Under One Person: My Inner Realm Connects to All Worlds!

Chapter 129 One Man Suppresses Tai'an
Wherever Lü Xuanzhen's sword pointed, the clouds suddenly split open into a thousand-foot ravine.

Before the sword that seemed to hang from the sky could fall, a series of explosions echoed in the sky above Tai'an City, and the entire city's earth veins were pressed down by the sword intent, causing it to sink three inches.

"This sword strike is named 'Pure Yang'!"

Before the words were finished, the sword light poured down like a celestial river, and the golden dragon of fortune soared into the sky from the ancestral temple, but let out a mournful cry the moment it touched the sword light.

The glazed tiles turned to dust in the sword energy, and where the sword passed, a bottomless chasm appeared in the center of Tai'an City.

The bricks and stones on both sides of the chasm were as smooth as mirrors, and the flowing lava deep within the earth's core could be faintly seen. This sword strike had actually severed the dynasty's destiny and the earth's dragon energy!

"You've gone too far."

Amidst a soft sigh, a young eunuch dressed in plain white linen robes stepped through the air.

This eunuch entered the palace at the founding of the Li Yang Kingdom. He absorbed the dragon's energy of the Zhao family, nourished his vital essence, and thus achieved immortality in the mortal realm.

Therefore, he would not die as long as the Zhao dynasty existed.

All the emperors of Liyang throughout history knew of his existence and regarded him as Liyang's last trump card. He was ranked among the ten strongest people in the Snow Kingdom, and his strength should be between the Land Immortal Realm and the Celestial Realm.

Having witnessed the rise and fall of the court and the deceit and treachery, he was indifferent to the various aspects of life. He possessed a Buddhist-like detachment from worldly affairs or a Taoist-like inaction, preferring to feign ignorance while knowing the truth and treating everyone with kindness.

But there is only one thing that is his bottom line, and that is the fate of the Zhao dynasty.

Lu Xuanzhen squinted at the monster that had devoured the dragon energy of Liyang for two hundred years, and suddenly laughed: "Using the dynasty's fortune to achieve immortality, that's quite a clever idea."

Lu Xuanzhen slightly turned his sword, and the Chunyang Sword emitted a clear and melodious dragon's roar. "However, your path to immortality is ultimately a heretical and unorthodox one."

The young eunuch remained calm, but his hands were already silently forming hand seals within his sleeves. The dragon energy of the entire city of Tai'an converged on him like a tide, forming nine swirling golden pillars around his body.

"Your sword strike has severed the fate of the Li Yang Kingdom," he said softly. "I cannot ignore this matter."

Lu Xuanzhen laughed heartily, tilted his head back and drank the wine in the gourd in one gulp, then casually tossed the gourd into the clouds: "If you want to fight, then fight! Why all this nonsense!"

Before the words were finished, the Pure Yang Sword suddenly split into countless forms, each sword light as bright as the rising sun, dazzling and impossible to look directly at.

Suddenly, a strange sight appeared in the sky above Tai'an City: hundreds of golden suns shone in the sky, illuminating the entire imperial city in every detail. Beside the golden suns rose blazing clouds of flame, within which seemed to be gestating ethereal true fire, as if to burn everything.

"Pure Yang Sword Technique - Sun Shines Over the Nine Provinces!"

Sword light rained down, and the young eunuch's expression finally changed. He clasped his hands together abruptly, and nine pillars of dragon energy intertwined to form a net, but they were scorched with countless holes the moment they came into contact with the sword light.

"laugh--!"

A sword light pierced his shoulder, bringing with it a cloud of golden blood mist. The blood, upon leaving his body, transformed into a dragon-shaped aura, wailing as it dissipated into the world.

The young eunuch groaned and took three steps back. He looked down at the wound on his shoulder, a look of disbelief on his face. This was the first time in two hundred years that someone had been able to injure his true body.

"What a fine Pure Yang Sword."

He sighed softly, then suddenly formed a lotus mudra with his hands. The immense imperial fortune of the entire Tai'an City flowed like rivers into the sea, gathering entirely in his palms.

Seeing this, Lü Xuanzhen was not surprised but delighted, and ran his sword finger along the Chunyang sword: "That's more like it!"

Suddenly, the fortune gathered in the young eunuch's palm transformed into a five-clawed golden dragon, with purple lightning flashing as its eyes opened and closed.

"go."

As the young eunuch uttered a single word, the golden dragon roared forth.

Lu Xuanzhen let out a long roar, and the Chunyang Sword flew out of his hand. The sword swelled in the wind and instantly transformed into a giant sword a hundred feet long.

"Boom—!" The moment the sword dragons collided, the entire city of Tai'an suddenly fell into an eerie silence. All sound was sucked away; the people only saw a blinding white light explode in the sky, but could not hear any other sound.

Three breaths later, the terrifying shockwave finally spread out. The twelve arrow towers surrounding the imperial city collapsed simultaneously, and the moat water surged upwards, turning into a torrential downpour.

As the smoke cleared, a trickle of golden blood spilled from the young eunuch's lips, his plain white linen robe tattered. Opposite him, Lü Xuanzhen's Taoist crown was shattered, his long hair disheveled, yet his laughter grew even more unrestrained.

"Enjoyed!"

He reached out and recalled the Pure Yang Sword, its tip pointing directly at his opponent: "Again!"

Just then, a golden portal suddenly opened in the sky, and amidst the surging sea of ​​clouds, celestial palaces and pavilions could be vaguely seen.

The Heavenly Gate opened, and a vast expanse of celestial energy cascaded down like a waterfall, enveloping the entire city of Tai'an in a hazy glow.

The young eunuch looked up at the sky, slowly releasing the hand seal he had formed in his sleeve: "The Heavenly Gate has opened, will you still fight?"

Lu Xuanzhen's sword strike faltered, and the Pure Yang Sword emitted a resentful hum. He gazed at the slowly opening Heavenly Gate and suddenly sneered, "Why did it have to open now of all times?"

Having said that, he sheathed his sword, tilted his head back, and took a swig of wine from the gourd that had somehow returned to his hand: "What a disappointment!"

The young eunuch wiped the golden blood from the corner of his mouth, and his tattered hemp robe fluttered without wind in the ethereal aura.

He looked at the madman who had almost severed the Yang energy, and suddenly asked, "Afterwards, do you intend to ascend to heaven?"

"Ascend to heaven?"

Lu Xuanzhen glanced at Tianmen with drunken eyes and sneered, "There are more rules in heaven than on earth. How can it compare to the joy of roaming the martial world with a sword!"

He patted the long sword at his waist: "I've always hated those rules and regulations the most."

A melodious, ethereal sound drifted from the Heavenly Gate, as if a messenger was about to appear. The young eunuch, however, saw Lü Xuanzhen suddenly draw a sword with his fingers and make a gesture towards the Heavenly Gate.

The descending celestial energy was abruptly severed by the sharp sword intent, eliciting a soft exclamation from inside the door.

"you……"

The young eunuch's pupils contracted slightly.

"What are you looking at?"

Lu Xuanzhen waved his sleeve, turned around, and rode away on his sword: "I wasn't satisfied with the fight, I'm going to the East Sea to find Old Monster Wang and finish this one!"

Before he finished speaking, the Pure Yang Sword had already carried him away as a streak of light eastward, the sound of Daoist chants echoing above the ravaged imperial city:

"A single elixir of immortality can grant eternal life, but it requires the refinement of true lead and metal. Fire is obtained from the marrow of the Crimson Phoenix of the South, and water from the essence of the Black Tortoise of the North Sea..."

The Heavenly Gate, blocked by the sword energy, trembled violently and finally closed slowly amidst a roar, leaving only a few wisps of unwilling immortal energy lingering in the clouds.

The young eunuch watched his departing figure, then suddenly coughed violently, golden light leaking through his fingers.

He looked down at the dissipating dragon energy and murmured to himself, "Could he really be the reincarnation of Lu Zu?"

Golden blood was still seeping from the wound on his shoulder, each drop burning tiny holes in the brickwork.

He murmured softly, and then a golden light shot out from his mouth, transforming into a small dragon about an inch long in mid-air. After struggling for a few moments, it vanished without a trace.

"grown ups!"

Hurried footsteps sounded behind him, and a squad of imperial guards in golden armor rushed over. The leading general knelt on one knee and said, "Your Majesty requests that you enter the palace immediately."

(End of this chapter)