A Man in the Snow: Starting with a Sword Challenge to the Northern Liang Prince's Palace

To suppress the residual fortune of the true dragon, the three religions each contributed a sacred object to suppress the fortune of the Lizhu Cave Heaven.

The Buddhist Thunder Sound Pagoda symbolizes the solemnity of Buddhism, the Taoist Celestial Master Seal represents the orthodoxy of Taoism, the Military School's Lesser Sword School embodies the spirit of war, and the Confucian Mountain Jade Plaque highlights the profound cultural heritage. These auspicious objects together maintain the stability of Lizhu Cave Heaven.

It also represents the unity of the three religions, wanting to share the resources here; all of this is a scheme by various forces.

Although Ye Yun had offended Zhenwu Mountain on the surface, he had also offended the military strategists.

But now, the only person who can pose a threat to Ye Yun is the first ancestor of the military strategists, a true martial arts master at the eleventh level.

The aura of warfare within it could completely elevate the level of his sword, the Crimson Sword. The only pity was that, because of his comprehension of the origin of swordsmanship, he missed the opportunity to find the five elemental dragons.

However, with this weapon of military prowess, the Crimson Sword is already a formidable weapon, no less powerful than any ordinary sword.

The turmoil in Lizhu Cave Heaven gradually subsided. Fu Nanhua left, the Mountain-Moving Ape left unwillingly, and most of the outside cultivators also left.

The town returned to its former tranquility, and Mud Bottle Alley was once again left with only those dilapidated mud walls and bluestone slabs.

Ye Yun knew it was about time for him to leave.

But before he left, there was one more thing he had to do.

That night, Ye Yun sat cross-legged in that dilapidated house.

The moonlight outside the window was beautiful, shining on the wild grass in the yard with a silvery glow. He didn't light a lamp, but simply closed his eyes and let his mind sink into his sea of ​​consciousness.

These days, he has been studying Liu Xianyang's sword manual.

That sword manual is indeed extraordinary.

It is not an ordinary cultivation method, but a key, a key to unlock the river of time.

His Reincarnation Sword Technique is inherently related to time and the passage of time.

The concepts of "returning to the light," "reflection," "rebirth," "nirvana," and "cause and effect" are all inextricably linked to time. Liu Xianyang's sword manual is like the final piece of the puzzle, tailor-made for him.

Ye Yun took a deep breath and activated the Samsara Sword Technique.

The three natal flying swords within his body trembled simultaneously, the Golden Light, the Purple Cloud, and the Cage swords resonating together, emitting a deep hum.

The buzzing sound grew louder and more intense, resonating with the sword scripture in his sea of ​​consciousness.

He saw the river from his dream.

The river flowed beneath his feet, vast and mighty, its origin and destination unknown.

The river is not just water; it is time, countless past, present, and future moments. The surface of the river shimmers with light, each ripple a fleeting instant, a scene, a story that has already happened or is yet to come.

The long river of time.

Ye Yun stepped into the river.

The river water reached above his ankles, knees, and waist.

The icy river water soaked through his clothes, but he didn't feel the cold. He only felt countless images flowing past him.

He saw himself, and everything that had happened to him.

He saw the Great Wall of Swords, and Dong Bude sat on the top of the wall drinking, with the old handkerchief embroidered with plum blossoms tucked in his arms.

Ning Yao was practicing swordsmanship, the sword light as bright as a rainbow, while Qian Shouxin was bragging, having racked up a huge debt of alcohol.

He saw Mud Bottle Alley, where Chen Ping'an was chopping firewood, one stroke at a time, sweating profusely.

Liu Xianyang sat on the edge of the cliff, with the sword manual tucked in his arms, while Ruan Xiu stood on tiptoe in front of the pastry shop, looking on with longing, like a little cat.

Li Huai was chased all over the mountain by dogs, shouting for help as he ran.

These people and these events are all flowing in the long river of time.

Ye Yun stood in the river, letting the water wash over him.

The sword core within his body began to spin wildly, the golden pill shining brightly like a sun in his dantian. Deep within the sword core, the immortal sword fully awakened, flying out of the sword core and hovering above Ye Yun's head, its blade entirely crimson, radiating a chilling sword intent.

The sword essence bestowed by the swordsman sensed the aura of the immortal sword, surged from his sea of ​​consciousness, and merged with the immortal sword.

Ye Yun trembled violently.

Countless sword principles surged into his body; these principles came from the past, the present, and the future.

They are the traces left by countless sword immortals over the past ten thousand years, and are the foundation of the sword path in this world.

His sword intent became even more solid.

At the same time, the fourth natal flying sword within his body began to condense.

That sword was different from the previous three.

Golden light has form, purple sky has color, and the cage has appearance. But this fourth sword is formless, colorless, and tasteless. It is like a wisp of wind, a ray of light, or a thought, existing between existence and non-existence.

The Sword of Law.

A sword that cuts through the rules.

Ye Yun closed his eyes, sensing the condensation within the sword. Every second, countless sword principles surged into it.

Those laws intertwined, merged, and settled within him, eventually coalescing into an invisible sword.

The moment the sword was completed, Ye Yun opened his eyes.

He saw things he hadn't seen before.

Countless threads of cause and effect were wrapped around him, some as thin as a hair, some as thick as a rope, connecting all directions, connecting the past and the future.

That line extended from his heart, across the river of time, through countless scenes.

He was on the verge of ascending to the Ascension Realm. If he severed this karmic ties, he could enter.

This obsession is what Nangong Pushe is all about.

After severing ties, he would no longer think of her, no longer miss her, and no longer travel to both worlds for her.

He could live a carefree life as a wandering cultivator, drinking, practicing swordsmanship, and watching the clouds drift by.

Ye Yun, however, did not want to sever ties.

What he needs to do is not to sever, but to reshape.

He wanted to sever the cause and effect of "death" and continue the cause and effect of "life," to reconnect that thread and bring that person back to life.

This is a million times more difficult than simply cutting it off.

But he doesn't regret it.

He opened his eyes and found himself still sitting in that dilapidated house. The moonlight outside the window was still the same, and the weeds in the yard were still the same. Nothing had changed, but he knew that everything was different.

His cultivation level has stabilized at the peak of the Immortal Realm, half a step towards Ascension.

The four natal flying swords within his body circulated slowly, their golden light, purple light, cage, and laws resonating in unison, emitting a deep hum.

He fully comprehended the fifth level of the Samsara Sword Technique, "Cause and Effect".

The Sword of Laws is complete.

He now has the confidence to kill those who have ascended to the Ascension Realm.

Ye Yun stood up and walked to the window.

The moonlight outside the window was beautiful, casting a silvery glow on the wild grass in the yard.

He looked at the overgrown weeds and suddenly remembered the first time he came to this house. The weeds were everywhere, the tiles were broken, and even the door could not be closed properly.

The land is still overgrown with weeds, the roof tiles are still broken, and the doors still can't be closed properly.

But he is no longer the same person he was when he first arrived.

Ye Yun looked down at his hand. It looked ordinary, no different from any other swordsman's hand. But he knew that the sword he held in that hand could sever cause and effect and reshape destiny.

Although we can't cut the thickest line yet.

But one day it will be possible.

The road ahead is long, but he's not in a hurry.

Ye Yun turned around, walked to the table, and picked up the wine pot. There was only a little "longing" left in the pot. He uncorked it and drank it all in one gulp.

The wine still tasted bitter after going down my throat.

But amidst the bitterness, there was a touch of sweetness.

Ye Yun stood at the door and looked for a long time.

In the distance, the barrier of Lizhu Cave Heaven glowed faintly under the moonlight.