a third-grade immortal god, and its power was extremely special.

This kind of treasure is so valuable that it is extremely rare to see.

Jin Tianwang was extremely wary of Zhou Yan, but upon seeing this thing, he couldn't help himself.

With a thought, he transformed into a streak of light to intercept the immortal essence. Raising his hand, he wove a large handprint with Geng metal evil energy and enveloped the streak of light, shouting, "Come!"

The white light rushed straight towards the Golden King and entered his body. The Golden King's vision blurred, and he felt that the dream world here was eroding him even more strongly. He could vaguely see layers of mist in his eyes.

The true form of the Dharma body, formed by the gathering of Geng metal evil energy, shattered in an instant.

Li Yuanying had stripped away his core power and staked everything on it. He knew he was going to lose, but he was absolutely unwilling to let his opponent win. Zhou Yan also saw from Jin Tianwang's reaction that this essence of immortal energy could amplify the effect of Tengwang Pavilion as a Dharma Realm, making the Dream Array even more powerful.

Zhou Yan already knew this from the Demon-Binding Rope he possessed.

Many magical treasures and supernatural powers may not have high numerical values, but their 'mechanics' can sometimes be much more troublesome than their 'numerical values'.

Zhou Yan's current state can be described as having a low cultivation level but randomly filling in numerical values, making him an absolute numerical monster. According to his own understanding, these things that don't rely on numerical values ​​but on mechanics might have a restraining effect on him.

Not knowing the facts, I am unwilling to take on the challenge.

Therefore, he used the method of Nuwa's incarnation to avoid this beam of white light and celestial essence.

His gaze swept across the scene, and he saw Li Yuanying struggling to activate the great formation, intending to mix and flow together to completely undo the Human Dao Luck Formation, weaken Zhou Yan, and release the Primordial Dragon Turtle. The white, ethereal essence of immortal energy swirled around, and the Tengwang Pavilion was gradually enveloped in mist.

Entering a dream...

No, this celestial essence is related to the dream of mist?

Zhou Yan protected herself, but saw that Li Pingyang and the others were about to be entered into a dream. She was still holding that sword, which was faintly lit in the layers of mist.

At this moment, when the situation was changing rapidly, in Ganzhou, an old man who had been spared the death penalty was being exiled from Jiangnan West Road to Yelang. He happened to pass through Hongzhou and was invited by local scholars to climb a famous local tower to drink and make merry. Someone then asked him if he wanted to compose a poem.

The old man laughed and said, "How can one compose poetry without wine?"
So everyone brought him fine wine to welcome him back. It is said that after the Third Prince returned to the palace, although he tried to release him, Li Heng did not want to do so for some reason. Perhaps it was simply to refute Li Longji and exile him.

The white-haired old man drank one cup of wine at a time, then suddenly sighed and said with a smile, "It wasn't as wonderful as the wine I drank before."

The accompanying official smiled and said, "Li Hanlin is too kind. This wine is already excellent."

The old man smiled and said, "I had a dream a while ago. In the dream, I saw His Majesty's granddaughter, a princess, getting married. She was also drinking with a very tall and strong man. That drinking session was truly exhilarating."

The officials assumed he had been drinking, so they smiled and drank with him.

But as the old man drank, he leaned against the pavilion and fell into a deep sleep. The officials looked at each other in bewilderment. One of the old men laughed helplessly and said, "Haha, this is the very spot where Wang Bo sat when he wrote the Preface to the Pavilion of Prince Teng. Yet he sleeps like this. He's truly remarkable."

"Haha, being able to help Li Bai fall asleep is not bad at all."

Everyone was helpless.

Prince Teng, Li Yuanying, built the Tengwang Pavilion three times. One of them was located in Jiangnan West Road, which was also the route of Li Bai's exile. The place he was standing at at this moment was the most famous Tengwang Pavilion.

Li Bai was fast asleep in the Tengwang Pavilion.

Inside the Tengwang Pavilion, Li Yuanying activated the Dream Entry Array.

When that wisp of immortal energy struck Li Pingyang, Li Pingyang was already too late, and Zhou Yan had to return to help first. Suddenly, the sword whistled three times and flew out in an instant. Then, it struck horizontally, hitting that wisp of immortal energy perfectly.

The celestial essence that was supposed to permeate everything suddenly stopped!
The mist swirled and rolled, and another stream of immortal energy suppressed Li Yuanying's aura.

With sleeves billowing, an old man stood holding a sword. His sleeves were billowing, his hair was white and slender, and his hand holding the sword was fair and long. He walked with composure and murmured softly:

"Zhao guest wears a silk tassel, Wu hook shines like frost and snow."

"A silver saddle shines on a white horse, swift as a shooting star..."

The longsword trembled.

The swords rang out, their echoes lingering.

Li Bai, enters my dream.

(End of this chapter)