The Blade-Wielding Legend

"Hehehe..."

The low and hoarse laughter came from the direction of the Jade-faced Taoist.

Zhao Changsheng slowly raised his head, his gaze fell on Yu Chanzi, carrying a hint of amusement.

"You little child, you have some eye power."

His voice was calm, yet it clearly echoed in everyone’s ears, "To be able to discern that this is the ’Forbidden Land’ and not a common array trap, much better than those brutes who only know how to shout and fight."

He referred to Yu Chanzi, the one who holds sway over the Wudang Daoist Tradition, as "little child."

This absurd title, at this moment heard by everyone, yet no one found it laughable.

After all, before them stands an old monster who has reincarnated multiple times, lived for countless years, listed alongside the Pre-Qin Alchemist Lu Sheng!

A thousand years have accumulated in him, a depth unfathomable, and a nature long distorted, viewing all beings as ants.

In his presence, even as the leader of the Mysterious Sect, being called "little child" is not surprising.

Facing this almost humiliating address, Yu Chanzi’s face showed no fluctuation, only his eyes became deeper, like two ancient wells, firmly locking on Zhao Changsheng’s every move.

His Daoist robe fluttered without wind, pure Gang Qi slowly surged, opposing the Qi of this desperate land.

Seemingly satisfied with everyone’s reaction, Zhao Changsheng’s gaze slowly swept across the crowd, finally landing on Li Yan.

"I too made a misjudgment..."

He slightly shook his head, his eyes suddenly turned cold:

"Had I known earlier, I should have cursed your Li family to extermination!"

"Calm down! He’s luring you in!"

Yu Chanzi advised in a low voice, pulling Li Yan back to his side.

Then, the old Daoist looked again at Zhao Changsheng on the black stone.

The blood-stained apricot yellow Daoist robe fluttered without wind, making a rustling noise.

"For years,"

Yu Chanzi said in a deep voice, "you’ve been elusive like the Divine Dragon, stirring turmoil from the shadows. Maitreya Sect, Heavenly Saint Sect, Jianmu Demon... everywhere there’s your shadow, yet not a trace touches your body, truly a skillful feat."

"Now, you willingly sit in this Forbidden Land, sacrificing the living beings of the hall to tear open a rift in this Dharma Realm."

Yu Chanzi stared at the eyes behind Zhao Changsheng’s mask, word by word: "You must know better than anyone, relying only on these before us—to stop us, to resist the entire Divine State Mysterious Sect—is far from sufficient! It is nothing but buying time. We will certainly find a way to break it!"

He paused, his voice suddenly rising: "If you don’t leave, there must be another reason! Or... you simply can’t leave! Once you leave this core Array Eye, this forcibly torn passage will collapse and backfire immediately!"

"Am I correct?"

The space of the shrine ruins fell dead silent for a moment.

From beneath Zhao Changsheng’s mask, came a sound of extremely indifferent laughter.

"Hehehe..." The laughter echoed in the twisted space, sounding particularly piercing.

"True to being the Wudang Sect Leader, such eye power, such thought, worthy of the title ’True Man.’" Zhao Changsheng raised his hand slowly, seemingly wanting to applaud, but then put it down, still seated like a rock.

"You are correct."

His candid admission unexpectedly tightened the hearts of Zhang Jingxuan and others.

"So what?"

Zhao Changsheng’s voice transmitted through the mask, "My purpose has been achieved. The rift is formed, the filth has leaked, the foundation of Human World order has been shaken. You all... are too late."

"Madman!"

Zhang Jingxuan could no longer restrain, his beard flew up as he shouted in anger.

"You too are of Divine State blood, a member of the Mysterious Sect! With such cultivation, not seeking blessings for the people, but rather exhausting efforts, colluding with external evils, destroying the fundamental order that maintains the Human World! Why?!"

"Order?"

Zhao Changsheng suddenly raised his head, as if hearing the world’s most laughable joke, his laughter abruptly became sharp and mad, yet immediately restrained, leaving only mockery. "Heavenly Master Zhang, the ’order’ you speak of is nothing but the great scam of this world!"

"A... self-deceptive dream extending thousands of years!"

His voice sank, carrying a weariness and sorrow that penetrated the dust of ages, "I... lived through the Late Eastern Han Dynasty. Saw those skeletons exposed to the wild, a thousand miles with no rooster crowing!"

"Saw the Yellow Turbans sweep across, the Dukes rising in revolt!"

"The so-called ’The blue sky is dead, the Yellow Heaven should be established’ is nothing more than the blood and tears of the displaced, harnessed by the ambitious to pave their own Heavenly Ladder!"

"The commoners are displaced? Starving corpses litter the land? That is merely insignificant dust during the change of ’order’!"

He slightly tilted his head, seeming to reminisce, yet also gazing intently: "Later... dynastic shifts, the Three Kingdoms standing side by side, Five Hu chaos in China, the ebb and flow of Sui and Tang... I watched coldly from the sidelines."

"What did I see? Nothing but human desire driving it all!"

"The so-called ’Mandate of Heaven’, ’crusade against tyranny’, are nothing but carefully crafted fig leaves! Ramblings that the ignorant use to comfort themselves and to gloss over peace! This ’order’, when did it truly protect the ants?!"

His words, like poisoned ice spikes, assaulted the beliefs of the Mystical Sect.

Li Yan felt a chill rise from his spine, not because of Zhao Changsheng’s words, but because of the utter despair and negation of worldly affairs entrenched in those words after countless years.

Zhao Changsheng’s words did not cease, he slowly raised his hand, pointing towards the torn rift in the sky, with ultimate mockery in his tone: "Disheartened and weary, I once hid in famed mountains and rivers, no longer cared for the turmoil and clamor of this world. I sought only the legendary... immortality!"

"Immortal life, detached from the worldly! Seeking out Grotto Heavens, knocking for immortal fate! Believing that above the Nine Heavens lies the true Pure Land, a place of eternal escape from this filthy world..."

His voice suddenly soared, filled with fury and unwillingness from being deceived:

"Alas! Alas this heaven, is also a lie!"

"A grander lie enshrouding the entire cosmos!"

"The so-called Immortal Gods, high above, indifferent to all beings, they... are merely more formidable, more hypocritical entities! Their ’Heavenly Dao’, their ’order’, are all jokes!"

Zhao Changsheng leaned slightly forward, staring intently at the void sky:

"There are those... high above who told me... ’You, have no immortal fate’?"

He almost uttered each word slowly, as if squeezing them out from between his teeth.

"Immortal fate? Hahaha... what nonsense immortal fate!!"

He suddenly laughed wildly towards the sky, his laughter shrill like a night owl’s blood-cry, shaking the distorted space to its core, "Since these heavenly deities are no more than this, since they claim to be the rulers of order, toying with fate... then today, I will invite them to taste the bitterness of reincarnation of the human world!"

Before his words ended, a sudden change occurred!

Zhao Changsheng, seated upon the black stone, suddenly trembled violently!

On his face covered with the jade mask, the seven orifices—eyes, ears, nostrils, and corners of the mouth—instantly burst forth with lines of blood!

Dark red nearly black blood, did not flow, but like living creatures, carrying threads of viscous black Evil Qi, snaked downwards, instantly dyeing his robe and the black stone beneath him!

This wasn’t an injury, but seemed more like an extreme sacrifice and activation!

He suddenly opened his claws towards the massive rift in the sky!

His ten fingers wide open, nails instantly turning ink black!

"Open—!"

An inhuman shriek exploded from the depths of his throat!

In an instant, astonishing phenomena occurred!

The enormous rift that was merely leaking filthy Evil Qi suddenly lit up with countless dazzling white lights inside!

It was as if thousands of stars were forcibly ignited and torn within!

Then, streams of white mist gushed out from the depths of the rift as if spilling from a breached star river!

These white mists moved at speeds beyond imagination, surpassing the limits of visual perception!

They did not disperse, but as if they had life and purpose, upon appearing, transformed into countless, billions of distinct yet clear white streams, at unimaginable speeds, shooting towards all directions—towards the Divine State, towards the Four Seas and Eight Deserts, towards every corner of the human world!

Within each stream seemed to envelop a vague, yet emanating either majestic, ethereal, ancient, or sacred aura of... a figure!

"This... this is..."

Yu Chanzi’s composed expression shattered in an instant, replaced by unprecedented horror!

Having practiced Dao for a century, witnessing countless storms, yet at this moment felt a chill rush from his feet up to his skull, his voice changing tone due to extreme shock:

"Is it... is it the Immortal Gods descending?!"

"How... how can there be so many!"

The entire twisted forbidden realm space seemed to freeze at this moment.

Only those countless white streams tearing across the sky remained.

Silently, rapidly, irresistibly... scattering across the human world.

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