Chapter 32 Chapter 32 He turned over every snowflake, but...
What he saw just now was clearly purple thunder, but when the thunder fell on him, it turned into colorful colors. That purple thunder should be the legendary purple sky thunder, which has the ability to destroy the heaven and earth. But now this colorful thunder makes people feel like bathing in warm sunshine, and it is not as powerful as the former.
If he remembered correctly, this was the guiding light sent down from the heavens after breaking through to the ninth level of the Free and Unrestrained Realm. Rumor had it that after reaching the ninth level and surviving the Purple Sky Thunder, one would enter the Immortal Realm. Unfortunately, no one had ever truly reached this realm, and there was no clear record of it in historical records.
Gu Shiyan couldn't help but feel a bit suspicious. Logically, the formation Zhu Zhe had set up should have annihilated anyone within it, so why had the purple lightning become multicolored? Furthermore, he hadn't experienced the lightning before, and his cultivation hadn't even reached the ninth level of the Free and Unrestrained Realm, so why had the guiding light descended?
His body bathed in a shimmering cascade of colorful lightning, his meridians coursing with energy. He felt his internal strength surge like crazy, the energy contained within the heavenly thunder entering his body. His cultivation level climbed steadily, through the sixth, seventh, and eighth heavens, finally reaching the ninth. Gu Shiyan had no time to register the changes in his body; his rhythm was disrupted by this sudden surge of power, and he found himself unable to control the violent force.
The powerful force poured down like a flood. Gu Shiyan could not support his body and half-knelt on the ground. The young man who was full of vigor and vitality just now was now in a mess.
The gods behind the dark clouds looked at the scene below, their eyes filled with panic as they paced back and forth, unsure of what to do. This formation merely summoned their divine nature and unleashed a thunderbolt of punishment. After the thunderbolt descended, they would no longer have the means to interfere with mortal affairs. But what they hadn't expected was Gu Shiyan's resolute determination to stand up, even though his face was now utterly pale and his forehead was covered in sweat.
The impact just now knocked the White Feather Sword out, and all that was heard was Gu Shiyan's trembling voice shouting, "Bai Yu."
The next second, Bai Yu seemed to understand what he meant. He rushed through the thunder and stopped in the air in front of Gu Shiyan. Gu Shiyan stepped on the thunder and then the man and the sword crossed the sky like a white rainbow, leaving only a wisp of white smoke in its place.
When everyone arrived here, they only saw scorched earth and traces of colorful thunder on the ground. So the rumor started that Yue Zun died in the thunder tribulation of the Xiaoyao Realm.
Time goes back to Hantie City when Zhu Zhe was escaping. After Gu Shiyan blocked all his attacks, he guessed his intention and chased him on his sword, while the rest of the people were dealing with the aftermath.
The general who angered Zhu Zhe laughed and said, "You claim to be the Imperial Master of Beirong, but in the end, weren't you beaten and forced to flee by our Lord Yue Zun?" Fortunately, Zhu Zhe didn't hear these words, otherwise he would have vomited blood.
On the contrary, Jing Ziping knew that Zhu Zhe was a ruthless person who would never let go of any grudge, so he warned him, "Yue Zun, be careful."
The two armies fighting at the city gates saw Zhu Zhe fleeing, their moods diverging. The Northern Rong soldiers were filled with disbelief. How could their supposedly invincible Imperial Preceptor flee? Meanwhile, morale suddenly soared on the Daliang side. "Your Imperial Preceptor has fled. Is there any point in continuing this battle? Ahaha, brothers, charge!"
The soldiers stationed at Frost Iron City were the elite of the elite, not to mention that the Northern Rong's imperial advisors had been driven away. Previously, the enemy had relied on the presence of a Free and Easy Realm expert to bully them. Now that they had no one to rely on, it was naturally the perfect time for them to strike.
A blood-red moon hung high in the sky, and the once pristine snow-covered ground was now stained red with blood. Beirong and Daliang were enemies for generations, a fight to the death, with no chance of letting the other side off. The once unstoppable Beirong army was left powerless after the Imperial Preceptor's flight. Meanwhile, the Daliang soldiers, already at a disadvantage and forced to defend the city gates, pursued their opponents, decimating them without a single mortal left.
The offensive and defensive dynamics of the two sides had changed, all because of Gu Shiyan's arrival. If their previous respect for Gu Shiyan was mostly due to Yun Liang Qianchi and Wu Zun Ji Ruoxi, now they were completely impressed by Gu Shiyan's own strength. Some even joked, "Master Yue Zun is so graceful and powerful. If I were a woman, I would want to marry him."
This statement caused everyone to burst into laughter, and someone jokingly scolded, "If you were a woman, Lord Yue Zun would not look down on you either."
As they chatted, the battle drew to a close. The Northern Rong's legendary invincible cavalry fled in all directions, pursued by the Daliang army. Suddenly, the dark sky brightened, and pillars of light stood tall in the distance, forming what looked like some kind of formation.
Jing Ziping knew that this was the noise caused by the fight between two powerful Free and Easy Realm warriors, and worried about Gu Shiyan's safety, so he ordered: "Everyone, kill them all, don't leave any one alive. After it's over, we will go to bring Yue Zun back." The loud voice was the only sound in the night except for the sound of swords and spears. For a moment, the blood in the hearts of the soldiers was ignited again, and the shouts of "Kill them all and welcome Yue Zun" echoed from the sky.
Suddenly, a loud thunder was heard in the distance. They looked in the direction of the thunder and saw thunderclouds gathering in the distant sky. The deep purple thunder seemed to contain the power to destroy the world, and was ready to fall at any time.
Everyone was stunned by the overwhelming force of the scene; it was no exaggeration to call it a battle between immortals. Coming to their senses, they quickened their swords, hoping to catch up with this rare and unprecedented battle. From midnight to dawn, the moon in the sky had been replaced by the sun, slowly rising in the distance. The morning breeze blew across everyone's faces, wiping away the sweat. After a night of fighting, their faces showed no trace of fatigue, but instead were filled with the joy of victory.
Meanwhile, Jing Ziping had led a group of men to a spot several dozen miles from the Northern Rong border, precisely where the purple thunder had appeared. The ground was scorched by the lightning, visible to the naked eye, and the surrounding rocks had been shattered and scattered everywhere, all evidence of the fierceness of the battle.
They searched every inch of the land but found nothing about the two men, not even a corpse. Until one of the accompanying soldiers raised the soil in his hand and shouted: "General, I have found something here."
Everyone looked over at his voice and saw the remnants of a rainbow of colors on the soil in his hands. While unusual, they wondered how this connected to the two's whereabouts. "You may not have heard, but according to legend, after the thunder tribulation of the ninth level of the Free and Unrestrained Realm, there is a burst of rainbow-colored lightning, known as the Guiding Light. Look, doesn't the color of this soil resemble the legendary Guiding Light?" Seeing their confusion, he began to explain, his tone filled with excitement and joy. He had never thought he would have the chance to see the true Guiding Light in his lifetime.
But even after his explanation, everyone still looked unconvinced. The idea of immortals and gods was nothing but nonsense in their eyes. He was about to argue with them, but the sound of horse hooves could be heard in the distance.
Seeing this, Jing Ziping quickly waved his hand to signal everyone to find cover and hide themselves. Hiding behind a boulder that hadn't been struck by the thunder, Jing Ziping saw that the people coming were all wearing animal skins and speaking incoherently in the Northern Rong dialect.
Jing Ziping had been dealing with the Northern Rong for years, so he naturally understood what they were talking about. The man in the lead looked at the scorched earth and said in a grim tone, "Is this the burial place of the Imperial Master? Who was his opponent that forced him to sacrifice himself in order to set up the Nine Heavens Thunderbolt Soul Devouring Formation?"
The subordinates who were following him hurried forward and reported: "It is said that he is the disciple of that Martial Lord, a young man of extraordinary talent and talent."
The leading man laughed sarcastically and said, "Zhu Zhe is really getting worse as he grows older. He was actually forced to this extent by a young man. It's a pity for so many elite soldiers of Beirong." When he mentioned the defeat, there was a hint of dissatisfaction with Zhu Zhe in his tone. If the other party had not fled in the face of the enemy, his Beirong army would not have suffered such a disastrous defeat.
"No matter how talented and brilliant one is, he will be reduced to ashes by the thunder." His tone was full of disdain. "Since our ancestors developed this formation, no one has been able to survive under the purple sky thunder. I really don't know why father sent us here to investigate." He complained.
Then he raised his hand and shouted, "Let's go back to the capital. When the Holy Son's cultivation is stable, I will take you to conquer Jizhou." Young people are always so ignorant. If this Hantie City can be breached so easily, why would Beirong be blocked for hundreds of years?
The group came and went in a hurry, as if they were just going through the motions. Jing Ziping, who was standing behind the boulder, had a look of disdain on his face, and he thought to himself, "The Beirong royal family really are a bunch of idiots."
He overheard everyone's conversation and for a moment wondered what Gu Shiyan's current situation was. Unsure of what to do, he considered returning to Yunliang Qianchi to report everything that had happened there to Wu Zun. However, when he arrived at the site of Yunliang Qianchi, he discovered that the once towering peaks had long since vanished, leaving only a blanket of snow.
The news that Wu Zun had sealed his own sect due to the death of his beloved disciple gradually spread throughout the martial arts world.
Sun Chang's words, "Your Majesty, this is roughly what happened." woke everyone up from the illusion.
Mu Congmo's face paled. His young man should have been treated with the utmost respect, not with the wrath of heavenly thunder. He wished he could bear this unforeseen calamity for him. Although a voice in his heart had long since told him that the young man was no longer with us, he still held onto a glimmer of hope and asked, "Did Yunliang Qianchi really disappear?"
Sun Chang didn't dare look directly at the emperor, and therefore missed the hope in Mu Congmo's eyes. He simply assumed the emperor was apprehensive of the Martial Lord of Yunliang Qianchi, so he patted his chest and said, "Your Majesty, this is absolutely true. After hearing the rumor, I sent people to search for it many times, and even went there myself, but the original peak on the snow mountain seemed to have vanished without a trace."
Mu Congmo's expression had turned cold. He stood up to leave. Sun Chang, not knowing how he had offended the emperor, tried to persuade him to stay, but was stopped by Mu Congmo's secret guards. He could only watch the emperor leave, only to hear him say, "Send a message immediately to Jing Ziping, telling him to prepare for battle with the Northern Rong. I'll have the Ministry of War and the Ministry of Revenue prepare food and fodder. As for the Northern Rong Imperial Preceptor, I'll ask Master Jingkong to contain him. Once everything is ready, we'll dispatch the troops immediately."
The emperor's tone was cold and calm, as if this was just a very small matter. The expressions on the faces of the secret guards beside Mu Congmo did not change at all, as if they had known about this for a long time. Only Sun Chang was left standing there, puzzled, wondering why the emperor wanted to attack Beirong for no reason.
After Mu Congmo left the Sun Mansion, he mounted his horse and headed for the former Yunliang Qianchi territory. Several secret guards exchanged glances, each seeing the worry and helplessness on their faces. They had urged Mu Congmo countless times along the way to stop and rest, or eat properly, but the once calm emperor was like a madman, rushing blindly towards Jizhou. They were deeply worried about the emperor's health, but his temperament wouldn't listen to their advice, especially since it was about Gu Shiyan.
They could only chase after him helplessly, praying silently in their hearts, hoping that Lord Yue Zun was still alive in this world, otherwise they were really afraid that the emperor would commit suicide for love one day.
The snow-capped mountains towered into the clouds, still standing where they had been, but the peak that had once been the most famous had vanished. Mu Congmo, like a devout believer seeking the immortal, traversed every corner of the snowy mountains, calling out, "Ayan." But all he heard in response was the whistling mountain wind, not the clear, young voice he had hoped for.
He walked for three days and three nights, neither eating nor drinking. The wind and frost had turned his hair white, and his steps had begun to tremble, but he still had no intention of giving up. Just as he was about to take another step forward, he collapsed completely due to exhaustion. The secret guards following him hurriedly stepped forward and carried the unconscious emperor on their backs.
Even those with cultivation skills like theirs were on the verge of collapse, let alone Mu Congmo, who had no cultivation skills. The group debated their next move, and Mo Yu ultimately made the final decision, "Bring His Majesty back to the capital. If His Majesty wakes and blames me, I will bear all consequences."
Yes, this time Mo Yu followed Mu Congmo personally because he was worried, and handed over the affairs in the capital to Chang Ye and Yong Zhou.
The rest of the people all spoke up in unison: "If His Majesty blames us, we will naturally shoulder the responsibility together. It's not your turn to play the hero."
Elsewhere, in an ancient and solemn hall, a figure in white sat in the center, his eyes closed, but he could vaguely hear someone calling him "Ayan." He tried to open his eyes, but an old man in green noticed his movements and stopped him, saying, "Calm your mind."
He was surrounded by several elders, seemingly performing some uninterrupted ritual. Their expressions were heavy, their hands radiating white light as they pointed toward the man in the center, clearly transferring their inner energy. Upon hearing this, the man in white closed his eyes again, having been about to open them, and cast aside the distracting thoughts within him, achieving a state of tranquility.
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