Luo Jiujiang is experiencing his "humanity".

His understanding of the sword's will originally originated from people, and his multiple advancements also depended on people.

Now he stood high on the stage, and everyone below was cheering and congratulating him for becoming the young master of the Spirit Snake Realm; at the beginning, when he held Qianling's hand and walked towards the lake, everyone in front and behind him was like a drop of water merging into the ocean, and in the combined voice, they could only shout "Luo Lang".

This kind of concerted effort and unity is what people are made of.

His clothes weren't too fussy now. Standing beside Zhen Shuangliu, his master's shoulder patted with concern, he was the unique young master of the Spirit Snake Realm. And a moment later, he'd leap onto the stage like a swimming fish, like a seed dropping to the soil, immersing himself in the crowd, becoming once again the freest, most ordinary of beings.

Such ever-changing and diverse forms are what people do.

And at the very beginning and the very end of each change, from the cry as soon as it landed to the turbid eyes as it was about to breathe its last; under the uniform performance of the people below the stage, all kinds of thoughts were vivid and flexible, and they were beaten to a pulp, breathing numbly in the dead ground, and the piles of bones in a corner of the cave.

When a person is born, he is full of vigor; when he is dying, he is about to die.

The sun rises and sets, the tide rises and falls, flowers bloom and fade, and there are births and deaths.

Human life and death are two extremes, just as between heaven and earth, pushing the dark, heavy, and gloomy energy to its extreme is Yin, while pushing the bright, clear, and clear energy to its extreme is Yang.

Even when his master released such a cold and strange spiritual power, he could still distinguish between the objects to be intimidated and those to be protected. How could the meaning of the knife have only one direction, and how could the form it manifested only be destruction and death?

"The word 'music' is the essence of the great way. One sound can give life to all things, and one sound can kill all things..." Suddenly, Mr. Gongyi's teachings appeared in Luo Jiujiang's ears again.

Mr. Gongyi, who plucked and tuned the strings, said that the word "music" is what the Tao favors; since ancient times, sword cultivators have been more powerful than other cultivators, so naturally they also said that the word "sword" is what the Tao favors; the same question was asked to Yin Bansi and Xie Chuncan, doesn't it mean that "medicine" is what the Tao favors, and the bow is what the Tao favors?

Luo Jiujiang also felt that the word "knife" must be what the great way favors.

What everyone says is what they see with their own eyes and what they feel in their hearts, and no one is wrong.

Because the great way leads to the same destination through different paths!

Luo Jiujiang laughed loudly towards the sky. He pulled out the new Chengxue from his waist. The silver-silver sand sheath was held horizontally in the young man's slender hand, and it was dazzling at this moment.

His behavior was really inconsistent with a "young master who was obediently led to the stage and introduced by his master". Some people looked up in surprise and doubt, their eyes silently drifting between Luo Jiujiang and Zhen Shuangliu.

At this moment, those with ulterior motives saw a conspiracy, those who were cautious and pessimistic thought of the replacement and forcing the emperor to abdicate, the tolerant and gentle guests tolerated the young man's madness, and the old-fashioned and polite people frowned at Luo Jiujiang's ostentatious laughter.

There are thousands of thoughts, thousands of ideas and thousands of understandings hidden under everyone's skin, but no matter how others speculate, Luo Jiujiang will always be Luo Jiujiang.

Luo Jiujiang raised his palm and struck the air. His spiritual energy now emanated freely, and the wine jug on the table filled with guests swung and spun in a wide circle, like a skirt draped to its fullest in a dance, or a full-circle drunken fist. Priceless wine dripped into each guest's cup, while the wine jug, carved from solid jade and placed on the host's seat, flew through the air in a graceful arc and landed steadily in Luo Jiujiang's palm.

He tilted his head back and took a sip from the pot, then flicked his wrist, and the most fragrant and attractive aroma of wine poured out, wetting the precious sword Chengxue held in his one hand.

He was treating his beloved knife to wine, just as he was willing to use his own blood to sharpen Chengxue's sword that day.

Some people hesitated to touch the cup on the table that the young master of the spirit snake had just poured wine into, some were completely confused, some tried to use their spiritual energy to defend themselves, and occasionally there were a few crazy people who were attracted by the smell of alcohol in the room, and regardless of anything, they toasted Luo Jiujiang first!

After Luo Jiujiang poured a pot of wine over his sword, he raised his arm and threw the pot to the ground. Without drawing his sword, he held up the Chengxue sword and its sheath with both hands and said calmly: "Today I have a glass of wine to offer to everyone in the world, and a sword to offer to the world of life and death!"

When the extreme, dazzling white bloomed in Luo Jiujiang's palm, he still did not draw his sword.

And for this move, there is no need to draw the sword.

It was once the white seed held on the tip of Luo Jiujiang's sword. It was the prototype of the source of Tao in Luo Jiujiang's sword intent. It was the sweetest harvest of Luo Jiujiang after seeing "life" and "death". It was also the most gorgeous swan song that sounded on his sword at this moment.

At this moment, Luo Jiujiang realized the source of Tao.

This source was so thin, containing only a trace, a single point. It was not as rich and beautiful as the drop that Mr. Gongyi had shown him, but it represented something completely different.

This was not inherited from anyone, nor was it stolen through any means. It was completely comprehended by Luo Jiujiang himself and belongs entirely to him. This trace of the source of the Tao is different from any other drop in the world. It is not Qiankun, it is—

Zhen Shuangliu held his breath silently.

When he first glanced at the statue of Wangtianhou from a distance in the academy, he was unable to discern the traces of the source of Taoism, but now that the aura of the source of Taoism was right in front of him, he would never mistake it again.

The source of Tao that Luo Jiujiang now holds high is Yin and Yang.

The light of the Dao Source shone upon the bodies and faces of every person present. It was so bright, so stunning, that upon seeing it, the world suddenly lost its color. It was said that white light was composed of seven colors, and now it seemed quite plausible. How else could one explain the purity, gentleness, and incomparable power of this white light, eclipsing all red, orange, yellow, and purple, truly declaring it the world's most unrivaled light.

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