Ten-Thousand-Li Rivers and Mountains Scroll!

"Supreme and unique?"

Qi Yun narrowed his eyes, his gaze as deep and unfathomable as the moon reflected in a still pool.

"A single generation and a single era cannot tolerate two supreme beings standing side by side."

The Supreme True Person of heaven and earth will encounter, clash, and fight under the guidance of the the Unseen.

Until only the last Supreme Being remains.

The Wealth Connects to the Divine spoke slowly, yet with a profound depth that seemed to originate from countless ages and had witnessed the fall of too many extraordinary talents.

"Therefore you must be careful, for the Twelve Supremes of heaven and earth have all had an air of looking down upon the world throughout history."

The battle for supremacy is no ordinary struggle for power; its ferocity and unpredictability far exceed imagination.

Even a True Lord might not be able to determine who wins and who loses.

and----"

Its words paused slightly, and the illusory light flickered, as if it were tracing back some kind of pattern. After a few breaths of silence, it continued, "The birth of one deity often stirs up the energy of all deities, like a spark igniting a prairie fire."

Your ultimate battle is not far off.

One era, one century, cannot tolerate two supreme beings standing side by side—who would have thought that the spirit of this imperial weapon from the Tang Dynasty would know such a secret.

Qi Yun's heart was in turmoil, but his face remained calm as he silently memorized those words.

"Thank you for your guidance, senior. I have learned Qi Yun." He cupped his hands slightly, his tone sincere.

"Forget about seniors and juniors, it's too vulgar." The Wealth Connects to the Divine fluctuations carried a hint of relief.

"You saved me, so it's only right that I repay you in kind."

Now that my spirit has entered this world and taken on this body, you shall henceforth call me by my secular name Cai Shen.

"Cai Kun? God of Wealth? What a good name." Qi Yun's lips curled up slightly, revealing a faint smile. The name contained a prophecy, which suited the background of this Imperial Weapon.

During the brief time that Qi Yun and Cai Kun were talking inside [Great Luo Heaven],

Above Lifeless Valley, the atmosphere had shifted dramatically from the brief period of cooperation when the seven Great True Person joined forces to seal the Imperial Weapon to a suffocating and chilling standoff.

The [Wealth Connects to the Divine], which was about a thousand feet tall and flowed with dark golden light, floated quietly in the center of the seven vast seals.

However, the ancient Daoist charm that naturally emanates from it, forged from the pinnacle of the Great Tang Dynasty's fortune and boundless willpower, is more captivating than any dazzling brilliance.

The eight characters "Kaiyuan Tongbao, Wanshi Yongchang" faintly emerging from the cracks in the tree bark resembled eight heavy Dao seals, suppressing the eternal space and time, and also burning the Dao heart of every Great True Person present.

Imperial Weapon is still Imperial Weapon!

Even without its vibrant energy, it remains an unparalleled treasure!

Between the righteous and the demonic factions, among the seven figures standing at the pinnacle of their time, who would be willing to give up so easily?

The tacit understanding that had been barely maintained due to the pursuit of spiritual beings crumbled as easily as a cicada's wing in the face of a genuine treasure.

Without a word, the tension between them was palpable, and a standoff was inevitable.

On the Southern Yin side, the Smiling Buddha Venerable still bore the same Maitreya smile, but the warm and compassionate Buddha light around him had solidified into a golden cup of crystal. Where the light shone, golden lotuses bloomed in the void, but the lotus hearts had subtle "self" characters spinning in reverse, exuding a contradictory Daoist charm that coexisted in salvation and suppression.

Although the ancient sword held by the Dragon-Slaying Sword Master was not drawn, the space near the hilt had been completely transformed into a void of sword abyss, where anything that did not follow the way of the sword would be silently shredded.

The Confucian King Huangfu Qianqiu was the most serene, holding a book in his hand, his posture upright.

But between the opening and closing of those gentle eyes, there were faint shadowy images of ancient seal script, and the surrounding world seemed to be rearranged by an invisible "reason," orderly yet concealing the thunder of heavenly law.

On the opposite side, the auras of the Four Northwestern Sects were linked, and their demonic power intensified.

Behind True Person Southern Dipper, amidst the strange phenomenon of the Star River Rolls Backward, countless stars flickered and faded at an accelerated pace, as if deducing a chess game of battle and slaughter. Starlight fell like tangible chains, coldly locking onto the three people opposite him.

The figure of the True Person Sansi blurred, one becoming three, three becoming nine, and the nine illusory figures each holding a different Law Seals, their thoughts multiplying into countless forms.

Behind True Person Jiuli, the ancient tree phantom rooted in the void swayed its branches and leaves, scattering specks of bluish-gray light. At the top of the tree crown, a magnificent and noble crimson figure overlooking the world appeared and disappeared, radiating intense heat.

True Person Lunzhuan, the illusory image of the Yellow Springs surged and roared, the light of black and white reincarnation condensing into a vortex in his eyes, radiating the end of all things.

The terrifying suction force of re-entering the cycle of reincarnation caused even light to slightly distort and collapse upon approach.

Seven immense and unparalleled pressures, each reaching the pinnacle of a certain aspect of the Great Dao, silently collided and crushed above the Lifeless Valley!

"Boom!"

The muffled, mournful sound was emitted as the vital energy of heaven and earth was violently stirred up by an immense force.

Above the sky, the leaden clouds were no longer hanging low, but were torn into eerie vortexes, with electric snakes dancing wildly inside, yet they dared not truly strike down due to the terrifying energy below.

Below, in the valley, for miles around, all the dust, gravel, and even the pervasive, deathly gray fog were suspended in mid-air.

If an ordinary Foundation Establishment True Person were here, their Divine Soul would be crushed and their Dao Foundation destroyed in an instant by this invisible struggle for Dao!

The stalemate lasted less than a breath.

"Amitabha Buddha, this object is destined to be with the Buddha. It should be suppressed on Lesser Mount Sumeru to cleanse it of its past defilements and transform it into a treasure for the Fighting Buddha and Dharma Protectors."

The Smiling Buddha Venerable spoke first, smiling broadly, and then extended one hand.

The fat hand swelled in the wind, transforming into a dazzling Buddha's hand covering hundreds of acres, its fingerprints resembling mountain ridges and ravines. The swastika in its palm spun like a wheel, radiating boundless Buddha light, and directly grabbed at the sealed golden sapling!

Where the Buddha's light passed, ripples of sandalwood gold spread through the space, as if to pull it into a Pure Land land of Buddha.

"Bald ass delusion!"

The True Person Lunzhuan roared, and the illusory image of the Yellow Springs behind him suddenly surged, transforming into a turbid and raging River of the Underworld, blocking the Buddha's hand.

Countless pale, ghostly hands reached out from the river, howling as they grabbed at the Buddha's light. A illusory figure of a judge even brandished a soul-snatching pen, pointing it at the Buddha's palm.

The forces of Yin and Yang and Yang Lunzhuan violently with the power of Buddha's light to deliver salvation, hissing and annihilating vast swathes of nothingness and darkness.

Almost simultaneously, the Dragon-Slaying Sword Master snorted coldly, and the ancient sword in his arms emitted a clear and resonant sword cry that pierced the eardrums, finally drawing three inches from its sheath!

With a mere three inches of condensed, hazy sword Sword Qi, disregarding spatial distance, had already slashed close to [Wealth Connects to the Divine], its target being the most subtle connection point between the tree trunk and the seven layers of seals.

They actually had the idea of "slaying" both the sealed area and the Imperial Weapon!

The image of the Star River Rolls Backward in True Person Southern Dipper's eyes suddenly froze. With a flick of his finger, a concentrated "star" shot out, arriving first despite being launched later, and struck the side of the hazy Sword Qi.

There was no loud noise, only a deep darkness that instantly spread, swallowing the Sword Qi and starlight, as if a miniature star field was born and then vanished there.

Without moving, a branch of the True Person Jiuli tree behind him suddenly extended, like a blue dragon crossing the void. A point of bluish-gray light flickered at the tip of the branch, pointing towards the scroll in Huangfu Qianqiu's hand.

Huangfu Qianqiu's expression remained unchanged. The book in his hand moved on its own without any wind, turning to a certain page, and he softly uttered, "Freeze!"

A huge shadow of the ancient seal character "ding" flew out and was printed in the void in front of it.

That space was instantly imbued with the "principle" of "eternity and immutability".

The bluish-gray light crashed into it, its speed suddenly decreasing, as if it were trapped in amber; though it did not dissipate, it could hardly advance an inch.

The nine illusory figures of the True Person Sansi moved in unison, each unleashing an invisible and intangible sword shadow that aimed directly at the origin of the Divine Soul. They bypassed the main battlefield and attacked the Smiling Buddha Venerable, the Dragon-Slaying Sword Master, and Huangfu Qianqiu's Purple Mansion, intending to interfere with the very essence of their spellcasting.

Seven Great True Person, each displaying extraordinary abilities.

In an instant, within the core area of Lifeless Valley, it seemed as if seven ancient Gods and Devils, who had created the world, were unleashing their immense power.

The earth shook violently, the rock layers undulated like waves, and the earth veins within thousands of miles groaned in despair. The Spiritual Qi went completely berserk, forming chaotic spiritual tornadoes that shot into the sky.

The seven layers of sealing were already flickering and emitting faint cracking sounds under the impact of the aftershocks of this level of confrontation.

Just as these seven people unleashed a barrage of techniques, their entangled energy reaching its peak, and it became difficult to determine who was superior, they were locked in a fierce battle.

Under the crimson dragon banner that had been hovering above the central command tent of the World-Suppressing Army, merely an observer, the void rippled without warning, like a curtain of water.

A figure dressed in a dark blue Daoist robe, wearing a hibiscus crown, and holding a jade-handled whisk stepped out from the center of the ripples.

It is none other than the current leader of the Heavenly Secrets Sect, Celestial Master Chen!

His appearance was perfectly timed, occurring precisely at the delicate juncture when the seven Great True Person' energies were mutually restraining each other, their old strength slightly depleted, and their new strength yet to emerge.

Celestial Master Chen's expression remained indifferent, his eyes as still as a deep well. After appearing, he did not pause at all, nor did he even look at the seven Great True Person whose expressions had slightly changed.

With a seemingly ordinary jade-handled whisk in his hand, he gently brushed it towards the [Wealth Connects to the Divine]'s true form.

The movements were slow and gentle, without a trace of worldliness.

But as the whisk swept across, the three thousand silver threads suddenly emitted a hazy, clear light, like the dawn of creation.

In the clear light, the phantom of an ancient picture book, neither silk nor leather, neither gold nor jade, with the mottled marks of time flowing along its edges, unfolds out of thin air.

On the scroll, the vast land and the phantom images of the nation's vital instruments are vividly displayed!

There are mountains and rivers with winding dragon veins that seem to be alive, rivers, lakes and seas that flow endlessly, cities and fields where all living beings thrive, and even the phantom image of the Nine Cauldrons rising and falling!

A vast, profound, and all-encompassing aura of destiny and the way of the state, carrying civilization and ruling over all directions, suddenly spread!

"Ten-Thousand-Li Rivers and Mountains Scroll?!" True Person Southern Dipper's brows furrowed suddenly.

"Chen Tianji! How dare you!"

The True Person Lunzhuan roared, attempting to unleash the power of the Yellow Springs to stop it, but was slowed down by the Buddha's Hand and Sword Qi.

Celestial Master Chen ignored all the rebukes and continued to whisk.

The unfolded illusory image of the "Ten-Thousand-Li Rivers and Mountains Scroll" scroll gently rolled up.

Like a sleeve encompassing heaven and earth, the clear light at the edge of the scroll closed like a curtain, treating the seven layers of broken seals and entangled Daoist charms as nothing, gently yet irresistibly drawing the [Wealth Connects to the Divine] body into it!

The scroll closed, transforming into a point of chaotic spiritual light.

With a flick of his sleeve, Celestial Master Chen sent the glimmer of spiritual light disappearing into his sleeve.

From his appearance to the moment he lightly swept the duster, collected the scroll, and let the spiritual light enter his sleeve.

The entire process was as smooth as flowing water, so fast that it exceeded the limits of thought, happening in the blink of an eye.

Only after the Imperial Weapon itself disappeared did the violent backlash of spiritual energy and causal disturbance caused by the theft of the treasure suddenly erupt, shattering the seven forces that had been locked in a stalemate!

Boom!!!

The heavens and earth trembled as a chaotic sun exploded above Lifeless Valley, its destructive ripples sweeping in all directions, causing the seven Great True Person to sway slightly and their auras to surge.

The moment Celestial Master Chen took away the Imperial Weapon, his figure faded and blurred like ink in water amidst the chaotic burst of light and shadow. Along with the aura of the central command tent under the Crimson Dragon Banner and the entire World-Suppressing Army, he vanished without a trace.

All that remained was the devastated Lifeless Valley, and seven powerful figures of the era, their faces ashen, their breaths ragged, their eyes a mixture of anger and disbelief.

The Imperial Weapon was right under the noses of the seven Great True Person.

It was taken away!

"Go ahead and grab it! Keep grabbing!"

You wouldn't believe it, even among the righteous, there are bad people.

The Imperial Weapon was taken away by the Southern Yin Dynasty. The Reincarnation True Man looked at the three righteous Great True Person opposite him, whose faces had True Person Lunzhuan pale, and immediately mocked them with a forced smile.

"Court death--!"

Clang!

The icy coldness in the eyes of the Dragon-Slaying Sword Master instantly transformed into a raging fury that seemed to burn the heavens. The ancient sword in his arms emitted a violent dragon roar that could shatter gold and split rocks, and the blade suddenly sprang out half a foot on its own!

The sky was cleaved open by an invisible Sword Intent, leaving a bottomless black sword mark that could not heal for a long time, emanating an aura of destruction that could freeze Divine Soul.

"Sword Master!"

The voice of the Confucian King Huangfu Qianqiu remained calm. With a seemingly casual flick of his sleeve, he caused the violent Sword Intent to crash into an endless mass of resilient principles.

Huangfu Qianqiu's self-illumination passed over the provocative face of the True Person Lunzhuan and focused deeply on the three silent demonic giants, Southern Dipper, Sansi, and Jiuli.

His eyes remained gentle, yet as deep as an ancient well, as if he wanted to see through the true thoughts of the leader of the Four Northwestern Sects.

"Walk."

The single word was uttered calmly, yet it carried the decisiveness to sever the current situation.

Huangfu Qianqiu said no more, his wide sleeves billowing as he faced the chaotic gale raging through the valley.

A faint glow flickered, and in the next moment, the figures of all the righteous cultivators in the entire Lifeless Valley vanished from their original spots like a dream.

Above the valley, only the four Great True Person of the Northwest Demonic Sect and a devastated, shattered landscape remained.

Standing at the forefront with his hands behind his back, the unfathomable True Person Southern Dipper gazed silently at the direction where Huangfu Qianqiu and the others had disappeared.

Until, in his perception, the aura of the righteous path had completely vanished.

The furrowed brow slowly relaxed.

Instead, a faint smile appeared on her face.

Turning to the three Great True Person, the True Person Southern Dipper slightly cupped his hands. "Fellow Daoists, our grand spectacle—"

"It's finally over."

The three, who now wore the same smiles, nodded slowly. An unspoken understanding and a sense of relief at their successful plan flowed quietly beneath the shattered sky.