Chapter Fifty-Four: Walking Out of the Myth
nfidence, so he only considered him as a backup option.At this moment, his concession was so decisive that it surprised Jiang Wang a little.For a moment, his gaze flickered back and forth between Fu B...Taiyishan was shattered, leaving Peng Chongjian's last vestige to sink into the depths of misfortune.
This mountain has long since been refined into Peng Chongjian's magical weapon. It gathers and disperses, disperses and gathers again. Now it will never be moved by anyone.
The one who moved this mountain on the battlefield back then disappeared today, but it wasn't because they died today.
The moment when the mortal "Moving Mountains" Zhenren ascended to become the blood-soaked Blood River Zhenjun, the soul named Peng Chongjian had perished forever.
Peng Chongjian, these three characters, are the words of "Before the River of Blood, there is still a boundary, Allow me to be here," the guardian of the Xue He Sect. He was the first of the Moving Mountains to dare challenge the Bodhi Demon Ancestor with his Dao Zhen cultivation... But it's just, a meaningless name.
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Everything that this name represented has long since been consumed, devoured to nothing.
Meng Tianhai didn't even give them a glance, only indifferently looking at the four cultivators of the Dao in front of him. With regret in his voice, he said: "We could have ended this farce peacefully, and you all could have left safely."
“Even if you hang on for another 50,000 years, you old turtle, don't think living long makes you formidable!” Si Yu’an sneered and said, “Today is indeed a farce. This official wants to see how you make me unsafe!”
That strand of grass, which had flown over Taiyi Mountain, turned gracefully and its tip pointed directly at Meng Tianhai.
At this turn, heaven and earth stood solemn, the red dust full of karmic killings, disasters surged, and waves chased each other. In an instant, regardless of the turbid or clear currents, all the waves turned. The tips of the waves, like sword points, all pointed at Meng Tianhai, unleashing their fury!
At this moment, Meng Tianhai faced more than just thousands or even tens of thousands of swords.
The wind that met them was also a sword. The surging Yuanli was also sharp. The boundless malice of this rootless world was almost infinitely transformed into sword energy...
As soon as Si Yu'an had this thought, everything became a blade, and the sword overturned the sea of evil!
Only now did he truly show his strength, demonstrating the terrifying power that allowed him to rule over the Five Sword Masters and hold court in the Age of Swords Pavilion.
Facing this sword, Meng Tianhai's face revealed a strange expression, distorted yet with a hint of intoxication: "Your swordsmanship has surpassed even that of Guan Changqing back then. Just this mouth of yours...when will you learn to be more respectful"
His face, which belonged to Ho Shi, rippled like water, gently turning over and revealing a new countenance—a face with sword-like brows and an air of dashing heroism.
One's spirit is reflected in one's countenance.
His features were naturally striking, radiating an aura of being adored by all. But in those proud and sharp eyes, sorrow now welled up. He hesitated, wanting to speak but holding back, until finally he spoke heavily, "Good disciple, it's been many years since we last met. You have surpassed your master. Your master is very pleased!"
Mythological Meng Tianhai, five thousand four hundred years old. Besides Hosti and Peng Chongjian... he can also be called Guan Changqing!
For Si Yu'an, the three words "Guan Changqing" were like a sharp sword, leaving a wound three thousand nine hundred years ago. Yesterday's heartache, today's sorrow.
Yesterday, I shed a tear for a young man. Today, I must take the life of a sword master at the peak of his art.
Guān Chángqīng spread his arms wide, and swords roared across the heavens. Three thousand nine hundred years ago, he was the number one sword master in the world, reaching the pinnacle of his power. After that, he became a unique sight on this earthly plane.
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The calamity raged for a moment, its waves surging and tumbling, leaving everything directionless. Tens of thousands of swords fought back, the turbid current clashed with the pure, wave after wave!
The entire Sea of Calamity seemed to stretch out like a battlefield for sword duels. Two styles of swordsmanship, originating from the same lineage, clashed in every corner concerning water droplets, vital energy, and the rules. This was the most fundamental, the most brutal, fight imaginable.
Guan Changqing pays his respects to Si Yu'an!
Si Yu'an should have been enraged to the point of madness, but he didn't.
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He was surprisingly calm.
Just like Jiang Wang’s first time stepping onto the peak of Tianmu Peak, he only saw an ordinary middle-aged man sitting peacefully on a stone by the cliff.
...was just that child who once ran amok through the mountains with a handful of straw, but has grown into the true monarch of the world who can split mountains and seas with his sword of grass.
He reached out and grasped his straw sword, retrieving his childhood, adolescence, and youth. He also retrieved the three thousand nine hundred and seven years of time. At this moment, the sharpness embodied by the grass sword had begun to shatter and confuse the rules surrounding him——
Across the long years, in this chaotic world, his sword is the only order.
Therefore, he took a step forward and conveniently thrust his sword.
At this moment, neither Jiang Wang's blazing yang red eyes nor Chong Xuan Zun's gaze that pierced through illusions could see what had happened.
Even Jiang Wang summoned the spirit eyes, but when his vision caught up with its target again, Si Yu'an was already holding a blade of straw and appeared three hundred meters behind Guan Changqing.
This sword completely transcends sight, flowing against the current in the long river of time!
The tumultuous waves of time have faded, and Si Yu'an's voice rises in a cold manner: "Even if you swallow his name, his flesh and blood, his cultivation, you are not him. Meng Tianhai, you were born mediocre, weren't you I think you've never seen the truly magnificent scenery of this world. So you strive so hard to imitate, yet you are still so far behind - you are simply desecrating the sword way!"
This sentence, as if it had completed the final stroke for his sword.
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And then the wind swept through the wasteland, blowing everything to ruin.
The imposingly tall figure of Official Chang Qing instantly vanished.
The frenzy of the sword's cry in the world came to an abrupt end.
People can see so clearly—one gust of wind smashing into another. One wave slicing clean through another!
"Guan Changqing was utterly shattered!"
The sword fight is over.
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But the battle was not over.
Suddenly, there was the sound of water drops.
At the place where Si Yu'an's sword broke, Peng Chongjian's domain, above the submerged water beneath Mount Taizhi. At some unknown time, a vast expanse of white mist arose. The mist condensed into droplets, tapping and falling onto the water surface, creating ripples that spread in circles.
The two small circles of water ripples gradually transformed into two footprints. The footprints extended upwards, growing into a pair of legs, then a torso, and finally a head. It was flesh and blood, with a vibrant aura.
Peng Chongjian once again appears before everyone!
In the Zhenyuan Fire Realm, everyone looked at each other with suspicion.
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'Peng Chongjian' actually appears again! His death was obviously real and concrete!
Could this person be immortal
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No wonder "Huoshiji" and "Peng Chongjian" died so easily. Perhaps for him, death was not such a harsh price.
How can such terrifying powerhouses be eradicated
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‘Peng Chongjian’ seemed not to care about people's horror, or perhaps he enjoyed it. After all, this secret he had been hiding for over 50,000 years, sharing it only with the dead. This was a man steeped in underwater infamy, occasionally surfacing for a breath.
He wore a blood-red sect leader's robe and searched for his spirit for a while. It seemed like he had just woken up, rather than been resurrected just now. He slowly stretched, then looked at Si Yu'an, a smile on his face: "Do you think I'm mediocre"
His gaze shifted to Chen Pu: "It seems that you and that damned Zuo Qiu Wu, although you luckily found my name in the river of time, you don't recognize me, Meng Tianhai."
The four academies each had their own strengths. The diligent academy's research in history was considered the best. That is why Chen Pu, when unsure, personally went to the diligent academy to visit the current dean, Zuo Qiu Wu. In the end, he successfully found the name of Meng Tian Hai, the ancestor of the Blood River Sect.
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At this time, Chen Pu shook his head.
“In the mythological era, those who weren't deified had a chance to usher in a new age but lost to the Immortal Emperor and fell into silence ever since. They crossed through ancient times, living to the present day.” The headmaster of MuGu Academy described Meng Tianhai with these words, which made his sigh all the more genuine and regretful.
He said, "Meng Tianhai, we don't really know you. Over all these years that you erased your name, this world may have been waiting for you to reintroduce yourself. But I'm very sorry, when that name appeared again, it was in such a hideous way."
"Try to be more open-minded, Dean Chen," Si Yu'an consoled. "Perhaps in the mythological era, Meng Tianhai was actually much uglier! What you have received is already embellished information — thinking about it this way, isn't there nothing to regret"
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'Peng Chongjian' looked back at Si Yu'an, still smiling: "What kind of person do you think Guan Changqing is"
He questioned himself, "Guanzhang Qing is indeed a clever person. When he arrived in this place of misfortune, he quickly sensed something amiss and used many methods to resist, which I dismantled one by one. His nature is also very stubborn. Before I could free myself, he decisively took his own life. He would rather destroy his own sword bones and swallow poison curses than allow me to consume him…"
“I showed him great respect, leaving his physical remains intact. I didn't erase the clues he left for future generations of Jian Ge, I only consumed his soul essence.”
He asked this way: "Yu'an, is it because I haven't eaten enough or completely enough that you are unwilling to call me—Master"
"You want me to be angry, you want me to lose control. You're afraid, Meng Tianhai. You're so rude. Besides making you die a more miserable death, what meaning could there possibly be" Si Yu'an narrowed his brows and said: "Do you think with your pathetic swordsmanship, you can even wound me with emotions"
"Yu'an, you really misunderstood me!" Peng Chongjian looked quite puzzled: "I thought that reuniting your master with you would make you happier, so I didn't hesitate to expend a tremendous amount of power to transform someone who once only had the seed of a true essence into this form for you to see. I never expected my heartfelt effort to be met with suspicion and indifference. Not only are you not grateful, but you seem to hate me even more. How could this be"
Si Yu'an smiled: "Yes, I am indeed angry. I'm so angry that I'm trembling. How could you use Guan Changqing's name and forge such a mediocre sword Its power is barely enough to fill the levels of derivation, yet all you know how to do is clumsily copy and imitate, with not a shred of spirituality! Almost ushering in a new era You're not even worthy!"
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His thumb and forefinger were parallel, pinching out a tiny gap: “Back then, it was just this much different, wasn’t it”
When ‘Peng Chongjian’ looked at this crack.
The gap cut through.
It is also a sword!
It is a narrow line, but also a vast world of kendo!
This intent just arose, sword energy surging into the heavens. The world of kendo itself is a blade. Infinitely expanding, it has the might to replace heaven and earth. Infinitely sharp, it has the power to cleave the sea and shatter the world. And now, icy cold and deadly, it charges towards 'Peng Chongjian'!
Peng Chongjian rolled up his sleeves, and with a punch that burst forth with boundless power, he met the vast world of swordsmanship head-on. The fierce battle unfolded on the peaks of their fists.
And he merely said coldly, "Do you truly understand what it means to move mountains, Si Yu'an!"
He is still blocked at Wanli Jade Belt Sea and has yet to cross the boundary.
Behind him lay an endless sea of calamity, having been leveled in the clash of swords.
At this very moment, a surge of murky waves suddenly arose, roaring and crashing onto the shore, towering hundreds of feet high! From the depths of disaster, a low, distant rumble echoed ominously.
Wu Bing raised his finger slightly and only uttered, "Clear and turbid, two parts!"
The surging turbid current came to an abrupt halt before the Jade Ribbon River, as if it had struck an invisible dam. This is the length of the embankment that does not collapse.
But the turbid current could not flow over or recede, but instead surged constantly upward. In a short while, it surged tens of thousands of meters high!
This is no longer just a turbid wave wall, but almost touching the sky.
The stronger the barrier Wu Bing has erected, the higher the waves will build until they reach a breaking point and overflow.
But Wu Bing had no expression on his face.
Here stands "Peng Chongjian" before this turbulent wave and towering wall, alone facing four great masters. He appears as a terrifying powerhouse from the mythical era, delivering a shock to the pinnacle of our time from the distant ancient past.
The surging waves rose endlessly, like the filthy tide of calamity, all becoming his power, driven by him. Thus, he unleashed a boundless wave of evil, to overwhelm this impure world.
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As if from the depths of that cursed water, some horrific entity is stirring, its form rapidly rising—
Boom boom boom boom!
At one point, Wu Bing was pointing at someone from afar.
Its sharpness is like that of a knife, severing even mountains and rivers.
Tens of thousands of zhangs of floodwaters, like a waterfall cascading down, and after the floodwater appeared, that imposing mountain shape.
Zhong Xuan recognized it, this was the highest mountain of the Sea of Suffering—Evol Heaven!
He once traveled along the mountain ridge with Kou Xuejiao, a guardian of the Xuehe Sect. In the abyss of this mountain, he found the lotus world where Qiongqi was hidden - Dou Zhao was farming there.
Peng Chongjian, with his supernatural ability to move mountains, actually moved this mountain from the deep sea!
Then, he pushed it horizontally and smashed it toward Si Yu'an!
This is no ordinary mountain range!
What is said here is extraordinary. It refers to the fact that beyond its sheer immensity and majesty, it possesses another kind of powerful essence—it's a mythical mountain, imbued with power inherited from the mythical age!
In the mythological era, beliefs were diverse, ranging from grand natural phenomena like mountains and rivers to humble elements like plants, fish, and insects. Myths and legends of all shapes and sizes have spread throughout the world.
Some of them come from distortions and variations in the transmission process, while others are purely stories fabricated by some practitioners for their practice.
In some myths and legends, Brahma is the god of creation.
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“Asura” describes it as having created all the evil in this world.
Fifty-four thousand years ago, Meng Tianhai personally named this underwater mountain range. He expounded on its Dao and established its mythology.
He was a man who almost became a god in the mythological era. It's not that he was unfamiliar with mythical power; on the contrary, his deep research into mythical power made him certain that what he sought was beyond the realm of mythology and therefore chose a different path.
To construct such a mountain range amidst the treacherous depths of the Calamity Sea, harnessing mythical power... even in the prosperous era of Shinto mythology, few powerful figures could achieve this.
This is the First Peak of the Sea of Misery.
Over these fifty-four thousand years of development, under Meng Tianhai's subtle guidance, it has truly become the "Evil Brahma"!
Although it's impossible to truly manifest the mythical power to control all evil emanating from the Sea of Suffering, Meng Tianhai has gained dominion over the demonic energy near this underwater mountain range—this is the very reason he can control the malevolent visions!
The waters influenced by the Evil Buddha had become vast. The fact that 'Peng Chongjian' died and easily transformed into a demonic perception of the path was a testament to this. At that time, Meng Tianhai planned to attribute Peng Chongjian's downfall to the corruption of escaping the Sea of Sin, and he had already prepared a complete set of arguments and evidence. As soon as Wu Bing appeared, he took action. Chen Pu even directly called out his name, which rendered this act meaningless.
If one day, the E-Fan Mountains were to be fully realized as mythical entities, then Meng Tianhai would become the God of Calamity and Water, controlling the entire Sea of Sin!
At this moment, he brought out the mythical mountain and, using his divine power of moving mountains, combined it with the strength of the mythological era to deliver a nearly fatal blow to Si Yu'an.
"Shouldering a mountain with one sword Come then—show me if you can bear it!"
Figures from the mythical era, displaying the power of that time!
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