A Scroll of Infinite Glory

Chapter 158 Born in the morning, dying in the evening, soaring through the heavens with light

Within five moves, I will make you leave this world forever!!!

After making such a boastful declaration with a smile, Shao Lingxiao didn't give anyone more time to react. He pointed the tip of his sword at the ground in front of him and launched his first move.

Sword shadows flew everywhere, shooting out in all directions, both above and below, with a sharp whistling sound as they hurtled through the air.

The downward sword shadow disappeared into the ground, while the sword shadow flying into the air vanished in the wind. The sword shadow flying towards the library crashed into the eaves tiles and red-lacquered door pillars, like an illusory dream, merging into this ancient building.

The sword shadows that flew towards the people disappeared before they could dodge.

The scene, which was originally densely packed with glittering sword shadows swirling and weaving, instantly became completely empty.

But between these two opposing peaks, in this world high in the sky and atop the mountains, there exists an invisible and intangible feeling—a feeling that seems to change only in the details of light, shadow, vegetation, airflow, and temperature—of a "sword"!

It has become increasingly dense and is still growing and spreading rapidly, becoming more numerous and grand.

The tip of the Flying Light Sword was lifted slightly.

Those armored warriors climbing the mountain, Han Wengong and others, as well as the Huoluo Daoist followers on the mountain, all felt as if they had lost their footing and were about to fall.

Whether they are in palaces and pavilions or hidden in dense forests, when they have this feeling, it is as if they have fallen out of their real environment and come into an endless darkness.

This place feels like the deep sea, like the night sky, with starlight in the distance, like schools of fish, a slight chill brushing against the skin, a glimmer of light brushing past the corner of the eye, and an emptiness and loneliness tasted between the mouth and nose.

All senses were simultaneously and more deeply controlled, creating a void world that was completely different from reality and so difficult to distinguish.

As everyone plummeted rapidly, the distant starlight came into view, transforming from silent to audible, whistling and swirling past, bringing with it a mysterious, fleeting, and icy hue, and an increasingly magnificent and grand melody.

Lightning!!

Flying Light!!!

Many armored soldiers forgot why they were there in the first place, focusing only on rolling over as they fell, chasing the fleeting time with their eyes, and enjoying a freedom they would never experience again in their lives.

Compared to those below the Grandmaster level, the Grandmaster realm is overwhelming in every aspect, but the biggest difference lies in the telepathic powers such as Thousand-Mile Soul Lock and Divine Intent Sweep.

Generally speaking, among reincarnated beings, the overall qualities of a living being can be roughly divided into four aspects: mind, spirit, physical body, and energy. The difference between physical body and energy is significant and easy to distinguish.

The nature of mind and spirit is very similar; most of them originate from thinking organs such as the brain, or souls and spirits. Therefore, the distinction between them is not so clear.

For Guan Luoyang, today was also the first time he had experienced such a significant difference between the two.

Although the Mind-Intent Method contains the word "mind," strictly speaking, it leans more towards spiritual power, while the characteristics of the Grandmaster realm are truly biased towards the mind.

Without the medium of true qi, the destructive power of this telepathic force on physical objects is limited.

However, when it comes to stimulating the senses, the myriad phenomena created by the power of telepathy, the vastness of the sky and the distance of the earth, the endless changes, and the infinitely fantastical experiences are so delicate that they are beyond the reach of ordinary spiritual power.

Before today, people couldn't even imagine that they could instantly perceive so many details amidst changes in color, light, shadow, and music without fainting.

They even felt their entire being, from body to mind, every pore of their soul, expanding, eagerly absorbing everything here.

If I could live here in the morning, I could die here in the evening!

"The freedom that comes from being detached from everything, the intoxicating and maddening feeling—what a wonderful experience!"

As Guan Luoyang drifted and plummeted, he pondered, "But such things can only be embellishments in my life..."

"What I've heard and seen has never been so pure, so lofty, so seamless, so blissfully selfless. It was only after hearing those stories that I made my subsequent decisions and took my actions."

Behind this absolute purity and vastness, there should also be something else that he should be able to hear.

Boom! !

A discordant note, a heartbeat, appeared amidst the magnificent music.

The heartbeat contains the true reason behind that sword strike, stripping away the disguise of the move, revealing the heart of the swordsman when he wielded the sword.

A touch of exhilarating fighting spirit, a hint of regret, a slight sense of mockery towards everything... and a spark of hatred.

Guan Luoyang stopped falling, and with the help of that sliver of firelight, he saw reality.

Master Tianfang did not succumb to that feeling. Dressed in white, he made his move the same time his opponent drew his sword.

The figures and palm shadows on the broken bridge resembled a spiraling, scattering white storm, leaving bright traces of light as they danced in the air.

The densely interwoven streaks of light seemed to be responding to an invisible, unpredictable, and omnipresent offensive from all directions of nature.

With each palm strike, he dispersed and seized a portion of the energy in the air, pressing it down in the same direction.

Gradually, a huge sword-shaped tip was forced to appear as he pressed down with his palm.

Although only a small section of the sword tip was visible, the width of this colorless giant sword was already about seven feet, and it was as tall as a person if laid horizontally. The sword body, still hidden in the void, must have some astonishing appearance.

Judging from its direction, this sword strike clearly originated from Shao Lingxiao.

Only Guan Luoyang and a few others who had regained consciousness could see that when the sword revealed part of its form, it was actually a sign that Shao Lingxiao's first move had been broken.

From being formless and omnipresent, it was forcibly compressed into a tangible and material form, confined to a corner. What follows is... shattering, shattering, shattering, shattering!

As another palm print landed, starting from the tip of the giant sword, many palm prints dented out of thin air and exploded.

The colorless giant sword shattered repeatedly.

Looking again at Shao Lingxiao on the edge of the cliff, the sword shadows had already gradually dissipated. At this moment, it seemed that even his presence had vanished into nature. A black robe suddenly fluttered and disappeared into thin air.

A dazzling sword light, about four feet long, suddenly pierced through the continuous bursts of energy and appeared before Master Tianfang, slashing diagonally at his face.

"The second move."

"A pointless agreement!"

Master Tianfang paid no attention to the other party's so-called five moves of verbal manipulation, neither pleased nor angered by them.

As the head of Lao Jun Mountain, his responsibility, along with his disciples, master, and fellow disciples, is to reclaim Lao Jun Mountain.

In his mind, a pact between an enemy and a sword strike or a palm strike from that enemy were no different.

Master Tianfang slightly shifted his upper body, and his platinum-like arms struck the sword light from both sides, the landing points of his palms slightly overlapping.

In the past, no one dared to use their flesh and blood to block the divine weapon in the hands of a grandmaster, but today, it seems that the flying sword is unwilling to be struck by such a double palm strike.

Neither side, nor even the two people currently making their moves, knew whether, if such a scene were to actually occur, Tianfang Zhenren's palms would be cut open first, or Feiguang's slender sword would be unable to withstand the ultimate foundation of the five-fold reversal.

The faint black robe flashed in the void and disappeared in an instant, followed by the sword light. It then appeared in a flash at the heart of the body. Master Tianfang stepped aside, and the clothes on his chest were torn by the sword energy.

The sword light flashed repeatedly, striking vital points all over Tianfang Zhenren's body: his dantian, waist, throat, eyes, Baihui on the top of his head, Yuzhen on the back of his head, and stabbing him more than ten times along the gaps between his vertebrae, even between his ankles and tendons.

The black-clad figure, appearing and disappearing intermittently, was like a god or ghost detached from the sound of the air. Yet, all such swords were deflected and blocked by Master Tianfang, who used his hands to shield and protect the target, and his platinum finger force to pierce and deflect the flying projectiles.

This time, the fight was not as intense as before. All the power was concentrated in a small space, and every move was infused with an enduring and undying spiritual light.

So much so that in the midst of their fierce battle, the two fought their way back from the edge of the broken bridge to near the mountaintop plaza, leaving behind countless "images" of their clash on the broken bridge.

Hundreds of platinum hands and fingers hovered in the air in various mysterious postures, frozen at the moment of contact with the flying light sword.

Thus, it can be clearly seen that some hands are pressing down on a section of the sword blade, while others have a section of the sword tip between their fingers.

There was even a figure of a foot that was slightly off the ground and kicked the spine of a sword.

These things are created in an instant, and such a round of attack and defense, in anyone's eyes, is just a single move.

Despite his impeccable defense, Master Tianfang seized a sliver of room to maneuver, his hands suddenly shifting and striking out five palm prints in an instant.

Four of the palm prints are single palm prints, but the palm print at the top of this five-print structure is a strike from two palms combined.

The five palm prints, each with its own trajectory, will merge into one at a distance of three feet as they strike forward.

The ultimate move of the Five Elements Annihilation Palm.

Golden winds blow, white emperors reign, and the prime minister reigns amidst countless battles!

When Master Tianfang unleashed this move, his protective true energy was condensed to its extreme. The secret power in his mind's gateway clashed fiercely with the protective true energy, causing a strange silver-white vertical line to appear on his forehead.

The vertical lines, like two slightly curved lines hooking together, create a small spindle-shaped pattern on the skin where they meet.

Such patterns imbued his appearance with an indescribable sense of holiness at this moment, like a true god descending to rule the war.

At this moment, no matter how unpredictable the opponent's movements are, or where they are, as long as this palm strike is unleashed, Shao Lingxiao will inevitably appear at the position where the power is at its peak and be knocked down from the void.

Shao Lingxiao appeared ahead of time, a smug smile on his lips, and thrust out his sword.

The short distance between them seemed to be lengthened by his gesture of handing over the sword, creating enough space to echo all the traces left by their previous battle.

Those white-gold palm prints and finger marks, those faintly visible sword shapes, and even the halo that scattered when Master Tianfang clashed with the giant sword during the first exchange actually reformed and gathered together.

The sound echoed across the broken bridge, and the surrounding power transformed into a tangible dragon, small and exquisite, yet with prominent horns and a powerful force capable of flattening mountains and rivers. It slowly coiled around the sword and swam forward.

The Demonic Cult's most treasured manual, the "Morning Life, Evening Death Sword Technique," contains several chapters, the first of which is so powerful that it makes dragons cry for miles!

The dragon's head and the sword tip joined together, and without any fancy moves, they combined the five palms into the Golden Wind White Emperor Style!

The heavens opened for it.

The dark clouds dispersed in surprise, and it seemed that flower petals and fragrant rain were drifting in the light that pierced through the clouds, slowly falling to earth.

There is a circular gate that opens at the end of the light, with indistinct mythical beasts and celestial officials carved on its frame, each in a different pose, extremely solemn and elegant, full of ancient charm.

The aftershocks of the fierce battle between the two unparalleled masters on the mountain seemed to naturally transform into a beam of light that shot into the portal.

The portal in the sky trembled slightly. When people on the ground first looked at it, they thought it was only about ten feet in diameter. But when they looked at it again in the blink of an eye, the portal in the void had expanded several times.

Yu Tu Zhenren, who was recuperating in Xiushuo City, gazed at Lao Jun Mountain and remained silent in contemplation.

At the foot of the Shaolin Temple gate, many monks stared in astonishment or confusion at the scene in the distant sky.

The Zen Master Pingxin's hesitant tone betrayed his shock: "Could it be...?"

"The Heavenly Gate appears, shattering the void!"

The abbot, leaning on his staff, his beard trembling, chanted the Buddha's name, "Amitabha! We must not wait until dusk; all disciples, depart immediately."

He was referring to his disciples, but it seemed he wasn't even going to wait for them.

He incorporated the Shaolin martial art of "Eight Steps to Catch the Cicada," a skill that is as swift as a shadow, and the lightness skill of "Crossing the River on a Reed," into his movements. He could leap eight steps in the air and travel several miles away, as if he were throwing lightning or flying stars.

in the sky.

The scene inside the door was originally deep and calm, seemingly blue and black, with nothing visible, but after this expansion, it began to rotate gently.

A tremendous suction force, visible to the naked eye, acted on Shao Lingxiao and Tianfang Zhenren, causing their black and white robes to flutter upwards and rustle.

The two men's strength and will were at their most intense, and neither Shao Lingxiao nor the seemingly indifferent Tianfang Zhenren could hide their boiling fighting spirit at this moment.

Across mountains and seas, throughout the world, in this realm, in this fleeting moment, only this person opposite me stands side by side.

Only the person opposite you is of the same kind as you.

Shao Lingxiao felt an impulse that almost destroyed all his previous plans, and he decided to fight Tian Fang right here and now to determine a true victor.

At the same time, Master Tianfang had already understood the other party's intentions.

In the midst of their intense clash, their wills could almost discern fragments of each other's thoughts.

Master Tianfang let out a long roar, and behind him surged four-colored halos of green, red, black, and yellow, which faintly converged into a vortex with the outline of a Tai Chi symbol, approaching his body.

Five reversals were already the limit, but he wanted to try to reverse the power of the four colors outside his body again.

A vast, heaven-like power propelled his palm forward with a thunderous crash. His left hand was pierced directly by the Flying Light Sword, but without any hesitation, he pushed his palm against the guard of the Flying Light Sword, his five fingers gripping the hilt and thus seizing Shao Lingxiao's hand holding the sword.

The platinum right palm, imbued with the power of four colors, slammed towards Shao Lingxiao.

Shao Lingxiao shifted his body slightly, deliberately directing his chest to meet the palm strike. They were already too close; such a change meant that even Master Tianfang didn't have time to adjust his trajectory.

It was almost possible to see Shao Lingxiao's entire heart meridian being blasted apart by this palm strike, leaving a bloody hole in his back. However, there seemed to be a luster of mercury and ink mixed together in the blood, which was also pulled out.

Blood splashed far behind, and the ink-like and mercury-like luster suddenly solidified into a square-handled Dao sword stuck diagonally in the ground.

Shao Lingxiao groaned in pain, and at that moment his left hand struck Tianfang Zhenren, splitting into twenty-eight points with his palm force, instantly illuminating twenty-eight acupoints.

The constellations circling the sky, reversed and merged into one.

"Are you so unwilling to send me to immortality?"

The acupoints around Tianfang Zhenren's body immediately felt immense pressure, like the pressure of deep sea water.

The demonic sect's chilling true energy could not immediately penetrate his body, but it tightly connected with his acupoints and attached itself to his body.

The suction force of the Heavenly Gate suddenly weakened on Shao Lingxiao, but surged on Tianfang Zhenren, causing his body to rise from the ground like a shooting star flying in reverse and disappear at high speed.

"Shao Lingxiao!"

A giant platinum palm, the size of two people, pressed down from the sky.

Ye Motian flew over and intercepted the palm strike.

The force of a palm strike coming down from a hundred feet in the air would inevitably be greatly worn down by the time it reached this point. Even so, Ye Motian, who had taken the blow with all his might, felt his bones and muscles tremble violently and he crashed into the ground of the plaza.

Shao Lingxiao swayed, thrust his sword into the ground, and knelt down. Thick blood flowed continuously from the hole in his heart, and his voice was hoarse.

"Ha, you're so angry, then I'm even more determined."

Even so, as he looked up at the figure flying towards the Heavenly Gate, his eyes held a deep, unfathomable regret.

"Guan Luoyang!!!"

Just as Guan Luoyang was about to make a move, he suddenly heard a telepathic message from Tianfang Zhenren.

"He wants..."

The tone of the transmitted sound was drawn out until it was barely audible.

Guan Luoyang strained his eyes to see that Tianfang Zhenren was completely enveloped in the dense light of the Heavenly Gate. Although he opened his mouth, no sound came out.

He saw a burning rage rise on Tianfang's face.

The next moment, a scene unfolded in the heavens above, a scene that would be unforgettable for all those who were watching Tianmen.

The white-robed Taoist priest, about to ascend to immortality, looked up and waved his hand...

It slammed into the edge of the Heavenly Gate!

The Heavenly Gate trembled, emitting a clear sound that was hard to discern as real or illusory, and the rapidly ascending figure slowed down for a moment.

Lying in the pit, Ye Motian's pupils contracted. The pause of the white-robed figure was only a very brief moment, yet it felt so long.

Finally, he rose again, passed through the Heavenly Gate, and disappeared without a trace.

The remaining light of the Heavenly Gate shone only on Shao Lingxiao, and the suction force continued to pull at his robes.

Shao Lingxiao knelt on one knee, his sword plunged into the ground, and as the body, devoid of a heart, grew weaker and weaker, it still refused to respond to the guidance of the heavenly light.

A giant centipede riding on black mist flew over. Xu Hongmei was brought there by Su Mu Daoren. She chanted a spell and pointed a finger at Shao Lingxiao.

Guan Luoyang leaped forward.

All the experts from Xiushuo City unleashed their full power, leaping into the air and charging towards the plaza.

(End of this chapter)