Each of the nine dragon maidens possesses extraordinary abilities.

"Whatever you wish to do, do it boldly. My legacy is entrusted to you. May the light of humanity forever shine in the darkness, and may the will of the Holy Emperor protect humanity forever!"

She bowed, and Lu Yueyuan could see it clearly. In countless simulations of the future, before Arrogance was killed by him, she would always bow like this.

Lu Yueyuan asked the Holy Emperor in his mind, "Should we talk to her? She's about to sacrifice herself for us."

The Holy Emperor said, "Don't joke around, she's already dead."

Lu Yueyuan asked, "Even so, aren't we going to talk?"

This time, the Holy Emperor remained silent for a long time before finally saying, "Oh well, let it go. I'm not a god who likes to reminisce."

Lu Yueyuan nodded: "Alright, then I'll use her as a bomb. You don't need to say goodbye properly now, just make sure you don't drop Little Pearl later."

"Who the hell would do that?!"

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When a person is killed, they die; it's a very simple truth.

But the situation before him was beyond the man's expectations. He silently stared at Qing Zai Shan's corpse, the blood that had been flowing out gradually turning into black ink.

Her skin peeled away layer by layer, turning into some kind of indescribable monster. The next second, the monster seemed to remember something, roared, and pounced on the man.

The man suddenly erupted, his spear piercing the monster's body once more, while simultaneously drawing his dagger and severing the monster's head.

Ink gushed out, and Qing Zaishan's body collapsed completely, but the man felt no joy in killing someone; he only felt that he had angered a monster.

The rich aroma of books contains the power of authority.

Even deities like the Celestial Venerable have things they don't know. Qing Zaishan's powers are truly mysterious, and the protectors of the Zaishan lineage throughout the ages rarely use them.

But regardless, at least in the man's power judgment, he won, and therefore, the constructed space is being dissolved.

He returned to the ley lines.

From the perspective of Jealousy and the Hermit, a crimson light suddenly filled the tunnel, and the man appeared like a god, along with the crimson light.

The next moment, layer upon layer of formations bound him. The man looked up slightly and saw the reclusive hermit standing not far away, as well as the jealousy that controlled the mechanical creations. The spiritual energy became viscous under the influence of the formation, and his figure became slow and stiff.

Are they really going to ambush him here? But it's no use. There's a gap between being one with the Tao and the self, not to mention, he's an agent protected by the gods.

With a gentle tap, the man shattered the array layer by layer. The reclusive hermit followed up immediately, unleashing a barrage of spells and magical artifacts. Qingzhou Wenli immediately countered, but the man seemed to know her move well, quickly dodging and escaping the spell's range.

Suddenly, the man smelled a certain fragrance of books again, as if Qing Zai Shan's power was activating nearby. Only now did he realize something strange. The beings in the Heavenly Venerable's Blood Sea seemed to be suppressed, and Qing Zai Shan was still alive. Her power was constantly activated. How could such a thing exist in the world? No wonder he hadn't seen Qing Zai Shan's maid. And who was the one he had just imprisoned for a decisive battle?

The recluse and Jealousy suddenly stopped fighting, retreating into the darkness and staring at him like venomous snakes.

The man suddenly felt a sense of terror. At that moment, he felt as if he had returned to that oppressive house from years ago, where he could only see the sunlit world outside through the crack in the door.

The scent of books suddenly intensified, right behind him! The man turned around abruptly and saw Lu Yueyuan charging towards him with a blade in hand.

A buzzing sound rang out, and golden light flashed. The man recognized him; he was just a piece of trash from the sect leader's lineage. But why did this piece of trash have such a complex aura of power, including Qing Zai Shan's? What was his relationship with Qing Zai Shan?

The man condensed his blood energy into a battle axe, which clashed with Lu Yueyuan's blade.

Fear gripped the man's heart. In that instant, he realized that Lu Yueyuan, like him, was an agent, and moreover, an agent of the forbidden god of the Jiuyi Sect. He felt the Heavenly Venerable tremble, and blessings shone upon him, but golden light also emanated from Lu Yueyuan, who was also receiving blessings from the forbidden god.

Lu Yueyuan extended his right hand, and the man was forced to retreat, falling to the ground in an instant. Then Lu Yueyuan flung out the blade in his left hand. As if the frame had been cut, the man couldn't see the trajectory of the blade at all. He could only see it suddenly move forward, appearing in front of him and piercing through his body in an instant.

The recluse and the jealousy were both stunned. Lu Yueyuan's actions were smooth and fluid, like flowing water.

Blood gushed from the man's body. The moment he was stabbed, he stopped resisting, instead desperately spreading his arms and collapsing to the ground. The entire earth lay beneath him; he was like Jesus nailed to the cross, offering everything to the Lord in his heart.

It was as if the gods had merged with him, and he was the Heavenly Venerable who sacrificed everything with blood.

In an instant, their blood boiled, the scarlet moon hung high, the bloody wind blew through the tunnel, and the blood flowing through their muscles roared. The Hermit and Jealousy were completely powerless to resist. When they came to their senses, they found themselves sitting in the audience.

The man once again exercised the power of the Celestial Venerable.

The sky was blood-red and gloomy, the metallic taste churning in his throat, the floor tiles stained by blood sacrifice... The man coughed as he got up from the ground and slowly pulled out the blade that had pierced his body.

He slowly straightened up. Lu Yueyuan stood opposite him. "Good, very good. We just dealt with a fake Qing Zaishan, and now this one has arrived." The man chuckled hoarsely. "What does it matter? Regardless of why this guy became the representative of a forbidden god, or why he possesses Qing Zaishan's aura of power, as long as we kill him here, isn't that enough?"

This is different now. He has used his true power and is determined to determine a winner no matter what. He chuckled softly, so he didn't see Lu Yueyuan's calm eyes, which were the darkest abyss, filled with churning killing intent.

The man's injuries had almost healed, and he coughed, indicating that he could speak again.

What follows is a fierce battle. The Celestial Venerable has just given him an order, instructing him and Lu Yueyuan to determine a victor. They will put on a spectacular showdown until one side submits to the other.

Chapter 91: Unable to Get It, Unable to Quit It, Unable to Forget It (1 words)

The man's name was Yan Qianjie, and he was the agent of the Heavenly Venerable of Killing to Attain Dao.

The Celestial Venerable's power exists solely through the means of proving the Dao through killing. Killing is the method, the purpose being the subsequent attainment of the Dao. It is said that when Heaven unleashes its killing intent, stars shift and constellations change; when Earth unleashes its killing intent, dragons and snakes rise from the land; when humanity unleashes its killing intent, Heaven and Earth are overturned. The Celestial Venerable enters the Dao through killing, claiming to kill for the sake of the Heavenly Dao, saying: "If the old order is not killed, the new order will not be born. If the old bones are not broken, the new bones will not stand. If I do not sever the old, the true will not be revealed."

Heaven kills according to the time, earth kills according to the power, and man kills according to his heart. When these three killings occur simultaneously, all things return to their pure state.

Therefore, killing is not a sin, but a return to truth. Attaining enlightenment is not a delusion, but a accord with Heaven.

As the Heavenly Venerable's representative, Yan Qianjie perfectly followed the Heavenly Venerable's ideals.

His power is to pull opponents into this space, where the Heavenly Venerable bestows blessings equally, and the spiritual energy is only enough for the most basic protection.

Heaven used calamities to kill all cultivators, and Yan Qianjie was no exception. This name was originally given to him by the Heavenly Venerable.

He killed many people here, the strong and the weak... He witnessed every hideous face, and he used all kinds of weapons to take many lives.

The only person who left him was Ji Chengshuo. That guy was really too arrogant. He was like that back in the Jiuyi Sect. As a guardian of the meridians, he didn't listen to the commands of the Four Gods at all and treated the divine decree as nothing. Yan Qianjie couldn't tolerate this. He challenged Ji Chengshuo to a duel. He really came with the intention of killing her.

But how could there be such a person? Yan Qianjie knew about the power of the Cheng lineage, but how could Ji Chengshuo have manipulated it like that? The two stood on the killing platform, but at that moment, she seemed to be the one acting on behalf of the Heavenly Venerable. There was no fear, no terror. The blood only made her more courageous in battle, and the increasing number of wounds made her stronger. Her eyes were calm and unwavering. In those eyes, Yan Qianjie could only see his own reflection.

She acted as if she were a god, exuding arrogance. It was like a kindergarten child yelling that they wanted to kill a strong man. If you were the strong man, would you take the child seriously?

Killing for Heaven? Don't be ridiculous. Who do you think you are to represent Heaven?

The weapons were shattered, yet the Heavenly Venerable's blessings seemed to extend even further to Ji Chengshuo. Yan Qianjie activated the highest difficulty killing arena; at this level, neither side would die, only one side would be driven to the brink of collapse and actively seek death. However, at this moment, Yan Qianjie began to feel fear. He had been killed by Ji Chengshuo over a thousand times, and his Dao heart was on the verge of shattering.

The blood on the other man's fist had congealed and turned dark red. Ji Cheng said he didn't use weapons, but relied on his fists to drive him step by step to death. The cruelest time was when Ji Cheng pressed him to the ground, and the fist pressed down on his face, grinding him into a pulp.

Ji Cheng said it was impossible for him to be killed.

The Celestial Venerable's spatial ability could no longer contain Ji Chengshuo's ever-increasing strength. Every time she entered battle, her stats doubled, growing ever more and more until it became utterly despairing. Towards the end, Ji Chengshuo's speed in killing Yan Qianjie accelerated; he had barely revived when he was instantly killed by a single punch from his opponent.

Lingering on the edge of life and death, Yan Qianjie could no longer restrain himself. He unleashed the ultimate power, and the phantom of the Celestial Venerable descended from the sky, attempting to merge with him. Ji Cheng coldly watched him, then suddenly appeared before him, his hand transforming into a dragon claw that gripped his skull.

With a silent exertion of force, the skull shattered with a cracking sound.

Ji Cheng said that the two beautiful yet bloody hands had completely changed shape; they were now a pair of dragon claws. Yan Qianjie struggled frantically, and the terrifying power of both sides erupted simultaneously. The blood-red blade pierced Ji Cheng's abdomen, twisting her intestines into a tangled mess. But Ji Cheng was not to be trifled with either. She crushed Yan Qianjie's skull and simultaneously pulverized the illusory image of the soon-to-be-born Heavenly Venerable.

The Celestial Venerable was carrying out her will to kill, but Ji Cheng said that she had denied this will and that no one could kill her.

At this moment, even the Celestial Venerable himself was alarmed. He cast his gaze down, admiring Ji Cheng's bravery. He personally intervened, halting the duel, and sincerely invited Ji Cheng to enter His world after the grand plan was completed. For this, the Celestial Venerable promised a considerable sum.

The bloody killing space that had been filled with the smell of blood dissipated, and Yan Qianjie regained consciousness. In the real world, he was unharmed, and Ji Cheng was standing right in front of him. Her figure was surrounded by the surrounding mist, making her look like a god.

I don't know how her talk with the Celestial Venerable went. Yan Qianjie got up and saw Ji Cheng give her a cold glance without making a sound.

She walked over step by step, and finally brushed past Yan Qianjie. He trembled all over, but in the end, he didn't call out to her.

What else could he do? The Celestial Venerable had already entered the fray, so there was no point in fighting her again. That person was impossible to kill; her power was terrifyingly strong.

Even if they were dragged into the killing arena, they would only be unilaterally ravaged by her.

Yan Qianjie could accept Ji Cheng's attitude, but how could he accept Lu Yueyuan's attitude? When he raised his head again, ready to say something, he saw the same eyes that Lu Yueyuan had back then as Ji Cheng had.

Those eyes were like an abyss.

The stench of blood filled the air, and a mist of blood rose, preparing for the battle to begin.

The illusory image of the Celestial Venerable lingered in the sky. Ah, another duel has begun. This time it is different from the past. The sealed god has also chosen a proxy.

A life-or-death duel between two agents.

Only the most difficult killings could be worthy of this battle. Crimson light rose into the sky, enveloping the killing platform. The Heavenly Venerable bestowed blessings equally, allowing unlimited resurrections on the killing platform until one's Dao heart shattered and they completely surrendered.

Lu Yueyuan, like Ji Cheng, showed no fear; he simply looked calmly at Yan Qianjie.

Yan Qianjie pulled out the blade from his body and threw it back to Lu Yueyuan.

What followed was a desperate battle; neither side could back down for the sake of the gods behind them.

“Go pick out a weapon from the weapon rack behind you,” Yan Qianjie said. “I never imagined you could get into my killing arena. In my eyes, you are not worthy.”

Yes, Lu Yueyuan was the most lazy and irresponsible member of the sect leader's lineage; no one else could have gotten to him. The sect leader's lineage also had many exceptionally talented individuals. In Lu Yueyuan's generation, his senior brothers and sisters, and even his junior brothers and sisters, were all geniuses far surpassing him. It's just a pity that all those geniuses died. Yan Qianjie was there when they died; it turns out the screams of geniuses are no different from those of ordinary people.

“I’ll use my own.” Lu Yueyuan brandished the blade in his hand, the sound of it cutting through the air echoing. “After all, I just used my powers and didn’t get to personally experience the thrill of killing you.”

Yan Qianjie smiled, turned around and took a similar blade from the weapon rack behind him. He stood still again, and the penetrating wound on his body had been healed by the kiss of blood energy.

“I can sense your hatred for me. That’s quite something. You’ve unknowingly become His proxy, even daring to draw your sword against me,” Yan Qianjie said, tilting his head. “I’m curious, how much do you know?”

“More than you think.” Lu Yueyuan raised his knife.

Yan Qianjie followed suit, raising his own hand: "How long can courage fueled by hatred last?"

“It’s taking longer than you think,” Lu Yueyuan said.

Thus, the battle erupted. Blades, spitting blood and emitting piercing cries, fought with hatred so intense it would make even a celestial being scream. The two clashed and intertwined at explosive speed, their blades instantly stained with blood, large chunks of flesh flying everywhere.

The protective aura was only a thin layer; most of the time, both sides relied on skill and instinct to fight, but Lu Yueyuan's skill was clearly far superior to Yan Qianjie's. He relentlessly slashed and pierced Yan Qianjie's body, each time finishing a kill, he would hold the knife horizontally across his arm and lightly wipe it away, large chunks of flesh falling off. Yan Qianjie was repeatedly killed and resurrected, but Lu Yueyuan never stopped. He couldn't quite distinguish between simulation and reality. Long ago, he seemed to have truly been a coward, but now that coward had transformed into an abyss roaring at the gods. No longer afraid of pain, nor escaping the killing, the blade repeatedly sliced ​​through flesh, questioning cause and effect.

I am the last person from the sect leader's lineage who should have survived. Now it's my turn to hear your screams.

The two sides had already fought for more than thirty rounds when the Celestial Venerable bestowed his first blessing. Yan Qianjie died eighty times, and Lu Yueyuan died five times. Both sides received different blessings: Yan Qianjie's spiritual energy protection increased, and his speed and physical strength were enhanced, while Lu Yueyuan received the effect of energy restoration.

"Hey, this is totally unfair!" Jealousy shouted angrily at the phantom in the sky from his seat in the stands.

“This is already fair. In principle, gods should protect their own agents,” the hermit said from the side. “It is only because the nature of the Heavenly Venerable is special that His agent’s power manifests in this one-on-one battle.”

Even a reclusive hermit, who had reached the state of oneness with the Dao, couldn't help but feel his eyelids twitch at the sight of such a battle. The power of the Heavenly Venerable's proxy had a very high priority, and on the killing stage, Lu Yueyuan couldn't use his power at all; he was truly killing with skill and physical strength.

"So this is his personality? I never would have guessed." The recluse felt a chill run down his spine. "He actually harbors such hatred for the Celestial Venerable."

"No matter what, I believe he will win. Come on, take him down!!" Jealousy cheered loudly for Lu Yueyuan. She was not afraid of the Heavenly Venerable's space at all, nor did she care about her own situation. She just kept shouting encouragement.

“Aren’t you afraid? If his Dao heart is shattered and he is killed and admits defeat, we will be next,” said the reclusive hermit.

"Oh, so we have to go on stage too?"

"Isn't that obvious? The reason why the Celestial Venerable's proxy used this power was to eliminate us one by one. It's just that Lu Yueyuan is too special. He has that forbidden god behind him. Killing him alone is not enough. We must shatter his Dao heart. That's why he used the highest level of killing ritual."

“That’s alright, I believe in my executor, he’ll definitely win!” Jealousy spoke with such certainty that the Hermit looked at her speechlessly. Indeed, judging from the intensity of the battle, Lu Yueyuan’s skills were clearly superior, but this was the executor of the Heavenly Venerable’s home turf, and even the Hermit didn’t have that kind of confidence.

"It would be best if he could win." The reclusive hermit tried to mobilize the spiritual energy suppressed within his body to break through the killing space.

But in the end she failed. The space here operates according to certain rules and has a very high priority. Even Lu Yueyuan's powers could not be exerted, let alone her spiritual energy.

"This is troublesome. Is it really the only thing we can do to hope that guy wins?" The Hermit was a bit of a headache.

Jealousy remained confident: "He's sure to win."

"You have so much confidence in him?"

"Yes, Arrogance said that the Holy Emperor is the strongest god, and since you, sir, can become the Holy Emperor's representative, you must also be the most powerful."

"Do you know the meaning of 'most powerful'?" asked the recluse.

“Don’t treat me like a fool. I know very well that there is no such thing as the most powerful in the world,” said Jealousy. “Gods can die, and so can the agents protected by gods. They may be more fragile than you think. A little setback or a demon in their heart might defeat them. I understand that, but in my heart, the Agent is still the most powerful.”

"To entrust one's life to someone else and stubbornly believe that he is more capable is simply unreasonable," the reclusive hermit said with a helpless smile.

"Who's trying to reason with you... I'm not a reasonable person anyway," Jealousy muttered, then waved her arms vigorously to cheer Lu Yueyuan on, as if that would allow her to fight alongside him.

"This is truly a pleasant surprise... I never expected you to push me to this point. At this moment, even I have to admire your courage." Yan Qianjie curled up, blood gushing from the wound on his abdomen. At this moment, only the blessing of the Heavenly Venerable could bring him a sense of security. His death count had risen to 548, while Lu Yueyuan had also reached a certain limit, having died 132 times.

"I remember the scene of killing your entire lineage, your senior brothers and sisters, your junior brothers and sisters... It was quite a sight. Their comprehension was all higher than yours, right? But none of them were as strong as you. Your eldest senior brother, second senior sister, and third senior brother went to fight the other three Chosen Ones, while I was responsible for cleaning up the rest... Heh, it was just like now back then. The first one to appear was your fourth senior sister, and she's standing right where you are now. Your junior brothers and sisters, like those two, just sat there watching." Yan Qianjie said breathlessly, a grin spreading across his face from the carnage. "Very brave, wasn't it? Standing here to protect your junior brothers and sisters." "She was truly formidable, with exceptional comprehension. It's a pity that someone so powerful lacked the will to fight. She died ten times, then began to break down in agony; before twenty, she was begging for mercy. I even prepared the highest level of martial arts for her, but she simply couldn't withstand it." Yan Qianjie raised his hand, pointing it at Lu Yueyuan's position. "Yes, that's right, not only are the positions the same, but your angles are also the same. But alas, she still broke down. The Heavenly Venerable's killing space tests not only the body but also the soul. So she knelt down and begged for mercy, even kowtowing to me. Hehehehe... She admitted defeat, so she truly lost. The Heavenly Venerable will no longer bestow blessings upon her; I'll cut off her head."

“Her head is still one of the best in my collection. Would you like to see it?” Yan Qianjie shifted his body, staring intently at Lu Yueyuan like a venomous snake, waiting for the other party to reveal a weakness.

But Lu Yueyuan didn't react. He showed no excitement or anger, just calmly watching him. Instead, Yan Qianjie revealed a weakness, which Lu Yueyuan seized upon. Once again, the blade sliced ​​through flesh, breaking his ribs. Blood sprayed onto Lu Yueyuan's face, trickling down his cheeks. In truth, he wasn't as strong as he seemed. In the simulated future, during his first entry into the killing space, he was nearly driven to a mental breakdown and cried for his father. His arm had just been severed by Yan Qianjie, and the pain caused the system to re-simulate. He was actually quite timid and afraid of pain. After the village annihilation incident, he was like a different person, no longer the fearless mountain king. His fourth senior sister even teased him for this, saying his personality was like a little girl's.

Hey, little girl, what's wrong? Everyone in the village is dead, only he and Ming Huaiwei survived. He has to cherish his life.

However, ever since the simulation of the future began, he hadn't valued his life much. The first time Yan Qianjie dragged him here, the physical pain was secondary; the main problem was how fragile his soul was, to the point of being crushed by the aura of a Celestial Venerable. He truly admired his Fourth Senior Sister; she could withstand such terror and fight Yan Qianjie to the death. She was incredibly powerful. If it had been Lu Yueyuan here at that time, he would have surrendered before even dying.

Fourth Senior Sister was incredibly kind to all the younger generation. She often said, "Because my senior brothers and sisters spoiled me, now that I'm a senior sister, of course I have to spoil you all too." Lu Yueyuan was habitually lazy and refused to cultivate. Whenever the eldest senior brother wanted to punish him, Fourth Senior Sister always protected him. But Fourth Senior Sister also had a fierce side. When he and Su Zhaoran went out to play, Fourth Senior Sister would wait for him in his room at night. As soon as he returned, she would give him a thorough dressing-down, even to an elder like Su Zhaoran. She even scolded their master. When their master took him to Lan Yue Tower, Fourth Senior Sister, upon finding out, chased after their master and berated him, calling him a disrespectful elder. This fierce person had a gentle name: Shi Wanqing. She told Lu Yueyuan that her mother was a famous talented woman in Zhongzhou, and like her mother, she was very good at writing poetry as a child. She just hadn't expected to have such high aptitude for cultivation, which led her to become a cultivator.

When Lu Yueyuan was first brought back by his grandmaster, the first person he met was his fourth senior sister. She said that she would be his senior sister from now on and that she would always protect him. She would also deal with the fleeing demonic sect members.

She kept her word. Later, after descending the mountain to gain experience, she made a special trip to Youzhou, just to avenge her junior brother.

Such a good person, actually killed by Yan Qianjie. When Lu Yueyuan simulated the first time Yan Qianjie told him these things, he almost went crazy. He said it was impossible, how could Fourth Senior Sister beg for mercy? It was more like he was begging for mercy. So Yan Qianjie showed him the footage he had specially recorded at the time. He saw it very clearly: Fourth Senior Sister really knelt down and begged for mercy. She really admitted defeat. She said she was scared and couldn't hold on any longer. Then, before the footage was finished, Lu Yueyuan's soul collapsed. It turned out that Yan Qianjie was waiting for his soul to collapse. The system was so scared that it quickly rewound. That time was really dangerous. Lu Yueyuan almost died here.