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Chapter 304 Slaying the Dragon
"Why can you?"
Endless cries of resentment echoed between the sea and the sky, seemingly containing questions from the past, and countless figures seemed to stand together at this moment.
They gazed at the young Taoist on the horizon, feeling his perfect and flawless aura. A boundless resentment erupted from him, painting the blue sea and sky into a demonic realm.
"The road to heaven is wide enough for all people to walk on; but it is also very narrow, and only two or three people in each generation can pass through it."
"But in each generation, there are more than just two or three people who aspire to ascend to immortality; we are not content with that!"
Overwhelming greed, anger, ignorance, resentment, hatred, and unfulfilled desires flowed throughout Nathan Island, forming endless demonic intent that permeated the entire sea, plundering its inhabitants even more thoroughly. A phantom figure, seemingly walking from the past to the present, appeared from the mournful melody.
On Nathan Island, the islanders of the past have been completely transformed by the demonic power and merged into the illusory body of the other. As more and more vitality from the present world is injected, the body that came from the past gradually manifests at this moment.
"So that's it, it was you all along."
As that figure arrived from the past to the present, sighs, like those of old friends meeting again, echoed through the inner void, mixed with a touch of regret.
In the boundless, starry interior, there is no concept of time; it transcends worldly laws and causality.
The figures of the transcendent beings seemed to sense something, and they looked down upon Lü Qian's era through the vast and mysterious heavens.
As they gazed upon the chaotic demonic energy surging forth on Nathan Island, they seemed to glean some answers from it.
"The path of cultivation has no fixed direction; those who attain enlightenment ascend to the Great Luo, while those who fall into depravity imprison themselves in the mortal realm."
"You wicked beast, you are not just one person with one face, but a thousand people with a hundred faces, leaving behind a lingering regret."
Practitioners take self-cultivation and inner exploration as their duty, and the path they take to reach the heavens varies from person to person, resulting in different differentiations.
But for the vast majority of cultivators, ascension to immortality is undoubtedly their highest and deepest obsession.
But the path to immortality is elusive, and only a handful of people achieve true enlightenment in this lifetime. The rest turn into rubble and dust, scattered by the wind and gone with the water.
The path of spiritual cultivation is about cultivating truth; their cultivation is genuine, and so are their convictions.
The truth cannot be erased. The regrets and resentments of those who failed to attain enlightenment resonated with the passage of time, and this obsession echoed in the Great Luo Heaven.
Thus, the Hidden Dragon of Taiyuan, who sought the path to heaven, was born.
In that quaint, old-fashioned room, Master Ziyang swept his whisk and took out a doll from his sleeve.
The doll looks incredibly lifelike. It's not dressed in the wide robes of ancient people, but in a suit and leather shoes. It has short hair and no beard, making it look like a modern person.
The doll looked to be in its early twenties, with bright, piercing eyes that seemed to shimmer with a luminous glow, making it appear exceptionally remarkable.
"Now that we understand your background, we'll return this descendant who dared to trespass into the Great Luo Heaven to you."
Master Ziyang raised his hand and touched the doll's brow, then casually tossed it into the inner void, where it transformed into a stream of light and fell onto Nasen Island in Lü Qian's era.
"Um?"
Lu Qian, with his whisk in hand and sword in hand, walked across the waves. His expression remained unchanged as he gazed at the distant Demon Realm, which stretched into the past. The ever-growing greed, anger, ignorance, and resentment transformed into a howling wind, causing frost to condense on the sea surface.
Suddenly his gaze sharpened as he watched a streak of light fall into the distant demon realm. After seeing the other party's appearance clearly, he couldn't help but chuckle twice.
"It really is you, Gu Qiting."
"Ascending to the Great Luo realm allows one to overlook the Three Realms, where nothing is beyond one's observation. Ascending is easy, descending is difficult."
"He dared to force his way into the Inner Realm of the Great Luo Heaven without sufficient cultivation; it seems he has been captured and imprisoned by the patriarchs."
"Now I'm using you to complete the final piece of the puzzle."
As soon as the words were spoken, the meteor that fell from the inner realm in the distance entered the Demon Realm. In an instant, it was as if the last fragment had been completed, and the Demon Realm in the distance became even more turbulent and intense.
The regrets of the past resonate at this moment, and the melody composed of obsessions reaches its most fervent note.
The pitch-black color spread from Nathan Island, encroaching on the azure sea and sky. In an instant, the waves that had been suppressed by Lü Qian alone surged again.
The pitch-black waves rolled in all directions, unleashing a deep-seated resentment and bitterness.
Lu Qian stood on the waves, sword in hand. Ripples bloomed beneath his feet like lotus flowers, creating a corner of normal blue sky amidst the dark waves.
"This is getting a bit tough."
He stopped in his tracks, the peach wood sword in his hand held diagonally in front of him, gently stroking the blade, gazing at the distant demon realm, his crimson-gold pupils gleaming with eager anticipation.
The distant Demon Realm gathers the resentment and unwillingness of those who have failed to achieve enlightenment over thousands of years. The obsessions of hundreds and thousands of generations past are all poured into this world at this moment through the transmission of the Inner Realm of the Great Luo Heaven.
Lu Qian was confident that he could sever the other party's existence in this world at this moment with his three-foot sword, but he could not deny the other party's existence in the past.
Because the origin of the other party's existence predates him, a young man who is not yet thirty years old.
"In that case, I'm going to get serious."
Having said that, he brandished his wooden sword, the tip pointing diagonally at the sea, and held a whisk upside down in his left hand, making a hand seal and raising it to his chest to give an order.
"May the mighty heavens protect me, and may my ancestral master aid me!"
This decree resounded throughout the real world, echoing within the ninefold inner realm, and reverberating in the desolate and empty Great Luo Heaven.
Amidst a star-studded landscape, in a secluded forest with clear waters and lush mountains, a Taoist priest, eight feet tall and wearing a Huayang turban, lies on a tree branch.
He carried a wine jug in his right hand and a sword on his back, his posture appearing quite casual and natural.
"May the mighty heavens protect me, and may my ancestral master aid me!"
Suddenly, Lü Qian's shout reached the area, causing the Taoist priest who had been feigning sleep to open his eyes. He was not drunk at all; on the contrary, he was perfectly clear-headed.
"Haha, so it was him."
The Taoist blinked, and in a daze seemed to understand the cause and effect. He stroked his beard, shook his head with a smile, and said, "So be it, that beast will eventually have a score to settle with me."
"Let me lend you another sword."
The Taoist priest picked up the wine jug with his right hand and took a big gulp, then pointed his left hand forward with his fingers and thrust a sword forward before lying back down on the branch.
Suddenly, as if remembering something, he shouted into the distance, "Young man, remember this: the sword is borrowed."
"A loan that is to be repaid is not a gift."
In the starry night sky of the interior, as Lü Qian gave his command, the star-like points of light emitted rays of light that swirled toward Lü Qian below.
These rays of light were initially as thin as silk threads, but as they swirled, they gradually converged, and as the light flowed, they transformed into a divine sword, severing the resentment and obsession that flowed from the past.
"Ah, why are you all so repulsive!"