Chapter 869 Cangyun Hetu…

Cangyun Realm, Upper Realm Cloud Pavilion.

White Sword's fingers tapped lightly on the chessboard, producing a crisp "tap-tap" sound.

"Pulling up seedlings to help them grow..."

He repeated the words of the True Man of the Jade Emperor, and a rare hint of contemplation flashed in his eyes, which were perpetually covered in frost.

"That's quite true."

"A group of immortals who have never even seen blood went to the battlefield, but they were just delivering higher-grade rations to the pantheon on Earth."

"If that's the case, then give them time."

Bai Jian slowly stood up.

He stared into the void, pondered for a moment, and then suddenly stretched out his right hand towards the ethereal sky beside him.

"눕Come."

The word is simple.

Splash—

From the depths of the void, the roar of a surging river suddenly resounded.

That is not only the sound of flowing water, but also the sound of time passing by.

A long river, its beginning and end nowhere in sight and shimmering with silvery-white light, was forcibly pulled from the void by the white sword with its supreme immortal power.

This is a long river of time.

The long river flows through countless years of the Azure Cloud Realm, where life and death, light and shadow, are all within a single thought.

"roar!!"

A deep, ancient dragon's roar resounded.

In the middle of the long river, a white dragon formed entirely from the laws of time was struggling frantically.

Every scale of the sea reflects the vicissitudes of life, and every breath is accompanied by the rise and fall of the years.

돗 means anger, 돗 means roar.

As the embodiment of time, how could I willingly be enslaved by living beings?

However.

Bai Jian lowered his head slightly, his indifferent eyes giving him a cold glance.

Just one glance.

Buzz.

The long dragon of time, which was churning and trying to break free of its confinement, froze instantly, as if frozen in time.

I felt the will of Heaven.

If you disobey, you will be killed.

"come over."

Bai Jian raised his hand as if to make a grabbing motion.

The dragon of time, stretching for tens of thousands of feet, let out a pitiful whimper, and its body rapidly shrank.

Ultimately, it transformed into a wisp of pure, silvery-white light, obediently coiling around the tip of the white sword.

"Using heaven and earth as paper."

Bai Jian's right hand, fingers pointing like a sword, uses this as a brush and the dragon as ink in that small space.

swish swish swish —

The sword points and dances.

That extremely mysterious trajectory.

Every stroke is accompanied by a reorganization of spatial rules; every outline is filled with the rich, indelible power of time.

River, river, sun and moon, stars.

In just a few breaths.

A flowing scroll, exuding the vicissitudes of time, took shape at his fingertips.

"凝".

Bai Jian uttered a soft shout.

The painting instantly solidified, transforming into a three-foot-long scroll shimmering with a faint silver light, which landed in his palm.

This is a celestial artifact.

It's not about grade.

Because the grade of this immortal artifact cannot be determined according to the division of the Cangyun Realm.

But it is definitely a celestial artifact that can drive cultivators of the mortal realm mad, yet also leave them in despair.

"This item is called the [Cangyun Hetu]."

Bai Jian looked at the masterpiece in the painting with a calm tone, as if he had just casually sculpted a clay figure.

He tossed it aside.

The scroll transformed into a stream of light, pierced through the boundary wall, and landed precisely on the 냫慈真人꿛 who was descending to the lower realm.

At the same time, his icy voice also exploded in Miji's mind:

"This map is called the Cangyun Hetu! It contains a world of its own!"

"I have sealed three thousand years of time within it, distorting the flow of time within the diagram."

"A moment in the world, within the map... three thousand years."

When the immortal 냫慈真人 who was flying on his escape light heard these words, he suddenly stopped and almost fell off the sky.

Three thousand years in an instant?!

What an incredible, unbelievable plot twist!

Before she could finish her shock, Bai Jian's voice continued, carrying a chilling coldness:

“Those who pass the talent and temperament test will all be thrown into the picture.”

"Three thousand years is enough time for a pig to cultivate into an immortal."

"But you must remember this."

"These three thousand years are the years that I forcibly compressed."

There is no worldly dust, no cause and effect, only endless tedium and cultivation.

"Even if you stay inside for a long time, your soul will collapse because it cannot withstand the erosion of time."

“It came from the land, perhaps it was a celestial being.”

"Or perhaps..."

Bai Jian paused, a mocking smile curving his lips.

"...a group of emotionless monsters, or utterly insane."

Master Ci held the cold scroll in his hand and felt a chill run straight to the top of his head.

"This..." she couldn't help but transmit her voice, "Isn't this price too high? If everyone goes mad, how can we fight?"

"Crazy 떚꺳 is good."

Bai Jian's voice remained completely calm.

"Heaven's way is ruthless, and the Supreme One should naturally forget emotions."

"Although this River Map has its flaws, it also helps them cut off those useless worldly troubles, turning them into weapons that only know how to kill and obey."

"This is the gift I bestow upon them..."

The transmission of sound was cut off.

Master Ci hovered in mid-air, clutching the [Cangyun Hetu] tightly in his hand.

A gift?

Depriving people of their emotions and turning them into machines—is that what you call a blessing?

She subconsciously raised her head and looked towards the distant Upper Realm Cloud Pavilion.

Although separated by endless void, she could almost see that high and mighty man sitting alone in front of the chessboard, facing an unfinished game.

Opposite that man sat Tu Geun-wol.

That nine-tailed celestial fox whose eyes were completely fixed on him.

"If one is truly too detached from emotions..."

Looking at the painting in the painting, a strange sense of absurdity welled up in his heart.

"If one truly regards worldly affairs as worthless and finds emotions a burden..."

"Then why... do you still keep Tu Yue by your side?"

Why did we stop playing chess because of her scolding?

"Sigh—!" Makoto sighed, "Have you... truly severed all ties yourself?"

The wind rises.

The wind ruffled her Taoist robe.

Master Natsumi suppressed his complicated thoughts, and his eyes regained their firmness.

Regardless of whether Bai Jian was deceiving himself or not, she had to carry out the order, even if it was against her will.

boom!

She took a step and her figure vanished from the spot in an instant.

The next moment.

Moon Shadow Sect, Ascension Platform.

The [Heart-Refining Demon-Slaying Array] presided over by the avatar "Chen Huai'an".

A magnificent and awe-inspiring aura of a true immortal, carrying supreme majesty, descended without warning.

Auspicious clouds in ten thousand paths, auspicious clouds in a thousand strands.

The True Person Ci, holding a whisk and draped in a robe of rosy clouds, descended from the heavens like a goddess from the nine heavens, landing steadily on the high platform.

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