A Scroll of Infinite Glory

Chapter 175 A Thousand Miles to Subdue the Dragon, A Thousand Miles, The Transformation of the Mayfly Dragon

The Demonic Sect's revenge plan was actually not complicated. It was just that the local martial arts figures had limited their vision, which prevented all the experts from thinking about bombarding Tianmen at the beginning.

After all, breaking through the void has been the pursuit of countless masters for thousands of years. Those with martial arts wisdom are thinking about how to reach the Heavenly Gate as soon as possible and how to cross the Heavenly Gate more easily.

Throughout history, there have been far too few people who have had the leisure to weigh the importance of Tianmen, and to this day, there is probably only one such case.

However, if we set aside the differences in perspective and examine their plan with an equal and fearless attitude, we will find that there is a major flaw in the plan: if the Heavenly Gate is really breached, Shao Lingxiao has not prepared an escape route for himself.

At that time, he must have already suffered extremely severe damage. The demonic mutants of the Demonic Sect and the reinforcements of the Reincarnation Squad had revealed all their trump cards, leaving no further variables. The people of the Tang Dynasty would never give up the fight under such circumstances; they would only fight with an even more resolute attitude.

At that time, the evil cult seemed to be facing a repeat of the desperate situation it had been in before, when it was besieged by a large army and its empire was on the verge of collapse.

This is exactly what Shao Lingxiao wants.

He wanted to recreate the scene from ten years ago, giving himself a chance to make a new choice.

The plan is now thwarted, and the dangerous situation has come sooner than expected. But this is not necessarily a bad thing; it's more like what happened back then.

The sword energy swirled, radiating dazzling light.

The Demonic Sect Leader's Water-Colored Sword Shadow was originally crystal clear like glass, and its sword energy was not strong, as if it were just a water surface slightly reflecting the morning light.

But now, this whirlwind of sword energy shines brightly in the darkness, and anyone who looks in this direction can see a rotating and expanding pillar of light.

Then, the beam of light suddenly shook violently, as if its foundation had been struck and displaced by a tremendous force.

BOOM!!!

Guan Luoyang punched into the sword energy tornado, and all the sword energy at the base of the whirlwind pillar was shattered by his fist and driven away by the wind and thunder airflow around him.

The Flying Light Sword, like a few streaks of light, returned to Shao Lingxiao's body, and he met Guan Luoyang's fist with his palm.

The layers of sword energy densely covering his palm resembled hundreds of fine, flowing crystal threads, weaving back and forth, emitting a loud sword cry as they rubbed against each other.

Although the dense sword threads were stretched and developed into gaps under the impact of the punch, and many showed signs of breaking, the whole structure was not destroyed. The moving sword threads continuously divided and reduced the force of the punch, and the friction carried it away to other directions.

But this time, the force of the punch that struck Shao Lingxiao's palm neither sought to penetrate nor transformed hardness into softness.

Guan Luoyang stepped forward in a bow stance, and pushed his fist forward again, which was pressed against the other's palm. A dull thud came from inside his body, especially from his shoulder, elbow, and wrist.

The Lightning Shadow Armor has protective components at these joints. At this moment, those components are stimulated by the energy bursting from within, causing them to vibrate and glow. The amplification of the armor causes a circle of deep, powerful light waves to ripple out from these three joints, from the shoulder to the wrist.

In Shao Lingxiao's perception, the force of the punch that was blasting towards him surged three times in succession.

It was like a flood crashing against a dam, with no buffering effect from the ebb and flow of the tide. As soon as one wave crashed over, an even bigger wave surged in. The sound of the tide went from the sound of water to thunder, and then to a deafening roar like the collapse of the heavens.

Moreover, the surging tide around Guan Luoyang was composed of turbulent, blue flames of heat energy.

The phoenix rises from the flames, and the dragon opens the shore!

"Pursue victory? I'll take your life!!"

The sword energy armor in front of Shao Lingxiao's palm shattered, his wrist moved backward, his elbow bent, his shoulder trembled, and his body turned to the side.

The sword energy that had just formed the whirlwind collapsed backward from above, like a dazzling avalanche filled with bright light and rising dust.

Amidst these rushing, snow-like sword energies, streams of energy differentiated and rose.

The torrent of sword energy transformed into a rushing human form, actually forming multiple blurry, glowing human silhouettes with flowing hair and dancing robes, charging towards the imperial city.

Lu Gu'an was startled to see a figure appear before him. The family's typhoid sword technique, known for its sudden warmth and lingering cold, was used. With a flick of his slightly heavy sword, he thrust straight at Lu Gu'an.

The figure pointed its fingers like a sword, striking the sword tip with its fingertips without hesitation. Upon closer inspection, the figure's features were indistinct, and even its hair and clothing were composed of threads of sword energy.

Having fought fiercely for a long time, Lu Gu'an now poured his full power into every sword strike, daring not to be careless. When sword and finger collided, the light and shadow in front of him suddenly shattered, pulling away Lu Gu'an's bursting power and buzzing away.

Lu Gu'an stumbled forward, his body momentarily lost in the air. He hurriedly shouted, "Be careful! Once these things clash head-on, they will immediately seize your true energy, far more violently than the previous sword intent pull."

Those from prominent families in Chang'an who had reached the first-rate level all encountered such an attack; Lu Gu'an spoke too late.

On the contrary, his younger brother Lu Pingdong trusted him too much. Upon hearing his warning, he subconsciously changed his sword move to avoid a direct confrontation. As a result, as soon as the blade was deflected, the white light sword finger blasted a bloody hole in his shoulder, and his entire right arm was blown off.

A large amount of blood gushed out, and as the sword-qi humanoid figure spun around, Lu Pingdong's face suddenly turned pale. Before he could even scream, he felt a chill penetrate straight to his heart and down to his dantian. His true energy, using the blood as a medium, flowed away completely from the wound on his right shoulder, and he lost consciousness on the spot.

Multiple sword-qi figures went quickly and returned even faster, crashing into Shao Lingxiao's back one after another. The power they carried was all poured into the sword armor, and the crystal-clear, vibrant sword-qi cocoon was stained with a little blood.

With this combined force, Shao Lingxiao withstood Guan Luoyang's punch and pushed Guan Luoyang back with a straight arm.

Guan Luoyang also refused to retreat too far. His back foot landed, causing the ground to tremble and gravity to shift erratically. Mixed with flames and lightning, he once again blasted towards Shao Lingxiao.

The six powers and three divine weapons constantly overlapped within his body, amplified by the Flying Shadow Armor, causing his power to rise again and again, each time seemingly surging to a level that even his own body could not withstand.

After uttering the words "no retreat," Shao Lingxiao abandoned much room for maneuver, directly confronting Guan Luoyang's attacks head-on every time.

Therefore, Guan Luoyang also abandoned the concept of balanced strength and gentleness, and the principle of positive and negative buffering, and only pursued something stronger and more intense each time.

More and more sword energies were spreading out from behind Shao Lingxiao, and many of them could no longer maintain their human form, only scattering and circling in the air.

Everyone who attacked the Abyss was inevitably affected by the sword energy, including Gu Lanxiang, Abbot Wangsheng, and the Empress.

The Empress gave a low rebuke, and then, seemingly out of nowhere, threw out a multitude of papers with riddles written on them. Infused with the power of a Grandmaster, these papers flew and slashed, temporarily blocking the sword energy that was attacking this area.

The four divine weapon wielders and the Abbot of the Rebirth Hall had completely suppressed the Abyss One, and the nine poisonous scorpion tails had been severed.

The four giant fists clashed with the invigorated Abbot Wangsheng, causing his internal bones to break one by one. Furthermore, pure Buddhist energy seeped into his body, hindering regeneration.

Gu Lanxiang smashed the centipede flying sword away with a single blow, then leaped high into the air and struck again, breaking off a large number of bone spikes on the Abyss's head, causing its forehead to cave in.

Another rain of arrows came from outside the city. It must be because the martial arts practitioners in Guanzhong had exhausted their inner energy and were gradually losing their rhythm. This time, only about twenty arrows flew in.

This was enough to strike a fallen dog; all the arrows struck the Abyss Being, and the true energy erupted where the arrows hit, causing patches of different colors to spread across its body surface.

Gu Lanxiang threw out several wine gourds, smashed them all with a single blow, and poured the wine onto the Abyss One. Then she struck again, and flames roared, threatening to ignite the wine.

The flames had just risen when they suddenly veered off course as if blown by a storm, the wine dried up and vanished, and the flames went out on the spot.

It turned out that the intensity of the sword energy in the air had increased dramatically, and the four weapon wielders who had been immobilized by the Abyss were all pushed back by the sword energy.

"Master Su Mu, there's no point in you staying any longer. Leave now."

The ground beneath Shao Lingxiao's feet had collapsed into dust. At this moment, he was only able to hold himself in the air by relying on his mind and will. But the instant his feet completely collapsed, he used one hand to fight Guan Luoyang, while the other hand actually turned halfway around and pressed down backward.

In an instant, the sword energy emanating from the man's body scattered and spun, piercing through everything around him. Pillars were pierced, doors were riddled with holes, black tiles were punctured, and walls began to leak air.

Arched trenches appeared on the ground, expanding and growing larger.

The tall willows by the water were also pierced, their branches snapped, and tattered green leaves flew everywhere.

The Imperial Guards' iron armor was no match for such sword energy, and they hastily retreated.

Before the collapsed section of the city wall, the entire battlefield where the Abyss Warriors and the Queen had been was now enveloped by circles drawn by these sword energies.

Gu Lanxiang and the others tried several times to deliver a fatal blow to the Abyss Being, but were blocked by the suddenly gathered sword energy.

The Abyss One moved again, recklessly crashing into the palace. The arrows on its body exploded one after another, and the Abyss One's body collapsed like a mountain of flesh without the support of bones. Su Mu's Yin Qi soul flew out, stepped on the centipede flying sword, and swept away, heading straight into the deep palace.

Given the current situation, he might have a chance to turn the tide if he were to take the emperor hostage.

The Empress was eager to give chase, but was blocked by the sword energy. Her face flushed with anger, and she turned around and attacked Shao Lingxiao.

However, Shao Lingxiao suffered at this moment. He was distracted and Guan Luoyang broke his left arm with a punch.

"Ha ha!"

Shao Lingxiao laughed twice, his sword energy fixing the broken arm bones, and he managed to parry again with some difficulty.

Guan Luoyang flipped his hand and tore his entire left arm off his shoulder. Unexpectedly, the sword energy inside the severed arm suddenly circulated and condensed into a dark red sphere.

Shao Lingxiao flicked his right finger, and the sphere exploded in Guan Luoyang's palm, causing him to stagger backward.

With only his right arm remaining, the Demon Cult Leader focused his mind and unleashed a flurry of sword energy, which condensed into pearls to block the killing moves of the Empress, the Monk, and the young girl.

After the direct confrontation, the three of them finally understood what kind of person Guan Luoyang had been fighting.

The small black bead of sword energy that flew over brought not only heavy pressure concentrated on a single point, but also a sweeping mental and spiritual influence that distorted their senses, making them feel as if every part of their body was being pointed at by an unparalleled divine sword.

Anyone whose level of cultivation is inferior to Shao Lingxiao's will have this premonition that their skin will be carefully sliced ​​open, their flesh cut off, their bones sawed off, and they will be chopped into powder in the next moment. Even if it is not a real physical injury, the torment to the mind is indescribable.

But Guan Luoyang was able to withstand such pressure and fight with increasing ferocity. How could Abbot Wangsheng and his men retreat after just one move?

After the three accepted the sword energy black bead, their tiger's mouths split open and blood gushed out. They mobilized all their power and smashed it at Shao Lingxiao.

Meanwhile, Guan Luoyang unleashed his ultimate attack, pushing himself to the limit.

Shao Lingxiao still did not retreat. His one arm was pressed back by Guan Luoyang's fist and smashed into his chest. His back took the blows of three weapons. Even with the cocoon woven from the extraordinary sword energy of the Morning Birth and Evening Death Sword Technique, which was based on the Flying Light Sword Technique, it could no longer fully protect him in the face of such an attack.

At least 60% of his bones were shattered by that blow.

Especially after Guan Luoyang's punch, to withstand such force, there wasn't a single intact bone left in his right arm and chest cavity.

"Hahaha, I told you guys should have teamed up to pursue victory."

"You won, but I didn't back down."

A crimson aura enveloped Shao Lingxiao, who used his own blood as a sword and clothing. Intense, tiny vortexes collided and overlapped with it, forming a powerful suction force.

Not only did he not retreat, but he also wanted to finish one last thing.

As the air was expelled and the sword's cry tore through the soul was heard, Shao Lingxiao's figure soared into the sky, dragging the other four people as they crashed into the Heavenly Gate.

Without the hundreds of top-tier experts in Guanzhong, he led these four people to destroy Tianmen.

The process of flying into the air was too fast. Abbot Wangsheng and the others were in a hurry to react, but at this moment, Shao Lingxiao no longer cared about his own life. The release of their true energy was just indirectly adding to Shao Lingxiao's power.

Before the three could think of a way to deal with it, they felt a powerful, trembling force travel from in front of Shao Lingxiao to behind, shaking them off their feet.

Guan Luoyang had to exert all his true energy to achieve this effect; even his head, which was now crackling with electricity, felt a sense of emptiness and depletion.

The final kick landed on Shao Lingxiao's chest, causing Guan Luoyang to tumble and fall.

The four landed, while the person in the air almost completely transformed into a sword. The sword energy condensed almost like a solid, carrying him higher and higher, slashing wildly towards the Heavenly Gate.

Abbot Wangsheng threw his staff with the strength of a grandmaster, but could only watch as the staff and the giant sword drifted further and further apart.

Is it possible that we can only rely on the fortification of the Heavenly Gate? Can we only hope that the guesses passed down from our ancestors are inaccurate?

Bang!

Guan Luoyang fell straight to the ground, the sword in the air reflected in his glasses. Suddenly, a strange sense of disorder and fragmentation appeared on his body, as if his past self, his present self, and a self whose existence was unknown were coexisting in a spiritual collision at this moment.

"Whether you retreat or not is irrelevant, but you deserve to die."

Not long after entering this world, Guan Luoyang began to suffer defeats. When he first encountered Shao Lingxiao, a three-star was no match for a high-level four-star. He was beaten to the point of vomiting blood in one move and even used up a token.

In the battle against the Celestial Immortal on Mount Laojun, Guan Luoyang killed Xu Hongmei, but failed to capture Shao Lingxiao, who was in extremely poor condition at the time.

As for the demonic mutants created later by the Demonic Sect and the opposing Reincarnators, who burned, killed, and plundered along the way, Guan Luoyang, although he was in pursuit and hunting and had the upper hand, did not feel any joy of success, because the places he followed had already been ravaged by disaster.

This was certainly not his fault, but it made him very unhappy, and he had to face the fact that his own camp did not have enough confidence to defeat the opponent.

"The difference between winning and losing isn't that significant. Regardless of the odds, I'll do everything in my power to kill you."

Since the difference between winning and losing isn't that great, why should I insist on pursuing victory?

"I just want your sharing to fail."

Guan Luoyang sat down on the spot, looked up and gazed at it, raising his hands above his head with his fingers interlocked.

Six phantoms overlapped around him: a sphere, a divine bird in flames, and a fluctuating mass of dust. At the very top and most conspicuous was a swarm of flying insects that were coalescing and transforming into a dragon.

Starting from the Eastern Capital, the journey was winding and arduous, filled with battles and pursuits, stretching for thousands of miles to reach this place. Like a beast that has suffered repeated setbacks and humbled itself, it constantly hones itself, waiting for the moment to evolve into a dragon.

The "momentum" condensed from the Bai Family Sacred Fist, the transformation of the mayfly dragon.

Then, using this rising and changing will as a fuse, ignite the Zhou Tian Dao Field, reaching the highest heavens, the divine phoenix bathes in fire, achieving nothingness, silently listening to the mortal world, using these six kinds of "forces" to impact the realm of "taking the god from the void".

The six phantoms erupted together, transforming into faint light that swept through the streets and alleys, engulfing the imperial city.

Everyone around felt a strange change, as if everything around them was different.

The Queen and Gu Lanxiang felt it the most deeply.

They could pinpoint the specific differences: the long, brick-paved street, the high palace walls and buildings, and the numerous houses and mansions, including the dilapidated ones, all possessed a profound sense of depth.

It was as if the hidden essence within had been awakened.

Does everything have a spirit? Perhaps it does, perhaps it doesn't, perhaps it never did before, but in this brief moment, everything here seems to have been brewing a swirling, ethereal essence over the long years.

But this feeling was fleeting.

Everything around returned to normal. All that was seen was that Guan Luoyang's armor made two hissing sounds before disappearing and returning to its belt-like form.

Above the night sky, the dazzling, ethereal sword energy also slowed down.

When Guan Luoyang attempted to break through, the power that Shao Lingxiao had taken away also made the same attempt. Moreover, this power was far greater than the remaining six powers of Guan Luoyang. At the moment of the breakthrough, Shao Lingxiao could almost see the entire city of Chang'an, which was shrouded in mist and willows.

So even in defeat, he felt the grandeur of Chang'an's nine-layered palace, a feeling that rushed straight to his heart.

The forces that made up this sword energy were all out of control, and Shao Lingxiao sighed deeply.

"This, Chang'an—"

With a clang, the swords and armor around him shattered into pieces, turning to ashes. Gathering his last bit of strength, he let out a long roar and accelerated once more, hurtling towards the Heavenly Gate.

Just before he could slash at the edge of the Heavenly Gate, the rapidly disintegrating glazed energy had already eroded away the last main axis of sword energy, turning him into ashes.

(End of this chapter)