Profound Heart Orthodox Unity Forbidden Art!
The million Devil Cultivator, trembling with fear.
The deathly silence was so thick it felt almost tangible, pressing down on everyone's hearts, making even breathing difficult.
The fleeting bright yellow light and the image of the Netherworld True Person silently turning into ashes were etched into the Divine Soul of every witness, like a brand that could not be erased.
What is that?
No one could see the trajectory of that attack.
No one sensed any fluctuations in Law Power.
Only in that instant, an instinctive tremor from the deepest part of their Divine Soul told them that it was a terror they had never seen or even imagined in their lives.
At the top of the cliff, Qi Yun withdrew his gaze.
He stood with his hands behind his back, his dark blue Daoist robe remaining perfectly still in the eerie wind of the rift valley.
Those clear, black-and-white eyes lowered slightly, sweeping over the million Devil Cultivator below.
No one dared to meet his gaze.
Those infamous, ruthless Old Devil, those cold-blooded assassins who see life and death as nothing, those evil cultivators who practice bizarre and Secret Method and have long forgotten the Evil Cultivator of fear—
At that moment, everyone bowed their heads.
Like all beasts meeting their king.
Qi Yun spoke slowly, his voice not loud, yet clearly carrying across the vast wilderness, reaching the ears of every Devil Cultivator: "Since there is no doubt—"
He paused slightly, a turbulent undercurrent seeming to surge deep within his cyan-gold eyes. "Move out."
The two words fell as if a divine mandate had been bestowed upon the world.
The next instant, "Boom!!!"
A million Devil Cultivator moved simultaneously!
It wasn't a chaotic surge, but rather the awakening of a colossal creature that had slumbered for millennia, finally opening its eyes and stretching its limbs!
The first thing to move was the ground beneath our feet.
The gray-brown, frost-covered wasteland began to tremble without warning!
At first, it was just a slight tremor, like the prelude to a war drum; then the tremor intensified, turning into a violent earthquake, with countless thick cracks spreading wildly in all directions like a spider web!
Thick black smoke billowed from the depths of the crack!
The thick, black smoke, pungent and foul-smelling, was the embers of demonic Sha Qi, resentful spirits, and broken Dao Foundation that had accumulated deep within the earth's veins over millennia. It was finally unleashed by the combined energy of a million Devil Cultivator simultaneously practicing their Cultivation Method!
Black smoke billowed into the sky, gathering, churning, and expanding above the wasteland!
In the blink of an eye, a pitch-black demonic cloud covering the vast sky and obscuring the sun, moon, and stars suddenly took shape!
The demonic clouds rolled in, like a boiling sea of ink!
Deep within the clouds, countless grotesque and twisted phantom faces could be faintly seen rising and falling, shrieking.
Lightning flashed at the edge of the clouds!
It got dark.
The dark clouds hung so low, it seemed you could reach out and touch them; they pressed down so heavily, every breath carrying a suffocating sense of oppression.
A sudden gust of wind arose!
The howling wind, like the wailing of ghosts, carried a bone-chilling cold and a sweet, pungent stench of blood, sweeping across every inch of the wasteland.
The wind carried sand, ice chips, and broken bones, along with the lingering howls of vengeful spirits that have never dissipated.
Beneath those rolling demonic clouds, a million Devil Cultivator soared into the sky!
Some were hidden in the pitch-black shadows, only occasionally flashing a blurry outline in the faint light filtering through the cracks in the clouds; some rode flying swords forged from the spines of living people, their blades still dripping with undried blood; some were surrounded by the piercing screams of infant spirits, and with each step they took, a crimson pool bloomed in the void.
This is a demonic tide!
It is a torrent of demonic cultivators, composed of millions of demonic cultivators, powerful enough to change the world and overturn mountains and rivers!
This torrent, led by the Wuji Sacred Sect and supported by the Azure Sect, Phoenix Helm, and Yellow Springs Netherworld, carried with it the resentment, hatred, and unwillingness that had accumulated over ten thousand years in the Northwest, as well as the madness and ambition that were finally being released. It swept eastward toward that fertile land that had been occupied by the righteous path of the Central Land for ten thousand years!
The earth receded rapidly beneath my feet, and the mountains seemed to flow backward!
Wherever it passed, the sky changed color and the earth sank!
Birds and beasts fled in panic; those that couldn't escape were instantly obliterated by the overwhelming demonic pressure, turning into a bloody mist that was then swallowed by the swirling black wind.
Rivers, lakes, and seas, even without wind, waves rise to hundreds of feet high, and aquatic creatures float to the surface belly up, only to be instantly corroded into white bones by the viscous, malevolent Sha Qi;
Even the Spirit Vein buried deep underground trembled with mournful cries, as if sensing the approach of destruction!
What a magnificent and terrifying sight this was!
A million Devil Cultivator flew together, blotting out the sky and the sun!
The billowing, demonic clouds surged as if the sky were collapsing!
That overwhelming demonic force swept across the heavens and earth, causing all living beings within a radius of ten thousand miles, regardless of their cultivation level, to feel a tremor originating from their very life instincts!
That was a sign of impending doom!
That was the suffocating feeling of impending doom!
The demonic dynasty marches forward with unstoppable momentum.
Three days and three nights, traversing tens of thousands of miles of mountains and rivers.
The barren and desolate land in the Northwest was gradually replaced by a different scene in front of the Demon Dynasty.
At the horizon, the gray-brown Gobi Desert and rugged mountains are no longer visible; instead, a verdant outline can be faintly seen.
That's a tree.
That's grass.
That is life.
The Central Land are approaching.
However, just as the Demon Dynasty's vanguard was about to step out of the last natural barrier in the Northwest and truly enter that fertile land, "Whoosh!!!"
An indescribable buzzing sound, like the first chime of a bell at the beginning of time, exploded out!
The next moment!
A golden light.
A magnificent, grand, and dazzling golden light, too bright to look at directly, rose up from the horizon without warning!
The golden light initially appeared as a thin line, as fine as a hair, yet it shone as if it contained all the light and righteousness in the world!
It expanded, grew, and spread rapidly!
Like an invisible wall, it rose up suddenly between heaven and earth!
Just three breaths!
A vast golden barrier, stretching from the heavens to the Nine Nethers, loomed between the Demon Dynasty and the Central Land!
The barrier was entirely pale gold, with a flowing halo, like the light of billions of suns compressed, condensed, and forged into a boundless wall of light!
On the surface of the light wall, countless golden characters appeared, flowed, and vanished!
Each character is as large as a house, with simple and upright strokes, exuding a noble and Vast Righteous Qi that has endured through the ages!
These words, densely packed and interconnected, come together to form a magnificent work, sentence by sentence, paragraph by paragraph, and chapter by chapter!
They flowed slowly across the golden barrier, like long golden rivers composed of words, resounding with clear and melodious readings!
That sound was not a single sound, but a vast and celestial sound formed by the convergence of countless sounds!
There were voices that were aged, voices that were young, deep male voices, clear female voices, voices that were still childlike, and voices that were etched with the marks of time—
All voices converged, reciting this magnificent masterpiece that embodies the righteous spirit of heaven and earth, the principles of human relations, and the teachings of sages!
"Heaven and earth possess righteous energy, which manifests in various forms."
Below are rivers and mountains, above are the sun and stars.
"To man is to be vast and righteous, filling the boundless sky and the heavens."
"The imperial road should be clear and peaceful, embracing harmony and revealing the bright court. True character is revealed in times of adversity—its deeds will be recorded in history—"
The sound of recitation, clear as bells and chimes, vast as rivers and seas, echoed between heaven and earth, cleansing away all evil and filth!
Behind the golden barrier, countless figures stood in the void!
Those are cultivators from the righteous path of the Central Land!
They stood behind that magnificent golden light, their auras ranging from pure and upright to sharp and fierce, from gentle and warm to profound and weighty.
At this moment, they all converged in one place, transforming into a mighty force that rivaled even the mighty demonic path!
The group at the head were a group of elderly men dressed in wide-sleeved robes and wearing Confucian caps.
They stood with their hands behind their backs at the forefront, their heads held high, piercing through the vast golden light, staring directly at the overwhelming, surging demonic dynasty.
In those eyes, there was no fear, no retreat, only a steadfast determination that has endured through the ages.
Like a reef, facing towering waves.
The vanguard of the Demon Dynasty suddenly froze.
A million Devil Cultivator, suspended in the void, gazed at the vast golden light that separated heaven and earth, feeling the aura emanating from that golden light...
The Vast Righteous Qi, specifically designed to suppress demonic aura, displayed various expressions.
There was solemnity, apprehension, surprise, and also a frenzied eagerness to try.
Rolling demonic clouds and radiant golden light formed a suffocating standoff on the edge of this wasteland that was about to become a battlefield.
Silence lasted for several breaths.
"Profound Heart Orthodox Unity Forbidden Art"
A calm voice rang out from the forefront of the Demon Clan.
The sound was not loud, but it clearly pierced through the barrier of the vast golden light and reached the ears of every righteous cultivator.
Qi Yun stood with his hands behind his back, his deep blue Daoist robe remaining perfectly still amidst the demonic clouds and raging winds.
Those vast, azure-gold eyes calmly gazed at the golden barrier separating heaven and earth, at the magnificent work composed of countless golden characters, and at the countless righteous cultivators standing proudly behind the barrier.
A faint smile slowly curved his lips, a smile that contained neither fear nor gravity, but only an all-knowing indifference and...
It's clear.
"The Hao Ran Holy Land has really revealed all its secrets."
He spoke softly, his voice remaining calm.
Beside him, True Person Qianxin's expression was solemn as he whispered, "The Profound Heart Orthodox Unity Forbidden Art, the supreme technique of the Hao Ran Holy Land."
It is said that this formation can gather the hearts and divine mandate of heaven, earth, and the people, transforming them into a mighty barrier.
Unless the True Lord intervenes—"
He paused, then didn't continue.
Qi Yun nodded slightly, his gaze still fixed on the golden light barrier.
"Unless the True Lord intervenes, no one can break through it."
He spoke the second half of the sentence for True Person Qianxin.
At this moment, there was no ripple in the depths of those azure-gold eyes, only an unfathomable calm.
It was as if he had anticipated this scene.
At the very same moment that the Northwest Demon Dynasty and the Central Land Righteous Path confronted each other across that vast golden light, on the shores of the Eastern Sea...
The seawater suddenly boiled!
Countless thick water columns shot into the sky, and within each water column, the shadowy figure of a dragon could be faintly seen swimming and slithering!
On the sea, countless sea creatures surged forth like a tide!
Shrimp soldiers and crab generals clad in black armor and wielding tridents formed a menacing battle formation, their Sha Qi aura soaring to the heavens.
There are sea tamers who ride giant whales and ferocious sharks, their roaring beasts stirring up the winds and clouds;
A true dragon, suspended in the void and entwined with the Dao of Water, gazed coldly down at the distant land about to be ignited by war!
At the very forefront of the sea race army, in the void, three towering figures stood side by side.
The person on the left is middle-aged, with a simple and unsophisticated face, high brow bones, and long, narrow eyes with fine, dragon-scale-like natural lines extending from the corners of their eyes to their temples.
Dressed in a simple, dark blue, wide-sleeved robe, his ink-black hair was casually tied up with a single icy dragon tendon. It was none other than the North Sea Dragon Lord.
The figure in the middle was even more imposing, with a dragon's head and a human body, prominent horns, and eyes like two miniature blue suns. He exuded a dragon's might that was even more domineering and ancient than that of the North Sea Dragon Lord.
That was a wisp of the will of the Eastern Sea Dragon Lord. Although it was not the real Dragon King himself, it was enough to suppress a region.
On the right is a tall, slender man dressed in a fiery red robe. His face is handsome yet otherworldly, and his eyes reveal an innate intensity and arrogance.
A faint crimson flame flickered around him, sizzling as it touched the seawater, yet he felt no discomfort; instead, there was a strange harmony of water and fire merging together.
It was none other than the South Sea Dragon Lord, the legendary master of the South Sea lineage who was rumored to be secretly colluding with the Northwest Demonic Path and harboring grand ambitions.
The three dragon lords stood side by side, with an endless army of sea creatures behind them.
Their gazes pierced through the void, landing in the direction of the Central Land.
That was where the magnificent golden light rose.
A cold glint flashed in the Eastern Sea Dragon Lord's azure, sun-like eyes, and his voice was deep and resonant like the tolling of an ancient bell. "Those pedantic scholars from the Hao Ran Holy Land, they're quite willing to spend."
The North Sea Dragon Lord spoke slowly, his voice as cold as a deep sea current. "The Profound Heart Orthodox Unity Forbidden Art is indeed troublesome."
The South Sea Dragon Lord chuckled, a hint of amusement and arrogance in his smile, "So what if you're troublesome?"
"Even if those pedantic scholars possess extraordinary abilities, how long can they hold off my Dragon Clan when the three seas converge?"
He paused, his crimson eyes gazing at the faint golden light in the distance, a sinister smile curving his lips, "Besides—we're not the only ones eyeing this piece of meat."
As soon as the words fell, the endless sea army behind the three dragon lords roared into action!
Meanwhile, as the sea creatures set off on their journey along the shores of the Eastern Sea, in a more distant overseas land, in a hidden Pure Land shrouded in the golden light of boundless willpower.
A vast will slowly awakens.
That's a Buddhist monk.
These were the Buddhist bodhisattvas who were forcibly expelled from the Central Land by the Qingyuan True Lord Wendao with a "one-year period".
At this moment, the illusory figures of Bodhisattvas stood in the Pure Land, their gazes piercing through the void, also looking towards the Central Land.
That which was separated by the vast golden light was their "place of spreading the Dharma," their "Buddhist kingdom on earth" that they had cultivated for thirty years.
Now, however, it is occupied by a group of "Outer Dao" people.
On the three faces of the Wrathful Wisdom King Bodhisattva, a cold and ferocious smile simultaneously appeared, "The Righteous Path of the Central Plains —The Demonic Path of the Northwest—The Dragon Overseas Dragon Clan— "
He paused, then his voice, like thunder, echoed through the Pure Land: "Fight, fight—"
The more exciting the fight, the better.
"Wait until you both suffer heavy losses—"
"This Central Land is, after all, the land where my Buddhist Order spreads its teachings!"