Fifteen days later, no matter how much the Daoist clan intercepted and ambushed them, they could not stop the Xuan Clan from advancing into the eastern state.
When Lin Zixiao and the Four Swords met at Eastern State, they finally looked at the city in the distant sky that looked like heaven and towered above them.
“Baiyujing, the sacred place of the Daoist sect.” Lin Zixiao looked at the city that hung above the vault of the sky with a complicated look.
The city was made of white jade throughout and was draped with immortal aura, as if it was in front of his eyes, yet it seemed to be in the sky. It was noble and unearthly, yet revealed a deep daoist rhythm. It hangs in the sky, yet it is more striking and dazzling than the great sun in the sky.
“I have read descriptions of the White Jade Capital in countless ancient texts. The White Jade Capital in the sky, with twelve buildings and five cities, where the immortals caress my top and tie my hair to receive eternal life.”
Lin Zixiao said leisurely, “A city, suspended in the sky, was a fantasy in the eyes of poor Taoists at that time. Even the most powerful people could not make a city float in the sky, but it was easy to destroy it.
It was not until later, when I learned of the existence of the Dao Realm, that I became enlightened. To mortals, we are like gods and demons.
To us, how can the Dao Realm be any different?”
All the impossibilities in this world are due to a lack of strength. What can be done at the Realm of the Gods is an incredible miracle for mortals, and what can be done at the Realm of the Dao is the same for the Gods.
Xuan Yin Jian Su said: “According to what Xuan Zun said, this Bai Yu Jing should have been hidden in the Dao Ancestor’s secret realm. It’s just a pity that after ten thousand years, no one has ever found the Dao Ancestor’s secret realm, which is why the White Jade Palace has become a mythical legend.”
“That is, only the Dao realm can keep a secret realm hidden for ten thousand years.” Lin Zixiao said.
It was really rare for a secret realm as unoccupied as this to remain hidden for ten thousand years. Throughout history, there were countless people who had received strange encounters in masterless mysterious realms, and there were generations of the most powerful people who had excavated those mysterious realms hidden all over the world.
Ten thousand years have pa*sed, and all the mysterious realms that could be found have been found. Those that could not be found have largely disappeared in the wash of time.
Those that cannot be found are not because they are well hidden, but because they have been reduced to ruins in the pa*sage of time before they are found.
The only relics Qing Yu had seen since his debut were those of the old man who had counted the heavens a hundred years ago, so it was clear how rare the encounters were.
However, the Daoist Ancestor’s secret realm had disappeared for ten thousand years, only to appear ten thousand years later under the guidance of the Daoist Ancestor, which made people say “miracle”.
“Yes, the power of the Dao realm is really extraordinary.” Yun Zheng joined in the conversation.
The group just chatted away, not busy advancing or retreating back.
It could not be helped that Baiyujing was the place where the Daoist Ancestor preached, and where it was located, the crowd did not dare to offend it lightly. At least they must wait for Qing Yu to send the order to attack before they dare to do so, otherwise they would die for nothing.
Until then, they would have to wait here.
So, the group chatted at the border of Eastern China. Behind them, nearly 1,000 Xuanmen feathered warriors also accompanied them as they stood and stared.
It was not until the sky was dark and the sun was setting in the west that a stream of light flew down from the White Jade Palace and flew straight to this place.
“The Daoist Ancestor has ordered you to retreat.”
A middle-aged Daoist held a jade tablet in his hand and fell into the air, his majestic Daoist aura setting off his body, giving him the appearance of an immortal on earth.
But it was the condescending tone of his voice that was really displeasing.
“Chang Ziyang, the sect master of the Xuan Tong Sect, was originally a martial artist of the True Dan realm, but it seems that he has been blessed in the White Jade Capital and has now been promoted to God.” Yun Zheng sneered.
The Daoist Ancestor was the ancestor of the True Qi Martial Dao, and he was definitely not lacking in a method to allow a True Dan realm martial artist to break the realm. As long as he was willing to bestow a piece of Xuan Yuan Qi, then even in today’s environment where Yuan Qi was showing inertia, it would still allow a martial artist to have more than 40% more chances of breaking through to the Tong Shen.
It is precisely because of this hand that the split Daoist Sect is still quite strong.
However, if one wants to stand tall in front of everyone with the strength of a newcomer to Godhood, that is a bit too high.
“It’s true that stupid people are still stupid even if they have entered the Tong Shen.” Yun Yu was commenting.
If Chang Ziyang could reach the Tong Shen, his state of mind naturally could not be so frivolous as this. The reason why he did so was not because he had drifted after gaining strength, but because he was thinking of giving the Xuan Sect crowd a downward spiral.
Despite the fact that the two Xuan Devil Sects had beaten Dao and Buddha back and were incredibly strong, in the eyes of many people, Qing Yu was still no match for Dao and Buddha.
Although we lost the war with the Xuan Sect/Devil Sect, it was because the Daoist Ancestor/Buddha did not make a move.
This is a thought that many people in both the Daoist and Buddhist sects have.
In their eyes, the Daoist and Buddhist Ancestors who attained the Dao thousands and thousands of years ago were gods, while Qing Yu, who had not long attained the Dao, was still a human being.
How could a man fight a god?
It must be said that there were many people who had this rather stupid perception. Chang Ziyang was one of them.
It is not that his mind is not up to scratch, it is just that he is a bit stupid in his perception.
“Kill him, just leave that Jade Curse behind.” Xuan Yin Jian Su said indifferently.
The crowd all nodded.
They stopped here because Qing Yu hadn’t given the order yet. As long as Qing Yu gave the order to attack, then they would dare to attack directly into Eastern Prefecture and fight their way up to White Jade Kyoto without a problem.
The fact that such a clownish thing still wanted to give the crowd the go-ahead was really a disconcerting thought in one’s mind.
“Miso…”
After the flash of the sword light, the sound of the sword chirping belatedly reached the ears. The head of Chang Ziyang, who had been standing tall and making a full gesture, fell flat to the ground with that inexplicable feeling of superiority.
Xiao Qiye slowly withdrew his sword, went forward to take the jade curse on the headless corpse and turned back, “Let’s go.”
That sword had obliterated this clown’s vitality and vitality, calling it dead beyond all recognition.
“Let’s go.” Lin Zixiao also had a flat face, unconcerned about Chang Ziyang’s death, and gave an order, leading the Xuanmen feudal warriors behind him on their return journey.
This group of people just left straight away, not caring that this was the Eastern State, where Bai Yujing was.
Only then did the headless corpse slowly tilt and sink to the ground, blood flowing from the smooth wound on its neck, staining the ground red.
A short while later, two streams of light descended from the sky and landed on the ground, looking at the head and body of Chang Ziyang’s bifurcated corpse with an ugly expression on their faces.
“We just let that group of Xuanmen demons go like this?” One of them said with an indignant face to the bitter tea beside him.
“What can we do if we don’t let them go?” Bitter Tea shook his head, “Are you able to fight them?”
It wasn’t that he looked down on his companion, just the strength of the one beside him, even if he went after him, it would be a matter of a sword.
“Fellow Daoist Chang is an emissary of the Daoist Ancestor, he ——”
The companion beside him wanted to say more, but was interrupted by Bitter Tea, “The fact that the Daoist Ancestor didn’t make a move means that Chang Ziyang died as he should.”
His gaze burned as he stared to the south, “Chang Ziyang’s heart was born with contempt and did not take Xuan Zun seriously, so he died for nothing.”
Chang Ziyang was an emissary of the Dao Ancestor, and how was the other party not representing Qing Yu.
By being so arrogant, Chang Ziyang was, in a sense, not taking Xuan Zun seriously.
It was enough for him to make such a gesture in front of his own people on a regular basis, but now he was posing in front of others, and he deserved to die.
