The sun and moon are both wrong; who made him seek the Dharma

It covered everything, sealing off all space for evasion.

Gao Haoguang roared, "Scattered Three True Myriad Swords Talisman!!!"

"boom!!!"

A violent explosion erupted in the sky, the golden light dazzling and the shockwave spreading in all directions.

The carriage was overturned by the blast wave, the carriage body was shattered, and the wheels were scattered.

The two could no longer control themselves and plummeted straight to the ground.

Black Bamboo's heart pounded wildly, the wind whistled in his ears, and the ground rapidly magnified in his vision.

Oh no! Oh no! Oh no!

This is it, we're doomed.

Just as despair was rising, a long sigh was heard.

The sigh was very soft, as if it came from a faraway place, yet also as if it were right next to my ear.

[Space Theft]

A sudden dizziness.

The ground beneath my feet, the sky above my head, and the mountains in the distance.

Everything seemed to have been shattered and then pieced back together in an instant.

Black Bamboo suddenly went black and lost consciousness.

When she woke up again, she was lying in a dimly lit, secret room.

The air was filled with the familiar scent of sandalwood.

Black Bamboo looked up blankly:

"Where...am I?"

"Nine Realms Gate".

Upon hearing that familiar voice, Hei Zhu turned his head in disbelief.

"master?"

She stared in disbelief: "How did I get here?"

"I remember that my senior brother and I weren't..."

The Taoist priest, dressed in a gray Taoist robe, stood with his hands behind his back.

He looked down at his two disciples and sighed.

"Didn't I tell you not to go near the Sanzhen territory?"

Burning Daoist sighed, his gaze filled with an indescribable complexity:

"Thanks to Mr. Chen for bringing you here."

"Otherwise you will die on the spot."

"Mr. Chen?"

Upon hearing this unfamiliar name, Hei Zhu turned his head to look.

In the corner of the secret room stood a man.

White hair, red eyes, and a cold expression.

There was a star mark between his eyebrows, which shone faintly in the dim light.

(Chen)

The man's face was extremely young, but his demeanor was very weathered.

He glanced indifferently at Hei Zhu and Xiang Yuyin, his gaze as if he were looking at two stones.

Immediately, Chen looked at the Burning Daoist, his eyes as cold as ice:

"Since you're the one who asked me to take action."

"Then you should bear the consequences."

Burning Daoist nodded without hesitation:

"That's how it should be."

He smiled nonchalantly, a smile that carried a calm acceptance of life and death:

"I was still wondering why I wasn't among the witnesses to the great battle three months later."

So that's where it should be.

Xiang Yuyin frantically propped herself up, blood still seeping from the wound in her abdomen, her voice trembling:

"Master, what's the price?"

The Taoist priest remained silent.

He reached out and lovingly stroked Xiang Yuyin's head, the warmth of his palm seeping through her hair.

"it's okay no problem."

His voice was calm, as if he were soothing a child who had a nightmare.

"Master is going to a very far place."

"One day, we will be reunited."

The voice just fell.

The air in the sealed room suddenly froze.

The temperature dropped sharply.

Time seemed to stand still once again, under Hei Zhu's incredulous gaze.

A second felt like an eternity, and even breathing became a luxury.

A transparent sword slowly emerged.

The sword's blade was crystal clear, exuding an aura of time itself.

The Myriad Laws Sword of Penglai.

It hovered in mid-air, its sword tip pointing directly at Mr. Chen.

Chen's expression was indifferent, his red eyes showing no emotion whatsoever.

He extended his right hand, his five fingers loosely clenched.

[Space Theft]

The sword was drawn by some unseen force, and its blade tilted slightly.

Under Hei Zhu's incredulous gaze, Fen Dao Ke's body suddenly lurched forward.

It felt like being pushed by an invisible hand.

He crashed into the sword.

"puff"

The sword slashed straight into the Burning Daoist's right shoulder, then slashed diagonally down, almost cutting his entire body in two.

From the collarbone to the ribs, a horrifying wound suddenly opened, and blood gushed out like a fountain.

Xia Chuan, who was thousands of miles away, suddenly received a notification.

[Participate in the kill of the future powerful magical corpse, and you'll get a chance to win a prize of +1000.]

Xia Chuan raised an eyebrow: "Hmm?"

2020 AD.

Penglai Island.

Hai Shan sighed.

His gaze was distant, as if he were speaking to the distant past.

"Don't take advantage of the fact that you were witnessed back then to do whatever you want."

He said seriously, "If I really get angry..."

"Even if it means my Dharma body shatters, I'll still kill you all for my own amusement."

Chapter 49 Reaching Heaven

2020 AD.

Inside Penglai Island.

Saturday, Qing lay on the table, but her eyes secretly glanced at the sea and mountains by the window.

"Senior Haishan, who are you talking to?"

She lowered her voice and asked her junior brother, "It's been happening more and more frequently lately."

Do you think he might be trying to look cool?

Duan Xinglian buried himself in writing the exam paper, not saying a word, only pausing slightly with the tip of his pen.

Hai Shan's voice drifted in from the window, tinged with a hint of nonchalance:

"I heard you."

Zhou Liuqing scratched the back of her head and stuck out her tongue shyly.

Hai Shan turned around and walked from the window to the front of the stage.

His gaze fell on the almost blank exam paper in front of Zhou Liuqing, and he raised an eyebrow: