However, his face was deathly pale, devoid of any color, and his strength had fallen from the Formless Dust Realm of the Celestial Phenomenon to the Celestial Realm once again.
He was unwilling to accept this, so he secluded himself for ten years, comprehended the supreme mysteries, and broke through the Formless Dust Realm before finally emerging from seclusion.
Originally, he was under the banner of revitalizing the Seven Stars Sect, but he never expected that an old man he had never heard of would break their Seven Stars Sect's proud Seven Deadly Formations all by himself.
Moreover... he was severely injured, causing his cultivation level to plummet, forcibly falling back to the Heavenly Realm?
Xia Xueming has lost all his imposing aura; his body is hunched over, like an old man in his twilight years.
Although he used Confucianism and Taoism to borrow the power of heaven and earth to cross the four realms and become a saint, it was ultimately just a flash in the pan. He suffered a backlash and lost all his cultivation, and his life was almost over.
"Grandpa..." Ye Xingchen finally broke through his emotional barrier. He grasped his grandfather's hands, tears streaming down his face: "Why did you do this?"
"I'm old, and I've seen all the world's splendor. This outcome is good for me." Xia Xueming smiled slightly as he slowly sat down on a rock and looked up at the sky.
"It's been so long since I've seen your grandmother. Tonight, a century has passed in the blink of an eye. We walked hand in hand through the night, and I realized that I've already seen all the beauty of life."
"Xingchen, when you get back, tell your grandmother that I'm sorry, I broke my promise."
Xia Xueming slowly closed his eyes; his life was almost over, his life force exhausted.
"Grandpa, you have to tell her these things yourself," Ye Xingchen said in a deep voice. "With me here, even the King of Hell won't be able to take you away."
With a swift grab of his right hand, seven golden needles appeared in his hand. Ye Xingchen then used both hands to strike seven acupoints on Xia Xueming's body.
The Seven Deadly Needles, said to be able to snatch life from the clutches of Yama, caused Xia Xueming's face to regain some color after seven needles were inserted.
Ye Xingchen took out a Soul-Locking Pill and gave it to Xia Xueming. Xia Xueming's spirits lifted, and Ye Xingchen pulled him back from the brink of death.
Ye Xingchen slowly knelt down on the ground, clasped his hands in a fist and said, "Grandpa, you have crossed four realms to become a Saint and severely injured the enemy for me. Now, watch me."
Ye Xingchen leaned deeply forward, then resolutely stood up and looked back at the Seven Stars Sect members.
"Form the formation..." Qingsong roared through gritted teeth.
The seven stars of the constellation barely managed to hold together and gather, attempting to reassemble the Seven Deadly Formations.
Ye Xingchen stared at them coldly: "No rush, I'll give you enough time to reassemble the Seven Deadly Killing Formation."
"Because you will have no chance in the future. In the future, there will be no Seven Star Sect in the martial arts world, and the Seven Deadly Formations will also disappear completely."
"Arrogant! Even if we are seriously injured now, the Seven Deadly Killing Formation can still hold off a Celestial Realm expert. You are only at the Celestial Realm, and you will still lose." Qingsong said through gritted teeth.
"Heh, is that so? If I were just an ordinary martial arts practitioner, perhaps you would have really gotten me under your control today." Ye Xingchen sneered: "Unfortunately, I am not. What I cultivate is the Heavenly Dao."
With his right hand pointing forward, Chixiao unleashed a three-foot-long sword beam.
Ye Xingchen's combat power was once again brought to its peak. A blood-red line ran through his brow, like a blood-red crown, making him look majestic and awe-inspiring.
"You, all of you, may you be reincarnated."
"I offer my thunderous sword to the heavens, its energy shattering the sky for thirty thousand miles..."
In an instant, the sky darkened slightly; what was once daytime now resembled the polar night.
A bolt of lightning formed at the summit of Tongtian Peak, and an electric snake, its body crackling with arcs of electricity, roamed in mid-air. This time, the white lightning transformed into purple lightning, roaring in with boundless fury.
Boom... The eight members of the Seven Star Sect were reduced to dust in this overwhelming force, leaving no trace of their bodies.
The strange phenomena in the heavens and earth disappeared, and the Crimson Sky in Ye Xingchen's hand transformed back into a sword pellet. With a gust of wind, everything around them vanished as if destroyed.
The place was spotless, as if nothing had ever happened.
"Good lad, Thunderclap Sword, using himself as the medium, drawing upon the power of heaven and earth for his own use, this is not martial arts, this is the path of immortality." Xia Xueming's expression was one of shock.
"Grandpa, our people will be here soon. You should rest here. I can't delay any longer, or it will be too late." Ye Xingchen helped him sit down in front of a bamboo grove.
"Alright, go ahead. This is all I can do for you." Xia Xueming smiled slightly. "Even if you're an outsider, you won't make things difficult for an old man like me."
"Wait for me to come out, and our family will be reunited," Ye Xingchen said, taking a deep breath.
"I'll be waiting for you to come back." Xia Xueming nodded slowly.
Ye Xingchen stood up, turned around and left, entering the cave in front of Tongtian Peak.
This place is actually the entrance to the earth's veins.
The eight spiritual veins of Tongtian Peak converge and descend, soon reaching the underground.
Along the way, there were many traces of people having been there, which should have been left by Shenwu Lingtian and others.
After walking for an unknown amount of time, Ye Xingchen finally ventured deep into the heart of the dragon vein and stopped in front of a precipice.
Directly in front of them stood a stone pillar over ten zhang tall, with a giant dragon carved on its shaft.
The giant dragon coiled around the stone pillar from top to bottom, but a black iron chain as thick as an arm was locked around its body.
The iron chains were shrouded in black mist, covered with densely engraved runes, which occasionally flashed with a red light.
"The Dragon Locking Formation?" Ye Xingchen's gaze deepened.
The boulder was still asleep, presumably before the great formation was activated, but there was no one in sight.
Shenwu Lingtai and the others should have arrived here before Ye Xingchen, but why is there no one here now?
Suddenly, a noise came from an empty stone chamber on the side of the cliff. Ye Xingchen looked at the stone chamber warily, and then slowly approached.
The stone chamber was separated by a stone door, and Ye Xingchen didn't know what was inside. After a moment's thought, he gathered his true energy in his right hand and slammed it towards the stone door.
With a loud crash, the stone gate shattered with his palm, and at the same time, a group of villagers dressed in ethnic minority costumes poured out.
These villagers were the ones who had been taken away by the Japanese using evil magic. There were thousands of them, densely packed in the stone chamber.
Although the stone chamber was large, it was still as crowded as a sardine can with three thousand people crammed inside.
Upon seeing Ye Xingchen, the surging crowd fell silent for a moment, and then everyone's eyes turned a ghastly green.
"Soul-stealing and soul-controlling technique?" Ye Xingchen was slightly startled and quickly retreated.
The moment he stepped back, a group of people in the stone chamber surged out like wild beasts and pounced on Ye Xingchen.
The Nine Chrysanthemums lineage's soul-controlling technique can cause people to lose their minds and attack others madly.
Ye Xingchen struck forward with his palm, unleashing his true energy. With a series of slaps, more than ten villagers fell to the ground.
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