Taoism.
An unprecedented solemnity flashed in Daozu's eyes. He slowly raised his hand, and a wisp of purple air condensed from his fingertips, trying to deduce the secrets of heaven.
However, just as the purple energy took shape, it was torn apart by an invisible force and turned into starlight that dissipated into the void.
"Even the secrets of heaven have been obscured..."
Daozu murmured softly, with an imperceptible tremor in his voice.
He looked up at the ceiling of the hall, where originally hung a huge "Map of the Stars in the Sky", but now it had turned into ashes and was floating in the air.
Daozu frowned, he knew that all these strange phenomena pointed in the same direction - Tianzhen Sect.
"Tianzhen Sect... Could it be Sheng Zijun?"
Daozu's voice was low and hoarse, as if he was talking to himself, or as if he was questioning the heaven and earth.
His gaze penetrated the layers of clouds and went straight to the direction of Tianzhen Sect.
There, the originally peaceful mountain gate was now shrouded in a chaotic aura, as if an invisible hand was stirring up the laws of heaven and earth.
"It's been three million years. I never thought I'd see a divine artifact again."
Daozu's voice was very soft, but it made the entire Dao Palace tremble.
The 129,600 jade divination sticks hanging under the corridor exploded at the same time, and the jade chips flew like snow, reflecting colorful light in the sunlight.
He raised his dry branch-like fingers and drew a spell in the air.
The talisman that was supposed to reveal the secrets of heaven turned into drops of black blood, corroding the glazed ground into holes that emitted green smoke.
Daozu's pupils suddenly contracted, and he felt a familiar yet unfamiliar breath awakening.
boom--
The projection of the Western White Tiger Constellation suddenly appeared in the hall, and the shadow of the White Tiger Lord, who was supposed to be guarding and killing, was now kneeling in the direction of the Tianzhen Sect.
The majestic white tiger shadow lowered its head and let out a low whimper, as if it was afraid of something.
The Taoist robe of the Taoist master moved without wind, and the Yin-Yang fish that appeared behind him spun wildly.
The Yin-Yang fish was originally formed by the ultimate principles of heaven and earth, but now it seemed to be stirred by some force, spinning faster and faster until it turned into chaos.
Snap——
With a crisp cracking sound, the Yin-Yang fish was split into two halves by a sword mark that appeared out of nowhere.
The sword mark was ancient and desolate, carrying an eternal aura, as if it had come through endless time.
puff--
The Taoist Patriarch suddenly spat out a mouthful of Taoist blood, which was mixed with bits of star sand and fell onto the burning star map in the center of the hall.
The flames suddenly turned into a strange blue-purple color, and as the flames sputtered, countless stars could be vaguely seen flickering in them.
“Master!”
The disciples' cries of surprise were heard outside the hall, but Daozu seemed not to hear them. His eyes were fixed on the blue-purple flames.
In the flames, a picture gradually became clear:
A young figure in a white robe, holding a magic sword, looked at him from a distance. There was no trace of awe in his eyes, but instead an indescribable indifference.
The tip of the magic sword in the opponent's hand was holding a half-broken Tai Chi diagram, and the Tai Chi diagram was the treasure of Taoism.
Daozu's face turned pale in an instant, his fingers trembled slightly, and the shadow of the Yin-Yang fish behind him appeared again, but was still split in half by the sword mark.
He felt an unprecedented sense of oppression, as if the entire world was pressing down on him.
"The Way of Heaven...is about to change hands."
Daozu staggered and held onto the collapsed Guatai, spider-web-like cracks spreading under his feet.
The entire sea of clouds in the thirty-three heavens began to roll back, and the heavenly guardian soldiers formed by the spirits of the Taoist ancestors of all generations were now trembling constantly.
…
Snap——
The sound of the first iron chain breaking exploded above the silent sword tomb, shaking people's eardrums like thunder.
The elder guarding the sword tomb suddenly looked up, a trace of horror flashing in his turbid eyes.
Then came the second, the third...
"not good!"
The Sword Guardian Elder's expression changed drastically, and the Chixiao Sword in his hand came out of its sheath with a clang, and the sword body emitted a crimson glow.
However, before he could make any move, the seventy-two suspended iron chains suddenly broke at the same time!
boom--
The sword tomb that had been silent for a thousand years suddenly erupted with a terrifying roar at this moment. The Sword Burial Cliff shook violently, and countless broken stones fell from the cliff.
The hundred thousand ancient swords inserted into the cliff wall trembled at the same time, making a teeth-grinding sound of metal friction.
The sword-guarding elder only felt that the Chixiao Sword in his hand was shaking violently and was about to slip out of his hand.
At the same time, the ancient swords deeply embedded in the basalt were pulled out by themselves. The rust accumulated on the swords for thousands of years peeled off in the spinning process, revealing their cold sharp edges.
“This, this is…”
The Sword Guardian Elder's pupils shrank sharply as he watched countless ancient swords soar into the sky and converge into a torrent of steel under the sky.
The sword light was like a dragon, the sword energy was like a rainbow, and the entire sky was illuminated with a bright snow-white glow.
What is even more shocking is that the swords of the powerful men of all generations that were sealed deep in the sword tomb were also unsealed and came out.
Wherever the sword passed, space was distorted...
"Ten Thousand Swords Paying Homage to the Emperor... This is Ten Thousand Swords Paying Homage to the Emperor!"
The Sword Guardian's voice was trembling, and the Chixiao Sword in his hand could no longer be suppressed. With a clang, it was completely unsheathed and turned into a red light that merged into the sword flow.
The sound of swords rang out like a tsunami, resounding in the Sword Burial Abyss.
One hundred thousand kinds of sword sounds intertwined in the void, transforming into sword energy ripples visible to the naked eye.
boom!
The sword monument that had stood at the bottom of the abyss for thousands of years suddenly exploded, and a bronze sword coffin slowly rose amidst the flying debris.
Nine blood-red chains were wrapped around the coffin, and each chain was engraved with forbidden runes.
At this moment, these runes are collapsing at an alarming speed.
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