Wudao Extreme Dharma True Lord

"Wudao ----"

The two words sank into Qi Yun's heart, stirring up a thousand layers of chill.

The Wuji Sacred Sect, renowned throughout the Northwest, controls the fortunes of a corner of Xuanhuang.

The true rulers who established the dynasty were the five living True Lord.

Apart from the Desolate Halberd True Lord before them, the remaining four are all renowned throughout the four realms and possess extraordinary Daoist abilities.

[Wudao], full name [Wudao Extreme Dharma True Lord].

That is one of them.

Even though Qi Yun's time as a Foundation Establishment cultivator wasn't extremely long, he had heard some rumors about this True Lord from veteran Foundation Establishment like True Person Qianxin True Person Qingli.

According to rumors, this True Lord was eccentric and capricious, acting solely on his own likes and dislikes, often disregarding common sense and rules.

Its methods are even more unpredictable and mysterious.

It is rumored that he can break all laws and sever cause and effect at will.

Seeking the Wudao within the ultimate Dharma.

His ferocity in killing surpassed that of all the True Lord.

Even more shockingly, rumors circulate that the demonic forces, in their alliance with righteous sects and overseas powers, were driven to the northwest, and one of the major triggers for this was this [Wudao Extreme Dharma True Lord].

At this moment, Desolate Halberd True Lord paused slightly, his golden eyes fixed on Qi Yun, and slowly uttered the more crucial sentence. "He is also the master of Black Mountain."

The master of Black Mountain True Person!

Qi Yun's brows furrowed instantly, his nerves on edge.

His feud with the Black Mountain True Person began with the incident with Yue Rong. His subsequent ambush at the Foundation Establishment Pass and his public confrontation in front of the Great Void Hall were already an open secret among the Holy Sect's followers.

As Great True Person and the Vice Sect Leader of the Holy Sect, Black Mountain was far superior to Qi Yun in terms of status, cultivation, and seniority.

Previously, with the overt and covert protection and support of Desolate Halberd True Lord Huangji, Black Mountain, despite its thousand grievances and myriad schemes, could only temporarily endure and dare not truly touch the True Lord's bottom line.

But now----

The term of office of Desolate Halberd True Lord is coming to an end, and he will soon step down.

The one who took over the reins of the Holy Sect and became the new leader was none other than the Black Mountain True Person's mentor, the notoriously capricious [Wudao Extreme Dharma True Lord]!

At that time, the situation will be completely reversed.

Having lost his greatest talisman, the Desolate Halberd True Lord, he now faces the Black Mountain True Person, who already harbors ill will towards him and now has a "just cause" to rely on.

And that "Wudao" grandmaster who stood behind Black Mountain and held supreme power in the sect—

Qi Yun could almost see the malice and murderous intent crashing down like a mountain.

"This matter is indeed troublesome." Qi Yun slowly exhaled, his voice still steady, but his furrowed brows remained furrowed.

This variable far exceeded his previous expectations.

He had thought that the entanglement with Black Mountain would at least remain in a relatively controllable stalemate or covert struggle while Desolate Halberd True Lord was in charge.

Who would have thought that the change of True Lord would come so quickly, and that the successor would happen to be the other party's biggest backer?

Desolate Halberd True Lord took in Qi Yun's changing expression and continued, "I will discuss your matter with Black Mountain at that time. "Wudao

He then subtly shifted his tone, his voice taking on a more somber, realistic quality. "But, given Wudao nature, he might not listen, nor might he care."

This is quite clear. Desolate Halberd True Lord can intervene, but the effectiveness is questionable.

In the eyes of the Wudao Extreme Dharma True Lord, this matter might not even be at a level that requires his personal intervention; he only needs to tacitly approve or even show slight favoritism.

Black Mountain True Person would then gain unprecedented initiative and power to deal with Qi Yun.

"Therefore," Desolate Halberd True Lord said, his gaze sharp as he looked at Qi Yun, "You need to have a plan in mind."

Intend?

A faint sense of helplessness welled up in Qi Yun's heart.

Facing a True Lord who is about to take over the sect, even if the other party does not personally take action but merely tacitly allows the Great True Person under his command to target him, the pressure is far beyond what an ordinary True Person can bear.

Faced with absolute power and authority, many ingenious schemes, profound foundations, and even rapidly improving cultivation levels may appear pale and powerless.

What are your plans?

Could they possibly contend with the True Lord?

Seeing Qi Yun deep in thought, a hint of gloom flashing in his eyes, Desolate Halberd True Lord sighed inwardly.

He understood how Qi Yun was feeling at that moment.

The saying that all beings below the True Lord are but ants is not an exaggeration.

Even though he admired Qi Yun, he felt that this young man had unlimited potential.

However, faced with the general trend of power transition and generational change within the sect, the situation remained unchanged.

Individual strength and personal connections sometimes seem so insignificant.

His relationship with Wudao was ordinary, and even somewhat estranged due to their Dao Path beliefs and past events.

He was only willing to step in to mediate because he was about to step down and because Qi Yun had made a great contribution.

Too much talk and excessive interference may provoke Wudao's erratic and rebellious nature, which would be even more detrimental to Qi Yun.

Silence flowed through the Dao Domain for a moment.

The eyes of the Desolate Halberd True Lord flickered, as if he had made a decision.

He raised his palm, and Daoist energy flowed within it. A flash of light appeared, and something materialized.

It was that bronze cube that had helped Qi Yun travel to and from the Azure Gate Realm— [Six Realms Heaven]!

"You've already used this once. Although its energy reserves aren't fully full, it should be enough to support you on a few short-distance interdimensional journeys." Desolate Halberd True Lord gently pushed [Six Realms Heaven] towards Qi Yun.

He gazed at Qi Yun, his voice low and clear. "If things are beyond your control, go beyond the limits of what you can currently manage—"

"Let's leave Xuanhuang for now and go to the outer realms, to other worlds to lay low for a while."

"One term of authority, five hundred years of history."

You have enough time.

Let's go beyond our borders and temporarily avoid the brunt of their attacks!

This is the most direct, yet also the most helpless, advice that Desolate Halberd True Lord could offer Qi Yun within the limits of the rules.

It's not about confrontation, nor is it about resolving the issue.

Instead, they retreated.

Given Qi Yun's current potential to condense the "Primordial True Body" and its solid foundation, if it could have five hundred years of relatively peaceful time to hone its skills and grow in the outer realms, perhaps when it returns, the situation will be quite different.

At that time, their own cultivation level will be sufficient to confront Black Mountain head-on.

Having other options or room for maneuver is far wiser than stubbornly fighting on the opponent's home turf.

Qi Yun looked at the [Six Realms Heaven] floating in front of him. The surface of the bronze cube had a dim light that was restrained, and the tiny seal script characters were silent.

He reached out and firmly grasped the [Six Realms Heaven] in his palm.

The bronze felt cool to the touch, yet carried a familiar weightiness.

"Disciple understands."

Qi Yun put away the [Six Realms Heaven] and bowed deeply to the Desolate Halberd True Lord once again.

"Many thanks to the True Lord for the guidance and generous gift."

He didn't say whether he would use this escape route, nor did he complain or show any resentment.

I simply kept this kindness and warning in my heart.

Desolate Halberd True Lord nodded slightly and said no more.

Some things are better left unsaid.

Some paths you have to choose and walk yourself.

The Daoist domain of Hongshan Forest has returned to tranquility.

But beneath this tranquility lies a turbulent storm capable of engulfing an entire individual.

Qi Yun took his leave, turned around, and walked out of the strange forest step by step.

His back remained upright, and his steps remained steady.

However, beneath that deep blue Daoist robe, there seemed to be an invisible heaviness.

Desolate Halberd True Lord sat upright on the golden throne, gazing in the direction he had left, his shattered golden eyes gleaming.

A storm is brewing, and the wind is howling.

When True Lord changes hands and power shifts, the transition between the old and the new is often the time when undercurrents are most turbulent and variables are most numerous.

After Qi Yun left, the Daoist realm of Hongshan Forest returned to its ancient silence.

The Desolate Halberd True Lord sat upright on the dark gold cloud-patterned throne, his shattered golden eyes reflecting the slowly flowing Daoist energy in the void, remaining motionless for a long time.

I don't know how much time has passed.

Suddenly, he moved slightly.

He stood up and picked up the halberd beside him.

"Buzz----"

The halberd emitted a low, joyful hum, and the dark, sharp edge of its blade seemed to intensify slightly.

With his halberd in hand, Desolate Halberd True Lord's aura suddenly changed.

The deep composure and deliberation he displayed when facing Qi Yun vanished, replaced by an absolute, domineering, and disdainful aura.

He never looked back at the Dao Domain he had cultivated for countless years.

He merely tilted his head slightly, as if sensing a certain direction.

Then, he took a step and stomped heavily into the seemingly empty space in front of him!

"Snap--!!!"

There was only one crisp, heart-stopping cracking sound, as if the very space itself had been shattered underfoot!

Centered on the point where his toes landed, a spiderweb of pitch-black cracks instantly spread out.

Deep within a naturally formed, entirely black mountain cave, its material neither stone nor jade.

There are no sun, moon, or stars here, no mountains or rivers.

There is only a timeless coolness and tranquility that soothes the soul.

A small, crystal-clear mountain spring pool, no more than ten feet in diameter, was dripping water droplets from the tip of an inverted stalactite.

Water droplets fell into the pool, producing a clear but monotonous echo.

In this absolute silence, it appears exceptionally ethereal, yet also exceptionally lonely.

Beside the pool, on a smooth, dark rock, a figure sat cross-legged.

This person was dressed in an extremely simple, pure black robe, without any patterns or embellishments, with wide sleeves and a hem hanging down naturally.

Her long, jet-black hair was not tied up, but casually draped over her shoulders and back, with a few strands swaying gently.

He looked to be around thirty years old, with distinct features that exuded a chilling indifference. He had fair skin, closed eyes, and his eyelashes cast faint shadows under his eyelids.

He sat there quietly, as if he had become one with the cave, the pool, and the eternal silence, becoming part of this concept of heaven and earth.

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Desolate Halberd True Lord stepped into the cave and slowly approached the Daoist priest.

"Desolate Halberd."

The black-robed Daoist did not open his eyes, nor did he even move his lips. Yet, a cold, flat, and emotionless voice rang out directly in the cave, reaching the ears of the Desolate Halberd True Lord with crystal clarity.

"It's not time yet."

Desolate Halberd True Lord stood holding his halberd, his tall figure a stark contrast to the black-robed figure sitting cross-legged inside the cave.

A domineering and imposing presence, with an aura that soars to the heavens;

A reserved and silent individual, as cold as an abyss.

"A few more days won't make a difference."

Desolate Halberd True Lord spoke, his deep, resonant voice sounded particularly heavy in the silent mountain cave.

His golden eyes, sharp as halberds, were fixed on the black-robed figure by the pool, as if trying to tear through the icy silence.

"Wudao, there's something I need to discuss with you."

Upon hearing this, the Wudao Extreme Dharma True Lord's lips curled up in an extremely subtle smile on his usually indifferent face.

At the same time, his tightly closed eyelids slowly lifted.

Those were a pair of deep, dark eyes, yet with a faint, eerie light shining through them.

Those eyes, calm and undisturbed, looked at the Desolate Halberd True Lord stood holding the halberd.

Their eyes met.

On one side was a shattered gold, fiercely hot, as if it wanted to burn away all illusions.

One side was pure black, cold and lifeless, as if it could freeze all colors.

"Oh----"

A very soft laugh, tinged with a hint of irony, escaped from the throat of the True Lord Wudao.

"Are you here to plead for that kid?"

Inside the cave, the dripping sound of water continued.

The air seemed to freeze silently as the two True Lord faced off.