Wind Rises, Fire Spreads, Filthy Water Flows

"Wait, once that person is lured here, we must take him down immediately. We can't give him time to mobilize the Order or release his aura!"

On the other side of the stream outside the camp, three Hu people gathered together, each with a solemn demeanor. One of them spoke, with a confident expression.

"Your Qi Manifestation, you observed that the person's aura of Order was not solid, likely due to the lack of soldiers supporting him. He will surely be suppressed by Your Majesty, thus diverting your attention and making it easier for us to act. However, as four generals, we should do our utmost. Ideally, we should quell the situation before Your Majesty releases his aura!"

This man was quite old, with many gray hairs mixed in with his hair. He clearly held some prestige among the three, as the other two did not interrupt him while he spoke, but instead nodded from time to time.

But the next moment, all three of them changed color, turned around quickly, and showed surprise.

"What happened? Labe's aura suddenly surged, then plummeted again... Hmm? Now he's vanished. Could it be that he was killed? Wait, the Karma have gotten involved... Could it be..."

To the astonishment of the three, a rapid whooshing sound came from afar, revealing Qiu Yan arriving with incredible speed!

Upon seeing Qiu Yan's scholarly figure, the three Hu people were all shocked.

"Oh no! Labe failed! He couldn't stop this person!" The older Hu people's eyes widened in surprise, but he quickly composed himself. "Fortunately, he didn't activate his aura of Order; he came straight at us. That's good! That's good! We still have a chance!"

As he spoke, he suddenly shook his arms, forming a circular embrace with his hands. The air within was compressed violently, then exploded, instantly creating a fierce wind and a violent airflow that enveloped and lifted him into the air. He levitated, and his Golden Core spun within him, releasing a torrent of True Essence that stirred up a surging wave of energy. His body's nature changed, and he began to spin on the spot.

Whoosh!

A massive tornado was thus formed, with streams of True Essence within it, drifting ethereally with the wind, howling like a tiger, generating immense pressure, and spreading rapidly!

In the sky, the Military School Order pulsed slowly, its aftershocks spreading out and merging with the tornado, causing its power to continuously expand!

"Oh? This person transforms into a tornado, his True Essence as sharp as a blade, and he's actually at the Third Realm of the Golden Core realm, comparable to my own Fleshly Body Life Cultivation. These generals under the Left Wise King Rouluo are no ordinary figures."

In the distance, Qiu Yan rode the Black Wind, the black energy condensing into a pair of wings, flapping and changing, causing the surrounding Fortune to fluctuate. This was the Divine Ability power of the Crow Power Soul. Now, Qiu Yan had condensed his Golden Core and was infusing the power of his Power Soul with True Essence, so his flight speed had increased dramatically.

Just now, Qiu Yan seized the False Core, stirred up the Karma, and seized the connection in the process, then came over without stopping to face the three Hu people.

Call!

The tornado struck with tremendous force, revealing its destructive power!

Qiu Yan was the first to be affected. He clearly felt that the air had changed under the influence of the violent airflow. It was being compressed and condensed, no longer peaceful, and turned into sharp blades!

Whoosh whoosh!

The wind blowing against my clothes, which would normally just lift them up, now felt like a series of daggers flying at me, threatening to pierce through the clothes and the flesh beneath!

Clap clap clap!

The Black Wind that enveloped Qiu Yan took effect. The sharp blades of air that rushed towards him immediately lost their Fortune and accuracy upon contact with the Black Wind. They collided with each other, producing a crisp sound before spreading out into a chaotic mess.

In an instant, Qiu Yan was surrounded by flashing cold light, in a state of extreme chaos. Yet, not a single ray of cold light could hit him; they all collided and bounced off!

However, the raging tornado had already reached Qiu Yan!

Qiu Yan remained calm. He swung the pen in the air, gathering his Divine Sense and True Essence into one. His Divine Sense guided his thoughts, while his True Essence provided immense energy. After mixing, the ink flowed out like a stroke of ink, forming a thick stroke in the air. It exuded a solid and condensed aura, hanging horizontally in mid-air like a dam!

With a push, the dam collapsed, and ink gushed out, seemingly endless, forming a long river. Within it, the atmosphere of history rippled, and many scenes changed, clearly the move "River of History, Illusory World"!

This move was originally created by Qiu Yan by combining his Literary Thought and memories with the Sage Spirit. He condensed it through a chance encounter. This river connects the past and present, and can transform all kinds of insights and scenes into illusions. Once the move is made, it will entangle the enemy. Those whose minds are not firm enough will be directly pulled into the river, experiencing the Samsara ups and downs, and drowning in the illusions and unable to extricate themselves.

However, the Hu people with the tornado was Third Realm cultivator who had forged his Golden Core, so it wasn't so easy for him to succeed. Having condensed his Golden Core, his Three Souls Seven Souls were united as one. Even if his thoughts were different, it would be difficult for him to have any flaws in his will, and he would not be easily affected by the illusion. Therefore, the rolling river only entangled the tornado and barely slowed down its progress.

Meanwhile, the other two Hu people on the ground also came to their senses and realized the situation. They then activated their inner False Core, causing their Kidney Fire to leap and their flesh and bones to change nature. Their Seven Souls moved through their bodies like shadows, undergoing transformation and metamorphosis.

"Even if that person is a scholar, he still Thought-Convergent Order. To fight him, we must be determined and use our full strength!"

Splash!

One of them transformed into a stream of water, flowing and changing, but it was different from the stream of water that Tang Lai had transformed into. This water was viscous and filled with filth, making people's scalps tingle at the sight of it. It emitted a foul stench, and when this water landed, the green grass withered, and the ground was immediately corroded and melted, with blue smoke rising from it.

The other person stretched out his entire body, bursting forth with rolling heat. Flames spewed from every pore on his body. The flames gathered together and in the blink of an eye, he transformed into a man of fire. The flames were a deep blue and shot into the sky, causing the moisture in the air to evaporate rapidly!

Then, the ghostly blue flames and filthy water soared into the sky and rushed towards Qiu Yan!

The man was suspended in mid-air, sparks flying all around him like a shooting star, when he was swept into a tornado by the violent airflow. In no time, the fire spread within the tornado, and the column of wind transformed into Heavenly Fire!

The filthy water beside it swirled in mid-air, its spray spreading across the sky and earth. It was also swept up by the tornado, incompatible with the flames, but instead sank and floated within them, emitting bursts of plague and stench. It spun with the air currents and was flung out, shooting out like rain!

The gale, flames, and sewage merged into one, and under the impact, the River of History, Illusory World showed signs of being evaporated, blown away, and polluted!

On the other hand, the tornado column twisted and changed, and in accordance with the Order of the sky, the wind and clouds immediately rose and surged, causing weather changes, and the sky was filled with dark clouds!

Such an astonishing sight could not be hidden from ordinary people. Exclamations of surprise rang out in the barracks and Dingchang City, drawing everyone's attention.

"What is that?!"

"Fire Pillar from heaven!"

"Is this a natural disaster or a man-made one?"

Amidst the discussions, everyone clearly felt that the temperature in the blowing wind had risen. After being inhaled, the stench and burning sensation spread through their chests. Some vomited, some gasped for breath, and some simply took off their clothes, sweating profusely!

An invisible plague is spreading stealthily.

Inside the barracks, Xiao Jian and Yang Zhong stared intently at the unusual event, their expressions grave. Behind them, on the training ground, rows of soldiers were already prepared, and a chilling aura permeated the air!

At the camp gate, Pang Qianru looked up at the sky, a hint of anticipation in her eyes.

In the post station in Dingchang City, Di Ai, together with Zhao Can and Zhong Yan, was speaking to Meng Qingbin about how Qiu Yan's growing reputation was becoming detrimental to the mission's operations on the Grasslands.

Meng Qingbin had a square face and an imposing presence. He listened to the three men's conversation without showing any emotion, but his eyes became increasingly sharp, revealing that he also harbored prejudice against Qiu Yan.

This is understandable. In terms of official rank and status, Meng Qingbin is the chief envoy, but with the addition of Qiu Yan as his deputy, there are signs that he is being overtaken. It's no wonder that he feels his position is threatened and that he is being sidelined. It would be strange if he didn't feel resentful.

However, Meng Qingbin, as the chief official and backed by a powerful Lineage, understood the emperor's intentions and thus refrained from expressing his opinion. Now, upon hearing Di Ai's account, he immediately realized that his opportunity had arrived.

He took a sip of tea, about to speak, when the ground suddenly shook, and the door was pushed open. A constable cried out urgently, "My lords, something terrible has happened! There's a disaster outside the city!"

"What?" When Meng Qingbin and the others stepped out of the room and looked up, the tornado in the sky had doubled in size, filling half the sky from a distance. Sewage flowed everywhere, and flames were scattered. Due to the combined Force of Order, it gave people a sense of the end of the world!

The ground shook, causing many officials in the delegation to change color in shock, gaining a new understanding of the terror of the Grasslands.

Meanwhile, in the Military Governor's Residence, Xiao Lan and the others also made a decision.

"Now it seems I underestimated the ambition of the Left Wise King Rouluo. Rouluo is in turmoil, yet he still lies in wait outside the city. He has already discovered that Human Thoughts in the Central Plains is plotting against the Military School Order. Now that Qiu Yan has taken the initiative to act, we cannot let him fall into danger!"

As soon as the words were spoken, a whooshing sound rang out, and the council hall was instantly emptied; everyone inside had vanished without a trace.

In the air, Qiu Yan's Black Wind had been stripped away by the gale, flames, and sewage, leaving only a thin layer of aura around him!

The raging tornado pillar was right in front of him, as if it could engulf him at any moment. The River of History, Illusory World he had released was also torn apart by the gale, almost losing its shape. Only a few traces of it drifted away, but within them, a tiny black shadow silently flowed.

Despite the situation, Qiu Yan remained calm. He closed his eyes, his mind racing with memories of the four Profound Origin cultivators turning into Black Hole in Zhou Rao's Broken Lotus Valley!

A realization welled up from the bottom of my heart...

Suddenly, Qiu Yan opened his eyes. He saw a continuous mountain range in his eyes, and he could make out the outline of the Nine Spirits Mountain. Then, he flipped his wrist and the brush in his hand moved again. True Essence and Divine Sense condensed into ink, Heart Fire and Kidney Fire merged into one, thought and strength combined, and Divine Path insights emerged.

With the brush tip rising and falling, the ink meandering, a mountain peak is slowly outlined in the air...

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