The speed at which the [Compassion for Heaven and Man] Lord Wei Jinzhong, before its mastery, could not be reacted to, and the Time Stop after its mastery, was actually a means of substituting one's own heart for the Tianxin.
Such seemingly magical methods are based on a philosophy of retreat and tortoise-like behavior.
I did not fail; I simply let go. My character is noble.
Those who are obsessed with hatred and love are just ordinary people who need my guidance.
Small love can never compare to great love.
Even the deepest hatred for an enemy should be forgiven and pardoned.
But when Zhao Zheng's hopes were completely dashed by Amber and Die Wu.
This philosophy completely shattered his ideal of "Compassion for Heaven and Man".
His anger began to provoke divine wrath.
It wasn't just the thunderclouds gathering above the Hall of Supreme Harmony.
Even the [Heavenly Wrath] in Wei Jinzhong's hand began to tremble, responding to another master more suitable for him— Zhao Zheng, who was like a demon, having been a green-haired turtle for so long, had developed philosophy and supernatural powers, but still harbored a deep demonic nature in his heart.
Meanwhile, [Zhanlu] also began to echo Wei Jinzhong.
Compared to [Tiannu], [Zhanlu] is an extremely famous sword.
It is regarded as the embodiment of "benevolence," and its successive owners, Xue Rengui and Yue Fei, also proved this point.
The Zhanlu sword is indeed a sword of benevolence.
But it is also a king's sword.
It was forged by Ouye Zi, the most famous swordsmith of the Spring and Autumn Period, and was made for King Goujian of Yue.
After the defeat, Zhanlu changed hands to King Fuchai of Wu.
However, King Fuchai was wicked.
The Zhanlu sword left on its own and flew to the side of the famous King of Chu.
Because it is not just a sword, but also an eye, an eye left by Ouye Zi to scrutinize kings and feudal lords.
The current subject is filled with rage and wants to avenge the king he believes in.
This alarmed the famous general Bai Qi's "Heavenly Wrath".
The king who seized the throne with a sword repented and vowed to implement benevolent governance.
Therefore, the wise ruler King of Chu's Zhanlu was destined to fly into his hands.
Ba Jue's figure put down [Heavenly Wrath] and took [Zhanlu] into his hand.
The fallen saint let Zhanlu fly away and raised the Wrath of Heaven.
[Heaven's Wrath Heart Method] Reversal, turning evil into righteousness.
[Yi Jin Scripture Divine Skill] Reversing the flow, from saint to demon.
"Very good."
"I see."
"The Benevolent Sword is actually the Demonic Sword."
"The Overlord Sword is in fact the sword of the kingly way."
"The monarch with a disabled body chooses to let go and forgive himself."
"A minister who seemed to have given up everything chose to seek revenge for the monarch he had never given up on."
Amber and Die Wu did not stop the two's actions; their transformation of their powers was originally intended for hunting [swords].
"Shut up! All of you shut up!"
Zhao Zheng raised the [Heavenly Wrath] high, drawing upon the wrath of the heavens.
The dome of this sacred palace, which determined the fate of a nation, was overturned.
Lightning struck, flowing along the sword and across his body.
Those who practice the [Heaven's Wrath Heart Method] can only become servants of [Heavenly Wrath].
But now, his reversed use of the Yi Jin Scripture Divine Skill, along with the pure demonic energy that had turned Buddha into demon, has made him the Sword Master.
"You... you will all die!"
"Even I am one of them?" Wei Jinzhong, who seemed like a different person and even had a touch of scholarly elegance, raised an eyebrow. "Making enemies indiscriminately is not a wise move."
"You lowly eunuchs dare to call yourselves 'I'! Only the legitimate rulers of the Ming Dynasty can be called emperors!" Zhao Zheng's black and white hair danced wildly in the air, his expression ferocious like Beast. "You traitors will all die, all of you will die!"
Amidst the lightning, he wielded [Heavenly Wrath].
The main hall was cut apart as the sword moved.
"It's not time yet."
"Your death."
Amber and Die Wu simply leaped gracefully backward, narrowly avoiding the raging winds and heatwaves stirred up by the sword and lightning.
This jump not only freed them from the main hall, but also completely removed them from the battlefield.
They are still here.
But the two of them seemed to have forgotten about them.
It was as if their presence vanished with that jump.
Wei Jinzhong, sitting high on the dragon throne, did not flinch.
Golden energy emanated from the sword and his body, isolating him from everything outside.
It made him seem like a god descended from the heavens.
In the firelight, Wei Jinzhong got up.
"Zhao Zheng, you have destroyed my palace. Do you know how much silver it will cost and how many laborers and craftsmen it will take to rebuild it?"
[Zhanlu] is drawn from its sheath.
I cannot forgive you.
"Forgiveness is what superiors say to inferiors." Amidst the lightning and rolling leaden clouds, Zhao Zheng stood tall with his sword in hand, glancing sideways at the person behind him. "Eunuch, you are a traitor, while I am the Commander of the Imperial Guards."
"Should eunuchs be discriminated against?" These words were followed by a powerful and heavy sword strike from Wei Jinzhong.
A sword should be light and agile, and a sword like Zhanlu, with its narrow and short blade, should be even more so.
But in Wei Jinzhong's hands, it rose into the air with him, hovering in mid-air, and suddenly struck down like lightning.
It was as if he were wielding a giant axe.
"Yes." Zhao Zheng did not dodge. He wielded the rough-looking [Heavenly Wrath] sword in a beautiful and light flourish, and then lightly handed the heavy door panel sword upwards.
Rumble!
A powerful shockwave emanated from the point where the two swords clashed.
The thick beams, which even dozens of strongmen could not cut down with their axes, snapped in two.
Zhao Zheng's legs sank in, and the fine black gold bricks from Suzhou in the Hall of Supreme Harmony turned to dust.
"Ah--"
His face, thick with demonic energy, shifted, and he raised his sword-wielding hand.
Wei Jinzhong, who was attacking from mid-air, flew upwards along with his sword.
It disappeared into the thunderclouds in the sky.
There was absolutely no further movement.
The thunder continued to rumble, but Wei Jinzhong's figure never fell from the sky again.
It was as if he were a deity reincarnated, capable of riding the clouds and mist.
"It's almost done."
"But it's only almost there."
Amber and Die Wu remained unmoved; to them, this horrifying scene was less horrifying than the shouts of a peddler selling candied hawthorns in a bustling market.
"Where is it? Where is it? Where is it!"
Zhao Zheng, however, was different.
"You eunuch, get out here!"
[Heavenly Wrath] seemed to expand tenfold, a hundredfold, in his hands.
The terrifying sword energy and lightning sculpted an even larger [Heavenly Wrath].
It pierced the clouds, stirring with the movements of Zhao Zheng's sword-wielding hand.
Wei Jinzhong naturally cannot fly or ride the clouds.
He simply hung upside down on the broken walls like a gecko, slowly brewing a world-shaking sword strike in his mind.
It is easy for a Buddha to fall into the clutches of demons.
But someone like him, who rose from demon to saint, cannot ascend to heaven in one step.
His preparation was not the accumulation of true energy.
Instead, it's a dialogue between the newly born Sword Heart and [Zhanlu].
As a monarch, how should he govern with benevolence?
What regrets does he have about his shameful past?
The giant sword ripped through the thunderclouds, and sunlight shone back upon the Dadi.
The blood fell on Wei Jinzhong's face, which was covered in blood but exuded a clear and bright aura.
"I've found the answer."
Amidst the ruins, Zhao Zheng's ears twitched.
"There it is!"
He leaped and stabbed towards the source of the sound.
Stirring up the thunderclouds did not exhaust him; instead, the rage in his heart and the lightning he absorbed brought him even closer.
The giant sword, hundreds of meters tall, suddenly disappeared.
It transformed into a thin layer of black light covering the surface of [Heaven's Wrath], a layer of black that even absorbed sunlight.
His anger, his breakdown, and his determination to destroy everything were all hidden within.
Wei Jinzhong also swung his sword, still from top to bottom.
This time, however, his body and the sword no longer emitted a golden glow.
He was like a man who didn't know how to use a sword but fell from a great height with one, just wildly waving his sword-wielding arm.
The two swords are about to meet.
But then Amber and Die Wu exchanged a smile.
"It's time."
"Right now."
The wind stopped.
The two wielders of [Tiannu] and [Zhanlu], who were about to clash, stopped in mid-air.
Their thoughts also stopped.
They realized that what was happening would only cause their hard-won "Sword Heart" to crumble.
Amber and Die Wu Dance raised their legs, their stunningly beautiful legs, enough to attract the attention of any man, and their delicate, jade-like feet with a hint of pink, stepping into the air.
In this still world, stepping on invisible stairs and guided by the porcelain sword, they walked step by step to the front of [Tiannu] and [Zhanlu].
Zhao Zheng and Wei Jinzhong still only had eyes for each other.
The sword slashed.
The static world shattered.
[Heavenly Wrath] and [Zhanlu] were also shattered.
Zhao Zheng and Wei Jinzhong finally noticed the two silver figures out of the corner of their eyes.
Lost memories return.
Zhao Zheng a transference of hatred.
Wei Jinzhong represents the monarch's fear of things that are no longer under his control.
But it was all too late.
They lost their swords.
It's not just [Heavenly Wrath] and [Zhanlu], but also the swords in their hearts.
Even with their terrifying internal energy still intact, the two twisted their bodies in mid-air and skillfully dodged the collision at the last moment, landing gracefully.
Zhao Zheng's hatred and Wei Jinzhong's ambition to become king have become rootless.
"Who are you?" Zhao Zheng, who was standing just a finger away, must have found it hard to believe that he would speak so kindly to the villains who had killed the monarch he had sworn to protect.
"It's meaningless, everything is meaningless." Wei Jinzhong lowered his head and eyes, as if he had entered a Buddhist monastery and truly let go of worldly affairs.
"My name is Amber, and her name is Die Wu."
"Goodbye."
The two had no reason to stay any longer.
In this world without swords.
——
"It is still an unfinished sword."
"It's still the sword of the embryo."
On the road marked with tire tracks, two silver figures appeared in the wind.
"Wow, what a sword! What a divine sword, born of nature, and two Sword Slave."
The speaker, with a mustache and a rat-like beard, glided toward the two men, his feet resting on a sword.
"I am Jian Tan. I am only one Jian Tan away from the realm of Flying Immortal."
Heavenly Sword, Demonic Sword, Flying Immortal are the three realms of swordsmanship in this world.
The Heavenly Sword Realm has only been achieved by the martial arts legend, Nameless.
Only the Sword Saint has a chance to reach the ultimate realm of the Demonic Sword.
The fastest Flying Immortal, who draws the sword with his mind rather than his hand, is a legend among legends.
This person, however, claimed that he had already attained Flying Immortal.
He was none other than the Jian Tan, a man in the martial arts world who was obsessed with swords. His greed for swords was far more well-known than his superb Sword Eye, which allowed him to see into the Sword Heart of others' swords.
"Mediocre talent."
"Fool."
Amber and Die Wu were not locals and did not know about the so-called three realms, nor did they know who Jian Tan was.
But as Sword Slave of the "Hongyan" class, they are the most skilled swordsmen.
"The realm of swordsmanship is created by the heart."
"Instead of being bound by the sword."
"I don't," Jian Tan their words, even suppressing his instinctive fear, and was about to reach out to [Hongyan].
But
The resounding sword cry that echoed throughout the world caused him to stumble and fall backward.
What is that?
It was a gigantic golden Buddha that blotted out the sun all day long, visible from any corner of the world.
The moment Jian Tan's doubts arose, the name of the Golden Buddha appeared in his mind—[Great Sun Tathagata]!
The legendary gods and Buddhas actually exist!
And what's even more horrifying is...
A sword is stuck between the eyebrows of the golden Buddha.
Jian Tan had already memorized the sword in his heart; it was the very sword he had just reached for.
But strangely, only Jian Tan discovered the existence of the sword.
Not only ordinary people, but also great figures in the history of martial arts such as Xiongba, Wu Ming, Wu Wudi, as well as figures like Di Shitian and Xiao Sanshao, whose skills had been around for thousands of years and were like gods and demons, were unaware of it.
Like
Only he could see the two people not far away.
"Evil Buddha".
"They actually attacked their master."
"Madness."
"Arrogant."
The porcelain swords were back in their hands.
The golden Buddha that had blocked out the sky also disappeared.
Only he knew that the Great Sun Tathagata was dead.
"If gods and Buddhas truly exist, then there must also be sword immortals. I, Ao Tian, will definitely become a legendary sword immortal in the future!"
The young master of the Baijian Villa, Ao Tian, the disciple of his senior brother Sword Demon, was talking non-stop.
But he didn't seem to see the two girls at all.
A man of Ao Tian's age would be completely captivated by two stunningly beautiful young women.
"Hmm, I believe you." Jian Tan said, even though he himself didn't believe it, his eyes kept shifting between Amber and Die Wu.
Now, no matter who asks him any question, he will say yes.
Ao Tian mistakenly believed that it was his determination, which showed no fear even of gods and Buddhas, that had intimidated Jian Tan.
"You're smart to know what's good for you."
"Our Baijian Villa has spent a hundred years forging a fine sword, and now this sword is about to be born."
"You are lucky, you will have the opportunity to get him."
"As long as you can defeat the other visitors."
"Mhm." Jian Tan nodded.
"Hmph, coward." Ao Tian sneered, "So what if gods and Buddhas really exist?"
"Unlike you, their existence is merely an inspiration to me."
Both Amber and Die Wu were starting to lose their composure.
"We need to change our tune."
"You are not mediocre."
"You are excellent."
"Better than him."
Jian Tan no time to be happy, "So, do you two still possess this divine sword?"
Amber and Die Wu exchanged a glance.
"Sword Slave".
"Master's Sword Slave."
"He is the greatest sword."
"The strongest sword."
"Gentlemen," Jian Tan wiped away cold sweat, "Before you die, can't you be more specific?"
Die Wu and Amber shook their heads.
"We won't kill you."
"You are one of the essential factors for the growth of that Sword Embryo."
"You are greedy."
"Your Sword Heart is necessary."
"Greed, Anger, Ignorance, and ignorance!" Jian Tan instantly realized. "The Baijian Villa invited us because that sword needs a swordsman with the Three Sword Heart to use it as Sword Festival!"
"Your target is the sword from the Baijian Villa!"
He, who had initially been indifferent to it, suddenly became interested.
Even the Sword Slave of this divine sword will have his eye on it.
That must be an incredibly powerful Demonic Sword!
"Hehehe, it must be mine, Jian Tan Master! It's mine!"