In Chapter 878, the corpse returns to its place…
Asking about the sword?
Chen Huai'an's lips twitched.
"Didn't we agree to settle this with one round? You've gone from asking about the Dao to asking about the sword, from a battle of wits to a fight of fists..."
"If you don't get a sword later, you'll ask for knives, spears, clubs, axes... I don't have that much time to play with you. The situation on Earth is urgent, and we don't have much time left."
"What's the rush?" Zhong Shi smirked. "Thinking that time is running out is just your personal opinion. Do you think that the cycle of reincarnation is about to end and the next cycle is about to begin?"
Indeed, without external intervention, you have at most six months left.
In a mere six months, even if you become a saint, your strength will still be nothing more than a slightly larger ant in the eyes of the Celestials. You'll still be crushed underfoot.
Chen Huai'an frowned.
Judging from what Zhongshi said... the strength of the Heavenly God Clan was far greater than that of someone like Laozi.
"Where is your so-called external force and time?"
Zhong Shi stood up: "What if the two worlds are about to merge?"
"Two worlds? The Azure Cloud Realm and Earth?" Chen Huai'an was stunned.
“That’s right.” Zhong Shi nodded: “If the two realms merge, the attention of the Celestial Race will be entirely focused on the Cangyun Realm. Reincarnation and destiny will be completely rewritten in that instant. Isn’t the reason why we keep starting reincarnation to obtain the power to advance to higher dimensions?”
Compared to the Cangyun Realm, what are Earth's resources?
They will become even more greedy and want to possess the entire Cangyun Great World!
At that time, a devastating war will erupt between the two worlds, and this…
Her gaze fell on Chen Huai'an, and a smirk appeared on her lips: "I'll give you your chance!"
Chen Huai'an opened his mouth, as if to ask another question.
The corpse in the middle no longer looked at the body.
The figure in white stood there quietly, but the aura around him had changed.
No longer a person.
Even the god is no longer there.
놛 has become a ruler, a law, a "rule" that cannot be transgressed.
"There is no cultivation or realm here."
The corpse raised its hand, palm facing upward, without gripping a sword, yet an invisible cage seemed to rise between heaven and earth, a formidable barrier.
"Only the way of the sword."
The wind stopped.
It did not cease naturally, but was forcibly suppressed by some more powerful order.
Chen Huai'an was silent for a moment, then suddenly smiled.
He casually reached out and grabbed at the void.
Gravel has accumulated, leaving behind a trail of rust.
A chipped iron sword appeared ugly in the palm of the hand.
"please."
There was no warning whatsoever.
The corpse in the middle moved.
Or rather, the "rules" in front of them have come down.
The sword is drawn.
This sword strike was square, massive, and perfectly executed.
There was no sword light, only a suffocating sense of "reason".
Like a virtuous man standing in the court, pointing out the flaws in the system; or like the warp and weft of the universe, allowing no deviation whatsoever.
Chen Huai'an narrowed his eyes.
The swordsmanship of the middle corpse is the Doctrine of the Mean.
Impartial and unbiased, neither excessive nor deficient.
Just like when they discussed Taoism before, Dao and Dao were rigid and old-fashioned, the same kind of people.
There was no way to dodge this sword strike, because no matter where you tried to hide, you would still be within the bounds of these "rules".
Yu did not dodge.
He carried the broken iron sword, swaying as if he were drunk.
"Have you not seen—"
With a low murmur, the sword tip rose haphazardly from bottom to top.
This gesture, however, carried an extremely unrestrained sorrow, like the Yellow River flowing down from the sky, rushing to the sea never to return.
That's Li Bai's wildness, that's his pride and freedom.
The river's waters are about to breach these formidable dikes!
when!
The two swords clashed.
The sound was not crisp, but muffled, like a heavy hammer hitting the mouth.
Chen Huai'an's tiger's mouth split open, and blood instantly stained the sword hilt red.
The corpse's sword was too steady, as steady as a mountain, and no matter how hard you tried, you couldn't break through it.
"Too scattered."
Zhongshi slightly turned his wrist, and the sword stance changed.
What was a mountain just moments ago has now become a net.
The impenetrable net of swords, every line cutting through space, forcibly severed Chen Huai'an's "great river," preventing it from flowing and drying up.
"Your sword has feelings, hatred, and regret."
The corpse approached step by step, and wherever the tip of its sword pointed, it was at the point where Chen Huai'an's sword intent flowed with stagnation.
"A sword is a weapon of violence, so it should be pure and spotless."
laugh!
Chen Huai'an had a deep cut on his arm, so deep it exposed the bone.
With a muffled groan, the iron sword spun around, tracing a piercing arc.
"A dappled horse, a thousand pieces of gold..."
The sword energy, like wine, splashed out.
But Zhong Shi simply took a light step to the side and stood in the only blind spot where the sword intent was splashing.
As precise as a textbook.
놛 stood within the rules of the sword.
All sword techniques are under my control.
Sizzle! Sizzle! Sizzle!
In the blink of an eye, Chen Huai'an had more than a dozen bloody gashes on his body.
Like a barbarian bewildered before a sophisticated machine.
All the wildness and unbridled spirit were shattered into pieces in the face of absolute reason and rules.
Blood dripped down the hem of her clothes, blooming into a glaring red plum blossom in the pure white space.
The corpse stopped its sword strike, and not a single drop of blood was on the tip.
"Is this your swordsmanship? Just the bravery of a fool?"
"Kendo and spiritual attainment are different; courage without strategy leads to self-destruction."
Chen Huai'an was panting heavily.
He wiped the blood from his eyes and looked at the spotless figure opposite him.
It's perfect.
It's so perfect it's despair-inducing.
But it is precisely because of its perfection...
Chen Huai'an grinned, revealing a mouthful of red teeth, his smile menacing.
"purely?"
He gripped the nicked iron sword tightly with both hands, his body lowered, no longer resembling a swordsman, but rather a lone wolf forced into a desperate situation, ready to pounce.
"That's for the dead."
"A living person's sword should have a bit of an earthy smell..."
The void beneath Chen Huai'an's feet suddenly shattered.
boom!
He rushed forward.
This time, there was no majestic flow of the Yellow River, no heroic spirit of drinking and singing.
This sword strike was clumsy, heavy, and straight.
Like the bricks thrown by street thugs, like the blows of an old farmer hoeing the ground.
"Call the boy to bring out some fine wine!!"
The 놛 roars in anger.
A hint of disdain flashed in Zhong Shi's eyes.
It is full of flaws.
Without retreating, he advanced, thrusting out his long sword, aiming directly at Chen Huai'an's internal organs.
This was a fatal blow. According to the principles of swordsmanship, Chen Huai'an had to parry it with his sword, or he would surely die.
Pfft.
The sound of a sharp blade piercing flesh was clearly audible.
For the first time, surprise appeared in the indifferent eyes of the corpse.
The sword did indeed pierce through.
It pierced through Chen Huai'an's shoulder, just a hair's breadth away from his genitals.
Chen Huai'an did not block it.
He even took a step forward to meet the sword's edge, letting the sharp sword representing "rules" jam his bones.
Then, he smiled smugly.
The broken iron sword in his hand carried a mad, suicidal urge...
Hard.
It pierced the chest of the corpse.
puff.
Two swords and meat.
The image freezes.
Chen Huai'an's face was pressed against the flawless face of the corpse, the hot breath blowing on his face, the smell of blood was so strong it was choking.
"Your repairs are flawless and perfect, reaching the highest level..."
Chen Huai'an twisted his wrist, and the sharp pain caused 놛's facial muscles to twitch, but 놛 laughed even more gleefully.
"...So you value your life, you're afraid of getting dirty."
He drew his sword abruptly!
Blood mist gushed out, splattering all over the corpse's face.
"But I'm just a worthless 'person' with a worthless life."
"I'd give my life for a single sword strike from you."
Chen Huai'an swayed, but still stared intently into the other person's eyes: "Do you dare?"
The corpse bowed its head.
Looking at the disappearing void in my chest.
There was no blood, only scattered white light, and the broken path.
We lost.
"When in high office, one should worry about the people; when in retirement, one should worry about the ruler."
Zhongshi shook his head and smiled bitterly: "When you actually get to that temple, you can no longer see the water, fire, and people clearly."
"The Way is also like this."
"I...I dare not!"
The corpse released its grip.
The sword in his hand turned into specks of light and vanished.
He raised his head, and the aloof, divine indifference on his face finally disappeared.
Instead, a very faint, yet very genuine smile appeared.
That's the relief I feel when I see someone achieve what I couldn't.
"Among the three corpses, the superior corpse is too arrogant and cannot tolerate dust; the middle corpse is too rational and cannot tolerate changes."
The corpse's figure began to become transparent. It reached out its hand, seemingly wanting to wipe the bloodstains from Chen Huai'an's shoulder, and its palm passed through Chen Huai'an's body.
"Only by disposing of the corpse..."
"Though in the mud, it faces the blazing sun."
"Chen Huai'an".
"I am not as good as you."
“I regret that I am a corpse in the middle, my fate is to merge with you and the upper corpse, or one day be merged by you both... otherwise…”
"We should become friends, right?"
"This is where we part ways, like a lone tumbleweed embarking on a journey of ten thousand miles... Farewell, Chen Huai'an!"
A sigh fell, and the white robes crumbled.
Countless streams of pure and refined divine soul power flowed like rivers flowing into the sea.
At this moment, the Yellow River, which had stopped flowing, and the collapsed dikes were all reborn under this force.
boom!
The sea of consciousness roared, and the mind became clear.
The corpse...returns to its place!
Chen Huai'an stood there, frozen in place.
And the spot where the corpse was standing just now.
All that's left is a wine gourd and a sword.
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