Severing the Mortal World

This object is named "Manifest First Light Wheel." It is Spirit Treasure of the Great Yang, signifying "the most manifest under heaven."

As Cang Lan's voice fell, the halo suddenly expanded, transforming into a true crimson sun, hanging above the Great Void, its rays shooting out like billions of golden needles at the same time.

Su Yao suddenly felt a white light flash before his eyes.

That light shone through the Greater Yin.

It doesn't penetrate, it shines through.

No matter how deeply the Greater Yin is hidden, it is still yin.

When the Great Yang shines, the shadows dissipate.

The inky black night was torn to shreds under the blazing red sun, with countless fine rays of light pouring in from the cracks, slicing the darkness into countless fragments.

The Greater Yin Treasure was broken, and Su Yao's figure was revealed.

But Su Yao is still inside the Spring and Autumn and Autumn Archives, his body seemingly transparent.

His "presence" has fallen out of the Greater Yin, but his "traces" are still hidden in the Spring and Autumn.

Cang Lan, however, was not in a hurry.

The crimson sun slowly rotated, and its light suddenly gained weight.

Like a towering, radiant mountain, it pressed down upon Su Yao.

"The Spring and Autumn Annals preserve history, but what it preserves is 'traces'," Cang Lan's voice came from behind the great sun, unhurried and calm. "But there's nothing new under the Great Yang; the Great Yang illuminates history."

History is the history of man. The Immortal Dao has its history, and so does the human world. The Great Yang shines on everything, and even the Great Void has nowhere to hide; the Great Yang illuminates the human world, and nothing in the human world can conceal itself.

The light fell upon Su Yao, seeping into his "traces" like flowing water.

Those traces, those causes and effects, those past events hidden within the Spring and Autumn Annals, under the Great Yang's rays, emerge like old books exposed to the elements, their words clearly visible.

Su Yao's "traces" were revealed from the archives of the Spring and Autumn and Autumn Annals.

The Greater Yin -Yang treasure has been broken, and the Spring and Autumn and Autumn treasure has also been broken.

Su Yao groaned, falling out of the double concealment and once again exposed to the net of the Ten Thousand People Sieve and the illumination of the Manifest First Light Wheel.

The Great Yin Feather Robe emitted a soft mournful cry, and countless fine scorch marks appeared on its surface, like feathers scorched by flames, curled, blackened, and peeling off.

"The Greater Yin the greatest concealment under heaven. The Spring and Autumn Annals are history, concealing traces. But Great Yang is the greatest manifestation under heaven." Cang Lan looked at him, his gaze calm as still water. "Using manifestation to break concealment is the natural order of things. It seems that the Master's feathered robe will be difficult to use again for some time."

Su Yao's face was pale, and blood was seeping from the corner of his mouth.

The scorch marks on the Great Yin Feather Robe were still expanding, and its spiritual energy was fading at an almost visible rate. He had no choice but to withdraw it and dared not release it again.

This protective Spirit Treasure will likely require at least several years of nurturing and care to recover from this day forward.

"Master, are we still going to run?" Cang Lan stood with his hands behind his back, the crimson sun above his head shining brightly, illuminating every Ten Thousand People Sieve.

Su Yao remained silent, only slowly tightening his grip on the Zhengji Sword.

Deep within the Qi Sea, the orange talisman "Luminous Sword Heart" on the second face of the seven-sided Prism remained lit, like an undying star.

For the past five days, he appeared to be fleeing for his life, but in reality, he was constantly using this talisman to Crimson Dawn Unstained Night-Illuminating Clear Light Sword intent.

In the past few days, apart from their initial encounter, he has never drawn his sword.

It wasn't that he couldn't strike, but rather that every single sword strike was suppressed by him.

Each sword was pressed back into its sheath, then back into the dantian, and finally submerged into the orange talisman.

Luminous Sword Heart.

It reflects one's true self, and clarifies external things.

Over the past five days, Su Yao's heart has gone from initial shock and anger, to anxiety in the middle, to calmness later on, until now, it is as still as an ancient well.

But the calmer he was, the purer his Sword Intent became.

Each time he fled, each time he was injured, each time he was forced to retreat by the worldly energy, his Sword Intent became more refined.

Like a piece of divine iron, it is placed in a furnace and forged, folded, and hammered day and night without ceasing.

Su Yao opened his eyes.

A light shone in his eyes.

Extremely faint, extremely pure, like the first rays of dawn breaking through the gap between heaven and earth before sunrise.

That light was not the glow of dawn, nor the light of the Three Yangs, nor the radiance of any Immortal Dao Law Technique.

That was the Sword Intent of the Azure Firmament Netherworld.

It was the Sword Intent that had been accumulating for five days and five nights, and had been intertwined with the "Luminous Sword Heart" talisman for five days.

The crimson sun remains unblemished, its clear light shining through the night.

"Senior Cang Lan," Su Yao spoke, his voice hoarse yet carrying an unusual calm, "You chased me for five days and five nights, but have you ever considered why I didn't draw my sword even once afterward?"

Cang Lan paused.

Su Yao did not wait for his reply.

His right hand gripped the hilt of the Zhengji Sword.

"Because of this one sword strike, I've been saving it up since the first day I started my escape."

"Zheng!"

The Zhengji Sword was drawn once more.

The sound of the sword was extremely clear and melodious, like the roar of a dragon, the cry of a phoenix, or the cry of a crane from the heavens. The sound pierced through the net of the Ten Thousand People Sieve, through the light of the Manifest First Light Wheel, through the mortal world, and pierced straight towards Cang Lan's brow.

Seeing this, Cang Lan's expression became even more serious.

Even before the sword was unleashed, the mere sound of its cry was enough to make him abandon all his contempt.

Su Yao gripped the sword with both hands and raised it high.

At the tip of the sword, an extremely thin, bright, and pure sword light slowly shone, like a new star being born in the Great Void.

When the sword light first appeared, it was only about an inch long, but with each inch it rose, it expanded, and with each inch it expanded, it became brighter.

In the end, the sword light resembled a small Great Yang, yet it was completely different from the crimson sun above Cang Lan's head.

It was cold, still, clear, and untouched by any dust.

"The Crimson Dawn Unstained Night-Illuminating Clear Light Sword."

Su Yao uttered these eight words softly, and then slashed down with his sword.

But this sword strike did not reach Cang Lan.

The sword light darted like a serpent, returning to Su Yao's back in the blink of an eye, slashing towards the surging, sea-like aura of mortal life behind him.

Cang Lan's expression changed drastically. "You!"

The sword flashed.

"Sizzle!"

The sound was extremely soft and delicate, like cloth being sliced by a sharp blade, or thin ice being tapped by a jade ruler.

Yet this extremely soft and subtle sound caused the entire Great Void to tremble.

That boundless mortal aura, that sea of mortals woven from the wishes of billions of people, the phantoms of countless citizens, and the vital energy of Human Dao, was forcibly cleaved open by this sword.

The crack was initially only about a foot wide, but the Sword Intent at its edge continued to burn and expand. The clear sword light flickered like flames, stretching the crack inch by inch, forcefully carving out a path in this mortal world.

Su Yao swayed, almost losing his balance.

This single sword strike nearly exhausted his five days' worth of accumulated power.

But he gritted his teeth and persevered.

"Right now!"

He gave a low shout in his heart, Transforming Azure Bracelet on his wrist suddenly lit up.

The azure light gushed forth from the bracelet like a spring, but instead of transforming directly into a beast form, it first turned into a cloud of azure light mist, gradually propping up the edge of the crack, like two pillars holding up a door that was about to close.

Qingxuan and Yidao.

Su Yao silently recited these four words in his heart.

Qingxuan Daoyi is one of the two High Antiquity shamans. Shamans communicate with heaven and earth and invoke the spirits.

Those who offer prayers pray for blessings, the Dispel Calamity calamities, and the warding off of misfortune.

The Qingxuan sect primarily focuses on "praying for blessings Dispel Calamity."

The moment the blue Qingyang leaped out from within the Transforming Azure Bracelet, Su Yao felt an extremely gentle and warm power envelop his entire body.

That power was neither Law Power nor spiritual, but something more ancient and primordial.

That was a matter of "luck".

The Qingyang's four hooves sprang to life, and it raised its head and bleated.

The sound was clear and melodious, like the first rumble of spring thunder. The azure figure, carrying Su Yao, shot out from the rift in the mortal world torn open by the Sword Intent, like a streak of azure lightning piercing the long night!

The net of the Ten Thousand People Sieve closed behind Qingyang, Manifest First Light Wheel chased after Qingyang, and the aura of the mortal world surged behind Qingyang.

But that Qingyang was too fast.

It's not just about speed.

The azure light emanating from it, like a flowing auspicious light, protected Su Yao within it. The mortal aura, the phantoms of the people, and the light of the people's wishes that pursued him fell upon the azure light, just like snow falling on warm jade, all sliding off without being able to penetrate it in the slightest.

This is for "Dispel Calamity".

The practice of Qingxuan for blessings and warding Dispel Calamity was fully realized by this Qingyang at this moment.

"Qingxuan's path..." Cang Lan's voice revealed anger for the first time, "Fine! Fine, fine, a prayer to Dispel Calamity! But how long can a mere Purple Mansion with Divine Ability ward off disaster?!"

He took a step forward, his figure as swift as the wind, relentlessly pursuing.

That Manifest First Light Wheel was like a veil, its light spreading like a vast, all-encompassing net, constantly illuminating the figures of Su Yao and Qingyang.

Su Yao lay on the back of the Qingyang, feeling a dull ache in his internal organs.

Although Qingyang was fast and Qingxuan was skillful, he was ultimately three realms lower than Cang Lan in terms of Divine Ability abilities.

He can escape for a while, but he can't escape forever.

After the Qingyang had been running for most of the day, the auspicious blue light began to dim. The power of prayer to Dispel Calamity is ultimately limited. But the Cang Lan mortal world seems endless.

Behind me, the mortal world has arrived.

Cang Lan emerged from the turbulent world of people's wishes and worldly affairs, his blue robe fluttering in the wind, his face indifferent. His chest rose and fell slightly; the pursuit of most of the day had clearly taken its toll on him.

But he was ultimately Great True Person.

The Great True Person with the Four Divine Abilities.

"Su Yao," he suddenly spoke, addressing him by his given name instead of as Abbot, "I didn't want to kill you."

Su Yao didn't turn around, but lay on the back of the Qingyang, breathing heavily.

"But now, even if I don't want to kill, I have no choice but to."

Cang Lan's voice was calm.

Su Yao's heart sank.

He knew that the other party wouldn't hold back this time.

Cang Lan slowly raised his left hand, and the crimson-gold halo unfolded in the air, transforming back into a crimson sun that hung high above Su Yao's head, its light like billions of needles, firmly pinning him to the spot.

In his right hand, a longbow brimming with the sharp energy of the Geng Metal appeared.

The bowstring was drawn taut, the arrow tip aimed straight at Su Yao's back.