One person: Orochi, starting with Feng Baobao's Eight Heroes.

The figure of Zhenwu the Great began to blur.

"The remaining seven moves await you..."

Before the words were even finished, the entire space shattered with a deafening roar.

Chen Qi felt dizzy and disoriented. When he opened his eyes again, he found himself standing on a mountain road, with the wind and snow still blowing, as if everything that had just happened was an illusion.

But the two sword techniques that were clear in his mind and the newborn true energy flowing in his body reminded him that it was definitely not a dream.

"Senior Brother Chen!"

The calls of his fellow disciples could be heard from afar.

"Senior Bai Xian is getting impatient!"

Chen Qi suppressed the shock in his heart.

He glanced one last time at the spot where Qingweizi's body had been, then turned and strode into the depths of the snowstorm.

The Xuan Shuang sword hummed softly in its sheath, as if eager to unleash its newly acquired swordsmanship.

Chen Qi knew that his path of cultivation would be completely different from now on.

Chen Qi staggered to the front of the pattern and discovered that it was actually a complete method for practicing sword techniques.

He stared at the yin-yang symbol of the two fish in the center of the design and suddenly felt a sense of enlightenment.

"I see..."

Chen Qi stretched out his trembling fingers and traced the trajectory of the Bagua pattern.

"This is not just a simple sword technique, but a method by which 623 integrates Qimen Dunjia (a form of divination) into swordsmanship!"

As the wind and snow intensified, the patterns on the ground began to be covered by snow.

Chen Qi hurriedly drew his sword and drew a perfect circle on the snow.

Just as the circle closed, he felt a strange power coming from the tip of the sword.

"I understand!"

A sharp glint flashed in Chen Qi's eyes.

"This is a combination of techniques used by warlocks to activate a divination array centered on both the enemy and themselves! Multiple smaller arrays can be activated simultaneously, and if their interaction can be controlled..."

Thinking of this, Chen Qi could no longer restrain himself. He gripped the sword with both hands and circulated his internal energy according to the pattern.

Blue patterns appeared on the Dongfeng Greatsword, and the space around the sword began to distort.

"A sword...that transcends lifetimes!"

Chen Qi unleashed a powerful sword strike.

The sword light transformed into a streak of blue light, silently slicing through the space ahead.

Chapter 280 The True Sword Bearing the Heavenly Dao

Wherever the blue line passed, falling snowflakes, howling winds, and even light were neatly cut apart, forming a vacuum zone hundreds of feet long.

"Rumble--"

Three breaths later, the top of a distant mountain slowly slid down, the cut as smooth as a mirror.

Chen Qi knelt on one knee, panting heavily.

This sword strike nearly exhausted all his true energy, yet a wildly joyful smile curved his lips.

"The True Martial Emperor is right... This is the true sword carrying the Heavenly Dao!"

He looked down at his trembling hands.

"It's not simply about man and sword becoming one, but about using the sword as a medium to leverage the power of heaven and earth!"

After adjusting his breathing for a moment, Chen Qi took out the communication jade talisman and infused it with true qi.

"Lu Ci, prepare for action."

His voice was slightly hoarse with excitement.

"I have mastered a sword technique... a sword technique powerful enough to change the course of the battle."

A surprised response came from the other end of the jade talisman.

"You met the True Martial Emperor? What did he teach you?"

Chen Qi looked at the flattened mountain peaks in the distance and said softly.

"A sword separates two worlds."

Putting away the jade talisman, Chen Qi took one last look at the Five Elements and Eight Trigrams diagram on the snow that was about to disappear completely, then turned and stepped into the wind and snow.

His back was even more upright than when he arrived, as if he had been freed from some invisible shackles.

The mountaintop fell silent once more, with only the canyon cleaved by sword energy silently recounting the sword tradition that had once taken place here.

Deep in the Changbai Mountains, in a valley shrouded in mist, lies a volcanic lake nestled quietly amidst the surrounding peaks.

The lake surface steamed with wisps of heat, making the surrounding scenery appear hazy and mysterious.

Along the lake shore, the entrances of several caves are faintly visible, with a faint glow emanating from within—these are the residences of the White Immortals.

In the middle of the volcanic lake, a small island stands alone.

The island is full of strange rocks, but there is a flat open space covered with dry moss and unknown herbs.

In the center of the open space, a pure white hedgehog, as big as a small van, is resting with its eyes closed.

She was surrounded by a faint milky white halo, and every breath she took caused the surrounding air to tremble.

This is the great-grandmother of the White Immortal Clan, whose cultivation has reached the Transcendent Realm.

Surprisingly, when she occasionally moves, the shadow she casts on the ground is the figure of a graceful woman, creating a stark contrast with her physical form.

"Great-grandmother, the Guan family girl is here again."

A white fairy, about the size of a child and walking upright, hurried over and respectfully reported.

Grandma Bai slowly opened her eyes, and her amber eyes seemed to hold the shimmering stars.

"Let her come."

His voice was gentle yet carried an undeniable authority.

Before long, Guan Shihua helped Liao Huzi, whose face was pale, to appear at the edge of the island.

She was dressed in an indigo-blue outfit, with a belt embroidered with strange runes around her waist. Fine beads of sweat appeared on her forehead, indicating that she was in a hurry.

"Grandma Bai, help me!"

Guan Shihua called out from afar, her voice filled with urgency.

Grandma Bai nodded, and with a slight lift of her front paws, a milky-white bridge of light extended from the island to the shore.

Guan Shihua helped Liao Huzi step onto the light bridge, which was surprisingly stable and did not sway at all.

As the two approached, Grandma Bai's gaze fell upon the shocking wound on Liao Huzi's chest.

A black aura swirled around the wound, constantly eroding the surrounding flesh.

"Was this Liu Kunsheng's doing?"

Grandma Bai asked, her voice still calm.

Guan Shihua nodded, her eyes filled with hatred.

"That old man suddenly attacked, and Uncle Liao tried to protect me..."

Grandma Bai said no more and slowly stood up.

Surprisingly, her movements were incredibly light and graceful, without the slightest hint of clumsiness.

She walked up to Liao Huzi, lowered her head to sniff the wound, and then opened her mouth to exhale a ball of milky white qi.

The energy enveloped Liao Huzi's wound, and the black aura quickly dissipated.

At the same time, the spikes on Grandma Bai's back suddenly burst into white flames, but the flames were not scorching; instead, they emitted a warm aura.

"Bear with it."

Grandma Bai spoke to Liao Huzi, who was already half-conscious, and then gently touched the wound with a sharp thorn burning with white flames.

"laugh--"

With a soft sound, Liao Huzi let out a muffled groan.

Wisps of black smoke rose from the wound, but soon, fresh granulation tissue began to grow at a visible rate.

Guan Shihua watched all of this nervously, her hands unconsciously clenching.

She only breathed a sigh of relief when she saw Liao Huzi's breathing gradually stabilize.

Chapter 281 The World Is About to Change

"The external injury is no longer a major concern, but the damaged meridians require time to heal."

Grandma Bai withdrew her Qi ball, and the white flames went out.

"Let him rest on the island for a few days."

Guan Shihua bowed deeply in gratitude.

"Thank you so much, Great-Grandma, for saving my life."

Grandma Bai slowly walked back to her original spot and lay down, gesturing for Guan Shihua to sit down and talk as well.

Several little white fairies immediately brought over several futons woven from dry grass and served hot tea made with herbs.

"Tell me, what's going on outside?"

Grandma Bai asked, her amber eyes looking directly at Guan Shihua.

Guan Shihua held the teacup, feeling the temperature of the tea, and sorted out her thoughts.

"Liu Kunsheng suddenly launched an attack, uniting several groups to target Uncle Liao. We originally only went to mediate a minor dispute, but unexpectedly..."

She recounted the events in detail, from Liu Kunsheng's sudden change of heart, to Liao Huzi 623 being seriously injured while protecting her, and then to the turmoil in the Liaodong supernatural world after Liu Kunsheng's soul returned.

Grandma Bai listened quietly, nodding occasionally.

When Guan Shihua mentioned that some families had begun to take sides, she sighed softly.

"The situation in Liaodong is about to change."

Just then, ripples suddenly appeared on the calm lake surface, and concentric circles of ripples spread out from afar, growing faster and faster.

Grandma Bai looked up, her gaze shooting like lightning towards a certain spot on the lake.

"A visitor is coming."

She spoke, her voice now tinged with wariness.

Guan Shihua immediately stood up, placed her hand on the talisman belt at her waist, and looked warily at the lake.

Suddenly, a slender figure emerged from the center of the lake, creating a spray of water.

He was a man dressed in a dark green robe, with a delicate and handsome face and long hair that cascaded down to his waist.

He walked on water, each step freezing the surface beneath his feet, and in the blink of an eye, he arrived at the island.

"Chang Zai Tian?"

Grandma Bai recognized the person who came, and her tone was slightly surprised.

"Sister Bai, it's been so many years, you still look as beautiful as ever."

Chang Zaitian laughed, his voice like ice water dripping onto jade, crisp yet carrying a chill.

Guan Shihua's pupils contracted slightly, and she whispered.

"The Python Immortal is always in Heaven? Wasn't he already..."

"Shhh."

Grandma Bai stopped her from continuing and turned to look at Chang Zaitian.