But for a saint, even this world will withdraw its recognition.
That is... "Dao Realm"!
"boom--!!!!"
The huge and domineering "Dao Realm" with Mu Zhao as the only respected master collapsed and disintegrated in an instant.
The power that supported Mu Zhao to become the controller of this small world was lost in an instant, causing his figure that seemed to be standing tall to return to the height of an ordinary person, and the oppressive feeling he gave people was no longer so strong.
The vortex that encompassed this world almost explained what it meant for the wind to disperse and the clouds to scatter. Without the "Dao Domain" to gather and control them, it also disintegrated in all directions.
The two "Dao Realms" that were originally fighting against each other finally broke the delicate balance that was originally somewhat leaning towards Mu Zhao, and instead launched a fierce counterattack towards Mu Zhao!
Mu Zhao's cultivation level is declining rapidly.
In just a moment, he descended from the Dao shore to...Xuanxuan!
In this world, you can gain enlightenment in one night, and lose it in one breath!
Things that are hard to come by are hard to lose, and things that are easy to get are easy to lose. If you try to steal someone else's work, you will end up suffering the consequences.
At this moment, Lu Zhexuan's Dharma image finally broke through Mu Zhao's blockade and took the last step, crossing the entire sea of suffering and transcending the endless cycle of life and death for ordinary people.
It is said to be a Dharma image, but in fact it is the soul that has left the body. The Dharma image becomes clearer and clearer, outlining a face exactly the same as Lu Zhexuan. It is a female fairy wearing a crown and a feathered dress, standing in the wind, majestic and sacred.
When the Dharmakāya took this step, the void under Lu Zhexuan's feet suddenly revealed an endless other shore. Countless saints from the past with blurred faces were standing at the end of the other shore, looking up at her, as if welcoming her arrival with a smile.
Lu Zhexuan's heart moved, and as he glanced around, he saw the shadow of "Martial Saint" Mu Zhao.
This shadow is exactly the same as the "Martial Saint" statue on the Martial Saint Pavilion in Taishan. Both are images of a burly old man with beautiful beard and long mustache, gentle and strong, looking gentle yet majestic.
But at this moment, the faint smiling shadow is fading away, wiped out from the seat on the other side by heaven and earth.
During the erasing process, the shadow twisted for a moment, and the expression on his face changed from that of a smiling saint to an extremely hideous, bloodthirsty and hateful face like a beast.
This is exactly the truest appearance of the "Martial Saint" at this moment—
"Impossible... How dare you, little bastard An, lie to me! How dare you, how dare you! Impossible! How is this possible?!"
Not far away, Mu Zhao reacted with red eyes and cursed angrily, his whole body trembling, just like a beast that had peeled off the disguised human skin.
Mu Zhao felt the "Dao Realm" dispersing around him, and he became like a madman, constantly reaching out his hands to try to grasp the lost power.
But these powers no longer belonged to him the moment his Dao heart was broken.
At this moment, the more he struggled, the more he went against "tyranny" and ran counter to the power he once possessed, and the faster his power was lost.
However, how could Mu Zhao remain calm at this moment, facing the ridiculous situation where everything he had gained over the past two thousand years was easily thrown away because of the lies of a little beast?!
Mu Zhao raised his arms in vain, shouting over and over again, "I am the Martial Saint! I am a saint! How could I possibly go against my own 'Tao'?"
With red eyes, he roared and questioned the heaven and earth:
"I am a saint! I am merely magnanimous and offer this ignorant boy a little mercy, allowing him to worship under my tutelage. If he sincerely prostrates himself before me, he will naturally have a chance to survive... That's all! That's all!"
"Isn't this overbearing? What have I done wrong?! What have I done wrong?!"
"Heaven has no eyes and no ears! I was deceived by this idiot and my heart of Taoism was destroyed! I won't accept it!!!"
Mu Zhao's voice was as loud as thunder, but it no longer contained the domineering aura that he had before. Instead, it was filled with an unconcealable sense of decadence and hoarseness.
However, before the blink of an eye, Lu Zhexuan was still in the Xuanxuan realm, while Mu Zhao was in the Daoan realm. At this moment, the cultivation levels of the two have completely exchanged.
One step forward and one step back.
Lu Zhe became a saint, while Mu Zhao lost his way.
…
Mount Tai, Martial Saint Pavilion.
The chaos caused by Mu Zhao's sudden departure has not yet completely subsided.
Because the entire Taishan had been split into two halves due to Mu Zhao's anger when he left, the Martial Saint Pavilion was still in a state of half ruins and half intact, and the remaining members did not dare to act rashly.
Now everyone knows that Pavilion Master Wen Hongsheng was so angry because another true disciple of the "Martial Saint", Wen Hongsheng's biological son, Wen Yao, suddenly passed away.
Although the incident was indeed extremely sudden, the fate cards were broken and there was no other possibility.
Wen Yao has reached the peak of the Baoyue Realm and has cultivated the ability to let his soul leave his body. If there is a third-grade master by his side at the time of his death, then if he uses secret methods to seal his soul, there is still a glimmer of hope.
When a person dies, it is like a lamp going out, and the soul is the lamp.
Once it leaves the body, it will be immediately blown away by the strong wind, but if it is preserved quickly enough, some of its soul will remain. Although it cannot save its life completely, it can still retain some consciousness.
But unfortunately, Wen Yao died on the Pinggu battlefield.
Even a saint cannot forcibly open the closed Pingu battlefield.
Wen Yao’s death is a foregone conclusion.
But when Wen Hongsheng thought about sending Wen Yao into the Pinggu battlefield, it was like sending him into a coffin where he was doomed to die. Would he have any regrets for a moment?
Ever since Wu Sheng left and Wen Hongsheng woke up, he has been staring at the fate plate in a daze in the attic.
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