Greater Yin?!

Zhang Xuan listened to his junior brother's words, then slowly raised his eyes, his gaze sweeping over the distant sea of clouds.

When it landed back on his junior brother, it already carried an added layer of indifference, as if he had seen through the ways of the world.

His Daoist robes fluttered without wind, and he stood still like a solitary peak, his stillness and the cycle of birth and death growing ever more profound.

There was a feeling that my senior brother was clearly right in front of me, yet he seemed to be far away in the heavens, otherworldly and detached, like a heartless immortal banished to heaven.

His tone was calm and even, without a trace of reproach, like a low chant of a Daoist scripture, yet every word struck Zhang Chen's heart.

"When everyone knows what is beautiful, ugliness is revealed. When everyone knows what is good, evil is revealed."

After saying this, Zhang Xuan closed his eyes slightly. When he opened them again, all the emotions surging deep in his eyes had vanished, leaving only a deep and unfathomable calm.

The voice was soft and gentle, carrying a hint of desolation as if looking down upon all living beings.

"If one does not dwell high in the heavens, one will not see the people kneeling in devout worship; one should know that the world is full of things that are sought but not obtained."

He paused, his gaze gently falling on Zhang Chen. Beneath that calm exterior lay a tenderness and affection that even his Dao Heart could not suppress.

"I have severed all worldly ties, all worldly ties have vanished, though my heart is already as still as water... I can even watch all living beings perish, turning to dust in a hundred or a thousand years, a heartless, ungrateful, scheming abbot..."

His voice trailed off slightly, a soft gurgle rising in Zhang Xuan's throat, and when he finally uttered the second half of the sentence, a barely perceptible hint of melancholy finally crept into his tone.

"But for you, I am still your senior... old memories still linger in my heart."

After saying that, he let out a long breath.

No more mention of obstruction, no more talk of safety.

The rest is clear: I won't stop you; just go your own way.

But in his heart, he had also made a decision.

No matter what, Great Peace Temple is your home. Even if the world abandons you, your senior brother will risk his life to protect even a trace of your true spirit!

Perhaps sensing his senior brother's feelings, Zhang Chen remained silent for a long time, then smiled, trying to change the subject.

"Senior brother, don't be so pessimistic. I've always wanted to be a carefree, idle Daoist priest who loves to teach... I don't care about the common people at all..."

Seeing that his senior brother remained unmoved, Zhang Chen took a slight step back and began to talk about other things.

"Senior brother, do you still remember the [Autumn Sun Blood] created by Qiu Yan?"

"It's time for Wei Imperial House Mingyang, that kid, to get involved too."

Zhang Xuan nodded.

"Of course I know. That [All Things Live] is a tacit understanding with the Ye Clan. To live to old age is to be a thief, and Huainan is a thorn in the side of the Ye Clan."

"Indeed, since ancient times, to defend the Yangtze River, one must also defend the Huai River. Huainan, a corner of the region, controls the throat of the Jiangnan the Huainan. In addition, Huainan is a stronghold of the Sima Clan, where troops can advance to cross the river or retreat to defend their strategic positions."

Zhang Chen smiled slightly.

"That person from the Ye Household never does anything pointless."

"Most of the seventy-two Mingyang Decoy Tomb have been cleared away, after all, they were usurpers who seized power illegitimately!"

Those three Sima Clan have been watching for who knows how many years, all for the sake of Mingyang —to eliminate him completely!

a long time.

Zhang Xuan spoke softly.

"Whether it is possible or not, it is all up to fate."

"The Sima Clan has been more of a benefactor than a enemy to me. My senior brother has also accumulated a lot of karma over the years. The fact that he can now turn a deaf ear and watch the outcome unfold is already an act of siding with his own people rather than with what is right."

Zhang Chen smiled gently.

"Senior brother is still as witty as ever. What's the difference between saying nothing and saying nothing at all?"

A faint crimson hue spreads deep within the Wind Abyss Ruin Realm, and the cracks eroded by the Cangxuan are growing ever narrower.

For two consecutive years, the border between Qi and Yin was engulfed in war, resulting in widespread destruction.

On the battlefield, the axle shafts stretched for thousands of miles, and banners blotted out the sky.

Immortal disciples and Rogue Cultivator sects—it's a life-or-death struggle.

The rest were manifested by the power of the two sword styles, the benevolent and the domineering, confronting each other.

Golden light surged like a tide, and the phantom images of countless people emerged from the clouds—a manifestation of the Great Qi's Zhanlu rule and the virtue of the kingly way.

Crimson as fire, an overbearing will soared to the sky, sword intent like a bolt of lightning cutting through the heavens, revealing the might of the Tai'e and its domineering power.

When the two sword techniques clashed, heaven and earth were torn apart.

Boom--!!

The sword light and Sword-Ray collided with a deafening roar, and the resulting impact blasted craters hundreds or even thousands of feet deep into the ground below.

The winds and clouds surged, turning into a sky full of dust and mist.

Two figures passed each other in the dust and mist.

Li Tian, Yin Huan.

The two retreated a hundred feet each, facing each other in mid-air.

Li Tian's complexion remained normal, and his breathing was deep and even.

Yin Huan's tiger's mouth split open, and blood flowed down the sword.

But he did not back down.

The Tai'e Sword trembled and emitted a deep hum, as did the Zhanlu.

Something deeper and more mysterious emerged.

Li Tian's pupils constricted slightly, his expression changed, and he thought to himself.

Two years have passed, and we've finally reached this point.

As their swordplay intertwined, an indescribable change was taking place between heaven and earth.

The change was so subtle that he would have been completely unaware of it had he not received guidance from an adult.

Li Tian's thoughts shifted, but he didn't reveal the slightest change on his face.

"It's been a long time. Brother Yin's swordsmanship has improved so much."

Yin Huan did not answer.

He simply held his sword horizontally across his chest, staring intently at what was behind Li Tian.

There, two more figures stood suspended in mid-air.

A deep, dark blue aura surrounded him, with the phantom of a dragon swirling around him.

A mysterious chaos, Bifeng, Yin Fire covered the world.

Sima Ruiming.

Ye Jinyu.

In two years, neither of them actually made a move.

Each sat in their respective positions, coldly observing the battle between the armies of the two dynasties below. Blood flowed like rivers, and the battlefield was filled with resentment and the mingled Blood Qi. They watched as the two emperors clashed with each other.

Their mere presence here was like two towering mountains, pressing down on everyone's heads.

Yin Huan knew that what truly determined the course of this war was never the outcome of his battle against Li Tian.

It was a game of chess between the two of them.

At that moment, Ye Jinyu seemed to sense his gaze and lowered her eyes slightly.

His gaze was calm as still water, seemingly untouched by any emotion.

But Yin Huan understood its meaning.

Victory means survival! Defeat...

Yin Huan gripped Tai'e tightly, and blood flowed more and more, staining the sword and his robes red.

The sword trembled even more violently.

Meanwhile, Sima Ruiming finally spoke, his warm smile startling Ye Jinyu Ye Jinyu.

"Brother Jinyu, the fates of the two dynasties can be summed up in nothing more than the raising of the Emperor's Sword."

With the tide turning in our favor, why insist on going our own way?

It's best to avoid doing things that are detrimental to the unity of Cangxuan.

This should actually be the first formal dialogue between the two; their previous standoffs were merely oversight.

The communication was all done through messengers, a situation where people would hurl insults and curses at each other online, only to meet for the first time in person.

For a moment, there was a sense of awkwardness between them.

Ye Jinyu raised an eyebrow, thinking to herself.

If we put everything else aside, Sima Ruiming, on the surface, is not actually that repulsive; on the contrary, he is handsome and dashing. However, he exudes an air of nobility from within, which makes him appear arrogant.

Of course, we can't abandon it.

Not to mention that the Sima Clan and Ye Clan families had a long-standing feud, it was a grudge where if you died, I would want to raze your family graves to the ground.

And then there are the increasingly intense rumors, involving the three major immortal clans, and including keywords like "fiancée"... Sigh.

He himself has become a womanizing playboy, his reputation ruined. What will become of Sima Ruiming's reputation then?

Ye Jinyu believed that if she encountered such a situation, she would not be able to remain as calm and composed as Sima Ruiming.

Not swearing is already a sign of high quality, and being able to call out that affectionate "Jinyu" is quite impressive.

One has to admire such composure and the ability to keep one's emotions hidden.

"Oh? For the sake of unity within Cangxuan, we need to reconcile? Then, what else does Ruiming have to say about the matter with Qingying?"

Ye Jinyu nodded, a naive and innocent smile spreading across her face, and asked.

Sima Ruiming's face immediately darkened, his complexion turning slightly red. He bit his lip tightly, and his originally deep blue Law Power seemed to intensify.

Not far from the battlefield, in the void separating the two worlds, the Blood Qi of soldiers who died fighting between the two dynasties kept surging in.

A person sat cross-legged in the void, his Blood Qi surging around him.

The Blood Qi was thick as paste and blazing like the sun, yet it carried an indescribable sense of desolation and sorrow.

It is the setting sun at dusk in autumn, the last brilliance before all things wither away.

Nourished by the Blood Qi of all living beings, and using himself as a furnace, he forged a wisp of extraordinary true essence that was both extremely yang and intense, yet also extremely sorrowful and cold.

Blood Qi, watching the increasingly thick and intense red light.

A scene faintly appeared in the red light.

A peach grove, seemingly of the Qingmu peach type, is Ye Zhanqiu's beloved spirit, a witness to this.

Deep within the peach grove, there is a small courtyard.

A person stood in front of the courtyard.

The person had their back to him, so his face was obscured; all that could be seen was a blue robe, its color clear and lonely, swaying gently in the wind.

The man seemed to sense his gaze and turned his head slightly.

But he still didn't turn back.

He simply opened his mouth and murmured:

"The mist obscures the pavilions, the moon crosses the misty river, Peach Blossom Spring Gaze is nowhere to be found."

How can one bear the chill of spring in a lonely inn, with the setting Setting Sun Dusk amidst the cuckoo's cry?

As soon as the words were spoken, the image disappeared.

At the same time, the Blood Qi around Wei Ming's body also subsided and gathered in his eyes.

He opened his eyes, his pupils a deep crimson, a hint of surprise hidden in them.

"The Emperor's Sword is about to be completed, the Mingyang will show its mercy, and the suspected tomb will soon appear."

"What do you mean by this omen of the Greater Yin... Master?"

"Shouldn't this be a Mingyang's favor?!"

"This Mist Pavilions, this Moonlight Labyrinthine Crossing Peach Blossom Spring Severed, this Lone Lodge Cold, this Setting Sun Dusk... could it be a prophecy of the Greater Yin, hazy and bewildering?"