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Chapter 59 Fight 1 Fight?
Chapter 59 Let's have a fight?
"Such a being has appeared in this world? Could it be that a creature from outside the circle has infiltrated?" Liu Er frowned, his tone grave.
"No, it's from within the circle, pure human blood." Deep within the cave, that calm voice rang out again, but those with six ears who knew him well could detect a barely perceptible, almost gritted teeth-like glint in it. "A peerless genius—truly a peerless genius! In just a few decades, not even sixty years have passed, yet he was able to annihilate my clone with a single blow—"
The owner of the voice clearly showed no appreciation for this "achievement".
Outside the cave, spiritual light gathered, and a figure quietly appeared.
He was dressed in a colorful theatrical costume, wearing a pheasant feather crown, his face was as white as powder, and his golden eyes shone brightly in the moonlight. He was none other than the Third Young Master of Aolai Kingdom. With his hands behind his back, he walked step by step through the air towards Liu Er's location.
His steps appeared light and carefree, even carrying a touch of rhythm from the stage, but with each step, the surrounding space seemed to sink slightly, creating subtle ripples visible to the naked eye. Liu Er keenly sensed that his third brother was carrying an invisible mountain on his back, or perhaps the unimaginable weight of his injuries was being forcibly suppressed, making each step exceptionally "heavy."
"What do you intend to do?" Liu Er stepped forward, blocking the path, his voice stern. "In your current state, you absolutely cannot act rashly, much less travel in your true form!"
"I'll go for you and find out what's going on with that person," Liu Er said decisively.
"For me?" The Third Young Master's golden eyes shifted slightly, landing on Six Ears' face. His tone was calm, yet every word was chilling. "If you had been there when that palm strike came, you would have been annihilated by now. If you want to seek death, I won't stop you."
Upon hearing this, Liu Er's six golden ears drooped slightly involuntarily, his imposing aura weakening by three points: "—"
"Then forget it."
"It's alright, I'll go myself. Go quickly and come back quickly, it won't cost a penny—" The Third Young Master's words were cut short.
His golden pupils, which were originally looking at Liu Er, suddenly contracted!
In the empty space less than three feet in front of him, without warning or sound, a section of sword material "grew" out of thin air.
There was no hilt; the blade was entirely transparent, like the purest glass, yet within it seemed to hold within it the illusion of a swirling galaxy and the flow of time. Its mere presence caused the surrounding space to ripple like the surface of water struck by a pebble, spreading out in steady, mysterious waves. And where the hilt should have been, wisps of ancient, desolate bronze mist rose, condensing and refusing to dissipate. This was precisely where one should have been slaying demons beneath the Bitter Love Tree of Tushan.
The Third Young Master's gaze fell on the suddenly appearing section of the sword.
In a daze, he seemed to pass through the sword and see the scene behind it—a blurry figure standing sideways, one finger forming a sword incantation, its feet resting on an enormous, anciently patterned bronze sword hilt, as if stepping on the foundation of time and space. The figure was not fully manifest in this world, yet across the distant river of time, it precisely delivered its sword intent and fighting spirit to him.
A voice, transcending the vast barrier of time, calmly echoed from the unknowable future: "Shall we have a fight?"
There was no provocation, no declaration, just three simple words: a pure question, an invitation that went straight to the heart of the matter.
No further words are needed.
Two beings, standing at different points in time yet both at some pinnacle of this world, instantly understood each other's intentions and qualifications.
None of them even glanced again at Liu Er, who stood beside them, seemingly on high alert and almost suffocating.
The last trace of theatrical relaxation on the Third Young Master's face vanished completely. He made a fist with his right hand, and dazzling golden light emanated from his palm, rapidly stretching and condensing into a long, gleaming golden staff. On the staff, the four ancient Taoist characters "Golden Hoop Ruyi" flowed with an aura of suppressing everything. His theatrical costume silently transformed into a majestic, gilded chainmail, and the two feathers on his head fluttered and rustled even without wind.
Liu Er felt the space in front of him ripple violently like water, creating a chaotic ripple.
In the next instant, the Third Young Master's figure, along with the mysterious sword and the faint afterimage behind it, completely vanished.
Only Liu Er remained, and only now did she dare to breathe heavily, her forehead already beaded with cold sweat. The invisible pressure of that brief standoff had almost rendered this second young lady of Aolai Kingdom unable to move.
"What the hell—" She looked at the now calm night sky with lingering fear, then couldn't help but look at the huge handprint on the moon, muttering to herself, "When did such a monster come into the human race? It could actually make the third brother—show that kind of expression!"
Even if the third brother's strength is reduced to a hundred percent, the fact that he takes this matter so seriously, and even evokes a battle intent that transcends time, suggests that the world is truly about to change.
The far side of the moon, an eternally cold and desolate land.
There is no sunlight here, only the distant starlight and the faint light reflected from the earth, outlining the menacing contours of the crater.
Without warning, two orbs of "light" appeared.
No, that wasn't light. It was the radiance emanating from two "beings" of vastly different natures, yet both so pure and powerful as to distort the laws of this space. Like two small white suns that suddenly ignited in this place, they instantly dispelled billions of years of darkness, illuminating this desolate land in a stark white light.
At the core of the light, two figures facing each other could be vaguely seen.
One of them, whose golden light was restrained yet could not conceal the weak ripples beneath his still-healing injuries and turbulent origins, was none other than the Third Young Master of Aolai Kingdom, who had forcibly crossed the sea to arrive.
The other figure, existing between reality and illusion, seemed to be projected from the future, surrounded by bronze-colored mist and glass-like sword light; it was the unknown being who had challenged them from afar.
One was still recovering from serious injuries, yet he was forced to muster the strength for another battle.
One transcends time, its projection descending upon the present world.
On the far side of the moon, far from the hustle and bustle of the world and in its cold silence, two forces powerful enough to shake the stars collided with a deafening roar!
No sound can travel in a vacuum, but the violent conflict and annihilation at the level of laws were like silent thunder, shaking this cosmos.
In the South, at Danfeng Ridge.
Since the day Zhou Yi, in full view of everyone, struck the moon with his palm and erased the mysterious clone of the Third Young Master of Aolai Kingdom, the more violent retaliation or the more unfathomable intervention that Zhou Yi had anticipated did not come as he had secretly guessed.
The other party may indeed be seriously injured and unable to move in the world, or perhaps the actions that day were just the actions of an avatar acting on its own, while the real body was asleep and recuperating and did not notice.
But no matter what, this is an excellent thing for the I Ching.
An eerie calm descended upon the world, as if the earth-shattering blow had temporarily silenced some unseen observers.
However, the war in the south did not come to a standstill.
Huan Du Qingtian, already on its last legs, seemed to have its final will to resist completely crushed with the appearance of that crescent-shaped palm print.
There were few warnings before the day of the decisive battle.
The poisonous miasma above Danfeng Ridge was much thinner than usual, and its color had faded from a deep purplish-black to an ominous gray. When Zhou Yi's figure reappeared at the front of the battle, walking alone towards the last solitary peak that Huandu Qingtian held, all the witnesses knew that the moment of end had arrived.
There were no lengthy challenges, no superfluous words.
The critically wounded and dying Southern Demon Emperor burned away his remaining demonic power, his attachment to his homeland, and his last vestige of imperial dignity, transforming them into a "Devastation of Ten Thousand Poisons" that swept across the heavens and earth. It was an eruption more desperate and more magnificent than the one in Southern Heaven City, with purple poisonous flames mixed with collapsing primordial laws, like the final roar of a dying beast, devouring Zhou Yi.
The Book of Changes simply involves pointing the fingers together like a sword and making a light, sweeping motion forward.
The movements are simple and unpretentious.
A sword light, refined to its utmost, seemingly stripped of all color, leaving only the concept of "severing," shot forth from his fingertips.
When the sword light first appeared, it was as thin as a hair, but it quickly swelled in the wind and transformed into a line that seemed to open up the sky and create the world!
There was no deafening roar, only a soul-stirring sense of "tearing." That vast and magnificent...
The "Ten Thousand Poisons Doomsday," which was powerful enough to corrode space, was like ice and snow encountering the scorching sun in front of this sword light, or like cloth being cut in two by an invisible sharp blade, wailing as it collapsed and melted away to both sides!
The sword's momentum was unstoppable, its speed surpassing thought.
Huan Du Qingtian stared wide-eyed at the ever-expanding, aura of light that symbolized the end. He opened his mouth as if to say something—perhaps resentment, perhaps relief, or perhaps a final glance at the southern land he had ruled for countless years.
However, no sound was produced.
The sword light had silently swept past his body, past the solitary peak behind him that symbolized the imperial power of the Southern Kingdom.
Time seemed to stand still for a moment.
next moment.
Huan Du's towering demonic body began to show a straight, thin golden line starting from his brow. The line rapidly spread downwards, traversing his entire body. His final expression froze, and the light in his eyes flickered out like a candle in the wind.
Immediately afterwards, the solitary peak behind him, weathered by millennia of wind and rain and seemingly indestructible, also followed the same trajectory, cleanly splitting open with a smooth, mirror-like fracture from top to bottom. The upper half of the mountain slightly shifted, then slowly slid down and collapsed, stirring up billowing dust, like a somber funeral dirge played for this last demon emperor.
As the smoke and dust slowly dissipated, the smooth, glass-like mountain base was revealed, along with the body of the Demon Emperor standing tall before the mountain, a body that had lost all life but still maintained its upright posture.
The wind blew across the desolate Danfeng Ridge, stirring up fine dust and carrying away the last trace of poisonous miasma and demonic energy.
Zhou Yi withdrew his finger, stood in mid-air, and looked down indifferently.
There were no cheers, no shouts.
Below, both the Dao Alliance cultivators and the remaining Southern Kingdom demons fell into a deathly silence.
All the people and all the demons looked up at the god-like figure in the sky, at the body of the demon emperor that slowly tilted backward and finally crashed into the broken rocks.
The sky over the South has collapsed.
That was not merely the fall of a top expert, but the clearly audible sound of the collapse of the rules and will that had sustained this land for tens of thousands of years.
Under the gaze of countless eyes filled with fear, awe, despair, and bewilderment, Zhou Yi's voice was clear and calm, yet like a cold hammer of law, it sealed the final outcome, echoing throughout the ravaged Danfeng Ridge and reaching the shattered mountains and rivers of the South: "The Demon Emperor Huandu Qingtian has been slain."
He paused briefly, his gaze sweeping across the desolate land and the bewildered creatures below, before declaring an unquestionable dominion: "The Southern Kingdom is hereby incorporated into the territory of my One Qi Dao Alliance, an inseparable part of the southern border of our human race!"
"If there are still those who cling to their former master and intend to resist—" his voice suddenly turned cold, carrying a chilling aftertaste, "they may remain within the Southern Kingdom and test the edge of my Dao Alliance's sword, to see if it is sharp enough!"
The moment the words fall, it is not merely the transmission of sound.
Heaven and earth are moved!
A vast, righteous "power of heaven and earth," carrying the smoke and fire of countless towns in the southern border of the human race and the thousand-year fortune of the Dao Alliance, swept in from the north like an invisible golden torrent, carrying the glorious will to sort out the universe and suppress evil spirits, and crashed into the southern territory!
Meanwhile, in the southern land, the "power of heaven and earth," which had permeated countless years and was imbued with the characteristics of all poisons and the survival laws of the demon race, although it wailed and dissipated due to the fall of its ruler, still instinctively resisted and clashed with it!
"boom--!"
A silent roar exploded at the level of laws!
In the sky, the winds and clouds shifted violently! The dark, poisonous miasma that had perpetually shrouded the southern lands was now fiercely battling and annihilating the pure spiritual light surging from the north, unleashing a continuous, mournful cry that only high-level cultivators and powerful demons could "hear"! Beneath the earth, the veins trembled, and the damp, yin energy that had been suitable for the breeding of poisonous plants and demonic insects was forcibly penetrated, dispersed, and transformed by the immense yang energy from outside!
This is a war without gunpowder, but one that is far more fundamental—a struggle for destiny, a struggle for the ownership of heaven and earth!
The remaining power of heaven and earth in the Southern Kingdom, like a lone army without its alpha wolf, was constantly being compressed, diluted, and assimilated under the overwhelming force of the Dao Alliance, which gathered the will of the entire Southern human race.
This invisible clash lasted for an unknown period of time—perhaps only a moment, perhaps several hours. Finally, "Pop—"
It was as if a giant bubble had been popped, or as if a taut string had finally snapped.
The remaining, ownerless will of heaven and earth within the southern lands completely collapsed and disintegrated, with no more organized resistance.
In an instant, all living beings in the Southern Kingdom, whether human or demon, felt that the "world" around them had undergone some kind of fundamental change.
The sky seemed to have been wiped clean of a layer of persistent gray haze. Although the faint purple poisonous clouds could still be seen, the suffocating oppression and the ubiquitous corrosive miasma had clearly thinned and weakened by more than three percent! The originally dim light became much clearer and brighter, and large patches of the long-lost, "normal" world's light poured down.
On the earth, many strange plants that relied on the intense poisonous miasma and eerie atmosphere for survival withered and died at a visible rate. Meanwhile, some ordinary plants, which had been suppressed for so long, showed a faint sign of struggling to survive. The unique "southern scent" in the air, sweet yet tinged with decay, faded away. Although the lingering smell of battlefield blood and toxins remained, the overall sense of "clarity" was unprecedented in tens of thousands of years.
This is not a simple weather change; it is the "underlying color" of heaven and earth being forcibly altered, and it is the beginning of this land bowing to a new ruler and new rules, and adapting.
The cultivators of the Dao Alliance felt the surrounding spiritual energy become more "friendly," and their spirits lifted. Their gazes towards the figure in the sky were filled with even greater awe and fervor. Meanwhile, the remaining demons of the Southern Kingdom, amidst this change of "clear skies and bright earth," felt a deeper despair and a profound sense of alienation. Their familiar environment, the place they depended on for survival, was being stripped away and transformed. Their home was no longer the same.
Zhou Yi hovered high in the sky, silently sensing the taming and transformation of the laws of the land beneath his feet. Above his head, an invisible canopy of fortune seemed to be gathering, creating a mysterious resonance with the newly expanded territory of the Southern Realm.
Only now has the Southern Kingdom truly been "branded," just like the Northern Mountain Demon-Controlling Kingdom of yesteryear.
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