Yinshan Record

Chapter 178 Great Mountain-Shattering Hand
The layout of the Yin-Yang Realm resembles a mountain city, with the Yin-Yang Dharma King's palace located at the very top of the mountain. Standing in front of the palace gate and looking back, one can see layers upon layers of houses below, as well as the passageway connecting the Yin-Yang Realm to the outside world in the far distance.

Within the blue palace walls lies the palace where the Yin-Yang Dharma King resides.

Yuwen Rui strolled in.

Behind him stood the monk Mulan, his hands clasped together, his thoughts unknown.

Yun Luo, the young master of Qiantang, looked solemn and gazed ahead.

The palaces and pavilions, solemn and elegant, exude a sense of emptiness and decay.

"Archer".

Yuwen Rui suddenly stopped and waved to Su Che.

"Do you see that the layout of this palace is very different from the Taicheng in Jiankang City of your Great Liang?"

The way she called him so affectionately caught Su Che off guard for a moment.

Grand Tutor Yuwen, we belong to two different countries, so it's best to keep some distance.

"Indeed, its form and structure are different from those of Taicheng."

"This is the palace layout from when the world was unified. It follows the principles of heaven and earth and encompasses the universe. If it weren't for the Prince of Zhongshan's preparation to march south, I would have petitioned His Majesty to rebuild the palace to demonstrate our dynasty's mandate to unify the four seas."

Building palaces and cities requires a vast amount of resources, concentrating manpower, material resources, and financial resources. Given the current situation of North-South confrontation, both sides are somewhat willing but unable to undertake such large-scale construction.

Yuwen Rui spoke eloquently: "But if we go back in time, where did the palace layout when the world was unified come from? Just by looking at the palaces here, we can see that they originated from the ancient Xuanmen (mysterious sect) design, only with slight adjustments made by successive dynasties."

This Grand Tutor of Northern Wei was like a learned scholar instructing his disciples, strolling leisurely among the majestic palaces, earnestly teaching Su Che, a man from an enemy state.

“In ancient times, there were powerful beings who prepared to establish a Heavenly Court, to rule the heavens with the Xuanmen (mysterious gate), to govern all the laws between heaven and earth, to eliminate all disasters, to isolate all external demons, to exterminate all evil spirits, and to turn this world into a paradise.”

Yuwen Rui walked forward step by step.

"The leaders at that time called themselves the Five Emperors of the Five Directions, namely the Green Emperor Lingwei Yang, the Red Emperor Chi Biao Nu, the Black Emperor Zhi Guang Ji, the White Emperor Bai Zhao Ju, and the Yellow Emperor Han Shu Ji. These five people were all top-notch figures at the time, and there were countless people in the Xuanmen who agreed with this idea."

The Grand Tutor of Northern Wei exuded a powerful and imposing aura, as majestic as a mountain, and his fighting spirit was as surging as the booming of war drums.

"Unfortunately, their efforts ultimately failed, and the Five Emperors of the Five Directions were all annihilated. People do not know this and think it is just an ancient legend or a mysterious story. Little do they know that the greatest upheaval in this world back then was their destruction."

The mere act of a top-tier fourth-rank figure is enough to change the very fabric of the world. Although Yuwen Rui has not yet made a move, the sky is already in turmoil.

"Archer, do you know what the most dangerous thing in the world is?"

"It's an idea. An idea is like a wildfire. Once it spreads, it won't truly go out until all the fuel is burned. Sometimes, even if it appears to be extinguished on the surface, there's still fire burning underground, waiting for the next chance to start a prairie fire."

Unbeknownst to them, the group had already arrived in front of the most magnificent hall.

In front of the main hall are various stone statues, all of which are ancient, primordial creatures that roamed the region.

Xiangliu, with a serpentine body and nine heads, now possessed a submissive quality in her fierce eyes, kneeling respectfully beneath the steps, praising the ancient emperor's power and virtue. Zhulong, with a human face and a serpentine body, coiled up, its proud head pressed to the ground, daring not to look up. The enormous Fengxi, a legendary boar as large as a mountain, shrank dwarfed before the palace.

These once powerful beings respectfully showed their subservience towards the direction of the main hall.

Yuwen Rui gazed at the grand hall before him.

“Acher, look, some people have received the Xuandu Palace’s comment that ‘evil spirits will never become saints,’ and they are trapped in their own world. They still can’t forget the past and want to drag those old things out to air them.”

"ridiculous."

The Grand Tutor of Northern Wei sighed, "Admirable."

He slowly extended his five fingers and shook them in the air.

Layers of protective energy, like dragons reaching out from the clouds, slowly pressed down.

"It is said that within the Yin-Yang Dharma King's Hall lies a great secret: the ability to bring the dead back to life and directly attain the highest rank. The world considers this mere gossip, but how many people truly know what lies within..."

The beams, bricks, tiles, and even the stone bricks in the square in front of the hall, as well as the lifelike statues, all seemed to be shaking.

The sound of tearing silk echoed continuously; it was the sound of the main hall's structure collapsing.

"Why doesn't the Dharma King show himself for a talk?"

"end."

A man dressed in Taoist robes, wearing a wooden hairpin in his hair, and holding a whisk, had an apricot-yellow talisman float out from his sleeve and hover in mid-air. A yellow halo, with layers of thunder rippling above the dense earth elemental energy, and the yin and yang energies constantly changing, isolated Yuwen Rui's extremely domineering energy.

"Why should Grand Tutor Yuwen come to join in the fun when such an unwelcome guest has arrived?"

The newcomer was none other than Xue Shaojun, the leader of the Six Ghost Generals.

Judging by his attire alone, this man truly possesses an air of otherworldly elegance, exuding the arrogance of a Taoist hermit.

"What could I possibly be thinking? I only wish to meet with the Dharma King."

"Taiyi Wuyuan True Talisman, Xue Shaojun, which sect's outcast are you, Huangtiandao or Shenxiaodao?"

"Grand Tutor, you should mind your own business. The Yin-Yang Realm is a place for quiet cultivation. Take good care of yourself."

Yuwen Rui stared intently at the yellow talisman that blocked his view. He gathered his energy in his fists, took a lunge forward, and unleashed a punch with immense force. This punch was as powerful as a mountain, its powerful energy transforming into a massive, overwhelming force like a landslide or a tsunami.

It was his masterpiece, the Great Smash of Yue Fei's Hand.

The Martial Confucian lineage is known as the Innate Sacred Path. Once one reaches the fifth rank, one's Qi and spirit merge, and one's spirit and intention merge. Heaven and earth respond to each other in movement and stillness, and one's actions cause rivers to churn and mountains to collapse.

Yuwen Rui entered the Dao through martial arts, achieving the fourth rank of cultivation. His fist techniques were fierce and domineering, and Xue Shaojun's Taiyi Wuyuan True Talisman was instantly destroyed.

Oh no, I never expected this unpleasant guest.

Xue Shaojun knew his own situation best. He originally thought that his biggest opponent this time would be the monk Mulian, but he did not expect that a peerless expert like Yuwen Rui would appear.

The hand seals shifted, and two more yellow talismans flew out. Layers of yellow light received the power of the talismans, but it only lasted for a short while.

And in that brief moment, a glimmer of hope emerged.

"The Nine Netherworlds are dark and indistinct, where the heavens are nowhere to be seen. Yin and Yang unite, and death gives birth to life."

The ghostly Taoist let out a long howl, which shook the entire Yin-Yang Dharma Realm.

"Xiang Liu, Feng Xi!"

Streaks of yin energy swept in from the sky, transforming into gusts of wind that penetrated directly into people's souls. Amidst these gusts, the ancient beasts that had been bowing before the palace's steps suddenly let out ferocious roars.

He actually broke free of his shackles and came back to life.

The swirling boar swallowed the mist, and the willow branches danced angrily. The two ferocious beasts shook their heads and roared, charging straight at the intruders.

Su Che felt a sharp pain, as if stabbed by a knife, with each breath, and his magical power was difficult to control for the time being.

At this moment, Young Master Su understood that Young Master Xue had actually summoned the Bifeng, which guards the Yin-Yang realm, to this place to fight against the enemy.

Just as they were about to use their methods to resist, a reassuring warmth suddenly came from behind, shutting out the wind.

"Young Master Zuo, be careful. The wind from Bifeng freezes the very soul, and anyone below the level of immortality will suffer."

Bai Hejiao held a bronze lamp with the mouth of a beast and the feet of a bird, its green flames blazing and radiating warmth, enveloping Su Che and Lu Bai in its protection.

Below the realm of immortality, Su Che looked up.

Amidst the raging winds, Yuwen Rui unleashed his true energy to bombard the two ferocious beasts, Xiang Liu and Feng Xi, from a distance, while Mu Lian Shangren and Yun Luo remained unmoved amidst the winds.

It seems that these people, like Bai Hejiao, came prepared.

"Since Grand Tutor dares to enter my Yin-Yang Dharma Realm, shouldn't you ask this Wooden Lotus Monk why he has repeatedly returned defeated?"

Xue Shaojun shouted, "The protective formation was created by the ancient Black Emperor. Grand Tutor, a man of outstanding talent, is just right to succeed this skeleton ghost as the Ghost Commander of our realm."

"I'd better let the Yin-Yang Dharma King say these words to me personally."

Yuwen Rui reached out and said, "You're still lacking."

With a powerful punch, the Grand Tutor of Northern Wei ignored the two ferocious beasts and the heavy winds, shattering the Taiyi Wuyuan True Talisman in front of Xue Shaojun with a single blow.

The Great Shattering Mountain Hand shattered Xue Shaojun's protective divine power. The Grand Tutor of Northern Wei strode forward and slowly walked towards the main hall.

What difference would it make if I spoke?

(End of this chapter)