Chapter Ninety: Yin Yang Separate Worlds, The Three Paths Br
ing gloomily remained silent.This is also the reason why he was unwilling to live in the Hou Mansion. Outside, no matter what, he was a master, wherever he went he was a guest of honor. But in the Bo...Dou Zhao had never doubted himself; he was sure to become the strongest of all time.
He had never doubted that Tianxiao was sharp enough. He only asked himself, had he done his best!
Since Lü Shuānghé considered Jiǎng Wàng to be the strongest prodigy, then he would use his sword to change this so-called "Number One in Killing Power" perception.
Jiang Wang and Lu Shuanghe have a world-renowned engagement.
Then he brought a Cloud Dream Boat, facing Lü Shuānghé and Rèn Qiūlí alone, and his own cultivation hadn't reached its peak...so it couldn't be said that he took advantage of Jiāng Wàng.
He didn't fight Jiang Wang for the competition.
It's just the path leading to the strongest, and it happens to be under his feet when he fights someone.
Lu Shuanghe just happened to be an obstacle in their path.
He, Dou Zhao, intends to use the strongest living being in the world as whetstone, honing his blade on the edge of life and death. Jiang Wang killed six True Ones in Tianjing City with one move, but all six combined are not even comparable to a single Lu Shuanghe!
When he walked out of Yinxian Forest, carrying the heads of Lu Shuanghai and Ren Qiu'li, even Jiang Wang, Chong Xuanzun, and Li Yi would have to admit defeat.
His arms and legs accidentally fell into Jiang Wang's hands, but it's nothing—is this even worth mentioning You, Jiang Wang, your enemies are still under my blade!
Chu's exploration of the Immortal Falling Forest far surpassed that of Nandou Palace, which was one advantage he had in this long hunt. However, what was considered surpassing Nandou Palace's progress was still negligible compared to the entire Immortal Falling Forest.
He only held a single thread within this vast enigma, yet he remained indifferent to the intricate tapestry of its consequences.
Yinshen Lin posed an equal level of danger to him, Lu Shuanghe, and Ren Qiu. When facing different perils, on the brink of life and death, it was also when he had to contend with two Nanzhou True Immortals.
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Everyone fights alone on the precipice of a thousand-foot abyss. If you get hit in a vital spot, you die; if you accidentally fall, you die.
The Cloud Dream Boat gave him the freedom to maneuver, allowing him to stretch out the battle lines and seek opportunities within a vast expanse of time and space.
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The Battle-Hardened Physique allows him to remain in peak condition throughout a prolonged, drawn-out fight. This enables him to recover quickly from heavy blows and rejoin the fray as soon as possible.
The various dangers of the Yixian Forest make the situation change rapidly!
Under the immense pressure of Lu Shuanghe and Ren Qiuli joining forces, he became stronger with every passing moment. Every reunion demanded something new from him.
He enjoyed it!
At the moment he leaped from the Abyss of Hell, a genuine smile lit up his face. He was truly joyful. For he had displayed his greatest self and glimpsed even greater possibilities!
As long as he doesn't die this time, the one who returns will definitely be stronger.
But how could he have died
This leading figure of the Six Yangs, who in the world is worthy to wield it
As for what hell is.
He also didn't know.
No one knows.
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There are countless legends about the hells, and countless terrifying accounts of those who have vanished without a trace.
But it doesn't matter.
He came into this life for the very purpose of shattering the impossible.
If someone claims they are not the destined protagonist, they should kill the one who is fated to be.
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All the outlandish stories begin with him!
Tianshao was broken.
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He will reclaim and rebuild.
His physical body was severed.
He will fix it soon.
Exhausted, drained of all strength.
He will surely recover.
This goddamn hellhole seems to have no bottom. It just keeps dropping and dropping, I don't know when it will ever end.
Everything comes to an end.
It won't keep declining, or wait until he recovers some strength, and then shatter this bad luck.
Well, my physical body is in pain. There are spirits constantly attaching themselves and biting at me relentlessly.
After years of refinement, a physique capable of rivaling any mortal on earth. To be cut, torn, and eroded—it was all just part of the sharpening process.
Today is like yesterday, and yesterday like the day before. It's no different from when I hunted with Lu Shuanghai and Ren Qiuli.
This long fall is just another battle.
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Dou Zhao had no strength to open his eyes, but he could feel that his body was covered with ghosts. His skin was torn by sharp teeth, and the corrosive mucus dripping from the mouths of the evil spirits burned on his skin. Flesh was being ripped away piece by piece, sinew and skin together, this pain far surpassed Lingchi!
The more demonic entities piled on, the more fiercely they struggled, which accelerated the descent of the Daoist's physical body. The deeper they plunged into this hellish abyss, the stronger the demons that clawed and bit upwards became.
It's really not a big deal!
When I recover, I will surely smash this hellhole of yours to pieces and kill every ghost here!
The descent seems like an eternal process.
At first, Dou Zhao still struggled to remember the time, but later it became hazy.
He needs to let go of the small details and focus on what truly matters.
He needed to resist the growing sense of oppression from the depths of the Ghost Cave, preventing his will from succumbing forever. He maintained an unwavering rage. He felt flesh and blood leaving him piece by piece, a process too resolute, like the Sky-Slayer sword slipping from his grasp.
Later, he began to endure the pain in his bones.
His bone marrow was being sucked away drop by drop, his bones gnawed on piece by piece. He resembled a stone carved hollow by time; with every gust of wind, the cracks would whistle and shriek, as mournful as a cry.
In the depths of hell, demons whisper among themselves.
"Is he dead"
"He should be dead by now, how is he still alive"
It's been many days of silence...
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"Oh, I wanted him to struggle a bit more, this isn't nearly as fun."
"Eat up! You'll miss all the scraps if you're any slower!"
Countless ghosts constantly joined and were driven away by those who came later. In this long process of falling, they gnawed a living mortal to the bone... even the bones were shattered.
It's so delicious!
Over the eons, the Abysmal Hell has buried countless powerful beings. Some ghosts who lived long enough and were fortunate enough to have a taste of it, nibbling on it for a few bites.
But like this time, such a delicious flavor, it's almost impossible to find in memory.
Blood food is easy to obtain, but it's hard to find a challenger.
Because the hellscape was so profound and shadowy, Dou Zhao's physical body remained the only light within it for a very long time.
I have fallen for a very long time, and haven't yet reached the end. This process of falling seems to be condensed into eternity, making it like a still painting—only the faint human light at the very center of the canvas grows dimmer and smaller as it falls, still depicting movement.
This scroll is so eerie.
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The ghost gnawed on the flesh with a rustling sound, like darkness devouring the glimmer of light.
Dou Zhao's flesh, blood, and bones slowly decreased, and his Taoist body had long since extinguished.
A stone thrown down into a dark cave is what he looks like now.
He was left with only a skull.
The outline of the skull has also been gnawed indistinctly.
"Look! At his eyes!" a ghostly voice hissed.
"Are you blind He doesn't have any eyes left! They were eaten long ago."
Look!
Soon, all the ghosts saw that in the remaining skull, two points of light flickered in the bare eye sockets.
They were so faint, yet so brilliant.
Brilliant, radiant, defiant. Like that arrogant sun, on the endless horizon of a long night, it suddenly leaps into the sky. Golden sparks transform into golden flames!
This skull shall forever shine brightly!
That is Dou Zhao's soul, his eyes.
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Though his body has passed, his spirit lives on.
Hell is no more than this.
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The pain of emptiness is merely the process of forging a sword.
Amidst the flickering flames, he suddenly opened his eyes, gold filling his pupils!
And a peerless blade of light was born, as if with skull as its sheath, it surged forth, sweeping across thousands of miles. In just a flicker, countless screams merged into one, and the wraiths that clung to him turned into smoke!
They were a mountain of malevolent spirits, transforming into billowing smoke that surged upward, almost forming a dense cloud.
The blood qi devoured by these evil spirits swirled in the black smoke, like wisps of crimson ribbons dancing!
To the returning warriors, medals are awarded!
Tens of thousands of ghosts devour the body, a thousand kalpas forge the blade.
Flesh and blood are gone, transformed by the soul!
The divine and spiritual arts of the Chu State were most prosperous.
The Dou clan was a renowned aristocratic family in the state of Chu during the Warring States period.
Dòuzhào is the unparalleled genius of the Dǒu clan for a thousand years, confident in surpassing all existence.
As for Genjutsu, he wouldn't be unfamiliar with it.
He possesses the most extensive research on demonic arts, the most miraculous ghost-cultivation techniques, and most importantly, an unyielding fighting spirit.
He abandoned his flesh and blood, in endless pain, he re-affirmed himself as a ghost cultivator through sheer willpower, achieving enlightenment in a single thought.
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A golden radiance surged forth, carving its path through this profound darkness, reforging his very bones and cultivating his flesh.
Dou Zhao's scattered and vague consciousness gradually converged, slowly becoming clear.
Where is my... Tianxiao
It's already broken.
To find it again, you must forge it anew.
Where is Yunmeng Zhou
After forty-nine days of repeated wear and tear, it was finally shattered by Lu Shuanghe's sword, whose power reached its peak.
All heavens and paradises in the world have a predetermined fate.
A Heaven's Treasure can be destroyed, but the Heaven itself remains eternal. This side disappears, the other side is born anew. Of course, the newly born Heaven does not stay in the same place, nor does it necessarily resemble the original. It requires a long time to cultivate... Only until one year, one day, one moment, will it be captured again, refined once more into a new Heaven's Treasure, and display its power in the human world.
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Dou Someone's life has never been in debt, and he will definitely win back a cave heaven for the State of Chu.
But at this moment, Dou Zhao's gradually returning and increasingly clear perception caught the lingering traces of the dream.
The Cloud Dream Boat is a dream boat with the ability to travel through dreams. It was the most suitable treasure for him before, and it also gave him all-round help in battle, allowing him to weave many life-and-death traps, almost killing Ren Qiu Li in return.
His strength had once been depleted, flesh devoured, bones gnawed.
But the dream continued.
The power of dreams unseen by spirits still lingers around me. In the long time spent falling through the bottomless abyss, much has dissipated, but some remains.
These dreams accelerated his return to truth, and also magnified his daydreams.
He actually... vaguely saw a phantom of a goddess.
The god of Xiangshui River in Chu land, leaps up "Tianwen" dance.
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In this hell on earth, in this place where evil spirits congregate!
Really Illusion
Dou Zhao leaped up, grasping the Dream Blade, ready to strike out —
Demons and ghosts, they beguile my heart!
But the moment the blade was raised, it halted again. He paused in mid-air, full of uncertainty.
Because he heard a very familiar sound.
Too familiar to believe.
The sound echoed in his dreams, surging into the ocean of his subconscious. The voice proclaimed—
"Dou Zhao!"
That blasted Jiang Wang's voice!
Ren Qiu Li propelled the Time-Space Mirror River Heavenly Mechanism with Mirror Lake, reflecting the vast river of history. No matter how the reflection of history is stirred, it cannot alter the true course of events.
But there are also extraordinary forces that can transcend the barriers of fate, influencing across time and space and causality.
For example, Zhuge Yixian in real history, through the reflection of history, observed Ren Qiu離, stripping away Ren Qiu離's false power of deriving a Dao.
For example, right now.
In the year 3729 of the Dao Calendar, a jade pendant named "Xiang Fu Ren" was lost in the Abi Hell. The power of the deities from Chu fell into chaos during this time, with countless ghosts feasting upon them.
It was also in the year 3729 of Daoli's calendar that a golden arm, shining brilliantly, fell into the hellish realm of Abi and dissipated its divine essence. That was the "true" history reflected in the mirror.
In the mirrored Dao calendar, it is 3729 years. In the real Dao calendar, it is 3928 years. In this hellhole, there are two "truths."
Jiang Wang is true, Dou Zhao is also true.
Humans and ghosts go their separate ways, yin and yang are separated by the world.
They just happened to receive the generational transmission of Yin-Yang Second Sages.
One is the sea of the subconscious.
First, it's true that daydreams are real.
There was, quite by chance, a ship of shattered dreams.
Dreams are the mapping of the subconscious!!!
Therefore, Jiang Wang's remaining consciousness echo from Mirror Reflecting Dao Li's 3729 years reverberated in Dou Zhao's subconscious during the actual Dao Li's 3928 years, causing a tsunami.
In the distant mirrored past, Jiang Wang erected three bridges: Xiang's Lady's jade pendant, Dou Zhao's arm, and the Yin-Yang family's legacy - these are the three paths. Thus unto eternity, traversing the Netherworld, seeking traces of the past and present!
He was looking for the present-day Dou Zhao in the past.
Today's Dou Zhao listened clearly.
...Actually found my way here…
But he only paused for a moment before continuing his attack with his blade: “Dou has always been unruly in his life. Since returning to the human world, I don’t need your help, little Jiang Wang! Mind your own business!”
Woooooo... Woooooo...
The wind is strong.
At this very moment, a phoenix named "Lianhong" soars through the skies above Liguo. Its wings spread wide, illuminating heaven and earth.
In the depths of hell, a boundless chorus of ghostly wails erupted. The cries of the damned pierced the air, a symphony of shrieks that echoed like crashing waves!
When the Ghost Phoenix was born, the entire Asura Hell erupted in chaos!
Dou Zhao was at the deepest part of the Ghost Cave, unable to reach the exit, but he could feel an immense terror emanating from deeper within the cave.
The sky demons are coming! And there's more than one!
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He suddenly retracted his long sword, grabbing forward with his hand. He grasped the afterimage of Xiangfu's wife, the glint of her golden arm, and the waves of the unconscious sea transmitted from the past, swallowing them all into himself in an instant.
Xiang-fu is from the State of Chu! Her arms are her own! The Yin-Yang school's lineage also rightfully belongs to her! This isn't even considered accepting Jiang Wang's help!
His Dao body suddenly shone brilliantly, like a radiant golden sun, illuminating the hellish abyss above him!
From the bottom of the dark cave, surging up like a sea, came a black mist. Within the mist, countless hands reached out, grasping toward Dou Zhao—
At that very moment, the entire hellish realm trembled.
Everyone didn't pay much attention, including Jiang Wang and Dou Zhao themselves who also ignored it.
Yinxian Forest also has another name, "The Land Where Saints Are Incarnated."
The true Saint of Yin and Yang, Zou Huiming, is within!
Zhou Huiming also has another title, that of "Ghost Saint"!
Human and ghost, yin and yang also.
In all ages, yin and yang have always existed.
The sea of the subconscious, dreams are real, yin and yang also.
Jiang Wang and Dou Zhao are separated by yin and yang, building the bridge of the three paths. Through the supreme inheritance of the Yin-Yang school, they complete the echo across time and space, awakening the remnants of the Yin-Yang Saint. Thus, a rainbow of black and white comes from the extremely secluded place, instantly piercing into Dou Zhao's body.
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"Ah—Roar!"
Dou Zhaozhi's golden body shone brightly, his hair danced wildly, he roared to the heavens, instantly breaking free from all restraints, leaping out of the hellish abyss... like a ball of golden sunlight, leaping over the horizon!
The War Ghost is born! Preceding the Heavenly Ghost's arrival!
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Today, the fallen immortal forest shines brightly across the land!
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