Immortality: Starting with a grave, I'm invincible when burying corpses.

What would happen if the power of heaven and earth within a radius of a hundred miles were gathered in one place and bombarded down?

This is a question that most people who embark on the path of cultivation have wondered about.

What young man doesn't yearn for love?

Most martial arts practitioners have gone through a period in their youth when their minds were filled with fantasies about the future, imagining all sorts of unrealistic things.

They fantasized about becoming immortals on land, soaring through the heavens with those they admired, imagining their casually developed techniques shining brightly in the martial arts world, and dreaming of turning the tide in times of crisis, saving the world from suffering, and being revered by all...

But the tide of reality will gradually wash away the sharp edges of youth, making them smooth and eventually merging into the rushing river, becoming an inconspicuous ripple.

When survival and solemnity become the main themes of the times, the fantasies of adolescent delusions become unspeakable beautiful dreams.

A single strike gathers the power of heaven and earth within a radius of a hundred miles.

Even among the terrestrial deities worshipped as immortals by the world, few could achieve this level of skill, and even fewer would do such a thing in the relatively peaceful world of today.

This is a story that only exists in mythological texts, a fantasy of countless young people.

And now, with a deafening roar, all of this has become a reality.

Centered on Wangliu City, an invisible bridge spans the sky, drawing in vital energy from all directions for miles around.

The primordial energy permeating the world is transformed into spiritual energy through the bridge, and further transformed into the five elements spiritual power containing the ultimate principles of the Great Dao.

Colorful rays of light swept in from the horizon, bathing the entire sky as far as the eye could see.

Thick clouds, sunset glow, gentle breeze, grass and trees, birds and beasts...

Everything in the world was dyed in color, the air was so thick that even breathing became a luxury, and the overwhelming pressure firmly locked onto the location of the demon race.

Even the lingering aftershocks caused the militiamen in Wangliu City to unconsciously lower their bodies, and some even prostrated themselves on the ground, bowing repeatedly to the sky while chanting incessantly.

"May the gods protect us! May the gods protect us..."

On the streets, people knelt down in droves, their devotion palpable, praying that the gods would vanquish the demons and save them from their suffering.

In the teahouse, the kitchen manager suddenly rushed to the window, his eyes wide open, his expression a picture of utter brilliance.

From his position, he couldn't see what was happening outside the city gate, but anyone who wasn't blind could see the colorful sky and the divine sword falling from the heavens.

Recalling Mu An's earlier words, the shopkeeper suddenly came to his senses. After shaking a few times, he tightened his grip on the spatula.

The shopkeeper had never been so serious in his entire life. He stirred the food in three large pots at the same time, giving full play to his skills and bringing his culinary expertise to its peak.

At the city gate, the swordsman holding his knife stood silently in the shadows, unnoticed by anyone, as everyone's attention was drawn to the miracle in the sky.

The swordsman recalled how, seven or eight minutes earlier, he had arrogantly cursed the young man in white.

He looked up at the sky, watching the Five Elements Giant Sword slowly fall, and his mind, which had become somewhat rusty from killing too many people, suddenly started working.

"It is said in the martial arts world that the immortal on Mount Qi is skilled in the Five Elements and loves to use the Five Luminaries Annihilation Wheel to smash people. More importantly, if he remembers correctly, the immortal on Mount Qi seems to have a number of not-so-pleasant titles."

Recalling his earlier rude remarks, the swordsman's face grew even uglier, and he wished he could just disappear on the spot.

What's worse, the swordsman had killed many people in his youth, both good and bad, making him a truly wicked person.

Although the swordsman's temper improved after some events, his name is still on the bounty list in Daqi.

Qishan Road is most famous in the martial arts world as a forbidden land of evil and wickedness. It is said that no matter whether you are a cultist or a fugitive on a wanted list, you will become part of a Jingguan (a mound of corpses) if you go there.

After changing his expression several times, the swordsman simply stuck his sword into the ground and sat down on the ground, leaning against the battlements to rest.

He lovingly stroked the precious sword that had been with him for eighty years, murmuring to himself.

"Old buddy, once this is over, I'll take you to challenge a terrestrial immortal. We're going to die anyway, so dying at the hands of a demon is worse than dying at the hands of a terrestrial immortal; at least we'll have a whole corpse."

As he spoke, the swordsman chuckled, "Who knows, maybe after I die I'll be made into a storybook, that wouldn't be bad..."

Right in the center of the city gate, the militia leader's mouth was agape, his eyes fixed on everything that was happening in the sky.

He excitedly waved his arms and legs, slapped the city wall with one hand, then suddenly frowned, subtly withdrew his hand, and began to dance excitedly again.

"Gods! Gods of our Great Qi! We are saved! Everyone in the city is saved!"

Just then, a messenger appeared out of nowhere and spoke in a low voice.

"Boss, the gods themselves said we should beat you up ten times..."

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"Cough cough cough! Be gentle, don't hit my face..."

……

Mu An was unaware of everything that happened in Wangliu City, and even if he had known, he wouldn't have cared.

Such is the nature of all living beings; he had seen far too many of them before.

At this moment, Mu An was like a true immortal, standing quietly above the clouds, looking down at the flowing clouds that fell from the high sky to the earth.

From a macro perspective, this sword strike that traversed the sky was very slow, as if giving the people on the ground ample time to escape.

But in reality, it's the eyes deceiving their senses; the power is so great that it distorts space, creating this illusion.

From the moment the flowing clouds emerged to the moment the thousand-foot-long giant sword struck the earth with overwhelming force, only a hundred or so breaths passed.

Like a shooting star falling from the sky, before the sword even hit the ground, the energy gusts that arrived first poured down.

Wherever it passed, the earth was torn apart, and the ground was cracked with ravines like a spider web.

The once-aggressive demon race seemed to have had their spines removed. Faced with this terrifying power that swept across the heavens and earth, they had no will to resist and only knew to scatter and flee like madmen.

Tens of thousands of demons exhausted all their strength trying to break free from the clouds' lock and flee towards the mountains, the rivers, and in all directions.

Above the auspicious clouds, Mu An stood and gazed. He paid no attention to the resistance of the demon soldiers. In the face of absolute overwhelming power, the escape of these demon soldiers was meaningless.

To the truly powerful beings in the world, the resistance of ordinary creatures is nothing more than a game.

More than whether any monsters could escape, Mu An was more concerned about the appearance of these monsters at this moment.

He looked down at the demon race below, his finger hovering in the air.