Are You Courting Death?
"Buzz"
A faint, almost drowned-out roar, amidst the thunderous cries of dragons shattering mountains and the howls of True Lord, rang out in the midst of chaos and the bewilderment of all living beings.
The inconspicuous pale white Flowing Light, like a small fish swimming in the gaps of a raging storm, "whooshed" straight into the huge, ferocious crack torn apart by the roar of the Dragon Lord on the mountainside of Spirit Mountain!
The moment the Flowing Light disappeared into the darkness.
A cold, resolute voice resounded simultaneously deep within the mind of the Crown Prince of Southern Yin: "Cooperation null and void!"
The Crown Prince of Southern Yin couldn't help but twitch slightly at the corner of his eye.
Even with his profound composure honed by centuries of imperial strategy, an indescribable sense of frustration and anger welled up within him at this moment.
What a wicked creature from the Northwest Demonic Sect!
They have absolutely no integrity!
They change their minds faster than turning the pages of a book!
He took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the anger that threatened to burst through his composed facade.
This is not the time to dwell on things; he hasn't finished his business yet.
Even without Qi Yun, he would still do this!
The Crown Prince of Southern Yin withdrew his gaze from the entrance of the rift and turned it back to the most chaotic and central battlefield in the world.
There, the World-Honored One's "conversion" of the Dragon King and the Dragon King's desperate "resistance" had reached their most tragic and dangerous peak!
The ten-thousand-foot-tall true dragon's body rolled and twisted wildly under the chaotic sky. With each swing, it shattered large swathes of void, and dragon blood mixed with blue-gold light cascaded down like a waterfall.
The area affected by the gold has exceeded halfway, and on the dragon's head, the tip of a single, prominent dragon horn has been stained with a dazzling gold.
Within its vertical pupils, the savage ferocity of the Dragon Clan was fiercely battling with a certain cold and compassionate Buddhist nature, causing those dragon eyes, like blazing blue suns, to flicker erratically, sometimes wild and sometimes empty.
The extraordinary phenomena of the Dao Fruit manifested behind him surged and trembled incessantly.
On a vast ocean, a golden Buddha stands majestically—this is a clash and invasion of two great paths.
The figure of the World-Honored One, seated on the twelve-petaled golden lotus, remained serene.
However, the tip of the right index finger, which had been extended but not retracted, emitted a pure and domineering golden Buddhist light, like the strongest thread, firmly connecting it to the area on the Dragon Lord's chest that had first turned golden.
The clash of the two forces transformed that area into a distorted, indescribably colorful "Daoist Lament."
Even light and sound were swallowed up and annihilated.
Seeing this, the Crown Prince of Southern Yin's eyes flickered.
Was Father Emperor also converted in this way?
A fierce glint flashed in the eyes of the Crown Prince of Southern Yin, and he hesitated no longer.
He slowly took something out from inside his robes.
It wasn't some dazzling treasure; in fact, it was surprisingly simple.
A plain white sheet of Xuan paper, even with slightly rough edges.
The paper was soft and of ordinary quality, like the cheapest calligraphy practice paper in any ordinary academy.
And when the Crown Prince of Southern Yin slowly unfolded the white paper with slightly trembling hands.
A sudden change has occurred!
In the center of the paper, a streak of ink caught the eye.
It was neither an elaborately drawn talisman nor an esoteric seal script.
More like a drunken, madman, casually picking up a brush dipped in thick ink and making a random stroke on the paper.
A crooked, splattered, and utterly chaotic ink stain.
But just as these ink marks were fully revealed in this chaotic world filled with Buddhist light, Daoist charm, demonic energy, and dragon might!
"Zheng--!!!"
A clear, solitary, and chilling sword cry rang out.
It soared into the sky from that insignificant piece of white paper!
No!
That wasn't a sound, but a "meaning"!
A supreme Sword Intent that transcends all things, overlooks the ever-changing world, and remains unmoved!
This is completely different from the domineering intention in the [World-Honored One's Handwritten Scripture] that "I am the only one worthy of respect" and that all things in heaven and earth should be brought to the Buddha's realm.
The meaning that emerges from the blank paper is "solitary and lofty"!
It's "vast and boundless"!
It's the unwavering determination of "I will go even if there are thousands of people against me!"
It is the proud spirit of "With a sword in hand, I can question the heavens!"
Like a peerless sword immortal, standing alone atop a towering peak, unmoved by the churning clouds and the changing dynasties below.
In his eyes, there was only the sword in his hand and the unchanging blue sky above.
Infinite Light emanated from that thin white paper!
That light was dazzlingly white, coldly white, so white that it seemed to illuminate all the illusions of the world and sever all entanglements!
The light rapidly contracted and condensed.
Three feet above the white paper, it slowly transformed into something.
It is neither the divine weapon with soaring Sword Qi energy that one might imagine, nor the immortal artifact with flowing Daoist charm.
Just a single bite—an ordinary, unremarkable three-foot-long sword.
The wooden hilt is completely undecorated, and you can even see the fine wood grain.
The iron blade was dull and lacked any sharpness, resembling an unsharpened piece of ordinary iron.
Yet this seemingly ordinary green sword...
The sword tip, naturally and naturally, was aimed at the distant golden lotus, at the increasingly solid figure of the World Honored World-Honored One, radiating the power to save heaven and earth!
"This aura—?!"
"Wrong!!"
The Buddhist Bodhisattvas, who were engaged in a fierce battle with sixteen righteous True Lord and whose situation was already slightly disrupted by a sudden attack from a demonic True Lord, were now facing a crisis.
At that moment, Qi Qi's expression changed drastically!
From that seemingly ordinary three-foot-long sword, they sensed a certain level of familiarity—an aura.
The realm of the True Lord, which shares the same origin as the World-Honored One's Handwritten Scripture but takes a completely opposite path!
"Puff!!!"
Below, the Crown Prince of Southern Yin, who was holding a piece of white paper in both hands, suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood!
Not only that, but blood was also flowing from all seven of his orifices.
The incredibly sturdy gray monk's robe he wore was now shattering into pieces, revealing the skin beneath.
That once smooth and jade-like skin was now covered with dense, cracked bloodstains, like those on porcelain!
Deep within each bloodstain, a lofty and awe-inspiring white Sword Intent faintly emanated, as if it wanted to completely tear apart and disintegrate his Supreme Dao Foundation body, which bore the dragon's energy, from the inside out!
The power above the True Lord.
Even if it's just released through a piece of white paper that has sealed a wisp of its "Sword Intent".
Even if the target is not himself, the residual power he naturally exudes is something that a Great True Person cannot easily withstand!
That's why he needs to seek cooperation with Qi Yun.
Only by joining forces, with the "supreme" characteristics of their Dao Foundation foundations supporting and sharing each other, could the two Supreme Dao Foundation holders barely manage to stabilize themselves amidst the aftershocks of this level of power.
Unfortunately, that devil got away too quickly.
The Crown Prince of Southern Yin felt dizzy and his Divine Soul felt as if it were being pierced by millions of ice needles.
But he gritted his teeth and maintained his last shred of clarity with immense willpower, holding the piece of white paper, which had begun to glow faintly from its edges, high in the air with both hands as if they were cast in metal.
"Clang!!!"
The three-foot-long sword hanging above the white paper moved.
There was no earth-shattering momentum, no extraordinary phenomenon tearing through the void.
It simply transformed into a pure, unadulterated white line, like the most expressive stroke in a painter's brush, gently extending towards the distant figure of the World-Honored One.
The speed was so fast that it transcended thought, so fast that "distance" seemed to lose its meaning at that moment.
One moment it was still above the white paper.
In the next instant, it was already "close" to the World-Honored One's figure, surrounded by the vast, ocean-like, and supreme golden Buddha light!
The Buddha's light surged, attempting to block and dissolve this inconspicuous "white line".
However, wherever the white line passed, the domineering and incomparable Buddha light seemed to have encountered its nemesis, silently separating to both sides, fading, and disappearing!
It's as if this blade of ordinary iron was born with the power to "slay Buddhas"!
The sword tip pointed directly at the World-Honored One's brow, which was shrouded in a halo and gazed indifferently downwards!
Just as the tip of the white sword was about to touch the halo between the World-Honored One's eyebrows, at the critical moment when even time seemed to freeze.
Mutation, regeneration!
The World-Honored One's figure sits cross-legged beside a twelve-petaled golden lotus.
The void, which had been suppressed so firmly by its supreme power, rippled slightly without warning, like waves on water.
A humanoid silhouette, even more ethereal and otherworldly than the World-Honored One's figure, seemingly drawn from the purest light and shadow, stepped out from the rippling void.
The figure's face was obscured, and its clothing was simple.
Only his eyes remained perfectly clear.
What eyes they were!
Cold, indifferent, pure, and sharp.
In his eyes, there are no things, no living beings, no compassion, and no tyranny.
Only swords.
There is only one way—absolute sharpness—that cuts through everything, destroys all laws, and points directly to the source!
He held out his right hand, then slowly grasped the unremarkable three-foot-long sword.
Then he raised his eyes and looked at the figure of the World-Honored One sitting on a golden lotus behind him.
The sword tip was pointed at his brow.
A calm, clear voice, devoid of any emotional fluctuation, softly echoed in this chaotic world, "You, are you courting death?"