Simultaneously traversing: traversing countless heavens

Chapter 95 No Hero Under Heaven Can Stand Against It

"Master!"

"Left Gate Chief!"

Seeing the Quanxing disciples roar and swarm forward like a black tide towards Zhou Yi, who stood alone below the high platform, the disciples of the Nisheng Sect were extremely anxious, and many righteous people also subconsciously wanted to step forward.

In any case, it seems unreasonable, both emotionally and logically, to stand by and watch one person face the combined attack of the Quanxing Sect alone.

"All One"

Zuo Ruotong's voice wasn't loud, but it carried an unyielding authority that clearly reached the ears of everyone who tried to make a move.

He remained standing on the stone steps before the main hall, his figure as upright as a pine tree, his gaze calmly fixed on the impending storm below.

"You are not allowed to make a move."

The order stunned many, but it also made many others instantly understand. They could only suppress their impulses and watch helplessly.

In the arena, facing the surging crowd, Zhou Yi simply raised his right hand and pressed it down lightly.

Without a sound, the space between the plaza and the stone steps, centered on his feet, was stretched and extended outwards by an invisible hand, as if it were clay!

The ground was as smooth as ever, but the sense of distance suddenly became strange. The enemy, who was originally within arm's reach, seemed to have been pushed far away all at once.

The entire battlefield instantly became exceptionally open, large enough to accommodate hundreds of people charging from all directions without interfering with each other.

Then, he reached out and gently patted the sword box in front of him.

"Thump."

With a soft sound, the ancient sword box seemed to weigh a thousand pounds, its bottom embedded an inch into the hard bluestone slab, standing there steadily, like a boundary marker nailed in place.

The next second, Zhou Yi's figure disappeared.

It's either a rapidly moving afterimage, or literally, disappearing from the spot into thin air.

When he reappeared, he appeared like a ghost directly in the densest part of the Quanxing charging crowd!

"Here it is!"

"kill!"

Roars and strange cries exploded, and all sorts of evil rays, poisonous mists, hidden weapons, talismans, and even the power to distort the mind poured towards the white figure in the center from all directions!

In an instant, light and shadow flashed wildly, and the turbulent currents completely submerged the place where the Book of Changes was located.

However, "Bang!"

"Snap!"

"Ugh—!"

The dull thuds, the cracking of bones breaking, and the agonizing screams all erupted almost simultaneously from the dazzling yet dangerous center of attack!

Zhou Yi's figure was clearly visible in the eye of the storm, his movements simple to the point of being almost unrefined.

There were no fancy moves, no grand gestures, just simple straight punches, side kicks, grappling, and palm strikes.

But this simple movement is both extremely fast and extremely heavy!

A dark figure shrouded in poisonous sand lunged at him. Zhou Yi dodged to the side, and with a punch delivered after Zhou Yi's movement, it struck the man squarely in the chest and abdomen. The man didn't even utter a sound before he was sent flying like a broken sack, crashing into three or four people behind him. He collapsed to the ground, not dead, but unable to get up again.

Before the needles even arrived, a master skilled in manipulating invisible needles was struck by Zhou Yi's seemingly casual wave of his hand. The force of his palm, like a wall, not only scattered all the needles but also caused the master to cough up blood and collapse to the ground.

A burly man with broad shoulders and a thick waist, who had practiced hard kung fu, roared and charged at Zhou Yi. Zhou Yi neither dodged nor avoided him, but kicked out. The burly man was sent flying back at an even faster speed than when he came, crashing into the crowd and knocking down another group of people.

He was like a sophisticated yet violent machine, strolling leisurely through the crowd.

Every time a hand is raised, every step is taken, it is inevitably accompanied by one or even several figures screaming and flying out.

Those who were thrown out did not die on the spot, but they all suffered broken bones or internal injuries, and after falling to the ground, they could not get up again and completely lost their fighting ability.

Within the encirclement, scenes of people and horses collapsing were constantly unfolding.

Zhou Yi casually slapped the enemy in front of him away, and the fierce palm wind did not weaken. It knocked over several people in a straight line behind him, and forcibly "shaped" a brief blank passage in the dense crowd.

The efficiency is frightening.

In the short time it takes to drink a cup of tea, the Quanxing camp, which had been so aggressive and roaring just moments before, collapsed like a wheat field swept by a whirlwind.

Only a dozen or so people remained standing—all of them were renowned and top-tier experts within the Quanxing sect.

Wugensheng stood at the front, flanked by several of the most skilled and notorious members of the Quanxing Sect.

Without any communication, but only with their eyes, these vicious people who might not have liked each other in normal times moved at the same time!

From different angles, they unleashed their most powerful techniques, their breaths mingling and subtly forming a formation, sealing off all of Zhou Yi's escape routes, aiming for a fatal blow!

The combined power of this attack far surpassed that of all the previous attacks by the smaller foes. Even the righteous experts watching from afar paled, realizing that if they were in the midst of it, they would probably be annihilated in an instant.

However, faced with this deadly encirclement, Zhou Yi merely raised his eyelids slightly.

His figure once again appeared blurred, almost as if it had jumped through space.

Immediately afterwards—

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"

A series of rapid, almost indistinguishable muffled thuds!

The crowd was dazzled and couldn't see the specific process clearly. They saw the dozen or so fierce figures that had pounced forward fly backward in all directions at an even faster speed than when they went there, and crash heavily to the ground in all sorts of twisted postures!

Wugensheng—he was perhaps the only one who reacted effectively. The instant Zhou Yi's attack was about to strike, an ethereal aura emanated from his body as he attempted to neutralize Zhou Yi's attack.

But the gap was too big. He vaguely heard a soft laugh. His relief lasted only a moment. Then, he was struck by lightning. He groaned and was lifted into the air by a hand that appeared out of nowhere, which grabbed his neck!

The dust has settled.

Zhou Yi was completely unharmed; not even the hem of his clothes was disheveled.

He casually placed his left foot on the chest of the unconscious Yin Chengfeng, his right foot on Gao Huzi who was struggling to get up, and his right hand on Wu Gensheng, who was limp, bleeding from the corner of his mouth, and with a vacant look in his eyes, as if he were holding a chicken or duck waiting to be slaughtered.

The entire room fell silent.

Only suppressed cries of pain and groans came from the Quanxing disciples who had fallen to the ground.

Just then, a faint golden light tried to slip away from the edge of the battlefield—it was the Golden Light Master who had been hiding behind the battlefield, sensing the danger. He gritted his teeth and activated the "Golden Light Talisman of Earth-Soaring," a talisman he had studied all his life. His body transformed into a pale golden stream of light, and he was about to take off and flee into the distance!

"snort."

A very soft, yet seemingly direct, cold snort resounded in everyone's soul.

There was no targeted attack, only a pure and ultimate will, like a god-king in the heavens looking down on ants, with an overwhelming pressure of "I am the only one who is supreme in heaven and earth", instantly enveloping that golden light!

"puff--!"

The golden light suddenly dissipated!

As if struck by an invisible hammer, Jin Guang Shangren screamed in agony as blood gushed from his seven orifices. The light of the Golden Light Talisman extinguished completely, and he fell straight down from a height of several feet like a kite with a broken string. He crashed onto the bluestone slab with a "thud," twitched twice, and then lay still.

At this point, only one person remains in the Quanxing faction who can still stand on his own.

Li Muxuan.

He seemed to be terrified, his face ashen, his pupils shrank to pinpoints, and his whole body trembled uncontrollably. He stood there blankly, watching Zhou Yi carry the lifeless Wugensheng and slowly walk towards him step by step.

In Li Muxuan's eyes, who was in extreme fear, the world seemed to be malfunctioning.

Zhou Yi's movements were not fast, but the surrounding scenery was like an old film reel, flickering and shaking in a jumpy manner. The only thing that was clear and constantly magnified was the white figure that was getting closer and closer, as if it was going to fill his entire world, and those calm eyes that made people despair.

"Li—Li Muxuan—" A blood-stained hand trembled and grabbed his ankle. It was Jin Feng, who had fallen to the ground. Blood trickled from the corner of her mouth, and her eyes were unfocused, but she used her last strength to hoarsely cry out, "Help—help—save—save the sect leader—"

However, with each step closer to the Book of Changes, the invisible pressure grows heavier.

Li Muxuan felt like his heart was about to explode, and his lungs were heaving violently like a broken bellows, but he couldn't inhale much air.

He tried to regulate his Qi, but his hands and feet were so cold and numb that he couldn't control them.

Finally, when Zhou Yi stopped less than ten feet in front of him, his indifferent eyes fell on him with a "plop".

Li Muxuan's legs buckled, and he knelt down, his knees hitting the stone slab with a dull thud.

He lowered his head, trembling all over, and had completely lost the courage to even look up.

Zhou Yi paused briefly in front of him, his gaze sweeping over the completely broken "bad boy," seemingly unsurprised and with no intention of doing anything more to him.

Immediately, he picked up Wugensheng, turned around, and his gaze, as cold as lightning, swept across the silent righteous camp on the other side.

Those who were swept by his gaze, whether disciples or elders, involuntarily took a half step back, as if that gaze had a tangible weight.

Even Zhang Jingqing, the Celestial Master, the leader of the Zhengyi sect and one of the most recognized figures, felt his eyelids twitching wildly and his heart filled with turmoil.

God!

How much time has passed? A cup of tea? Half an incense stick?

Hundreds of vicious members of the Quanxing Sect, including many notorious old devils, were wiped out by him alone—like sweeping up garbage?!

Moreover, judging from his calm and composed demeanor, steady breathing, and even his perfectly styled hair, he looked as if he had just returned from a walk, rather than having experienced a fierce battle that would be recorded in the annals of supernatural beings, where one person wiped out an entire sect!

Which deity has descended to earth?!

Why didn't the patriarchs enshrined inside inform us beforehand?!

Amidst countless horrified gazes, Zhou Yi casually tossed the Wugensheng he was holding in his hand, as if it were an insignificant piece of trash, in front of Li Muxuan, who was kneeling on the ground.

"Actually," he began, his voice still calm, as he started walking slowly toward the direction where the righteous people were, "it wouldn't be a big deal if you all joined forces with the Quanxing."

At this moment, it is self-evident what he wants to do next.

"Wait—wait! Nephew Zhou!" A frail, slightly panicked voice rang out.

The old master of the Lu family was "pushed" to the front by a group of younger relatives who instinctively shrank back and a few slippery sect leaders. At this moment, he had no choice but to bite the bullet and take half a step forward with his cane.

He was old and bored at home, so he came to see what was going on when he heard there was something exciting, but he never expected to encounter such a terrible thing.

"Could—could we—not start yet?" Old Master Lu forced a relatively calm smile, attempting to mediate. "Look, we've already fought, and established our authority. What do you want to do? Let's sit down and discuss it properly—"

Zhou Yi did not stop walking; on the contrary, he got closer and closer as he spoke.

Old Master Lu's forehead was beaded with sweat, and his speech quickened: "As you wish! As you wish! Nephew Zhou, no, Leader Zhou—Alliance Leader Zhou! Whatever you want to do, on behalf of the Lu family, I'll state my position first: support! We support you completely! Let's value harmony, let's value harmony!"

However, Zhou Yi had already walked a short distance in front of him and shook his head: "Gentlemen, there's no need to waste your breath. Today, no matter what, you must fight me."

His goal was simple: to personally "discipline" every notable figure from both the righteous and evil paths.

In the most direct and irrefutable way, crush all doubts, wishful thinking, and dissatisfaction, along with their proud strength!

This will solve the problem once and for all, saving you trouble later.

Someone started nagging him again.

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhou Yi's figure suddenly changed from extreme stillness to extreme movement!

"Senior brother, please have mercy!" Lu Jin's anxious cry rang out.

A white shadow flashed, and Old Master Lu felt a gentle yet irresistible force surge towards him. His vision blurred, and he was lifted into the air, tracing an arc, passing over everyone's heads, and landing steadily behind them with a "thud," completely unharmed, though his beard stood on end in shock.

Zhou Yi's figure has already entered the righteous camp like a tiger among sheep!

It's still a one-sided battle.

Disciples and masters from various schools displayed their best skills.

Sword energy crisscrossed, thunder roared, talismans danced, esoteric arts, witchcraft, poisonous hidden weapons—a dazzling array of colors, both magnificent and dangerous, almost overwhelming Zhou Yi's figure.

But it was no use.

Most attacks couldn't even touch the hem of his clothes.

The few things that could reach within three feet of him, whether sharp sword energy or insidious curse power, vanished silently like mud oxen sinking into the sea, unable to even make him sway.

Zhou Yi's figure flickered in the crowd, and each time he appeared, several or even a dozen people fell to the ground.

He seemed to be a little "gentler" than when dealing with the Quanxing, mainly using methods like sealing meridians and temporarily restraining their movements, but his unparalleled dominance remained the same.

As he cleared away the "oddballs," his eyes scanned the crowd like a hawk, searching for the truly significant "big fish"—the leaders and elders of various sects.

Soon, he spotted a figure that moved erratically, constantly shifting positions in the crowd, trying to create distance—Tang Bingwen, the leader of the Tang Clan.

Tang Bingwen was inwardly groaning. He was skilled in assassination and stealth, and disliked direct confrontation the most, especially when the opponent was a monster.

Seeing Zhou Yi chasing after him like a shadow, no matter how he used the Ghost Shadow Step, the other party could always easily block his way. The feeling of being completely seen through and unable to get rid of him made the veins on his forehead throb, and he felt both frustrated and horrified.

"I said—Young Friend Zhou!" Tang Bingwen finally couldn't hold back any longer and stopped at what he considered a relatively safe distance. His voice carried a hint of suppressed anger and helplessness. "That's enough! We, the Tang Clan, admit defeat and concede to you!"

"Stop chasing after this old man, shall we?"

The Book of Changes remains silent, yet it continues to approach.

Tang Bingwen's eyes flashed sharply: "I advise you to stop!"

"Fine! You can't reason with a damned devil!" Tang Bingwen was truly enraged. As the leader of the Tang Clan, when had he ever been so disrespected and chased? Even a clay figure has some spirit!

Without further hesitation, he unleashed his deadly technique.

Without seeing any light or hearing any unusual sounds, some top experts with extremely keen senses sensed that something colorless and formless, yet containing extreme danger and the meaning of "end," quietly spread out from Tang Bingwen, especially densely distributed in the space between him and Zhou Yi.

Dan Shi!

The Tang Clan's ultimate technique is a poison that kills instantly upon contact and offers no cure!

Tang Bingwen's actions at this moment were not truly intended to kill Zhou Yi, but rather to use this as a show of force, to make Zhou Yi "feel" the terror that threatened his life, and thus back down.

He wanted to make this arrogant young man understand that the Tang Clan wasn't without means to deal with him, but simply unwilling to kill him.

"Let me show you the power of the Tang Clan—" Tang Bingwen said in a deep voice, attempting to deliver this dangerous intimidation.

However, he hadn't even uttered the word "kill" in his final "killing blow"—

"You talk too much."

The calm voice rang almost against his ear.

Tang Bingwen stared in horror, his pupils shrinking to pinpoints!

In his eyes, Zhou Yi was so fearless that he stepped across the deadly area that he had covered with invisible poison pills!

The terrifying Qi poison, enough to kill any top-tier superhuman instantly, was all directed at him alone.

Before Tang Bingwen could even regret it.

The next moment, a slender hand gently pressed against his face, amidst his infinite shock and bewilderment.

"Bang!"

The overwhelming force struck Tang Bingwen, causing his vision to go black and his consciousness to vanish instantly. He was thrown out like a catapult, tracing a long parabola before crashing to the ground dozens of steps away. He rolled a few times before going completely still.

The entire venue fell into a deathly silence once again.

The onlookers watched as Tang Bingwen, the leader of the Tang Clan, a master known for his cunning and ruthlessness, first attempted to use some kind of deadly technique, and then—before he could finish speaking, he was instantly "slapped" away and lost consciousness cleanly and decisively.

Delicious food...

Only the remaining experts of the Tang Clan, such as Xu Xin and Yang Lie, were as if they had been doused with ice water, their bodies were ice-cold, and their faces were filled with incomprehensible horror and fear.

Dan Shi — It should have hit!

Why is he alright?! How could he possibly be alright?!

They stood there, stunned, their minds blank.

Immediately afterwards, several palm strikes swept over, and they were all knocked to the ground without any power to resist, following in the footsteps of their own sect leader.

On the stone steps, the disciples of the Reverse Life Sect went from initial tension and worry to stunned silence, and then to boiling blood and flushed faces.

They watched as their senior brother, like a legendary war god descending to earth, swept across the world like cutting melons and vegetables. The visual and spiritual impact was unparalleled!

powerful!

too strong!

strength!

That's amazing!

This is the only cry in the hearts of all disciples of the Reverse Life Sect.

The battle, or rather, the one-sided crushing defeat, continues.

Zhou Yi's figure swept through the entire righteous faction like a white hurricane.

The Wudang leader attempted to neutralize the attack with the soft power of Tai Chi, but was overwhelmed by sheer force and was thrown away.

The Taoist priests of Quanzhen formed an array to resist, but the array was broken in an instant.

The Shaolin Zen master, Vajra, glared fiercely, his palm strikes incredibly powerful, yet he wasn't even qualified to withstand a single blow before being blasted away by an invisible wall of energy.

Other faction leaders also rarely managed to last more than two moves against him.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, yet also like only a fleeting moment, I don't know how much time had passed.

Only three people remained standing steadily on their own.

Coincidentally, all three of them came from the same place—Longhu Mountain, the Celestial Master's Mansion.

Zhang Jingqing, a contemporary Taoist master.

Zhang Zhiwei, a peerless genius personally taught by the Celestial Master, is destined to inherit the great legacy.

And Zhang Huaiyi, another disciple of the Celestial Master, who was deep in thought and skillful in hiding his true abilities.

The three stood in a triangle, their breaths connected, subtly forming a single entity, a stark contrast to the crowd of people lying prostrate on the ground around them.

Zhang Jingqing's face was as solemn as a mountain, Zhang Zhiwei's eyes were filled with unprecedented seriousness and fighting spirit, while Zhang Huaiyi had his head down, his expression unreadable, but his slightly tense body showed that his inner vigilance had reached its peak.

They will be the last line of defense against this "white storm" sweeping the world.

In the original work, that person was above one person and below one person.

Zhou Yi turned around, his gaze like a calm, deep pool, falling on the last three people standing.

Zhang Jingqing's eyelids twitched uncontrollably. He truly didn't want to fight the monster before him.

At his advanced age, as a highly respected Celestial Master, if he were to be "disciplined" in public by a junior like everyone else, where would he put his old face? What would become of the prestige of Longhu Mountain in the future?

But this kid in front of me is impervious to reason or threats, determined to subdue the world by force, regardless of your status, age, or seniority.

Left with no other choice, Zhang Jingqing turned to face his old friend on the stone steps, who was watching with a smile on his lips, and made a final attempt to persuade him: "I say, Brother Zuo—" he drawled, with a hint of pleading, "Isn't this enough? At my age, my bones are brittle. How can you bear to see me injured or crippled on your territory of the Reverse Life Sect? What will the rest of the sect think?"

Upon hearing this, Zuo Ruotong's smile deepened, and she waved her hands repeatedly, her tone full of encouragement: "What are you saying, Celestial Master? With your cultivation, you have the world at your fingertips, what is this little scene?"

He paused, his gaze sweeping over Zhou Yi, who stood with his hands behind his back in the center of the arena. A smile almost overflowed from his eyes. "Look at this kid," he said, "his arrogance is practically sky-high. He needs a figure like you, a pillar of strength, to step in and teach him a lesson, to let him know what it means to be outmatched!"

These words sounded strangely familiar.

Lu Jin struggled to suppress her laughter, her shoulders trembling slightly. She couldn't help but recall that scene from the Lu family compound many years ago, only the roles were completely reversed. Instead of being roasted over the fire, it was her master's old friend who was being put on the spot.

Zhang Jingqing was momentarily speechless, inwardly cursing Zuo Ruotong for being so unkind.

He cleared his throat, stroked his long beard, and changed his approach: "Well, this old Taoist is getting on in years, and it would be rather unseemly for me to resort to violence. So, how about this, my two good-for-nothing disciples..."

He pointed to Zhang Zhiwei, who was eager to try, and Zhang Huaiyi, who was silent with his head down, beside him. "They have already received all of my true teachings. Let these two represent Longhu Mountain and have a friendly spar with your esteemed disciple. Consider it a contest between young people, what do you say?"

He believed that this was a clever way of offering a way out, which both saved face and seemed to give Zhou Yi an opportunity to "guide the younger generation".

However, one "No!"

"I disagree!"

"We disagree too!"

A series of weak but resolute voices of opposition rang out from all directions—from the mouths of the sect leaders and masters who had fallen to the ground and been "punished".

The old Wudang sect leader, helped up by his disciples, panted heavily, his mustache twitching as he pointed at Zhang Jingqing: "You, Celestial Master! You wish! It's unreasonable that all of us have been beaten senseless by him, while your Longhu Mountain remains innocent, and you think you can hide behind your disciples and watch the show? No way!"

"That's right! Master Zhang, if you don't step up today, don't blame us for being unconvinced later!" Another elder, his face bruised and swollen, chimed in.

"That's right! Kid!" The old Wudang sect leader turned to Zhou Yi, giving him a "I have high hopes for you" look. "If you don't teach him a lesson today, even if we're beaten down, we won't be convinced! Don't expect us to be truly loyal to you in the future!"

This situation made Zhang Jingqing's face stiffen, and she inwardly groaned.

Zhou Yi smiled and nodded slightly to the Wudang elder: "Don't worry, senior."

"

Immediately, his gaze returned to Zhang Jingqing, his tone relaxed yet carrying an undeniable firmness: "Celestial Master—"

But you still have to discipline the younger generation.

Before the words were even finished, "Whoosh!"

The white figure had vanished from the spot!

Zhang Jingqing was startled, her hair stood on end, and almost instinctively, she stepped back, staggering slightly, completely losing any semblance of her former celestial master's dignity.

"Zhiwei! Huaiyi!" he shouted sternly, no longer caring about saving face.

"Alright! Master, that's what I've been waiting for!" Zhang Zhiwei's face instantly lit up with a radiant light that bordered on fanaticism. Like a fierce dog that had finally been freed from its leash and seen its beloved toy, he let out a long howl. Before the golden light within his body could be seen, he was already like an arrow released from a bow, rushing straight towards the white figure with an extremely excited energy!

Zhang Huaiyi had a bitter face and seemed to mutter something under his breath. Although he moved, he was clearly reluctant and cautious, following far behind his senior brother.

"boom!"

The first strike was utterly unpretentious.

Zhang Zhiwei's right palm, carrying an indomitable and unstoppable force, collided squarely with Zhou Yi's equally casual right palm!

There was no earth-shattering explosion, only a muffled thud so deep it could stop your heart, and a ring of air that suddenly spread outwards from the center of the clash of palms, blowing sand and stones flying everywhere!

The two remained motionless, their eyes locked.

In Zhang Zhiwei's eyes, there was burning fighting spirit, pure curiosity, and the immense joy of meeting a worthy opponent, as if to say, "As expected! You really are something else!"

Looking at the pure, star-like excitement in his eyes, Zhou Yi's lips curved upwards almost imperceptibly.

"Not bad," he praised softly. The palm force that was originally capable of shattering mountains and breaking peaks was subtly reduced by at least 70% at the moment of contact. "I'll play along with you."

Just then, Zhang Huaiyi appeared out of Zhang Zhiwei's blind spot like a ghost, his palms already brimming with dazzling white lightning, and pressed down on Zhou Yi's vital ribs without hesitation!

His first move was the Yang Five Thunder, a secret technique passed down from Longhu Mountain!

However, Zhou Yi didn't even turn his head completely; he merely glanced at Zhang Huaiyi out of the corner of his eye.

It's still the same old style: "Above and below the heavens, I am the only one who reigns supreme!"

It was not a physical attack, but an unparalleled pressure of pure spiritual will and life force, like the sky collapsing and pouring directly into the mind!

"Ugh—!"

Zhang Huaiyi felt as if his soul had been struck by an invisible giant hammer. The condensed lightning instantly dissipated. He groaned and was sent flying more than ten feet away as if he had been hit head-on by a galloping horse. He crashed to the ground, struggled for a moment, but could not get up. He could only look at the scene with a horrified gaze.

The same move, the same power, but it was far more effective on Zhang Huaiyi than on anyone else!

Zhang Zhiwei, who was exchanging blows with Zhou Yi, also felt a suffocating aura sweep over his mind, but the golden light only rippled slightly, and his fighting spirit burned even brighter in his eyes!

He seized the opportunity to change tactics, shouting in a low voice, "Golden Light Spell!"

In an instant, a brilliant, solid, and heavy golden light, like amber and glass, surged out from his body, instantly covering his entire body and making him look like a god general cast in gold!

Golden light flowed, carrying an aura of supreme righteousness and invulnerability to all evil.

"Senior brother, come here!"

Zhang Zhiwei laughed loudly, no longer confined to palm techniques. His fists, elbows, knees, and legs—his entire body—transformed into weapons, wrapped in blazing golden light, attacking Zhou Yi like a raging storm!

His moves were expansive and powerful, yet they also subtly aligned with the natural order of the universe. Each strike was exquisitely executed, demonstrating his unparalleled control over the Golden Light Mantra and his exceptional combat talent.

Zhou Yi remained standing in place, one hand behind his back, using only the other to respond.

He reacted to each move with fluid and effortless grace, as if he were not dealing with a fierce storm, but rather brushing away falling willow catkins and swatting away annoying flies.

No matter how fierce Zhang Zhiwei's attacks were or how tricky the angles were, he could always defuse, block, and deflect them with ease.

Suddenly, a barely perceptible golden glint secretly separated from Zhang Zhiwei's back, like a living golden needle, drawing a strange arc and silently piercing Zhou Yi's Yuzhen acupoint at the back of his head!

This is a brilliant technique of manipulating the Golden Light Mantra with exquisite precision and transforming it to attack the enemy!

Zhou Yi, however, seemed to have eyes in the back of his head. Just as the golden needle was about to reach his body, he slightly tilted his head, and the needle grazed past his ear by the slightest margin.

"With just the Golden Light Mantra—" Zhou Yi finally spoke, his voice calm, "you can't see my true abilities."

He faced Zhang Zhiwei's golden fist again, no longer blocking, but raising his eyes, his deep eyes meeting Zhang Zhiwei's burning fighting spirit.

In heaven and on earth, I am the only one who reigns supreme!

This time, it's not just an aftershock, but a direct spiritual impact!

"Buzz—!"

Zhang Zhiwei felt a deafening roar in his mind, as if an entire clear blue sky and vast firmament were rising from the other person and then—mercilessly and completely crashing down on him!

That's an absolute crushing defeat on a life level! It's a world of difference in the realm of will!

The incredibly refined and dazzling golden light surrounding him, powerful enough to withstand lightning, suddenly began to fluctuate violently, like ice and snow encountering the scorching sun. The light rapidly dimmed and contracted, as if it had been forcibly "pressed" back by this invisible pressure!

Deng Deng Deng!

Zhang Zhiwei grunted, a look of surprise appearing on his face for the first time. He involuntarily retreated, leaving a deep footprint on the hard ground with each step. He retreated a good seven or eight zhang before he could barely regain his footing.

The golden light emanating from him had dimmed to a thin layer, barely able to be maintained.

"Excellent, excellent!" Zhou Yi exclaimed.

The same power, which could make Zhang Huaiyi and the leaders of various sects lose their composure with a single blow, only made Zhang Zhiwei's golden light unstable and forced him to retreat.

This child's unwavering will, steadfast mind, and profound cultivation are simply astonishing!

Zhang Zhiwei's reaction was astonishingly fast.

With Jin Guang restrained, and before he could even regain his footing while retreating, a fierce glint flashed in his eyes, and without hesitation, he pushed forward with both hands!

"Boom!"

The blinding white lightning was no longer the size of a palm strike, but as thick as a bucket, carrying a destructive ferocity and a majestic righteousness, tearing through the air and striking Zhou Yi's face at a speed beyond visual perception!

When he wielded the Yang Thunder of the Five Thunder Orthodox Method of Longhu Mountain, its power and speed far exceeded the comprehension of ordinary disciples!

However, faced with this terrifying lightning that was about to strike and could vaporize steel, Zhou Yi simply raised his right hand casually, spread his five fingers, and flicked it aside in the direction from which the lightning was coming.

The movements were gentle, as if parting a tangled spider web.

A bizarre scene unfolded!

The violent, blazing white lightning bolt, upon contacting the seemingly powerless palm about a foot in front of it, seemed to have struck an invisible, slippery wall. The lightning bolt abruptly veered off course, causing the surrounding air to emit a whistling sound as if it had been forcibly twisted. It grazed Zhou Yi's side and slammed into the open ground dozens of steps away, blasting out a scorched crater and sending dust flying.

"You still think you can hold back in front of me?" Zhou Yi's voice was unreadable.

As soon as he finished speaking, his figure disappeared from the spot once again.

This time, the speed far exceeded that before!

In the reflection of Zhang Zhiwei's suddenly contracting pupils, that slender hand seemed to break through the limitations of space, ignoring the short distance of a few feet, and appeared directly in front of his throat, its five fingers slightly bent, about to clench!

There's no escaping it!

The immense crisis of life and death was like ice water poured over his head, instantly unleashing all of Zhang Zhiwei's instincts and potential!

The last vestige of his desire to hold back vanished completely, replaced by an almost frenzied focus and resolve!

"Crackling sound—!!!"

A deafening explosion resounded from within him! Not on the surface of his body, but in every single cell, which trembled and burst forth with lightning!

Everyone felt their vision filled with a blinding white light!

That wasn't an outward-released thunder, but Zhang Zhiwei's entire body, in that instant, transformed into the purest and most violent thunderous form!

Man is thunder, and thunder is man!

A streak of lightning, leaping and twisting at incredible speed, frantically weaved, turned back, and flashed across the field, trying to shake off the ever-present hand.

Wherever it passed, it left scorch marks on the ground, and the air was filled with the pungent smell of ozone.

This speed and this agility have exceeded the comprehension of many older generation masters!

"Transforming into lightning with one's own body?!" Zhang Jingqing exclaimed in shock, her eyes filled with disbelief and astonishment.

He knew that his eldest disciple was exceptionally talented and unfathomable, but he never imagined that the other party's mastery of thunder magic had reached the legendary supreme realm of "man and thunder as one"!

He had always thought he understood his apprentice's true nature, but only now did he realize with horror that what he had touched was merely the tip of the iceberg!

The chase between the lightning and the white shadow grew faster and faster, so fast that many people could no longer see it. All they could see was a blurry blur of light and shadow flashing and colliding across the vast area, occasionally bursting into a blinding burst of electricity.

However, this dazzling dance of thunder did not last long.

Just three breaths later.

All the lightning bolts seemed to be suddenly grasped and extinguished by an invisible hand, vanishing instantly.

Only one clear figure remained in the arena.

Zhou Yi remained dressed in pristine white, spotless and immaculate.

His left hand, with its five fingers firmly gripping Zhang Zhiwei's neck.

Zhang Zhiwei's lightning had dissipated, his face was pale, sweat beaded on his forehead, and a trace of horror and confusion lingered in his eyes, as if he hadn't fully understood how he had been captured.

He was completely exhausted and only managed to stay upright by holding on with that one hand.

"What a pity." Zhou Yi looked down at the peerless genius in his hand, his tone carrying a rare, genuine regret. "With your temperament, aptitude, and talent—if you had had the opportunity to learn my method in your early years, you would have been able to open that door and truly—ascend to heaven within a hundred years."

These words struck like a thunderbolt, resounding once again in everyone's hearts!

Ascension?!

Those are words that only exist in ancient legends and records!

Is Zhang Zhiwei poised for ascension?!

Before everyone could recover from this unbelievable assessment, Zhou Yi had already gently placed the exhausted Zhang Zhiwei aside. His gaze, like the sword of final judgment, was cast upon the final opponent in the arena, the Celestial Master Zhang Jingqing.

Zhang Jingqing took a deep breath, suppressing all her distracting thoughts, embarrassment, and helplessness at that moment.

He slowly straightened his back, and in that instant, the old master who had been trying to "escape" suddenly changed his demeanor.

It became solemn, majestic, and unfathomable, like a mountain that has stood for thousands of years, or a god who controls thunder.

He didn't make any hand gestures, chant any spells, or even make the slightest movement.

"Five Thunderbolts —"

The two words were uttered in a deep and resonant voice, as if they had invoked some unseen law.

Rumble—!

The celestial phenomena suddenly changed!

The sky, which had remained clear despite the earlier battle, was suddenly covered by thick, dark clouds that appeared out of nowhere!

The clouds hung low, churning like an inky sea. Silver lightning bolts flashed and converged wildly deep within the clouds, while a deep and majestic thunder rumbled in, as if the heavens were enraged and about to unleash a destructive punishment!

A sudden gust of wind arose, causing everyone's robes to flutter and even stirring a few strands of hair on Zhou Yi's forehead.

Above Zhang Jingqing in the center of the dark clouds, an extremely dazzling bolt of lightning was frantically brewing and compressing, emitting a destructive aura that made the souls of all living beings present tremble!

That is the power of heaven and earth, the supreme authority of the Celestial Master's Mansion of Longhu Mountain to carry out punishment on behalf of heaven—the Five Thunder Orthodox Law!

Zhang Jingqing's beard and hair stood on end, his Taoist robe billowed, and his entire spirit seemed to be connected with the thunder above his head.

A flash of lightning appeared in his eyes, and the ball of destructive lightning flickered, locking onto Zhou Yi below.

"Master," Zhou Yi finally dropped his perpetually indifferent expression, a genuine seriousness and respect flashing in his eyes. He nodded slightly. "Greetings."

As he finished speaking, he raised his right hand.

To onlookers, this action appears to be nothing more than simply raising one's hand.

But in Zhang Jingqing's eyes, it was completely different!

He seemed to see that as Zhou Yi raised his hand, the ground beneath his feet, the surrounding air, and even the thunderclouds he had stirred up above his head all sank slightly!

It's not a physical sinking, but a conceptual "being controlled" or "being lifted up"!

It was as if, with a wave of his hand, the other person was not raising an arm, but rather—the entire universe!

This absurd yet incredibly real perception sent a jolt through Zhang Jingqing's Dao heart!

Can't wait any longer!

"—The True Dharma!!!"

Zhang Jingqing's beard and hair stood on end as he used all his cultivation and mental strength to unleash the Heavenly Punishment Thunder that had been building up to its peak!

Boom!

A massive pillar of lightning, over ten feet in diameter and composed entirely of destructive white light, tore through the dark clouds. With supreme majesty that could purify all evil spirits and annihilate all things, it struck down at the speed of light towards where Zhou Yi stood!

Where the lightning struck, space itself seemed to distort and groan!

The two attacked almost simultaneously.

Zhou Yi's raised palm was already lightly pressing down on the Celestial Master from a distance.

However, compared to heavenly lightning.

Ultimately, human thoughts are faster.

One thought and one palm!

There was no grand scale, no dazzling lights or shadows.

But in Zhang Jingqing's perception, which had been elevated to its extreme at this moment, the phantom of that hand, the instant it left Zhou Yi's arm, ignored the time difference between space and the lightning strike, and directly filled his entire field of vision and his entire mind!

It became infinitely large, as vast as the sky, and seemed to embody all the laws of "suppression," "ending," and "irresistibility" in the world!

It's not a technique, it's destiny!

It's a calamity!

This is the consequence you must bear!

All of Zhang Jingqing's thoughts, all her Qi, and all her connections with the thunder in the sky suddenly froze under the shadow of this palm.

A summoned lightning spell? An accumulated imposing aura? A counterattack move?

They all no longer exist.

In his world, all that remained was that overwhelming, slowly approaching palm.

will die!

The thought emerged with perfect clarity.

He could almost see himself being crushed into dust by that palm strike, his soul and spirit annihilated.

However, just as the palm print was about to be imprinted on his face, and death was within reach, he suddenly felt a chill on his face.

A gentle, cool breeze brushed against his cheek, bringing with it the scent of grass and dust.

Zhang Jingqing jolted awake, breaking free from the illusion that had frozen her soul.

Where is that sky-covering palm print in front of us?

The Book of Changes had already passed him by.

The dark clouds overhead had quietly dispersed, and sunlight was shining down again, as if the earth-shattering thunder just moments before was nothing but a dream.

Only the faint smell of ozone remaining in the air and the scorched crater on the ground created by Zhang Zhiwei's previous lightning strike proved that everything that had just happened was not an illusion.

A gentle breeze swept across the square, swirling up a few fallen leaves.

In the silence, Zhou Yi's voice rang out calmly, carrying a sense of relief: "You flatter me, Celestial Master."

With that final cry, the earth-shattering battle that swept through the entire world of supernatural beings, a battle in which one person single-handedly suppressed both the righteous and the evil, finally came to a complete end.

On the stone steps, Zuo Ruotong's smile slowly faded, and her gaze towards the white figure in the arena was filled with indescribable complex emotions—pride, relief, emotion, and a deep-seated, solemn expectation for the future.

On the plaza, whether lying down or barely able to sit up, everyone looked at that solitary figure, their eyes filled with endless shock, bewilderment, and—a feeling of awe that naturally arises when facing towering mountains and a vast starry sky.

A new era has been forcibly ushered in today in such an unpredictable and domineering way.

"after?"

Decades later, an abandoned warehouse at the foot of Longhu Mountain.

The Quanxing people dispersed.

Xia He remained silent, the cigarette between her fingers burned out, leaving a long trail of ash. The dim light from outside the warehouse fell on her bright yet complex face.

Xia Liuqing looked out the window, her cloudy old eyes seemingly piercing through decades of smoke and fire, returning to that turbulent and distant era.

He let out a muffled sound from his throat, a sound that was neither quite a sigh nor quite a sneer.

"And then?" He repeated the word, his withered lips twitching to reveal his few remaining, yellowed teeth. "And then—that's another story, a very long and very satisfying one."

He turned around, his back to Xia He, and his voice suddenly rose, carrying a rare, almost feverish excitement in his aged body: "After that! That guy—hey! He kept his word and really became our leader! Leading us, a bunch of rats who humiliated us and were hated by everyone—to do something truly incredible!"

He whirled back, his withered fingers slashing through the air as if severing something: "He united those arrogant, yet subdued, righteous sects, and added us lawless Quanxing demons—forming a force unlike any other in the world, both wicked and domineering! And then—"

Xia Liuqing lowered her voice, but it carried an almost morbid excitement of sharing a secret as she leaned closer to Xia He: "Then, we followed him as he swept through everything, even crossing that sea to Japan!"

"This isn't a small-scale skirmish; it's a full-scale, honorable attack! For what? For the atrocities they committed on our land over the years!"

His eyes blazed with a terrifying light, and he practically spat out saliva: "That was truly exhilarating! What bullshit ninjas, Onmyoji, Bushido—they're nothing but paper in front of that man! We fought our way through, and finally—hey! Finally, we walked right into the palace, and in front of thousands of guards and extraordinary experts, we plucked the head of that 'Eternal Lineage'!"

Xia Liuqing trembled with excitement, as if that bloody yet glorious scene was right before his eyes: "Like picking a melon! That scene—tsk tsk, I'll never forget it in my life! The sky over Japan collapsed halfway from that day on! That was the most glorious and fucking satisfying thing we 'bugs' and 'rotten people' had ever done in our lives!"

His excitement gradually subsided, the flush on his face faded, and a deeper, almost awe-inspiring, bewilderment took its place.

He leaned back against the cold metal cabinet, his voice suddenly becoming ethereal and distant: "And then—it seems like everything was done. Those who needed to be pacified were pacified, those who needed to be killed were killed, and the rules that needed to be established were established. That man—he was like a celestial being descended to earth, having completed some kind of mission."

Xia Liuqing raised her eyes, gazing at the dust swirling in the sunlight filtering through the warehouse roof, her voice so soft it was almost a whisper: "I remember that day very clearly, it was in Shanghai—I think it was on the highest mountain. There was no warning, no strange phenomena, just an ordinary day. He stood there, saying goodbye to us, to Zuo Ruotong, Zhang Zhiwei, and the others. And then—"

The old man paused, seemingly searching for the right words to describe the scene that was beyond his comprehension.

"Then, right under our noses, and later we learned that it wasn't just us, it was under the noses of the whole world..."

"He ascended to immortality, and before he departed, he unleashed a final, earth-shattering sword strike—you absolutely cannot imagine how earth-shattering and awe-inspiring that strike was!"

He withdrew his gaze, refocusing it on Xia He's young yet uncertain face. The last vestiges of fervor had completely vanished, leaving only the weariness and insight born of experience: "So, Xia—"

Xia Liuqing's voice was more serious than ever before, even with a hint of pleading: "Listen to me, I'll swear on my old life that it should have been buried long ago that you won't get involved in this. All the things you've been thinking about, your plans, your schemes, your so-called path to heaven, your methods to immortality—in front of him, they're all a joke."

"You simply don't understand—what exactly is an immortal!"

"Then it's not just a stronger Inhuman! Not just an old monster who's lived a little longer!"

"That is—another kind of existence. Just like how we watch ants carrying rice all day, it probably sees us in a similar way."

"What he left behind, the rules he set—they're not for you to break or exploit. They're divine laws. If you try to violate them, you'll die a horrible death, a thousand times worse than Yuan Jingui, whom he casually slapped to death back then."

After Xia Liuqing finished speaking, as if she had used up all her strength, she hunched her back and slowly walked into the deeper shadows of the warehouse, leaving only a final sigh-like whisper echoing in the emptiness: "That person's era has passed—but the sky he set is still watching over us."

"You'd better watch yourself, girl."

Xia He stood still, the long-cold cigarette ash between her fingers finally breaking off completely, falling and mixing with the years of accumulated dust beneath her feet.

The impact of those words was far greater than she had anticipated.

When the Quanxing sect secretly gathered tonight and heard the acting leader Gong Qing issue that ambitious and unconventional order, she only vaguely sensed that the usually eccentric yet shrewd senior's expression was strange.

Out of a subtle curiosity, or perhaps puzzled by the complex expression on the veteran's face, she stayed behind after everyone had left and casually asked a question.

Unexpectedly, what I received was not a vague or condescending reprimand, but a past event almost buried by time, imbued with the smoke of war and the atmosphere of myth.

A name—Zhouyi, a realm—"Immortal," and a legendary conquest that completely rewrites the balance of good and evil, and even crosses oceans to settle national enmity.

Xia He slowly raised her hand, looking at her slender fingers that contained the "Breath of the Skin" ability.

She can manipulate the most primal desires, see through the restlessness and weakness beneath countless facades, and believes she has witnessed all facets of humanity and power.

Outside the warehouse, the neon lights of the 21st-century city stubbornly seeped in, cutting out cold and regular geometric bright spots on the ground.

The sounds of traffic and distant electronic music form the mundane yet authentic background noise of this era, creating a stark contrast with the legendary age of bloodshed and gold described by the old man—two completely different worlds.

"Is this what immortality is?"

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