The sky and the earth were pitch black, with only silver lightning flashing down from the sky, hitting the earth hard and illuminating everything.
Across the vast formation spanning the Kushan Mountains, the phantoms of three divine beasts roared and screamed, launching terrifying attacks at the young cultivator at the center. Whether it was the golden dragon's thunder, the phoenix's crimson fire, or the unicorn's fierce wind, none of them were enough for Li Xiuchen to withstand. However, bolts of lightning blocked his path, shielding him from all attacks.
Li Xiuchen was so embarrassed by the impact of these forces that he could only dodge left and right.
But in the far north, no one paid attention to his current situation. Everyone looked up at the sky, looking at the large patches of dark clouds eroded by darkness.
The sky was collapsing as if it was going to destroy the heavens and the earth. All things were trembling in fear under such a terrifying sky. Even the great masters who had reached the Mahayana stage felt a force that was enough to destroy themselves.
For a moment, the monks and monsters with lower cultivation levels were all terrified and they kept running away; while those venerables with higher cultivation levels could sense some vague laws of heaven. They had already discovered that even if you run, can you escape from the Xuantian Continent and this sky?
Venerable Guanglingzi's voice trembled slightly as he muttered to himself, "Jianqing, what exactly are you going to do..."
boom!
Amidst the pitch-black leaden clouds, a tall, handsome figure soared swiftly into the sky. In his left hand, the Green Lotus Jade Lamp emanated a soft, hazy light, like a bright moon amidst the dense clouds, dispelling the darkness.
The entire sky was trembling violently, and it continuously struck lightning, blocking the attacks of the divine beasts for Li Xiuchen. At the same time, it struck lightning towards Luo Jianqing, but was shattered by the green sword light, and then rushed towards Luo Jianqing without hesitation.
The pressure and strength of the three-headed beasts forced Lei Ting to protect Li Xiuchen without a moment's hesitation. However, Luo Jianqing took advantage of this momentum and quickly flew up to a height of 9,999 feet in the sky! He was surrounded by a thick darkness, unable to see ahead or behind. Only the lamp in his hand still illuminated the only ray of light.
"Thirty thousand years ago, more than a hundred powerful masters in the Spiritualization Stage, plus Jiulian, were defeated by you."
"Thirty thousand years from now, I will be the only one left, but I will never fail!"
Luo Jianqing's eyes flashed, and he suddenly raised the Frost Floating Sword and slashed forward.
The sword split the dark clouds, clearing a path. Silver serpents of lightning crisscrossed the path, and at its end lay an unknown darkness. Luo Jianqing gazed calmly ahead, holding the Frost Floating Sword in his right hand and the Green Lotus Jade Lamp in his left, he stepped step by step into the path.
At first, the lightning bolts that rushed towards him were only equivalent to the full force of an early Mahayana cultivator. Luo Jianqing didn't even need to move, as they disappeared completely three feet away from him. Later, the lightning bolts that attacked him were equivalent to the full force of a mid-stage Mahayana cultivator. Luo Jianqing lowered his eyes, and the lightning bolts shattered with a loud bang.
Then, there was a full-strength attack from the late Mahayana cultivator, the early stage of the Spirit Transformation, the middle stage of the Spirit Transformation, and the late stage of the Spirit Transformation!
On a boundless dark road, a handsome monk in azure robes walked calmly and leisurely. The road before him was filled with hardship, uncertainty, danger, and loneliness, but he took one step forward again and again.
When divine thunder strikes, he raises his sword to block it; when a strong wind blows, he smashes it with one sword!
The road seemed to be roaring and screaming. It was dissatisfied with Luo Jianqing's progress and it blocked his way again and again.
Countless bolts of lightning struck Luo Jianqing simultaneously. He clapped his left hand, and the Azure Lotus Jade Lamp flew in front of him, spinning and emitting a brilliant light. Then, a flash of golden light appeared, and a cold sword appeared in his left hand. When the two swords were swung down simultaneously, Azure Lotus blossoms bloomed on the lonely, dark road.
Luo Jianqing stomped his right foot, and powerful spiritual power spread out from his body, forming a violent wind tornado, confronting the thunder.
At this moment in the far north, hundreds of powerful monks saw a scene that they would never forget in their lifetime.
As dark clouds pressed in, a silver serpent surged, and a cyan light filled the pitch-black sky. It was like a rising sun, dispelling the darkness and allowing light to return. Beneath its radiance, the underworld trembled, the earth shook, and all things quivered madly. The thunder grew more ferocious, as if a terrible battle was taking place within the dark clouds.
In this darkness, Luo Jianqing only used a lamp to illuminate himself, holding swords in both hands, fighting against the countless thunders.
This lamp was the natal lamp of the Venerable Jiulian. For thirty thousand years, only two sparks remained. Each Peak Master of Yuxiao Peak on Mount Taihua used their lives as fuel before their death, maintaining that spark. Now, it finally emanated its light.
If you look more closely, you will see a nine-petal green lotus spinning on the wick!
This nine-petaled blue lotus was identical to the one between Luo Jianqing's eyebrows. With its ethereal power, it fueled the brilliance of the Blue Lotus Jade Lamp. This blue lotus was Luo Jianqing's primordial spirit. It had no offensive power, yet it shone eternally in the darkness, as if awaiting the arrival of something, or guiding its progress.
The Green Lotus Jade Lamp passively emitted light, but the thing hidden in the lamp was suppressed by Luo Jianqing's soul and could not turn over.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Amidst the myriad thunderbolts, a blue-robed monk stood, sword in hand, his long hair rustling in the wind. His azure robes shone a rich, inky crimson against the endless darkness. Facing the thunderbolts of heaven, he wielded his sword alone, fearless, as he launched a counterattack.
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