An attack that directly hits the law!
All the Holy Kings felt dizzy on the spot and almost fell to the ground and fainted.
Looking up at the sky again, what I saw was not the blue sky, nor the dark universe, but a pale white.
The paleness was almost chaotic, as if a hole had been chiseled out in the sky and earth.
Qiu Wuji knelt down on one knee, his body covered in blood, his body trembling visibly, and half of his face was burnt black.
But he survived.
The momentum rose again, completely surpassing the limits of the Holy King.
Done?
A thought suddenly occurred to all the onlookers.
The Wuxiang people just shook their heads.
After climbing out of the bottom of the well, it is still a long way to the sky.
"You did your best."
The fairy in white seems to be a comfort, but also a verdict.
This was his last mercy.
One more step forward would mean death, there would be no room for maneuver.
It was just as the old tree spirit said, "He is not Li Changsheng."
The wind was howling, and it seemed as if this was the only sound left in the world.
Those who intend to imitate the immortals are in a precarious situation, as if a gust of wind could blow them down.
A series of gazes that seemed to be real met in the void and fell on Qiu Wuji.
Regret, admire, appreciate
Everyone knew that he was at the end of his rope and that one more step forward would mean death.
“I heard the truth in the morning, I heard the truth in the morning. I have seen transcendence. I cannot be like a mayfly that is born in the morning and dies in the evening. I must be a real dragon flying in the sky, a saint that transcends heaven and earth.”
"Finally, I will be your equal and look you in the eye."
Qiu Wuji stood up tremblingly, holding the sword. The blood from his knuckles dripped from the sword. There was not a single piece of good flesh on his body, but his eyes had not become cloudy.
Instead, it becomes brighter.
He roared, "Disciple Qiu Wuji, I beg the immortal to grant me the way!"
"Why."
With a sigh, the sky was filled with rosy clouds, the Immortal Sword broke, the hilt fell to the ground and turned into land, and finally became a sacred mountain.
Qiu Wuji fell on the sacred mountain, half of his face buried in the soil, his eyes were dimmed, and his vitality was rapidly draining away.
The white-robed fairy landed on the ground, and said without any sadness or joy: "Congratulations, you have heard the truth."
He was unable to answer and just stared blankly at the earth that was expanding at a speed visible to the naked eye, where water gave birth to wood, wood gave birth to fire, fire gave birth to earth, and earth gave birth to metal.
A formless Tao is evolving.
Feng Wa.
And me?
Qiu Wuji, who had fallen into the mud, raised his hand with difficulty. A white light that transcended heaven and earth turned into a sword. The sword was plain and simple, without any spiritual light or power.
But it was what he had always dreamed of.
Enlightenment!
He held the plain sword in his arms, treating it like a treasure, and said softly:
"Its name is Taishang."
It originates from the Wuji and returns to the Supreme.
A gust of wind blew away, leaving only a plain sword.
The White-Robed Immortal picked up the Supreme Sword, brushed off the dust on it, and recited the last sentence, saying, "It is OK to die in the evening."
Qiu Wuji is the second person in the history of heaven and earth to achieve enlightenment through force.
(End of this chapter)
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