The Blade-Wielding Legend

The passage to the Daluo Law Realm was forcibly torn open, and the resulting anomalies rapidly spread.

At sea, Astra Bane Qi suddenly went berserk.

Without warning, the calm sea surface rose up into water walls several feet high, which then exploded into monstrous waves.

Along the southeastern coast, several auxiliary fleets fully equipped and intending to risk crossing the sea route to thrust into the rear of Japan were currently anchored in the harbor.

Waves crashed against the ship’s sides, causing the wood to groan under the unbearable weight.

On the flagship deck, several elder generals with white hair and beards held onto the ship’s railings, gazing at a black water wall that seemed to link heaven and abyss, their faces ashen as iron.

The fleeting hope of a surprise raid amidst chaos was mercilessly extinguished by the thoroughly chaotic ocean.

"The sea route... is completely cut off."

The leading general struck the wooden railing with his fist, oblivious to the splinters piercing his hand. He turned to the messenger, hoarsely saying, "Send an urgent report immediately to the court, informing them that our forces cannot cross the sea as originally planned. The Goryeo front line...

"Can only hope for the Jiao State Camp to quickly open a support route."

In the inland of the Divine State, within deep caves or quiet Taoist temples, Mystical Sect cultivators were all startled from their meditation.

The compass needles on their tables spun wildly as if possessed, finally snapping with a "crack"; in quiet rooms, peach wood swords hung on the wall resonated for no reason; some cultivators, abruptly awakened during meditation, felt a rush of inspiration, a sweetness in their throat, and vomited black blood tinged with metallic taste...

At vital sites of major mystic sects like Dragon and Tiger Mountain, Maoshan, and Qingcheng,

In the main halls full of incense offerings, fine cracks like spider webs silently appeared on the surfaces of clay or golden divine statues, the dust falling conspicuously in the candlelight...

Also, in long-forgotten desolate mountains and ancient altar sites, places even local gazetteers barely mention, the surface suddenly bulged and cracked, exuding thick black smoke like tar, mingled with countless fragmented, inhuman wails.

These are the nodes of the Ancient Times’ "Sever the Communication between Heaven and Earth" Great Array, where Earth Vein Evil Qi began to leak.

The Masters of the major sects felt it almost simultaneously, rapidly standing up.

Inside the Heavenly Master Mansion at Dragon and Tiger Mountain, the current Heavenly Master Zhang was reading through ancient texts when he felt the Yangping Zhidu Gong Seal inherited for dozens of generations in his arms slightly warm up. He looked towards the east, his expression suddenly changing, muttering:

"Reverse Yin and Yang, tearing the Dharma Realm... the disaster has arrived?"

Before he finished speaking, the Ancient Bronze Bell in the corner of the main hall, used only in major sect issues and only in extreme danger, rang on its own.

The deep "buzz——" resounded, vibrating throughout the entire mountain gate.

In southern Goryeo, at the coastal wharf, the scene was more straightforward and horrific.

The last light between heaven and earth was stripped away, plunging everything into near-tangible darkness.

Only the sporadic torches lit by the army spread wavering halos of dim yellow light.

Beyond the light was endless darkness, accompanied by various strange sounds emanating from it:

Low whispers that seemed to cry and laugh, the "crack" of bones rubbing, the moist slithering of something being dragged, and the gurgling of some massive creature slowly paddling through the water...

All mixed together, fraying the soldiers’ already taut nerves.

The three-zhang-tall Sui Lun True Monarch divine statue stood in the center of the temporary magic platform, enveloped by the incense fire wish power condensed from the faith of countless people and the will of the times, barely repelling the black fog by a few feet, protecting the central army tent and most of the soldiers.

"Ho——!"

In the darkness, from which direction it wasn’t clear, came a shrill, unhuman screech first.

Then, "bang!" "bang bang!" from the direction of the Divine Machine Camp’s formation, soldiers who could no longer bear the suffocating pressure spasmodically pulled the trigger.

The barrel of the new Breaking Prison Cannon erupted with searing firelight, the projectiles plunging into the dense fog, followed by a few vague, inhuman wails and the thud of something heavy hitting the ground.

But soon, the fog just churned a few times, and more strange sounds gathered from all directions.

"Stop!"

Yu Chanzi’s voice wasn’t loud, but it clearly cut through the cannon’s roar and surrounding commotion.

He stood beneath the Sui Lun True Monarch Statue, his Daoist robe flapping loudly in a Yin Wind from who knows where, his countenance cold and stern like ice, "What is stirring up trouble outside is the Japanese Evil God embodiment taking advantage of the Dharma Realm rift. Cannons may kill some driven Ghost Soldiers and Wandering Souls, but it’s useless for the greater situation, only wasting ammunition and unsettling our army’s mind."

Beside him, Li Yan’s face also looked exceptionally grim.

The Hook Paper in his bosom trembled slightly, and the crack connecting to the Daluo Law Realm was transmitting pulses of mingled cold and filth.

He could vaguely sense that at this moment in Goryeo and even toward Tsushima Island’s direction, it wasn’t just one or two Evil Gods stirring to life, but as if Pandora’s Box had been opened, various dark and twisted entities were scrambling to invade the Human World.

Even though the Hook Paper had the ability to devour the source of Evil Gods, it was absolutely impossible to handle so many targets simultaneously.

Gao Zhenxiong held onto his sword hilt, suppressing the restlessness in his heart, and turned to Yu Chanzi, his voice hoarse, "True Man, do you have any methods to counter this? We can’t just sit and wait for death!"

Hearing this, Yu Chanzi turned around slowly, his gaze first landing on the solemn yet majestic Sui Lun True Monarch Statue behind him, momentarily staring at it with resolve in his eyes.

He turned back to the Marshal and the Mystical Sect experts and leaders gathered around, speaking in a deep voice:

"This poor Daoist... has been waiting for this moment all along."

Upon these words, everyone was stunned, even Li Yan cast a puzzled gaze.

"To be frank,"

Yu Chanzi’s tone was steady, "Ever since discovering that the Jianmu Demon was colluding with Japan with ulterior motives, several key Cave Heaven Blessed Lands along the Divine State coast, like Lao Mountain, Luofu, Wuyi, and Putuo, together with major sects such as Dragon and Tiger, Maoshan, and Gezao, have been secretly preparing."

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