This is the true immortal of the Taoist sect.

With a single sword strike, he cleaved through heaven and earth, and even the Heavenly Dao submitted to his sword.

This power is enough to accomplish anything in the world.

It is enough to make even the most hard-hearted person obsessed.

Even the gentle breeze is no exception.

The only difference is that Qingfeng still harbors a sense of self-doubt, questioning whether this power is truly real.

Although this force of doubt was as weak as a candle flickering in the wind, it prevented Qingfeng from completely succumbing to it.

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On Qingming Island, Li Daoxuan awoke from his meditation once more.

It's obvious without even calculating that the problem definitely lies with Qingfeng.

Without further hesitation, Li Daoxuan's primordial spirit instantly merged with heaven and earth, precisely locating Qingfeng's position by following the Daoist Qi.

However, when he tried to send his primordial spirit and dharma body over, he discovered that even his primordial spirit could not penetrate the location where Qingfeng was.

As soon as you get close, you feel like you're being slowly sliced ​​apart by a thousand blades.

"The power of an emperor? This kid actually trespassed into the ruins of an emperor..."

Li Daoxuan asked in surprise.

The overwhelming sense of threat, as if being surrounded by countless blades, was clearly caused by an extremely powerful sword intent.

In this world, only those at the Great Emperor level could make Li Daoxuan's primordial spirit feel such a tremendous threat.

"A sword cultivator at the Great Emperor level... Could this place be the Sword Tomb of the Desolate Region?"

Li Daoxuan was in a solemn mood. Everyone in the world with a bit of information knew that the Sword Emperor's Sword Tomb was in the Desolate State.

But why has no one ever dared to trespass here?

Even those who come to observe and learn only dare to stay outside the Sword Tomb.

Because of the danger of this place, even a martial god with nine imperial runes would not dare to venture in lightly.

Legend has it that the Sword Tomb contains the sword of an ancient sword emperor, and anyone who dares to trespass will surely die.

Previously, a martial god with extremely high cultivation had tried to go in and take away the Sword Emperor's sword, but in the end, only a wisp of his soul escaped.

Since then, no one has dared to go in.

"Why did Qingfeng get in here? This is ridiculous..."

Li Daoxuan was also somewhat helpless. He was at a critical juncture, and his true form could not easily leave his secluded cultivation place, which was quite troublesome.

After thinking for a moment, Li Daoxuan had no choice but to try anything, even if it seemed hopeless.

"Give it a try..."

The primordial spirit and physical body vanished instantly, merging with the Qi and fortune of heaven and earth.

Go and feel the spirit of the gentle breeze.

Even so, Li Daoxuan was not feeling well.

The Sword Emperor's abilities were comparable to those of a Daoist Celestial Immortal. If it weren't for his status as a Dao Ancestor, which allowed him to control the Daoist fortune at will, and the fact that Qingfeng's Daoist fortune was second only to his, his will would not have been able to penetrate this layer of sword intent.

After an unknown amount of time, Li Daoxuan finally sensed Qingfeng's chaotic primordial spirit, which had only a last vestige of consciousness remaining.

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At this moment, in Qingfeng's spiritual world, he was holding that divine sword and looking down upon the world with pride.

After annihilating three states in the desolate region with a single sword strike, Qingfeng returned to the Xuan Region.

With his absolutely invincible strength, he became the strongest person in the world and brought the entire Lizhou under the Daoist sect's control.

They then pacified the desolate ancient mountains, making the Central Plains a place for the Daoist sect to spread its teachings.

Enter the Heavenly Gate, conquer the Heavenly Road, and ascend to the Celestial Realm...

He saw Wang Jingshu, the junior sister with whom he had made a promise.

When he stood before Wang Jingshu with an absolutely invincible air, he originally thought that his junior sister, whom he hadn't seen for many years, would be overjoyed.

But what he saw was Wang Jingshu's slightly disappointed look.

"Junior sister, I'm here..."

"I promised you that I would ascend to the Xuanhuang realm to reunite with you, and I have kept my promise."

"Not only did I achieve that, I am now the strongest person in the world."

"Even the Heavenly Emperor must submit to my sword..."

"I have also fulfilled my promise to my master, spreading the Daoist sect throughout the entire Xuanhuang Great World."

"The Taoist school is now the true orthodox sect in the world."

"The number of people who have abandoned martial arts to cultivate Taoism is countless..."

"But junior sister...why...are you unhappy?"

Wang Jingshu remained silent, a look of heartache flashing in her eyes.

She gently grasped Qingfeng's sword-wielding hand, cupped his face in her other hand, and looked up at him.

After a long while, Wang Jingshu finally spoke.

"Senior brother...is this...still you?"

Qingfeng's smile suddenly froze, and a look of fear and struggle appeared in his eyes.

"Is this still me? How can this not be me? I am now the strongest in the world, even a celestial being cannot withstand a single sword strike from me..."

"How can this not be me?"

"No...this isn't me. How did I acquire such power? This..."

"Which one of me is it?"

Qingfeng struggled more and more, and suffered more and more.

Everything in front of me began to blur.

Wang Jingshu disappeared, and the Heavenly Court disappeared.

Everyone around me disappeared.

The whole world was plunged into a dark and despairing void.

Then, one by one, towering demons rose from the ground—one, ten, a hundred, a thousand...

Ghosts and spirits are not scary, but what terrifies Qingfeng is that all of them look exactly like him.

They were all watching him and grinning maliciously.

Suddenly, a sharp pain shot through my arm.

Looking down, he saw that the divine sword in his hand, which had given him invincible power, had somehow grown terrifying tentacles that had deeply pierced his arm, drilling into his meridians, flesh, and bones.

No matter how Qingfeng tried to shake it off, the sword seemed to be permanently attached to his hand, and he couldn't get rid of it at all.

"Ah... what's going on..."

"I...I am an invincible powerhouse..."

"A sword...what can it do to me..."

Qingfeng's eyes turned bloodshot, and he began to erupt wildly.

The thousands upon thousands of demonic and divine manifestations rushed towards him from all directions, as if to devour him...

"Gentle breeze..."

Just as Qingfeng was becoming increasingly engrossed in this, and the last vestige of his consciousness was about to disappear, a voice suddenly rang out in his mind.

Qingfeng suddenly paused, startled.

A glimmer of clarity flashed in his eyes.

"Master...Master..."

In the void and darkness, it was as if a ray of light shone in.

At the end of that light, a blurry figure was quietly watching him.

"Master...is that you?"

A gentle breeze trembled as it asked.

The man did not answer him, but instead said:

"Repeat after me... Ice and cold for eternity, all things remain still..."

Qingfeng couldn't see who it was, but he instinctively felt that it was his master.

His master, who disappeared completely after becoming invincible...

Out of instinctive trust in his master, Qingfeng did not hesitate for long and began to chant along.

"Ice has stood for millennia, and all things remain still..."

The man continued:

"The mind should be calm and the spirit tranquil, gazing upon my solitary spirit..."

"The mind should be calm and the spirit tranquil, gazing upon my solitary spirit..."

"When mind and spirit are in harmony, the breath should follow..."

"When mind and spirit are in harmony, the breath should follow..."

"Though the interplay of elements is subtle, one remains unperturbed by any change..."

"Though the interplay of elements is subtle, one remains unperturbed by any change..."

"Without delusion or anger, without desire or seeking; without abandoning or forsaking, without action or ego... Dao Xuan Tian Zun... so be it..."

Qingfeng's heart gradually calmed down.

The last line of the mantra was then slowly recited.

"Without delusion or anger, without desire or seeking; without abandoning or forsaking, without action or ego... Dao Xuan Tian Zun... so be it..."

In an instant, endless brilliance shone forth.

It dispersed the nothingness and darkness.

All the demonic and divine bodies vanished into nothingness.

The divine sword rooted in his arm also vanished as wisps of green smoke.