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

Chapter 280 The Inner Realm Descends, the Appearance of the True Lord

At the summit of Mount Tai, Han Yun stood beneath ten thousand swords, his robes fluttering, like a celestial being wielding the celestial punishments.

Each sword is ten meters long, and this small Jade Emperor Peak is simply not enough to hold them.

His gaze swept indifferently over the chaotic and terrified ghost realm below, and with his sword-like fingers pointing downwards, he gently made a downward stroke.

"Go back!"

“Clang, clang, clang—!”

At a command, the ten thousand golden swords suspended in the sky emitted a unified, resounding clang.

The sound of the sword was no longer clear and melodious, but transformed into a rapid, rolling thunderous sound, like a thunder god from the heavens beating a war drum, shaking the universe.

The next second, ten thousand swords were unleashed!

It wasn't straightforward, but rather supported by Han Yun's immense spiritual cultivation, transforming his thoughts into countless forms.

Like golden waterfalls tearing through the night sky, they poured down towards the surging tide of evil spirits below.

Before the sword light even arrived, the sword intent and pressure, condensed to the extreme, had already set off.

"Puff puff--!"

The dozens of innate evil spirits charging at the forefront couldn't even let out a wail. Their powerful evil spirits shattered like fragile glass under the overwhelming sword pressure, directly crushed into the purest Yin Qi source, and then completely purified and devoured by the sword light.

More golden longswords shot precisely into the horde of ghosts.

Each sword strike was like a miniature sun exploding, with golden true fire and sharp sword energy instantly sweeping around, tearing apart, burning, and purifying all evil spirits and battle souls it touched.

The sword lights intertwined, forming a huge golden sword net covering the entire Jade Emperor Peak. The net was composed of countless golden sword lights that shuttled and flew, and wherever they passed, all ghosts were shunned and evil energy was dissolved.

"Roar!"

"Ow—!"

A chorus of mournful, desperate wails echoed throughout the room.

The evil spirits attempted to form a barrier with overwhelming malevolent energy, but it crumbled like paper under the sword light; the warrior spirits wielded their malevolent weapons in resistance, but the weapons shattered upon contact.

Their sinister and malevolent aura, which they were so proud of and which was capable of eroding all living things, quickly dissipated in the face of the sword light and pure yang fire, which contained the inner workings of creation and were magnificent and righteous.

It was even used as fuel by real fire, burning even more fiercely. Just as water can extinguish fire, a small amount of water can actually fuel a raging fire.

The black ghost tide melted and retreated at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The sword light, like a dragon, relentlessly pursued and killed, forcing the surging tide of calamity to retreat step by step, flowing back towards the distorted Rashomon.

"No! Fight your way out! All of you, fight your way out for me!"

A powerful, malevolent creature resembling a giant ape, clad in bronze beast-face armor, roared in defiance, pounding its chest with its arms and gathering thick, dark malevolent energy in an attempt to block the torrent of sword light.

However, several exceptionally thick golden sword beams seemed to have eyes, targeting the leader of these evil spirits, instantly piercing its evil energy barrier and pinning its massive soul body to the ground.

True fire erupted from within, and within a few breaths, the ferocious demon was reduced to ashes amidst an even more shrill scream.

In a short time, the army collapsed like a house of cards!
Faced with an absolute disparity in power, these innate evil spirits and ancient war souls, suppressed for countless years yet still fierce, felt a fear originating from the depths of their souls.

This is nothing short of a massacre.

Such power, such carnage, such a sword formation reminded them all of a powerful, extraordinary person who once wielded a sword and set up a sword formation.

However, they did not have golden lotuses hanging down or auspicious clouds protecting them.

They trampled each other, frantically pushing backward, wanting only to escape back to the relatively "safe" Luofeng Cave.

The golden sword domain, like an invisible wall, continuously compressed and advanced, forcibly pushing the dissipating ghost tide back into the deep, swirling Rashomon vortex, much like herding a flock of sheep.

Seeing the last few ferocious beasts scream as they were swept into the vortex by the sword light, Han Yun's eyes narrowed slightly. He spoke again, his voice like the law of the Dao, his words carrying the weight of reality:
"The four walls, heed my command! The entire mind, within this small space, transforms into my court—Inner Landscape, Solidified Form!"

Om-!
Centered on him, an invisible wave instantly spread out, enveloping the entire summit of Jade Emperor Peak.

The space, which had been slightly chaotic due to the intense energy collision, suddenly became incredibly solid, as if it had been coated with an invisible glass wall.

A transparent barrier, visible to the naked eye and flowing with pale golden runes, like an inverted giant bowl, completely enveloped the core area of ​​Jade Emperor Peak.

Above the barrier, the faint shadows of pavilions, towers, and celestial palaces flowed, exuding a majestic and unyielding aura.

This inner landscape solidification technique not only completely sealed off the space, eliminating any possibility of any evil spirit escaping again, but also transformed this area into Han Yun's absolute domain.

But this is just the beginning.

Han Yun took a step forward, and his figure appeared in the center of the solid barrier, facing the Rashomon vortex that was still slowly rotating and trying to resist.

He raised one palm as if supporting the entire landscape, and his words resounded as if he held the mandate of heaven:

"The majestic Kunlun Mountains, the vast rivers and seas! My heart's desire lies here—Inner Realm: Descent!"

Then, as he turned his palm down...

Rumble——! ! !
Within the solidified barrier, the scene changed abruptly!
No longer a simple rocky ground, a vast and magnificent landscape, seemingly from the ancient wilderness or a fairyland, has transformed from illusion to reality and descended with a roar.

The majestic, continuous mountain range resembles a giant dragon coiled up, and the texture of the rocks on it seems to be naturally engraved with mysterious innate Taoist scripts, exuding an aura of immense and oppressive power.

The surging, majestic rivers roared and flowed, their waters crashing and vast.

At the very front of this descending phantom of mountains and rivers are two particularly striking and majestic white jade fairy mountains!
The entire mountain is like a flawless piece of jade, towering into the clouds, with clouds and mist swirling around it and rays of light shining everywhere.

On the cliff face of the immortal mountain to the left, four large characters with flowing Taoist charm are engraved in ancient immortal seal script: 【Jingyuan Mountain Blessed Land】!
The corresponding inscription on the celestial mountain to the right reads: "[Inner Court Palace Grotto-Heaven]!"
The two immortal mountains, like giant gods guarding the heavenly gate, carrying the immeasurable power of mountains and rivers, slowly pressed down on the Rashomon vortex and the faintly visible phantom of the Luo Feng Cave behind it.

"Crack... Boom!!!"

Under the impact of this unimaginable and immense power, the Rashomon, which was constructed by Hao Ji at the cost of her own annihilation, could not even withstand a single breath.

After letting out a mournful cry of despair, it shattered with a crash, turning into countless scattered fragments.

Behind Rashomon, the Luo Feng Cave Heaven, which was originally hidden in the crevices of the void and suppressed countless ferocious beings, was also blasted open by this tyrannical and domineering force.

The cave world, which resembled a hellish realm, was invaded for the first time by such domineering light.

Strands of golden light, like sharp swords, pierced through the ancient darkness, illuminating the countless hideous, twisted, yet now terrified faces within.

At that moment, the light around Han Yun changed again.

Behind his head, a pure yang sun, condensed from boundless spiritual light and primordial qi, suddenly appeared, its radiance shining brightly and illuminating the cave.

The Samadhi Fire encircles the great sun, burning fiercely and radiating an extremely yang and powerful energy that burns away all evil in the world.

Beneath his feet, dense and swirling cinnabar clouds supported his body, making him appear as if a celestial being had descended to earth. The golden mark between his brows opened completely, its divine light shining brightly, penetrating the netherworld, and revealing all illusions beneath its gaze.

In his hand, he had somehow acquired a simple-looking, three-pointed, double-edged sword that exuded an unparalleled will to slay demons and monsters.

The blade trembled slightly, resonating with the thousands of golden swords suspended in the sky.

With ten thousand swords at his side, Chunyang shines brightly in the world!
At this moment, Han Yun stood before the shattered portal to the grotto-heaven, his divine might as well as that of a prisoner. His temperament was somewhat similar to that of the legendary True Lord Qingyuan Miaodao, who held the Heavenly Laws and patrolled the Three Realms.

"what--!!!"

"He's actually a Grandmaster of Pure Yang!"

Inside the Luo Feng Cave, the thousands of evil spirits directly illuminated by the golden light let out even more mournful howls. Their souls, as if doused with boiling oil, emitted thick black smoke and rapidly dissolved in the golden light.

Many of the more powerful evil spirits, who still retained a trace of intelligence, endured the excruciating pain of their souls being burned and barely managed to open their eyes to look at the figure that was as unbearable as the sun.

Amidst the light, Han Yun's figure appeared blurry yet majestic, wielding a three-pointed, double-edged sword, surrounded by thousands of swords.

Some fragments of memories from the ancient war of gods were touched in the depths of their ignorant souls, triggering an instinctive and unforgettable fear.

"Qing...Qingyuan Miaodao...True Lord?!"

In extreme terror, the evil spirit uttered a muffled, trembling murmur.

"How is this god of death still alive?"

Even worse, under the oppressive power of that divine might and the golden light that was the bane of pure Yang, they had already lost their ferocity, and knelt down with a thud, ignoring the crackling sound of their souls in the golden light, repeatedly kowtowing and begging for surrender:
"Please spare me, True Lord! Please spare me, True Lord!"

"I am willing to surrender! I am willing to surrender!"

Wailing and pleas for mercy echoed throughout the cave, but some of the evil spirits continued to put up a stubborn resistance.

Han Yun's eyes were cold and sharp, ignoring the cries and pleas for mercy from below.

He surveyed this realm of ghosts and demons, uttering his final and most magnificent decree, his voice like that of a creator god, defining the rules of this place:

"The three thousand worlds are but a speck of dust! The true self is singular, illuminating eternity—Inner Realm, True World!"

Om-! ! !
An indescribable, overwhelming will, centered on Han Yun, descended upon this grotto-heaven!
Outside the solid barrier, on the screen of the NaDuTong headquarters command center, the scene inside the golden barrier that enveloped the Jade Emperor Peak was completely blurred and distorted, as if it had been forcibly covered and replaced by the rules of another world.

Within the Luo Feng Cave Heaven, the world had already changed color in the perception of all the evil spirits.

The grotto, which was originally gloomy, desolate, and filled with malevolent energy and resentment, was forcibly permeated and covered by a more vast, more primal force, as if it contained the vitality and order of the beginning of the world.

The sky is no longer eternal darkness, but has transformed into the unique dome of the interior space, flowing with golden energy and rosy light.

On the earth, jagged rocks and skeletons are entangled and fixed by illusory yet resilient Bodhi root systems, and the filthy underworld is cleansed...

Although the essence of Luofeng Cave Heaven has not been completely changed, an absolute and unquestionable will has become the "Heavenly Way" of this cave heaven.

Within this realm, Han Yun's will is the rule of the world!
After realizing that their very survival depended on the figure hanging in the heavens, the remaining evil spirits finally despaired completely.

They had only ever seen two beings like these, who could change the world with the flick of their wrist, and they couldn't defeat them; they were simply not on the same level.

The thought of resistance was extinguished instantly, like a candle flickering in the wind, by the overwhelming disparity in strength. Some of them had already surrendered, awaiting their fate.

Han Yun stood in the center of the True Realm, slowly raising his hand that was not holding a sword. He gently clenched his fist towards the Luo Feng Cave Heaven below, which was now covered and suppressed by the inner realm's rules, and commanded:
"receive!"

Follow your words!
The boundaries of the interior space, like living beings, rapidly extended and enveloped the vast Luofeng Cave Heaven, along with the countless malevolent spirits of soldiers within it, all of which were filled with sorrow and grief!
Amidst the chilling spatial distortions and humming energy, the vast cavern shrank rapidly at a visible speed.

Ten zhang, one zhang, one chi...

Finally, it transformed into a fist-sized ball of brilliant golden light, inside which seemed to contain countless miniature mountains and rivers and struggling, flickering black ghostly figures, and gently fell into Han Yun's outstretched palm like a gentle star.

The golden light flickered slightly in his palm. The myriad demons and evil spirits within, compressed to their extreme, still maintained their last moments of terror and wailing, but could no longer stir up any waves.

The Jade Emperor Peak of Mount Tai has returned to silence.

The solid barrier quietly dissipated, and the strange phenomenon of the inner landscape descending also vanished.

The night sky remained unchanged, and moonlight shone through the thin clouds, illuminating the desolate mountaintop, now free of ghosts and demons. Only Han Yun stood alone atop the peak, holding a ball of golden light in his palm.

He glanced down at the object in his palm, his eyes calm and unwavering.

The chaos of the Twelve Divine Lords has now come to an end. As for the one who escaped...

Han Yun's lips curled up slightly, revealing a smile. He had already made his plans, and now was not the time to close the net.

However, it's time to clean up some of the "spies" within NaDuTong.

After Han Yun stored the golden light into his inner space, he said into the communicator, "Fall back!"

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Interior space.

It was a rare occasion for Han Yun to sit under the Bodhi tree with his avatar Wang Ye and Ming Kong, enjoying tea.

"Wang Ye, what made you decide to come back today?" Han Yun slowly raised his teacup and asked.

Wang Ye scratched his head: "My lord, I've pretty much figured out the bottom line of the Dragon Clan's Divine Continent. That's why I'm back to report to you."

"Ok?"

Han Yun became interested and paused, holding his teacup: "Then tell me!"

Wang Ye held up four fingers and slowly said, "There are four top families among the mixed-blood races of Shenzhou."

"They are the Zhang family, who wield the power of the Sky and Wind Kings; the Kong family, who wield the power of the Earth and Mountains Kings; the Liu family, who wield the power of the Bronze and Fire Kings; and the Tang family, who wield the power of the Ocean and Water Kings!"

Han Yun's expression was inscrutable after hearing this.

"The Zhang family of the Celestial Master's Mansion is skilled in thunder magic; the ancestor of the Kong family, Confucius, was strong and powerful and skilled at winning people over with virtue. I never expected that he was a hybrid of the King of Earth and the King of Mountains. No wonder!"

"You mentioned the Liu family before, so there's no need to elaborate. As for the Tang family, they are descendants of Shang Tang, who changed their surname?"

Wang Ye nodded: "And that's not all, Venerable One, have you noticed the pictographic representations of these four surnames?"

"The character 'Zhang' can be broken down into two parts, resembling a winged dragon; the character 'Kong' resembles a dragon covered in armor; the character 'Liu' resembles a dragon wielding a weapon; and the character 'Tang' resembles a dragon bathing in water."

"These four families can be considered the top families in the Divine Continent. As for the Chen family that appeared in the original Dragon Clan novel, they are not even worthy of carrying their shoes compared to them."

"Among these four families, the Tang family is the most mysterious and ancient. During the Shang Dynasty, they had already created a prosperous era of mixed-race people, which was called 'Ten Thousand Immortals Attending Court'!"

(End of this chapter)