Chapter 214 The Sword of Heavenly Dao
Hongjun recalled the merciless sword strikes from the chaos and was filled with uncontrollable rage. This person was more cold-blooded and more ruthless than him.
Drawing your sword isn't difficult, is it?
Hongjun, who said that drawing his sword was not difficult, used the most difficult sword strike of his life. His magic power was stagnant and his aura was unstable, leaving people speechless and unable to imagine that this was a sword strike that the Dao Ancestor could use.
When Chang Hao saw that Hongjun was really raising his sword against him, the last hope in his eyes vanished. A bitter tree cannot bear sweet fruit. He had no right to expect anything from a relationship that started with deception.
"Master, please have mercy..." Nuwa dared not lay a hand on Hongjun, so she could only push Chang Hao, "You idiot, run away! What are you standing there for?"
Chang Hao smiled bitterly. After fighting two powerful beings in a row and suppressing Taiyi's self-destruction, his body was already riddled with holes. It was difficult for him to even stand up, let alone resist or dodge.
Hongjun was alarmed to find that the sword was about to reach his vital point. The deceitful little fellow did not even dodge. In his panic and confusion, he withdrew the sword, and his mind was flawed. This immediately allowed the Heavenly Dao to take advantage of the situation.
The difficult sword moves suddenly became fluid and swift, passing through the body mercilessly and fiercely. Chang Hao, who was already at his limit, fell directly from the clouds.
Hongjun was in a state of utter confusion. The golden blood still stained his sword told him that he had truly injured Chang Hao.
Hongjun sheathed his sword and turned around. The lingering unease in his eyes transformed into indifference and detachment. His calm, unwavering gaze swept around the room before he condensed his sword once more and ruthlessly charged towards Chang Hao, who was falling straight down.
This is not Hongjun...
Chang Hao wanted to hide. If Hongjun wanted him to die, he could just surrender. What did it matter if the Heavenly Dao took his place and used its sword?
But with his body completely powerless and bound by the power of Heaven, where could he possibly hide?
'Clang...' The Heavenly Sword was momentarily blocked by an unknown force, its momentum slowing down. 'Who?'
The power of Heaven transcends time and space... Primordial Beginning... The Sage ordained by Heaven.
Troublesome, can't kill it, can only seal it temporarily... Heavenly Dao turned and drew its sword...
"Stop..." Hongjun seized control, and the Eastern Emperor Bell let out a mournful cry, crashing straight into the Heavenly Dao Sword. The sword tip was slightly tilted, but it still pierced through Chang Hao, passing right in front of him, completely replicating Chang Hao's actions in the Chaos.
"Stop..." Yuanshi arrived, heartbroken, and helplessly shielded Chang Hao under the Pangu Banner. At the same time, the next strike of the Heavenly Sword landed on the Pangu Banner.
Hongjun was furious. He calmed himself down and seized control, saying, "Didn't you hear me tell you to stop?"
Fortunately, the Heavenly Dao was already half-crippled at this point; otherwise, things would have been much more difficult.
“Chang Hao…” Yuanshi let Chang Hao lean against his chest, half-hugging him with one hand and slowly channeling spiritual energy into him, while cautiously gripping the Pangu Banner with the other. He was never afraid of defying the heavens.
"Chang Hao, are you alright? Don't scare me." Tongtian's legs almost went weak. Two swords from the Heavenly Dao! Was Chang Hao going to be finished?
Lao Tzu unconsciously tugged at his beard, one hair at a time, until he was almost bald and could no longer pretend to be an old man.
"Lu Ya, my real name is Lu Ya." Chang Hao glanced at Yuan Shi and then fainted.
He had remembered everything and naturally didn't want these sincere friends to end up remembering only a false name.
Chang Hao was merely a name forcibly assigned to him by Haotian after he was refined from the Demon Refining Pot. This was solely to establish a connection between the two, suppress his destiny, and deceive the Heavenly Dao, thus sending him into reincarnation to have his memories wiped again. He was another unfortunate demon found by Haotian, who had lost his name, destiny, position as a righteous god, and life.
Although the name was just a code name, and he had long regarded Chang Hao as his real name, he was actually Lu Ya.
“Chang Hao… Lu Ya…” Tongtian saw golden light appear around Chang Hao and joined the rescue effort with trembling hands. Only after taking action did he realize it was a false alarm. It was not that his primordial spirit had collapsed, but rather that he was seriously injured and his source of energy had leaked out.
Hongjun had already suppressed the Heavenly Dao again, and with lingering fear in his heart, the sword he had condensed dissipated into the world.
"What are you doing?" The Heavenly Dao churned in Hongjun's mind. "Make Lu Ya return the three swords to you, and take back the one I gave you. All karma will be wiped out, leaving only one sword!"
"Impossible. I've raised Chang Hao for so many years, and our karma is already intertwined. How can it be completely eliminated?" Hongjun suppressed the Heavenly Dao once again. Before the creation of the world, the concept of karma was a joke. But afterward, what Chang Hao owed him, and what he owed Chang Hao, could not be eliminated by a simple act of elimination.
“I acted with restraint. I took him back, and no matter who he is, I want him to fill this hole,” the Heavenly Dao calmly stirred in Hongjun’s mind. “Luo Hou is about to come out, and I’m about to collapse.”
At this point, Heaven could only grasp at the straw in front of it.
Hongjun ignored him, bent down to check Chang Hao's injuries, and then flew into a rage. "Is this what you call having any sense of propriety? If the Heavenly Dao were to stab him again, he would be crippled."
The Heavenly Dao was puzzled, "Wouldn't it be better to cripple him? He'd behave himself from then on."
After this experience, Tiandao had a profound realization: if one's cultivation ability is too strong, one will lose control, just like a lich. It is easier to control a weak one, and its destructive power is not that strong.
It's better to abolish him. Lu Ya can just be the Heavenly Emperor and diligently maintain the operation of the Heavenly Dao. He will always be under his control, and with several saints pressing down on him, he won't cause any more trouble.
Yuanshi assessed the situation and realized that the person before him was his familiar master, not the Heavenly Dao. Only then did he feel at ease and continue to heal Chang Hao. The spiritual energy from the same source flowed in continuously, and Chang Hao's faint aura gradually stabilized.
"Master, Chang Hao is seriously injured. I want to take him back to Kunlun Mountain to recuperate. Please grant me permission." Yuan Shi hugged the seriously injured Chang Hao tightly in his arms.
Hongjun frowned. "Give me the person."
To his surprise, Yuanshi hugged Hongjun even tighter, looking at him warily, "Please grant me permission, Master."
"Please grant me permission, Master," Tongtian joined the plea. "It was wrong of Chang Hao to interfere in the great calamity without authorization. How about letting Chang Hao reflect on his mistakes in Kunlun Mountain? I will take good care of him."
Tongtian was unaware of the details and only thought that his master was trying to silence the saints of the heavens. He thought, "Look, my master has already punished them, so the matter of meddling in the great calamity is over."
Hongjun glanced at the Pangu Banner that Yuanshi was stirring with. "You wicked disciple, do you intend to betray your master and destroy your ancestors?"
But this was not the time to concern himself with such things. Hongjun had never taken these disciples seriously. In the entire prehistoric world, the only one he cared about was this smooth-talking, lying little liar who was now in critical condition.
Hongjun raised his hand and held Chang Hao in his arms, checked his aura, and then scanned the Three Pure Ones in turn. "This matter ends here. Later, all the saints will come to Zixiao Palace to discuss the aftermath of the calamity."
Yuanshi, having instantly lost his beloved in his arms, was about to retaliate when Laozi swiftly grabbed his hand and gave him a warning glare.
Based on Master's skill alone, their level is still far behind. Master's anger towards Chang Hao has subsided, and Chang Hao's ordeal is about to be over. Let's not cause any more trouble.
As if things weren't chaotic enough, they wanted to add fuel to the fire.
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