The Three Teachings Converge into One: The Path of the Mortal and the Saintly is the Same

Poetry:

Old scars and new calamities are both faintly visible, the road through the clouds is long and the green hills are cold.

With unwavering loyalty, I brave the harsh winds and frosts, and bravely face the dawn's rays.

Now, Su Qingxuan and his group, along with the three Venerables, rode their escape light away from Broken Realm Mountain and headed straight for the depths of the Thirty-Third Heaven.

A strong wind blew, making everyone's clothes flutter, but it couldn't dispel the melancholy in their hearts.

Beneath our feet, the mountains and pavilions stretch endlessly like a painting, and the springs and waterfalls gleam in the sunlight.

Fairy maidens and warriors came and went, each performing their duties, creating a peaceful and harmonious scene in the heavens.

However, none of the companions were interested in sightseeing; they simply kept moving forward in silence, and the atmosphere was heavy.

The brothers Chu Lingxiao and Chu Yunfan followed three steps behind Su Qingxuan with their heads bowed.

His posture was respectful but with a hint of restraint.

By bowing in the hall just now, he has already tied his life and future to the ship of the Sanyi Palace.

The two looked down at their noses, seemingly lost in thought, but their hearts were in turmoil.

He admired Su Qingxuan's magnanimity, but was also worried about the lingering ties with his former master and disciple, and felt somewhat lost about the future.

Those disciples from various sects who managed to escape were even more ashen-faced.

Many of their teachers and fellow disciples either perished in the evil formations or were remnants of the conservative faction. The pain of their collapsing faith far surpassed the physical wounds they suffered.

Su Qingxuan stood in the center of the group, with the four fairies surrounding him like stars around the moon, attending to him on both sides.

Su Qingxuan stood ramrod straight, his face expressionless, but deep in his eyes lay an unyielding weariness.

The March trials were filled with life-or-death situations, treacherous schemes, and fratricide.

Finally, they uncovered the terrifying truth that loomed over the hearts of countless immortals, a truth powerful enough to drive even the most formidable Golden Immortals mad—

The five signs of decay in the celestial beings lead to their return to nothingness in the cycle of reincarnation.

These eight characters, like a thousand-pound boulder, weighed heavily on his heart.

As the light pierced through the clouds, he closed his eyes and focused his mind.

Yu Xiaozi's face twisted with resentment as he lay dying.

Ling Yunzi roared madly, "I am not reconciled!"

As Fa Yan chanted the demonic scriptures, a fleeting struggle flashed in his eyes.

Meng Xingjian's resolute and cold statement, "What does the suffering of the people have to do with me?"

It swirls through my mind like a revolving lantern.

They were once exceptionally talented individuals, revered by all the immortals.

He remembered fragmented records in a yellowed jade slip in the Spring and Autumn Pavilion:

These four individuals all ascended from the Great Xia Dynasty of the Divine Continent tens of thousands of years ago.

Geographically speaking, he and Su Qingxuan are considered "fellow townsmen".

Yu Xiaozi came from humble origins, but he possessed a heart devoted to the Dao.

He trekked across 90,000 miles of desolate wilderness, ventured into death three times to find a glimmer of immortality, and finally, at the age of sixty, he guided the Qi into his body.

His perseverance and character have put many of his peers to shame.

Ling Yunzi was known as a "little sage" even in his youth.

His essay, "On Pacifying the People," directly addressed the ills of the time, angering powerful figures and leading to his demotion to the southern wilderness.

He opened a school in a pestilential land to teach and educate the local people; a monument commemorating his merits still stands in southern Xinjiang.

In his early years, Fa Yan traveled extensively and tested medicines on himself during a major epidemic.

He was nearly attacked by the resentment of the wronged souls while trying to save them.

The title "Compassionate Venerable" in the Pure Land of Bliss is not undeserved.

In his youth, Meng Xingjian was a model of Confucianism, and he was upright in his conduct.

He once defended a lonely city for three months to protect its people, refusing to retreat even when his arrows and food supplies ran out...

They were once passionate young men, with lofty aspirations to save the world and its people, and with the concept of "morality" etched into their very bones.

But after ten thousand years, the peak of the Golden Immortal realm, just one step away from the truly immortal and indestructible Great Luo realm, has become an insurmountable barrier.

As the days went by, I felt my physical body begin to decay, cracks appear in my soul, and my sensitivity to the spiritual energy of heaven and earth gradually sluggish—

That was a sign of the quiet arrival of the five signs of decay in the divine.

That unwavering devotion that had sustained them through countless years of arduous cultivation crumbled inch by inch amidst boundless fear.

The longer one cultivates oneself, the more one craves longevity.

The higher one's status, the greater the fear of losing it.

Those who possess lifespans of tens of thousands of years and can turn the world upside down with a flick of their wrist are actually more vulnerable than ordinary mortals in the face of the cycle of life and death.

Human lifespan is short, which makes it easier to see through things.

They enjoyed all the bliss of life, only to suddenly face the prospect of everything being reduced to nothing.

That kind of disparity is enough to destroy any firm resolve.

Thus, the heart of Tao becomes clouded and its true nature is no longer visible.

Longevity secrets, rare and precious materials, and even evil and heretical practices have all become lifelines.

Former comrades have become obstacles in our path, and the great cause of serving the people has become a laughable empty talk.

Colluding with the Demon Lord and sacrificing living beings is nothing more than another "shortcut to survival".

Faced with life and death, one can abandon one's eternal reputation, the safety of the Three Realms, and even the last shred of the bottom line for being an immortal.

"How pathetic...and how hateful," Su Qingxuan sighed silently in his heart.

Fear of death is an innate instinct of living beings, and there is nothing wrong with that.

But when this fear swells to the point of dragging the entire Three Realms down with it, it becomes a malignant tumor that must be eradicated.

When the righteous path is weak, the evil path becomes strong.

The obsessions of the conservatives, the Demon Lord's conspiracy, and the millennia-old ills of the Heavenly Realm intertwine to form an invisible giant net, slowly dragging the Three Realms toward the abyss of Dharma's decline.

Can he, this "outlier" who inherited the bloodline of his ancestors and insisted on taking the path of the unity of the three religions, really tear through this net of traps?

A chill crept up his spine, causing the warm, flowing Chaos Golden Core within his dantian to pause slightly.

"Young Master." Lin Wanqing's gentle voice sounded beside him, tinged with worry.

She handed over a translucent white pill with her slender hand; the flowing patterns on the pill exuded a calming and soothing aura.

"Take one of the 'Strengthening the Foundation and Nourishing the Vitality Pill' that Sister Lingxi refined."

Since entering the Illusionary Demon Sea, your mental and physical strength has been severely depleted.

Xiao Lingxi leaned closer and lowered her voice:

"Young Master, you don't look well. You were at the forefront of the fierce battle earlier, and you also had to stabilize the seal, which took a heavy toll."

A gentle and mellow Bodhi light quietly entered the sea of ​​consciousness, like a clear spring flowing over scorched earth.

Xiao Lingyue clasped her hands together and softly recited the Purification Mantra, her eyes filled with worry:

"My lord, obsessions are like dust; there's no need to take everything upon yourself. We will face everything together."

Chi Ying didn't speak, but her eyes, like those of a hawk, scanned the surrounding cloud path, taking all possible potential dangers into account.

Chu Lingxiao and Chu Yunfan also noticed that Su Qingxuan's aura froze for a moment.

At the same time, he took half a step forward, and although he did not speak, his intention to protect was obvious.

The elixir entered the abdomen and transformed into a warm current that spread throughout the limbs and bones.

The Buddha's light cleansed and soothed the subtle ripples in the sea of ​​consciousness.

More importantly, the unreserved care and trust from those around him, like the warm winter sun, gradually dispelled the heavy sense of powerlessness in his heart.

Su Qingxuan slowly opened her eyes and met four pairs of bright eyes filled with worry.

He then looked at the determined-looking Chu brothers behind him.

Finally, a warm smile appeared on his face.

"It's alright, it's just... thinking about the old stories of Yu Xiaozi and the others makes me a little sentimental."

"There's always a reason why someone is pitiful," Chi Ying sneered, her tone resolute.

"If you are only afraid of death, then just shut yourself in and wait to die!"

"To drag all living beings of the Three Realms down with me, what kind of cultivator are you? You deserve to die!"

Xiao Lingyue sighed softly: "Amitabha. It is natural to fear death and seek life, but to become obsessed with it is to abandon the Great Way."

It's not that they don't know right from wrong, but rather that they are unwilling or unable to control the three poisons in their hearts.

Lin Wanqing pondered for a moment and said, "Young Master, those who adhere to the old ways have lost their true nature. If the heart is not upright, even the greatest magical power is still demonic."

"Wanqing is right." Su Qingxuan nodded, his eyes gradually regaining their sharpness.

"Lamenting is useless, pity is useless."

No matter how difficult the road ahead, someone must walk it. This is the path of our ancestors, and it is also my path.

As they were talking, the sea of ​​clouds in front of them suddenly opened up.

Three majestic immortal mountains pierce through the clouds, standing in a tripod formation at the core of the upper three heavens.

Its aura is vast and its momentum is imposing; its territory is expansive and it suppresses all the heavens.

To the left lies a sacred mountain, its purple aura rising thousands of feet eastward, with magnificent palaces and pavilions nestled amidst the pine trees and sea of ​​clouds.

A white crane carries a lingzhi mushroom, a blue phoenix dances in the sky, and the Daoist rhythm flows naturally.

It is the ancestral temple of Taoism, the Taiqing Heaven where the "Eight Views Palace" is located.

Located on a sacred mountain, its literary spirit soars to the heavens, giving rise to a vast ocean of books and brilliant literary works.

The phantom images of sages appear and disappear, and the sound of reciting can be faintly heard.

It is the ancestral temple of Confucianism, with the "Spring and Autumn Hall" as its seat, a place of literary and Confucian heaven.

To the right, a sacred mountain shines with Buddha's light, golden lotuses ripple, and chanting fills the air, cleansing the soul.

Thousands of monks, arhats, and bodhisattvas sat solemnly on lotus thrones, their appearances dignified and majestic.

It is the ancestral temple of Buddhism, the "Great Thunder Temple," located in the Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss.

Between the three mountains, the "Discussion Platform," paved with ten thousand feet of white jade, floats in the clouds, and the platform is already crowded with people.

The elders of the three religions, the leaders of various sects, and the famous Golden Immortals stood in a dense crowd, yet remained completely silent.

Countless gazes were directed at Su Qingxuan and his group, who had just activated their escape techniques.

Curiosity, admiration, scrutiny, fear, jealousy, resentment...

A variety of emotions intertwined to form an invisible web.

True Lord Mingde, Sage Xuanwei, and Venerable Huijue were the first to land on the platform, followed by Su Qingxuan and his followers.

The moment his foot stepped onto the warm, white jade, he felt at least dozens of powerful divine senses subtly sweeping towards him.

Among them were many auras of peak Golden Immortals, carrying an undisguised probing and pressure.

The Sage Xuanwei stepped forward from the crowd, holding a jade tablet, his voice as clear as gold and jade, resounding throughout the entire arena:

"The Trial of the Illusionary Demon Sea was originally intended to select materials for honing swords."

However, wicked people secretly plotted and colluded with external evils, almost causing great disasters.

Fortunately, the Palace Master of the Three Ones, Su Qingxuan, upheld the righteous path and remained fearless in the face of danger.

Break the evil formation, slay the traitor, stabilize the seal, and save our comrades.

His merits extend throughout the three realms, and his virtue benefits all living beings!

The roar was deafening, and the audience buzzed with excitement.

Those who had heard rumors beforehand looked grave, while those who had not heard them were dumbfounded.

"Now, on the advice of the three religions, we have reached a consensus!"

The voice of the Sage Xuanwei suddenly rose in pitch.

"Bestow upon Su Qingxuan the honorific title of 'True Man Protector of the Three Realms'!"

The Sanyi Palace is hereby granted the title of "A Buddhist Center Respected by the Three Teachings"!

Three top-grade spiritual veins from the celestial realm!

A hundred cartloads of innate spiritual materials!

Each of the three religions' secret scriptures contains a thousand volumes!

The Trinity Palace established branch altars at the ancestral temples of the three religions to widely spread the true teachings.

To commemorate their achievements and inspire future generations!

As soon as he finished speaking, the entire audience erupted in gasps and gasps of surprise.

"The True Protector of the Three Realms... The last person to receive this title was the Demon-Slaying Heavenly Lord thirty thousand years ago!"

"A place where the three religions are jointly revered? This is unprecedented! Is this to elevate the Sanyi Palace to a position on par with the ancestral temples of the three religions?"

"A top-grade spiritual vein! All the spiritual veins in the Heavenly Realm have owners, and now three have been created at once... How many Golden Immortals will be envious!"

"Setting up a branch altar at the ancestral temple... this is clearly an attempt to support the Trinity Palace and break the millennia-old order of the Heavenly Realm!"

Envy, jealousy, resentment, indignation... all sorts of gazes almost pierced through Su Qingxuan.

Su Qingxuan seemed oblivious, stepped forward, bowed deeply, and said in a calm and even voice, "Qingxuan, thank you for the generous gifts from the three sects."

Not arrogant or conceited, calm and composed like still water.

This magnanimity actually made some of those who had initially harbored doubts nod in approval.

The Sage Xuanwei nodded slightly and continued to announce the follow-up measures:

First, due to a major change in this trial, the Illusionary Sea Crystals obtained from the trial will not be ranked or handed over to the Ancestral Court.

Second, generously compensate the fallen disciples and their sects, and reward the survivors.

Third, a strict order was issued to hunt down and eliminate the remaining conservatives.

The instructions were clear and decisive, indicating that the top leaders of the three religions had already reached a consensus.

As everything settled down and the crowd gradually dispersed, only a core group remained on the stage.

Mingde Zhenjun walked up to Su Qingxuan and whispered:

"Qingxuan, come with me. The three Celestial Venerables wish to see you privately."

Su Qingxuan understood immediately, straightened his clothes, and followed the three Venerables to the Wenru Tian Chunqiu Hall.

Inside the Spring and Autumn Hall, the air was filled with the fragrance of ink, and the books were piled high like mountains.

The Confucian Venerable was not wearing a crown or robes, but only a plain white Confucian robe, and sat on a bamboo couch under the window.

Holding a copy of the Spring and Autumn Annals, he exuded no air of intimidation.

Upon entering the hall, Su Qingxuan naturally held his breath and respectfully performed the three kneelings and nine kowtows ceremony.

"Rise, Qingxuan." The Venerable Wenru put down his book, his gaze as gentle as the warm sun, yet seemingly able to see through people's hearts:

"You did a great job with the matter of the Illusionary Demon Sea, even better than I expected."

Su Qingxuan stood respectfully with his hands at his sides: "This disciple is humbled, I have only done my duty."

"Fulfill one's duty?" Wenru Tianzun sighed softly, his sigh carrying a hint of weariness from countless ages.

"Many people keep to their duty, but few can do so as well as you, keeping to their duty and acting uprightly."

On the cloud road just now, your heart was filled with emotion. Were you feeling sorrow for the past of Yu Xiaozhi and the others?

Is he worried that he alone cannot reverse the celestial realm's deep-seated decline?

Su Qingxuan's heart trembled violently, and he suddenly looked up.

The Celestial Venerable's gaze remained gentle, yet it was like an ancient mirror, reflecting all his unspoken thoughts:

"If you can see through this layer, your Dao heart has taken another step forward."

The five signs of decay in the celestial beings lead to the cycle of reincarnation and the return to nothingness...

This is a sword hanging over the heads of all those who have not yet attained the Great Luo realm.

Throughout the ages, countless brilliant and talented individuals have been trapped and perished here, their Daoist hearts collapsing and them falling into demonic possession.

Yu Xiaozhi and his group are not isolated cases, but rather just the tip of the iceberg of the intractable problems in the Heavenly Realm.

Sectarianism, resource monopoly, and rigid approaches... these are all superficial phenomena.

The root of the problem... lies here.

Wenru Tianzun stood up and gazed at the churning sea of ​​clouds:

"As the most holy, the most venerable, and the Buddha, we have transcended reincarnation and are not subject to the five signs of decay. Having lived through countless years, we naturally see things more clearly than anyone else."

However, the natural order is orderly, and we cannot directly intervene; otherwise, the order will collapse, and the disaster will be even greater. For the past 100,000 years, we have been waiting.

The Celestial Venerable turned around, his gaze sharp as torches, and landed on Su Qingxuan:

"Waiting for a variable, waiting for someone who can break the deadlock."

You inherit the bloodline of Su Lie and practice the unity of the three religions.

Unbound by sectarian shackles, unburdened by factional entanglements, with a pure and clear Daoist heart, and even more remarkably... you are young.

You are an outsider to the celestial chess game; only you can wield the pieces and break the deadlock.

Su Qingxuan's throat was dry, and his voice was slightly hoarse: "Heavenly Venerable... are you saying that the top leaders of the three sects knew about Yu Xiaozhi and his group's actions all along? They knew...

What are the various problems caused by the fear of the five signs of decay in the celestial realm?

"So what if I know?" A deep sense of helplessness flashed across Wenru Tianzun's eyes.

"If the water is too clear, there will be no fish. As long as you don't cross the bottom line or harm the very foundation of the three realms, a little selfishness, a little strife, and even a little...shady dealings are all within the scope of tacit approval."

This is balance, the balance that has maintained the surface peace of the celestial realm for ten thousand years.

He took two steps closer and gently patted Su Qingxuan's shoulder.

The hand was thick and warm: "However, the matter of the Demon Lord has crossed the line."

In their quest to prolong their lives, Yu Xiaozi and the others dared to loosen the seal of Guixu, a path that led to their demise and pushed the Heavenly Realm into the abyss.

Qingxuan, by exposing this matter and eliminating the henchmen of the old faction, you have torn away this fig leaf.

The road ahead will be even more difficult.

Those who lurk in the shadows, also driven to the brink of death by the fear of longevity, will see you as their mortal enemy.

Those who have enjoyed the benefits of a monopoly for millennia will see you as a heretic. There will be no shortage of open and covert attacks.

Su Qingxuan took a deep breath and straightened his back even more: "Since I have embarked on this path, I have never expected it to be easy."

"Good!" A glint flashed in Wenru Tianzun's eyes. "That's the spirit I want! Go for it, don't be timid."

The ancestral home of the three religions is your support.

There are some things that we are not able to do, but you can do.

Eliminate long-standing malpractices, restore order to the world, and break through the illusions on the path to immortality...

This bloody path must be paved by you.

He paused, his tone becoming more earnest:

"Remember! Never lose your Daoist heart, never forget your original aspiration."

Don't... become the kind of person you once despised.

……

Taiqing Heaven, Eight Views Palace.

There is no extravagance of gold and jade here, no elaborate carvings, only the natural flow of pure energy, and every blade of grass and every tree contains the essence of Tao.

Su Qingxuan did not see the true form of Taiqing Tianzun.

Only Xiao Lingxi closed her eyes and concentrated for a moment, then opened them, her eyes gleaming with a clear light, and relayed the Daoist words:

"My lord, the Heavenly Venerable said: The Way follows nature and does not obstruct cause and effect."

Your practice of integrating the three religions is a natural consequence of the times, a change in the natural order, and also a chance to break the deadlock.

However, change is bound to encounter resistance, just as a stone striking water creates ripples.

Those who cling to the old ways, those who have already benefited, and even countless cultivators whose hearts are clouded by corruption, can all be obstacles to the path.

Do what needs to be done, and stop when you should stop. Do not force things or act rashly.

"When water flows naturally into a channel, things will fall into place; this is the true path."

Su Qingxuan bowed to the void: "Qingxuan, I will remember the Heavenly Venerable's instructions."

The sound of the Dao faded away, like a gentle breeze passing by, leaving no trace.

……

Blissful Heaven, Great Thunder Temple.

The Buddha's light was vast, and the chanting of Buddhist hymns was solemn.

Su Qingxuan also did not see the Buddha's golden body; instead, Xiao Lingyue listened with her palms together, relaying the Buddha's decree:

"Young master, the Buddha asked: You broke through sectarian prejudices and integrated the essence of the three religions, but was it to seek the 'wisdom' for the liberation of all beings?"

You fight against demons and protect the righteous path, hoping to save the three realms from collapse. Is this out of a heart of "compassion" to save the world?

All phenomena in the world are governed by cause and effect.

The decline of the conservatives is the consequence, while the fear of the five signs of decay in the divine is the cause.

The Demon Lord's desire to emerge is the result; the loss of moral compass is the cause.

Your practice of this path is a new cause, and it will bear good fruit.

The road ahead is fraught with obstacles; we must use wisdom to dispel delusion, and compassion as our vessel, free from attachment to appearances and unburdened by our own minds.

Su Qingxuan clasped his hands together and bowed deeply: "Qingxuan, I am willing to overcome obstacles with wisdom, keep compassion in mind, and live up to the Buddha's guidance."

……

Wuqu Heaven, Zhenwu Hall.

A murderous aura soared to the sky, and the atmosphere of war was chilling.

The True Martial Emperor, seated high on his command throne, his golden armor gleaming, spoke with a booming voice that traveled directly through the red tassel before Su Qingxuan could even offer his greeting:

"Su Qingxuan! I won't beat around the bush with you!"

The art of war is outwardly about killing and conquest, but inwardly about protecting the moral principles.

If your actions are for the benefit of all people and for the sake of justice, then you should kill those who deserve to die and sever those who deserve to be severed!

This stagnant pool in the heavenly realm cannot be cleansed by thunder and lightning!

The threat of the Demon Lord cannot be suppressed without iron fist!

Those old folks in the ancestral temple, due to their status and propriety, cannot do certain things.

As the one who breaks the deadlock, you must have the courage to do so!

Go for it! The million soldiers and generals of Wuqu Heaven can all be your support!

Any evil spirits, heretics, stubborn old fogies, or anyone who dares to obstruct your path—

kill!"

The single word "kill" resounded like iron, shaking the beams of the palace.

After Chi Ying finished relaying the message, her eyes blazing with battle intent, she nodded emphatically to Su Qingxuan: "Young Master, the Emperor's words are also my own."

Whoever blocks my way, I'll clear the path for you!

Su Qingxuan's heart surged with passion. Facing the True Martial Emperor's throne, he knelt on one knee and performed a solemn military salute:

"Qingxuan, thank you for your trust, Great Emperor! I will certainly protect the path in my heart with the sword in my hand!"

……

As Su Qingxuan bid farewell to the True Martial Emperor and stepped out of Wuqu Heaven, the setting sun was dyeing the sea of ​​clouds golden red.

He stood alone on the cloud, gazing at the majestic outline of the ancestral temples of the three religions.

The confusion and helplessness I felt have vanished.

Instead, there was an unprecedented clarity and determination.

That's it!

The top leaders of the three religions, and even the great emperors of military strategy, were not ignorant, nor were they inactive.

They see things more clearly than anyone else, but they are bound by their identities, by rules, and by the delicate balance formed over millennia.

They need a knife, a sword, an "external force" to break the deadlock from the outside.

Su Qingxuan, inheriting the legacy of his ancestors, practices the unity of the three religions, is unaffiliated with any sect or faction, and is young and vigorous, making him the most suitable "sword".

Fear of death is human nature, obsession is a demon in the heart; accumulated evils are like mountains, and the shadow of demons looms large.

This road is destined to be fraught with thorns and mountains of corpses.

But so what?

If our ancestors could risk their lives to seal away demons and suppress evil, then Su Qingxuan dares to use his sword to cleave through this millennia-old illusion!

"Young Master," a soft voice called out.

Su Qingxuan turned around and saw that the four women and the Chu brothers had all gathered around him.

Lin Wanqing has gentle eyes, Xiao Lingxi has clear eyes, Xiao Lingyue has a compassionate face, Chi Ying is full of fighting spirit, Chu Lingxiao is calm and resolute, and Chu Yunfan is full of vigor.

They gazed at him silently, their eyes filled with trust, devotion, and a resolute commitment to share life and death.

Su Qingxuan's gaze swept over everyone one by one, and he spoke slowly, his voice not loud, but each word clear, like gold and jade falling to the ground:

"Everyone, the Celestial Venerable has already given us a clear indication. The Way of the Three Ones Palace is the way to break the deadlock in the future."

From this day forward, we will establish a branch altar at this ancestral temple of the three religions and open our gates wide.

"To spread the righteous Dharma of the unity of the three religions, break the monopoly of sectarianism, resolve the predicament of lifespan on the path to immortality, and resist the calamity of the Demon Lord's world-destroying power!"

He paused, his gaze fixed on the horizon, towards the faintly surging Ruins, and spoke each word carefully:

"The road ahead may be treacherous, but our resolve will remain steadfast. Though countless tribulations and hardships may arise, we will journey together!"

"I am willing to follow the Palace Master (Young Master) to attain enlightenment and protect all living beings!"

The crowd responded in unison, their voices resounding through the sky.

The radiant glow of the sunset cast long shadows of the seven figures upon the endless sea of ​​clouds, resembling seven unsheathed swords pointing straight to the heavens.

……

As dusk settled, the last sliver of golden-red on the horizon gradually sank into the inky blue.

When Su Qingxuan led his followers back from Wuqu Heaven and landed back on the Dao Discussion Platform, the huge platform was completely empty.

Only the howling wind swept across her jade-like face, carrying a hint of chill.

The lights at the ancestral temples of the three religions always burn brightly and eternally.

The clear radiance of the Supreme Purity Heaven, the literary brilliance of the Scholarly Heaven, and the Buddhist flames of the Blissful Heaven.

They intertwine to form a hazy yet solemn sea of ​​light, illuminating the endless surging clouds thousands of miles below.

The scene was breathtakingly beautiful, yet so still it made one's heart sink.

As if since time immemorial, these three colossal mountains have always stood silently, overlooking the ever-changing winds and clouds of the celestial realm, and the rise and fall of immortals and gods...

……

"Young master, what... should we do now?"

It is:

The ancestral temple's lights illuminate the cold night, while the emperor's sword soars through the starry sky.

The eternal clouds and haze will eventually dissipate, and we will sail together across the vast ocean.