I Am Heaven's Will, I Am Heavenly Punishment!

Qin Wudao suddenly turned around.

Then, another Qin Xuanji appeared, standing several dozen feet away.

He held an ancient, jet-black longsword that seemed to absorb all light. His aura was ethereal and unpredictable, completely different from before. His gaze was sharp as a knife, and his expression was more serious than ever before.

"Actually, I have envisioned making enemies of everyone and devised a plan that guarantees victory," Qin Xuanji said slowly, his voice clearly reaching Qin Wudao's ears.

"The others are alright."

He paused, his gaze fixed intently on Qin Wudao:

"But you, Eldest Brother, are different."

"You're too strong."

Qin Wudao frowned slightly, suddenly realizing something.

He glanced at it out of the corner of his eye.

About three zhang to his left, another figure, "Qin Xuanji," appeared, holding a compass and setting up an array.

He suddenly turned his head to look to his right.

Five zhang to the right, a figure named "Qin Xuanji" stood there, holding a talisman.

Look up again.

Behind the rocks in the air, even at the edge of his own shadow... countless figures of "Qin Xuanji" appeared silently in every corner of his field of vision, like bubbles rising from the bottom of the water!

They might wield a sword, Hand Seals, set up formations, or manipulate puppets.

Their movements were different, and their expressions varied.

It's not a clone; there's a version of him everywhere you look!

It seems... to be everywhere!

The voice of the one who initially held the sword Qin Xuanji, continued to ring out, echoing and layering, like a reverberation of heaven and earth.

"I spent a very long time figuring out... before I finally figured out the only possible way to defeat you."

As those words fell...

Suddenly, array patterns lit up the ground, golden runes appeared in the sky, battle puppets emerged from the surrounding void, invisible magic began to flow, ancient heroic spirits were summoned from the past, the realm constructed by wills quietly unfolded, and lost lineages transformed into shackles that hung down—

Numerous methods were simultaneously employed, forming a vast and inescapable network from every direction and dimension.

"That method is: use every means possible."

"Formations, talismans, puppets, spellcasting, spirit summoning, mental realm, Dao inheritance..."

Countless Qin Xuanji simultaneously raised the objects in their hands or made hand Method Formula, their icy gazes focused on the Dao Ji Sword that was still stuck in the ground.

"Eldest Brother, I'll only say it once—"

"Pick up the sword."

Looking at the inescapable trap laid out for him, Qin Wudao remained silent for a few moments.

Then, a domineering, arrogant look slowly appeared on his lips.

"With these things... you think you can make me draw my sword?!"

The moment the words fell, a strange rhythm resounded in this heavily sealed-off world:

"The Heaven and Earth Law: Calamity and Fortune Upon Me."

Rumble--!!!

That terrifying Dharma Manifestation, with its blurred face and endless dark purple World Destroying Tribulation Lightning, once again crashed down from behind him!

The Heaven and Earth Law are merely a medium; what matters is what follows.

"My Natal Dharma: I Am Heaven's Will!"

[I Am Heaven's Will]: Can manifest the Eye of the Great Dao and unleash Thunder Tribulation. If used under the Heaven and Earth Law state, it can manifest the complete Eye of the Great Dao and unleash Heavenly Punishment.

The words had barely left his mouth.

The void behind the Dharma Manifestation, which proclaimed "Calamity and Fortune Upon Me," suddenly tore apart.

A gigantic, indifferent eye, seemingly formed from the purest Principle of Heavenly Dao, slowly opened!

At the same time--

At the very top of the sky, in the center of a cloud vortex, an identical Eye of the Heavenly Dao that covered the entire sky appeared simultaneously!

Buzz!

Qin Wudao stared at Qin Xuanji, his entire body radiating an indescribable, terrifying pressure that seemed to freeze time and space.

"I am the will of Heaven, I am the Heavenly Punishment!"

The next moment.

"Snap--!!!"

A massive, mountain-like Thunder Tribulation crashed down from the eye of the heavens!

As Qin Xuanji gazed at the world-destroying Thunder Tribulation that tore through the sky, a near-mad smile slowly spread across his lips.

"This is the moment I've been waiting for..."

His voice was soft, yet it carried clearly across the battlefield.

Qin Wudao is the strongest.

Possessing the strongest shield— the Desolate Ancient Sacred Body, impervious to all magic.

And there is the strongest spear—[I Am Heaven's Will], under the Thunder Tribulation, all beings are equal.

What happens when the strongest spear pierces the strongest shield?

Qin Xuanji didn't know.

But he... wanted to see.

Just as the Chaos Tribulation Lightning was about to strike Qin Xuanji's head--

Below.

The array's patterns suddenly twisted!

Golden runes rearranged themselves in mid-air!

Tens of thousands of battle puppets simultaneously formed hand seals!

The invisible force instantly changed direction!

The wailing spirits resonated!

The distorted mental landscape suddenly came to a halt!

The shackles of Daoist tradition that had been hanging low... suddenly snapped straight!

Everything—arrays, talismans, puppets, spells, summoning spirits, the Dao of the mind—was forcibly integrated into a single whole at this moment by a terrifying, illogical computational power.

Together they formed an incredibly complex "Deflection Mirror".

Time seemed to stretch out infinitely at that moment.

Qin Wudao's pupils suddenly contracted.

He saw it.

They saw how the mirror was formed, the trajectory of the Thunder Tribulation, and how it deflected within the mirror.

Then, looking at this "strongest spear" born from [I Am Heaven's Will].

It was returned intact.

"Boom--!!!"

A deafening roar that defies description.

It was no longer a collision, but more like a violent clash of some kind of Principle.

The Heavenly Punishment Thunder Tribulation struck Qin Wudao squarely.

The blinding light engulfed everything.

When the light finally faded.

The terrifying Dharma Manifestation, shrouded in endless tribulation lightning, "Calamity and Fortune Upon Me doomed," vanished silently like snow under the blazing sun.

Amidst the smoke and dust.

A figure fell, crashing onto the flat ground ravaged by Lightning Light.

It was Qin Wudao.

He knelt on one knee, wisps of black smoke rising from his body, the air filled with the scorching smell of flesh and blood burned by extreme heat.

Seeing this, Qin Xuanji, who was in the distance, also deactivated his own Natal Dharma.

Along with the Covering the Sky and Sun array of runes, puppets, and heroic spirits... everything seemed as if it had never existed.

He walked slowly from the edge of the battlefield, and then—

Dissipate.

A Daoist figure emerged from the other side of the battlefield.

It's Qin Xuanji.

This is the real one.

His steps were steady and slow.

He raised his hand as he walked.

One layer, two layers... she removed the five layers of disguise from her face.

They stood on this battlefield in their most authentic form.

As he approached, Qin Xuanji raised his hand, Dao Ji Sword in the distance floated up into the air before crashing down in front of Qin Wudao.

"Do you remember, Eldest Brother?"

The voice was calm, even carrying a hint of long-lost nostalgia for the distant past.

"When we were kids practicing swordsmanship, you always managed to defeat me with a single strike."

"Back then, I asked you why you were so strong."

As Qin Xuanji spoke, he slowly raised the black sword in his hand, the tip of which pointed at Qin Wudao and also at the Dao Ji sword beside him.

You said, "The Sword Dao is simple: only speed can break through, only power can destroy."

"I remember all of these, and I secretly practiced them for a long time."

He paused, his gaze piercing through the years, looking at the figure he once looked up to.

"Bring it on."

"Let me show you with my own eyes--"

"So many years have passed, and so much training has been done."

"Me now..."

"Just how far have we gotten?"

Qin Wudao looked at Qin Xuanji, at his burning eyes, and at the black sword poised to strike.

Then, he slowly opened his mouth.

"Good."

Having pushed himself to such a point, he certainly has the right to do so.

The next moment--

The Dao Ji is revealed; it is then drawn from its sheath.