Heart Survey

Chapter 2750 The Demon Bearer of the Monument
How can one live without regrets?
He, the Demon Emperor, is not one of those desperate ghosts, but in reality, how is he any different from them?
This body was formed by the Demon Lord, and it ends with the Demon Lord. If the Demon Ancestor does not return for more than three thousand years, he will be unable to advance any further.

He was the strongest demon of all time from the very beginning, but even today, he is still trapped in the confines of the demon realm.

We are just one step away from transcendence, but that step is forever out of reach.

Throughout the ages, countless people have fallen to demonic ways, and those who became demon lords were all exceptionally talented. Only Wu Zhaixue escaped the fate of the Demon Ancestor's return—a feat as difficult as transcendence itself!

One could even say that it is difficult to transcend.

Because before that final step of eternal freedom, the very force that once propelled you to strength has become your heaviest shackle.

Over the years, I have surveyed the heavens, watching those who came after surpass them, seeing the infinite possibilities of others, and seeing such young pioneers sailing towards the other shore... Although the heavens are heartless and the demons are indifferent, I cannot help but feel regret in my heart.

When he said, "We are the challengers," he was both clear-headed and deeply hurt.

Hu Boqing glanced sideways at him: "What exactly did the Demon Lord see in the causal threads? You yourself admit that you are inferior to him, looking down upon his heights—I have never seen anything like it in all these years!"

The Demon Emperor's robes fluttered as he smiled slightly: "In the end, reality is profound, and we must recognize it. Look at how composed he is; he doesn't even take us seriously!"

Hu Boqing laughed heartily, yet also nonchalantly: "Challenger it is then, who doesn't climb the steps all the way up!"

He strode over: "You and I stand at the summit, both knowing there are higher peaks beyond. Perhaps he will too! If this man who created so much history in spiritual practice can now transcend and enjoy eternal bliss, then we can consider it as us seeing him off on his journey!"

This great battle has now revealed that their previous preparations were insufficient. They defined this person by the limits of historical growth, forgetting that this person was the one who defined the limits of history.

If we can help Jiang Wang achieve transcendence today, it will be equivalent to pushing him out of the Divine Firmament Battlefield.

The disadvantage of the Allied Forces of the Heavens is no longer limited to a single transcendent being. However, the Divine Firmament War itself will undergo drastic changes due to the ebb and flow of Saint-level combat power!

The allied forces were defeated in the past, are inferior in the present, and are pinning their hopes on the future.

but……

"No need to think about it!" Jiang Wang shook his head: "What virtue or ability do I possess to have transcended the mundane world before even reaching the age of fifty? The road ahead is long, and I will persevere in my journey. I am merely joking with my seniors!"

"There are two, indeed."

"If you cannot see victory in the present moment, yet you are determined to succeed, you might as well give it a try—"

He held the longing for love horizontally, looking up at his eyebrows: "Can we skip this horizontal line?"

The sword was drawn horizontally, and heaven and earth were divided once more.

The chaotic world, disrupted by Hu Boqing's blasting of Wanzhen Sword, was reborn, giving rise to the yin and yang of heaven and earth.

The sword light is the long horizon, rising from the night tide to the day.

When a strand of hair was cut off and floated into the chaos, Hu Boqing realized that the sword was close at hand.

It wasn't that he was unworthy of the title "Great Sage," but rather that this sword strike truly transcended his understanding of the way of the sword.

The vast and boundless chaotic world was now so thin that only a single sword could fit in the space.

The sharp edge of the Longing Blade, though merely a horizontal slash, filled the sky and the earth, squeezing out all the gaps in time and space.

Or perhaps this sword is infinitely large.

Or perhaps this world has been compressed into a scabbard by a superior force, and you, as the target... have been sheathed!
"In this vast world, who will bear the crown? Now I shall fill the world with my sword, using each realm as my sheath, for the rest is immeasurable."

Jiang Wang strolled along the banks of the River of Destiny, his hair fluttering and his robes billowing freely, before casually plunging his longsword into the river.

Just when Yang Guo Taibao Wei Yuanfeng thought he had escaped the Realm of Tribulation and Emptiness, he suddenly looked back and saw that the River of Destiny was still flowing beneath his feet. Ahead lay only darkness, and behind him, the long memories still seemed endless.

He saw the world-renowned sword named Chang Xiang Si, like a giant ferryboat that directly filled the river of fate. It sailed past without any fancy moves, crushing everything in its path, wiping out all living beings.

After all, he was the strongest of the five cougars. Although he had not kept up with the times and risen to the forefront, Kui Yuanfeng believed that he still had many skills that could stand the test of time.

At this moment, his fate was uncertain, and the chaotic world was without gaps. He did not know how he had become trapped in this dead end and lonely journey, but in the midst of this lonely journey, he opened a pair of golden eyes, in which the blazing sun melted gold and the phantom of the golden crow clearly passed by!
The extreme heat scorched his hair and beard, not only boiling his blood and reigniting his passion to relive his peak, but also causing him to twist the overwhelming sword force, creating a sliver of space for himself.

But all he saw was the same gold.

The secret technique of the Yang Kingdom royal family—【The Eye of Qianyang】.

It's like the golden crow meeting on the hibiscus tree.

Two identical pairs of eyes met.

Kui Yuanfeng leaned back slightly, and a sword surrounded by blazing flames was plunged into his heart, piercing him straight.

He was like a golden carp that had struggled to jump out of a fishing net, only to run headfirst into a harpoon!
The fish in the River of Fate looked at the fisherman who had tied himself up, its eyes filled with a profound mystery: "This method is supremely righteous. I've heard you are the last descendant of the Yang Kingdom?"

When the founding grand tutor spoke of the nation's final days, he couldn't help but feel emotional. Considering that this man's royal secret arts were passed down by the founding princess of Yang Kingdom, the situation became even more complicated.

Jiang Wang said loudly, "The human race has continued for thousands of generations, and the succession is nothing more than the flame of knowledge. People today must inherit the glory of their predecessors, and those who come after must benefit from the virtues of their ancestors—it is not wrong to say that I am your successor."

These words have broadened my mind!

Although Kui Yuanfeng was hanging on the sword, he still had the power to resist: "I really want to turn against him and kill Hu Boqing. But as a cougar, I only have infinite loyalty to my host. I cannot disobey any of his orders."

Above the river of destiny, ancient array seals gathered like flowing clouds, surging and churning.

Until a giant hand emerged from the void and grasped them all away.

With a gentle push, Jiang Wang dismantled the array seals that Yang Guo Tai Bao had relied on to secure the country in the past.

"It's alright. The work of our predecessors is done; today is the work of our generation."

He had nothing special to do, just a quiet farewell: "I will send you to your release."

Kui Yuanfeng still has some untapped skills, which can be seen from the surging aura within him, but he grits his teeth and glares angrily!
Or perhaps it was the longing for each other that briefly separated Hu Boqing.

Or perhaps Kui Yuanfeng's feelings were too intense.

As a vengeful spirit, he actually resisted his host's order to attack at this moment and restrained himself!
His aura was like a raging sea, and his path was like a churning dragon, but no matter what, he could only flutter his sleeves at most. He gritted his teeth and remained motionless.

His individual self-control is what truly reflects his freedom.

Therefore, Wei Yuanfeng spoke with free will at this moment: "I have long heard of the Void Realm of Calamity, and now I try it out and think about it, never forgetting it! I truly wish to die by this sword!"

Jiang Wang could only grant his wish.

He raised his hand and pushed the sword again. The move remained the same, but his intention had completely changed.

Calamity has no end, and fate has no way out.

Kui Yuanfeng did not dwell on any particular farewell ceremony, but he did dwell on the past.

In the early stages of the river of fate, in the intervals that divide life... before the sun is consumed by a great fire, the Sun Palace still sees thousands of pilgrims. The cause they built with their own hands stands tall in the East, seemingly destined to be as eternal as the blazing sun.

His head drooped down and rested on Jiang Wang's shoulder.

His hair was streaked with white, his face wrinkled, and his eyes, already closed with age, seemed to whisper with his last remaining thoughts: "What's past is past."

"This is a new era."

"Kill them."

"Like killing my old self."

"Let those old, rotten stories never have to be rewritten."

Its body is also a sheath, the river of fate is also a sheath, and the chaotic world is also a sheath.

The process of returning to its sheath is like the wheels of history, a mighty force that crushes all obstacles in its path.

Jiang Wangxing stood on the riverbank, and with another sword strike, he was about to pierce Yunya, the first abbot of the Heavenly Mandate Temple—

The sword light rippled along the river of fate, yet only stirred up a single ripple.

After all, he is Hu Boqing!

Although she was in her sheath and her mind was separated by the sword, she still noticed Jiang Wang's subtle movements and withdrew the cougar remotely, leaving only ripples in fate.

"How could Tiger Ancestor be so stingy! Where did he hide Master Shi?" Jiang Wang walked along the bank of the River of Fate, discerning the subtle ripples, his sword already drawn, his heart ready to strike: "I have something to talk to him about!"

As the first abbot of the Heavenly Mandate Temple in the Jing Kingdom, Shi Yunya carries too much information about that era.

Shi Zizhan, the current Vice Chancellor of Jing State, who calls himself "the assistant to the Minister of Literature," comes from the Shi family, which regards him as their ancestor.

Looking back to Shi Yunya and now to Shi Zizhan, these two figures alone make the Shi family a renowned family in the capital. The only pity is their small number of descendants; they now only have a single lineage, so they cannot be considered a prominent family.

If he could have another conversation with Shi Yunya, he would have a greater confidence in the current battle, and even in the battles to come.

Hu Boqing's laughter boomed through the river of fate: "So be it. You are the pinnacle of all, I cannot kill you with such methods. It would only serve to enlighten you and fuel your hatred!"

Its sound seemed to shake the long river, but was ultimately suppressed by the will of Heaven.

Then a broad, square, black-gold sword, like a monument, rose from the river's surface, lifting the Changxiangsi sword, which resembled a giant ferryboat, off its edge.

A thunderous explosion!

The chaotic world, which had been forcibly compressed into a sword sheath, was finally lifted out of the cracks and into a vast space.

The one who raised the sword and lifted the sword of longing was the majestic Emperor Demon Lord in his crown robes.

He hasn't used a sword for many years!
"Is this the Azure Sky Sword Cauldron?"

This peerless demon lord's gaze pierced through the tassels, lingering on the immortal sharpness of the Eternal Longing Sword: "The sword technique that the Azure Sky Kingdom... completed after ascending to godhood?"

Despite losing two of his demonic companions without showing any sign of distress, Hu Boqing charged forward and exclaimed in surprise, "No wonder this sword is so difficult to master! It is because it transcends all meaning!"

The two saints attacked as one.

His fist came crashing down, rampaging through the gap opened by the Demon Emperor.

The further forward the fist went, the wider the gap became, turning a tiny crack into an insurmountable chasm in an instant. Just like Jiang Wang's previous sword strike that filled the world, his fist rejected everything, as if it had taken over the "present moment"!
In the instant that fist strikes, within all the objective and subjective leeway, only that fist is allowed to exist.

What a powerful punch!
The Great Ancestor of Taihang was not named after "Taihang Mountain". Rather, Hu Boqing's relationship with the myriad realms is like that of the Taihang Mountains to the present world, or that of the demon race to the history of the heavens. He is "a very great line", a stroke of great color.

This is a majestic structure that those who come after must respect.

He spoke calmly, but his punches were heavy.

There were no more probing attacks like the appearance of ghosts; instead, they truly unleashed their deadly methods.

It's as if he condensed his significance in all the worlds and realms into this one punch.

A lifetime of honor, embodied in a single punch.

Faced with such a punch, Jiang Wang stepped back.

If they retreat even an inch, the demonic flames will rise even higher.

They retreated three feet, and the demonic clouds obscured the sun.

This is what is meant by "the Way diminishes and the Demonic Way rises".

As he retreated, the Demon Lord raised his sword even higher—

The swordplay was clear, and the distinction between Dao and Demon was evident.

On the black and gold broadsword, a majestic azure cauldron, representing supreme royal power, stood upright like an immortal mountain, and one foot was lifted up.

Power is already unstable, and the situation is showing signs of bias.

Hu Boqing grew taller and taller, and his fists became more and more powerful. Not content with just occupying the "present moment," he also extended from the moment he threw the punch to the previous moment and the next moment.

The river of time flows mightily.

His fist occupied one moment after another, as if filled with droplets of water.

Jiang Wang's entire time was occupied by this fist.

Then his unwavering and eternal presence will surely be broken today.

"Young people are like the rising sun, their rays piercing through countless obstacles. They should have the courage to face death without flinching, only then can they forever climb to the top. Why, then... do you avoid me now?!"

Hu Boqing's fist, powerful enough to shake the ages, and his intent, overflowing like a long river, declared: "You've truly disappointed me!"

pat.

Jiang Wang's boots struck the chaotic ground with a distinct sound.

The sound was so clear it was like the sound of someone who couldn't sleep pacing around a room on a quiet night. His thoughts, his waiting, were all embodied in this one sound.

Jiang Wang, of course, did not hesitate.

He had walked here step by step, each step a sword strike, every moment a personal slash. The fist before him was indeed spectacular, but not beyond his expectations.

Then he walked back.

Rather than "walk," "crash" would be a more accurate word.

Retreating is like wandering alone in a cloak; advancing is like a comet colliding with a shooting star.

Facing Hu Boqing's oncoming momentum, he met Hu Boqing's fist.

He actually...

Touch it with your forehead!

It's like touching Mount Buzhou.

Bang! !

Like the sound of a clapper, it seems to mark the passage of time.

This collision will forever be etched in Hu Boqing's life, becoming an indelible mark.

Who can seize the "present"?
The current world is dominated by the human race.

Currently, the human race is number one.

The man standing firmly in front of Hu Boqing, his forehead touching his fist...

He is the one who truly represents the present moment; he is the one who best embodies this era!

Jiang Wang's forehead was pressed against a fist, but his eyes were fixed on Hu Boqing. Fresh blood flowed down from the slightly concave fist mark on his forehead, but it did nothing to obscure his gaze.

His gaze... seemed to be both admiring and pitying, like looking at a sick tiger in a cage!
"Is retreating considered avoiding the attack?"

He moved forward!
"It's to make you build up the power of this punch to its maximum, so that I can tell you—it's nothing special."

Jiang Wang measured the chaotic ground with his feet, taking a mere three steps forward.

"It was once majestic, but that's all in the past."

"The demon realm may be vast for ordinary demons, but for you it is indeed a prison."

"When the road ends, the world narrows; when power is great, death is in the cage."

"After so many years of being narrow-minded, I still regard my experience of fighting against Emperor Jingtai as a lifelong honor."

"I will surely surpass Emperor Taizu of the Ming Dynasty back then, but I wonder if you... still have the same spirit as before!"

Push your forehead forward!

Crackling sounds!

Hu Boqing's five fingers were completely fractured.

The crack even extended all the way up to the arm bone.

The human race is on a winning streak against the demon race, and Jiang Wang is also superior to Hu Boqing.

The majestic Taihang Great Ancestor's demonic body swayed in an instant, and Jiang Wang lifted his knee to deliver it.

In the boundless chaos, a precipitous peak suddenly rises. This knee strike is like a towering peak suddenly emerging from the vastness, intending to shatter the heavens.

But then a gentle breeze came, bringing warmth to my face.

In this apocalyptic scene of world collapse, a vast demonic force is attempting to establish a new, warm order.

The thick demonic clouds suddenly descended, transforming into a giant hand... The Demon Emperor pressed his palm against his knee.

There was no dazzling brilliance, no earth-shattering power, only an extreme sense of heaviness.

It is not about the weight of quality, but about cause and effect, destiny, the accumulation of demonic power over millions of years and the convergence of the paths of countless fallen demons.

This palm strike is called the [Eternal Demon Stele].

"Everyone has demonic tendencies in their hearts; humans are demons too."

The Demon Emperor brought his palm down: "Those who receive the monument will die, those who bear the monument will become demons!"

At this moment, they stood facing each other, swords drawn, palms on their knees.

Jiang Wang's forehead was still bumping into Hu Boqing's fist, but the moment their eyes met, flames of gold, red, and white ignited.

In the eyes of the Demon Emperor, demonic energy surged forth like a black dragon emerging from the abyss.

For a moment, black smoke and blazing fire filled the air, billowing in a thick mass.

If someone with a keen eye could peer into this realm, they would see immortals clad in golden, crimson, and white robes battling a dark, demonic dragon roaming the nine heavens and nine netherworlds. In this microscopic world, it is clearly a great war between immortals and demons!
The Demon Emperor gazed at his opponent, Jing Yuan, behind the flames.

This strike, the [Eternal Demon Stele], was not merely a gesture to extricate the enemy and suppress them, but also a way to use demonic energy to calm their minds and test the legendary [Red Heart] divine power.

But there wasn't even a trace of supernatural power emanating from Jiang Wang.

What cannot be changed by external forces is not his supernatural power.
"What a hard head! Truly worthy of the name Marquis of the Cauldron-Breaking."

Hu Boqing, with his arm hanging limply, was the first to withdraw from the battle, still uttering a sarcastic remark.

They do have a very detailed understanding of Jiang Wang, but the Jiang Wang of the past cannot define the Jiang Wang of the present.

Truly exceptional geniuses don't care about being watched, because every moment is a new chapter.

The most regrettable thing is... he was like that once too.

Heroes may grow old with the passing years, or be bound by their past selves.

Hu Boqing raised his arm, and the aura of the demonic spirit darted through his arm like needles and threads, re-weaving the flesh and blood of the peak cultivator back into a complete fist.

"You helped me send Mount Taihang back to the Divine Continent, sparing me the hardship of a long journey and fulfilling my wish for many years to come. I truly don't know how to thank you enough—"

Jiang Wang's question is correct.

Can a severed arm be reattached, and can lofty ambitions be rekindled?
At the turn of the era, he rode his chariot and horse, intending to continue the unfinished work of Emperor Yuanxi, but instead became a footnote to Ji Yu's long-standing achievements, fulfilling the other party's reputation as the "Invincible Daoist" who dominated the era.

For many years afterward, he painstakingly cultivated the demon land, but that elusive opportunity concerning the fate of his race seemed to slip further and further away. That feeling of exhausting all his efforts yet finding no way to succeed had haunted him for so long. Now, all he saw was a bleak prospect!

It's nothing more than a gamble.

He throws a punch immediately after his counter-punch, using a retreating stance to gain an advancing stance.

He was indeed expelled by Jiang Wang in the "present," but he did occupy certain moments in the past.

At this moment, the situation echoes the previous events, and the old pattern repeats itself.

In an instant, the world was rewritten, and the landscape changed.

If a fourth pair of eyes were to descend upon this chaotic world, they would see a certain section at the center of chaos, like a painting floating in the void. And on that painting, there would be the scene of the Demon Emperor and Jiang Wang facing each other with swords drawn.

Hu Boqing's philosophy is "to transcend the present and leave a mark on history," representing the irreplaceable weight of an individual in the vast universe.

He also managed to influence history in the "present moment".

Whether it was the move by the Dan Kingdom or the hunt for Kui Yuanfeng of the Yang Kingdom, both were extensions of this path.

At this moment, the extension of the technique—transforming this battlefield where the three saints fought into a historical scroll.

He then used this fist as the seal of "Lord of Taihang Mountain"!

"Thank you for reminding me to cherish the present moment."

With a gleam in his tiger-like eyes, he declared: "One day, when I ascend the Taihang Mountains again and return to the mortal world, I will erect a monument for you!"

Once the painting was completed, he intended to turn the Demon-Slaying Heavenly Lord of the human race into a historical souvenir.

But from within the painting, a hand suddenly emerges. It points to a sword, and flames glow above the fingertips, forming a furnace.

The Samadhi True Fire Sword pointed at the furnace, blocking the seal of the Taihang Mountain Master, causing this historical scroll to remain forever at the moment before "completion".

Let's look at this historical panorama again.

The portrait of Jiang Wang on it has changed. He is now wielding the sword against the Demon Lord, striking his palm with his knee, but then raising one hand, his sword pointing out of the furnace and extending beyond the painting.

He has the present in his grasp and can also protect the past!

The past that Hu Boqing invaded was not far away; it was only a few moments ago, and he was still within the sword encirclement of Chang Xiangsi.

He smiled and said, "There's no need to erect a monument."

"If that day ever comes—there will be a white sun monument on the river-viewing platform, you will keep an eye on it for me."

The sword pointed into the furnace, igniting the flames of mortal tribulation. The Samadhi True Fire eroded the seal of the Taihang Mountain Master upwards, while the flames of mortal tribulation burned away the scroll of history downwards.

Hu Boqing laughed heartily: "It's a rare and precious fate that we've met! You have a legacy to uphold, how could I not respect it?"

He bared his fangs and roared like a tiger: "The White Sun Monument is nothing but a tool to suppress evil, and I, too, hate evil as if it were my enemy. The day the demon race regains control of the world, I will devour evil for the sake of all under heaven—you can rest in peace now!"

With this force, the seal of the Lord of Taihang Mountain was pressed down. Then, golden light was engraved on the seal, and the demonic script that read "Indestructible through a Hundred Calamities" flew around it, settling on the seal and making it resound eternally, unaffected by the Samadhi True Fire.

"you misunderstood."

Jiang Wang had already won the 'sight' victory. The Immortal of the Eye, clad in robes of gold, red, and white, had slain a few of the dark demonic dragons. His gaze fell upon the Demon Emperor, burning his face with a dull pain.

But then he looked out of the screen and met Hu Boqing's gaze: "I mean—I want to tie you up there and watch over you for me."

"Hahaha!" The patterns of the Great Dao appeared on Hu Boqing's face, like tiger whiskers, which extinguished the Samadhi True Fire in an instant. He pressed his fist against the furnace with his sword: "We cultivators fight against heaven and earth and contend with others. We must accept victory or defeat! If you can defeat me and capture me, and dare not kill me, why not let me guard your home!"

He didn't care about his opponent's boasts, because he himself had spent half his life in such arrogance.

At that moment, the Demon Emperor also withdrew.

His figure completely disappeared from the historical record! Returning to the present moment in the chaotic world through the secret door left by Hu Boqing, it was still that same palm strike of the [Eternal Demon Stele] that pressed onto the seal of the Taihang Mountain Lord, reinforcing the seal.

"The eternal path of evil, for whom shall it be laid bare now?"

"The name of the Demon-Slaying Heavenly Lord is too heavy."

"Those who have fallen into demonic ways throughout history deserve your pity!"

The weight of cause and effect, destiny and fate, ultimately made this seal of the Lord of Taihang Mountain unstoppable.

The sword, unable to refine such demonic energy in the furnace, ultimately crumbled upon contact.

But that historical moment did not end there.

As the furnace dispersed, Jiang Wang seized the opportunity to extend his palm, his five fingers like pillars supporting the sky, his palm lines like rivers and mountains, thus forming a seal with his palm.

"How heavy is the path of demons? It has not weighed down my shoulders."

The portrait of Jiang Wangren in the scroll is smiling: "Have you not heard that of all the weights in the world, there are mountains and seas to carry, but none is heavier than bearing responsibility!"

The remaining immortals in the Emperor Demon Lord's sight rose up like pilgrims to attack the Emperor Demon Lord's eyes.

The portrait in the painting was suddenly surrounded by countless tiny halos.

Each halo is like a celestial cave, corresponding to a celestial being.

Man is the universe, man is the cosmos, man is the immortal among all immortals.

The historical scroll that Hu Boqing had cut out was instantly transformed into a painting of ten thousand immortals paying homage.

The supreme secrets of the Celestial Palace era are now replicated in the Chaos World, making a legendary declaration to the vast universe.

The hand that combined the power of ten thousand immortals raised high and overturned the Taihang Mountain Master Seal in one fell swoop!
The figures in the painting have disappeared.

Jiang Wang reappeared in the chaotic world, his body taut like a bow, his veins bursting with the sound of a startled string. He used the Taihang Mountain Master Seal as a chopping board, pressing down the two Great Sages who were pressing down on him!
The power of the myriad immortals was like an unstoppable torrent, and the entire chaotic world was deformed under this power.

If this chaotic world had not received the blessing of the Black Lotus Temple and been connected with the Great Crimson Void Tribulation True Heaven, thus gaining some protection, it would have been destroyed countless times by now.

The string music stopped, and the bow straightened.

The historical scroll floated in the air, which Jiang Wang held in one hand. Imprinted on the scroll was a colossal spirit that stood tall and imposing, a noble emperor with a black crown.

The flames of mortal calamity raged across the scroll, instantly raising ashes that would burn both of them to the embers of history.

The Demon Emperor paced within the painting, his steps precise and measured, as if he were a ruler with the world on his mind.

The flat-topped crown reached the very end of the painting in an instant, majestic and supreme, "level with the sky."

The tassels jingled, each sound awakening the bewitched soul.

Then, billowing demonic smoke appeared, flying out of the historical scroll, like a smoke dragon blocking the flames of calamity.

He forcibly stopped the inevitable annihilation!

Jiang Wang spread his arms wide, unfurling a long scroll in front of him, using the Taihang Mountain Master's Seal as his desk. He stood tall and elegant, alone in the vast chaos, looking down at the scroll as if he were carefully appreciating the painting.

"Stop looking," the Demon Emperor's voice said. "What do you know about this?"

Jiang Wang chuckled softly: "You do indeed know me well."

This smile did not prevent him from gripping the sword in reverse and stabbing it into the long shaft.

In the historical scroll, a green cauldron stands out, which is the power of Heaven and also the imperial power. It is the "Azure Sky Sword Cauldron" passed down by the Azure Sky God Helian Shanhai.

Jiang Wangfu used this to his advantage, and the painting pressed down on the Emperor Demon's Heavenly Crown.

It was precisely by using power to control power that the great saints of the demon and monster races were to be completely sealed away in the annals of history.

"Though this is a peerless sword, its power has been exhausted and it has been revealed again!" A black and gold imperial sword was clearly imprinted in the historical scroll, which the Demon Emperor just happened to lift to block the Azure Cauldron.

He truly deserves the title of the strongest demon lord. Even the supreme swordsmanship passed down by Helian Shanhai has been tested once, and he has a proper way to deal with it.

Jiang Wang gazed at the trajectory of the black-gold imperial sword on the scroll, then slowly unfolded the Nine Town Stone Bridges, placing them one by one on the scroll like paperweights to prevent it from being disturbed by the wind.

"I have long heard that the Demon Emperor is the number one ruler of the Demon Realm, but I do not know who fell from grace."

"You have always concealed your origins and never revealed your past. This mystery has existed throughout history, and the world has been puzzled by it."

"Now I know!"

"It was actually Emperor Taizong of the Great Mu Empire in person!"

In the painting, the azure cauldron gently turned, and from it leaped a giant golden sword. As the sword fell, ten thousand horses galloped—a powerful, overwhelming force, the very essence of imperial power.

Fu Yushejian!

The sword of royal power extended before the crown, and Jiang Wang's voice was loud yet cold: "I, Jiang, have a connection with Helian, and cannot bear to be humiliated by demons. Now I beg you... to cut down the crown!"

The Antarctic Immortal Emperor lost his throne after cutting off his crown.

If the Demon Emperor were to remove his crown, it would also damage his imperial reputation, and he would completely lose the power to resist.

Amidst such resolute swordplay, the face of the Demon Emperor, hidden beneath the tassels, became increasingly blurred.

But his sword was raised, as if he were raising his scepter, subduing all dragon energy throughout history, making him the supreme ruler of the world.

The black-gold sword and the gold sword meet in the center of the painting.

It was the same man, Yu Shejian!
The Sword of the Great Shepherd King!

"How did you recognize me?" he asked in a complicated tone.

The heavens are unpredictable, and their power is unknowable.

It is also said that "closeness breeds disdain."

Mystique is an important means of maintaining the monarch's majesty, and his practice of the "Supreme Emperor Demon Art" also fully utilizes the power of "majesty".

An emperor who is thoroughly understood by people will inevitably cause people to lose their sense of awe.

Once his past as a human is deciphered, his future as a demon will also be anticipated. This will shake his plans for the future!

That's why he was moved.

For many years, no one knew his background. Everyone knew he was the strongest demon lord, but no one knew where he came from or how he was born.

He quietly replaced the previous Demon Emperor in the Demon Emperor's Palace, and for thousands of years no one knew about this past. He always kept it a secret.

But now it has been revealed in a single sentence.

"Although you have fallen to demonic ways thousands of years ago and were once the lord of the Great Shepherd Kingdom, it is still the most glorious period of your life. The marks it left on you cannot be erased, even if you demons call yourselves reborn." Jiang Wang said calmly, "And I know all too well how the emperor of the Shepherd Kingdom wields the sword."

His sword of kingship was bestowed upon Helian Shanhai, the Azure Sky God. He had personally experienced the sword of the Great Ancestor Helian Qingtong, and he was also the swordsmanship teacher of the current Emperor Helian Yunyun.

These words, spoken by him, are credible to the world.

"Furthermore, I have never admitted that the sword strike just now was the Azure Heaven Sword Cauldron. After ten years of cultivating, I have changed that sword strike. Why were you so certain at first glance? And why were you so... insightful about the key point!"

"Of course, most importantly, I forced out your husband Yu She sword."

Before Helian Yunyun, all the emperors in the history of the Mu Kingdom ultimately ended up in the Cangtu Divine Kingdom. Except for Helian Hong, who went to the border alone to "avoid arousing the gods' suspicion".

It has always been said that he died from the demonic tide, but his body has never been found. In the royal tomb of the Shepherd Kingdom, only his clothes and hat were placed there.

This was not a multiple-choice question. Regarding the identity of the Demon Emperor, in Jiang Wang's eyes at this moment, there was only one answer. The piercing light of his insightful gaze made his eyes deep, profound, and serene.

The Demon Emperor's eyes were filled with complex emotions: "Why can't it be that Helian Hong died in the Demon Realm, and his skills and techniques were obtained by me?"

Jiang Wang calmly looked down at the scroll: "The Azure Sky Sword Cauldron was created when the Azure Sky Goddess was still the Empress. It contains many summaries of the swordsmanship of the Mu Kingdom's royal family. If one does not have a deep understanding of the Mu Kingdom's royal family's swordsmanship, it is difficult to see the essence at a glance. As for the Fuyushe Sword, it is the sword of the Great Mu Kingdom's royal power. A monarch like Emperor Taizong of Mu would never reveal it."

"Yes... he would never reveal it."

The Demon Emperor no longer concealed his identity, slowly unfolding his form in the historical scroll, his voice also seemingly liberated along with his power: "Back then, in order to avoid a direct confrontation with the Cangtu God Lord, to buy time for the descendants of the Helian clan, and to create an opportunity for Helian Qingtong, he went into the borderlands alone."

"But a man like him wouldn't simply go to his death in the frontier; he would make the most of every move he made."

"He wanted to understand what 'demon' truly was, and to completely resolve the border troubles. He wanted to become a demon and control himself; he wanted to become the strongest Demon Emperor in history, while still retaining Helian Hong's true nature. He wanted to return to the Mu Kingdom with the power of the Demon Emperor, to help his father and his descendants, and to protect his people—"

"In the end, he became me."

His predecessor was indeed the second emperor of the Mu Kingdom, and the emperor most admired by the wise ruler Emperor Muwei, Helian Renrui – Emperor Taizong Helian Hong!
Hu Boqing also turned his head to look over. It was the first time he had learned that the Emperor Demon Lord was someone Helian Hong had achieved by falling into demonhood.

Although becoming a demon is a rebirth, the wisdom and power of one's predecessor still largely determine the extent of one's demonic transformation.

Emperor Taizong of the Mu Kingdom was not particularly illustrious in human history. However, those who have truly read history books and are familiar with the history of the Mu Kingdom will naturally know how much he contributed to the country and how crucial he was as an emperor in the history of the Mu Kingdom.

But even the most turbulent story has been over for many years.

Helian Hong is already the Demon Emperor.

Indeed, "those who carry the monument are demons."

Under Hu Boqing's watchful gaze, Emperor Demon Lord leaped up.

It was not his responsibility to enlighten Jiang Wang, nor was it his intention to provide Jiang Wang with knowledge; he was merely deeply immersed in the historical narrative, seeking the most direct solution.

He had found his window—using the sword of Fuyushe in the duel as a bridge, and the power of the monarchy rising in the historical scroll as a path, he thus charged to Jiang Wang's side.

At first glance, the Demon-Subduing Heavenly Lord, whose presence was as serene as the sea, was examining a painting before the square table formed by the seal of the Taihang Mountains. Suddenly, a pair of hands reached out from the painting and pressed down on the square table. The Demon-Subduing Heavenly Lord thus forcibly pulled himself out and escaped the seal!

But in his majestic eyes, only a bronze talisman was reflected.

The tally was inscribed with a passage of grassland script, which read:

"Wearing a cloak in the wind and snow is not a gift from heaven; leaving behind a legacy for ten thousand years is the result of human effort; time waits for no one, I will strive year by year; the importance of the nation lies in virtue and the people."

"Do you recognize this Great Shepherd's Talisman? Do you remember these words?" The voice of the Demon-Slaying Heavenly Lord seemed to come from beyond the nine heavens.

The Demon Emperor's gaze shifted downwards, noticing several names appended beyond the words. Some were stained with blood, others etched with intent. They read—

"Yunyun".

"Zhaotu".

"Yiqina".

"Mountains and Seas".

The current emperor, the former emperor, the ancestral emperor, the holy emperor.

Who can contend for the throne here? Even if Emperor Taizong Helian Hong, who was still alive, were to truly return, it would be impossible.

boom!
There were no earth-shattering changes, yet the earth seemed to collapse and the sky to split open before the eyes of the Demon Emperor.

He possessed an almost immortal demonic body, yet this time, the Samadhi True Fire, which climbed upon his body, was not extinguished. Instead, it raged like wildfire engulfing weeds, frantically dissolving his flesh and burning his demonic form.

There is no eternity until the true fire of samadhi, which replenishes all knowledge, is attained.

Eternity is just an unsolved mystery!
On the square table formed from the main seal of Taihang Mountain, the demonic body of the Emperor Demon Lord burned like a torch.

Jiang Wang simply retrieved his longsword from the fire, then leaped lightly into the historical scroll once more.

Beneath the Jiuzhen Stone Bridge, the cross-section of this historical river is so calm.

Taking advantage of the commotion caused by the Demon Emperor, Hu Boqing, who was about to break out of the painting, repeatedly disrupted key historical events and just happened to run into Jiang Wang.

"Youngster, Jia Woyong is truly valiant!"

He certainly couldn't retreat an inch; when paths cross, the only option was to fight for one's life.

Raising his fist is like drawing a bowstring; his momentum is like a mountain collapsing and he cannot turn back.

boom! !

The momentum will not stop here, and the fortunes will not run out.

At the same time, the Demon Emperor, who had been almost burned to a mummified state by the Samadhi True Fire, turned back from the sea of ​​fire and rushed back into this historical scene, forming a pincer attack with Hu Boqing.

Jiang Wang already knew Helian Hong, but the Demon Emperor was the Demon Emperor.

He created the illusion that he was powerless to resist, even destroying his demonic body and letting the Samadhi True Fire burn his flesh and blood and exhaust his will, deceiving Jiang Wang's eyes with the most realistic damage—but at this moment he suddenly launched an attack!
His body was like a dried corpse, yet his sword pressed down upon the heavens.

The black and gold Demon Emperor's sword seemed to have blasted open the gates of the desolate tomb of myriad realms, piercing through the end of all heavens and worlds, bringing with it the most resolute intent to die.

Jiang Wang pushed the sword away with his palm and suddenly turned around.

Longing is like a rainbow piercing the sun, facing the fierce tiger, Boqing.

However, he was already face to face with the Demon Emperor.

His calm eyes remained undisturbed, clearly indicating that he had anticipated everything. It was precisely at the moment when the Demon Emperor launched his attack without reservation that this immortal demon body was at its weakest.

Time slips by in the blink of an eye; life is full of hardships, and life and death are often intertwined.

Jiang Wang's left hand was pierced by the black and gold Demon Emperor's sword. The myriad forms of light surrounding the Mountain and Sea Canon Divine Seal, which had been shattered head-on, pressed all the way to the hilt of the Emperor's sword, and his five fingers gripped the Demon Emperor's hand that was holding the sword!
Layer upon layer of sealing and suppression spread along this arm, reaching the entire demonic body.

His right hand, like a string of flowers, formed the "Seal of My Heart," which he had cultivated through ten years of sitting on the Guanhe Terrace, questioning the past and present.

In the incredulous gaze of the Demon Emperor, it pierced through his defenses and imprinted itself on his heart—after being burned by the Samadhi True Fire for so long, the repayment was now being made.

A point of crimson light in the palm, like the blazing sun, represents a "red heart."

Five fingers cup the sun to form a seal, then gently push it forward.

Where are you now?
What year is it, my friend?

My heart testifies to the will of Heaven!
The Demon Emperor, clad in a black and gold dragon robe, had become like a dried corpse. His robes, now loosely draped, shone with golden light, as if he had returned to his peak. Yet, his power was immense but light, his intent heavy but weighty. Various spiritual forms, some monks, some cicadas, some apes, some horses, were vaguely visible, all heading west—

Everything that has left him!
This ending has been written for far too long, and the entire story, from beginning to end, is the pinnacle of Jiang Wang's performance.

Burn their flesh and blood, ignite their souls and thoughts, and extinguish their spirits.

Then shake their resolve and crush their ambition.

in this way……

Let the monkey roam freely, let the horse run wild, break free from the precepts, realize impurity, and even the cicada dies, losing the true scripture!

That punch stopped Hu Boqing, who was in a state of deep longing. He had come with perfect coordination with Emperor Demon Lord, determined to kill Jiang Wang in one blow.

But then they saw a curtain of golden light filling the sky, with one after another spirit figures heading west, as if a magnificent divine realm was unfolding behind the Demon Emperor... It was a blissful paradise.

The thunderous fist suddenly changed direction, shattering the flow of time.

Without hesitation, Hu Boqing did a headstand, leaping through the air and disappearing into the crack of time.

Jiang Wang casually pushed over the corpse of the Demon Lord, retrieved the trembling Chang Xiang Si, and drew his sword to give chase—

His hand tightened suddenly.

Turning around, the Demon Lord, whose power had waned and whose life was rapidly fading, grabbed his hand tightly.

"I'm going to tell you a secret."

"See it in my eyes!"

His eyes darted around, and the demon cave, which had clearly been conquered by the Eye Immortal, now appeared deep and vast, connecting to the ancient demon realm. The black-gold demon sword stood upright as a road sign before the demon cave.

All the immortals stopped before the road marker in the Demon Realm.

His other eye reflected history with unparalleled clarity, a history of surging waves and rising tides, a flash of light from a blade, and a head flying into the air.

And then there was that calm voice—"You started the war."

The Demon Emperor clung tightly to the hand that was about to push him over, and said in a trembling voice, "The one who killed Li Longchuan was—Tian Anping!"

I'd like to recommend a new book, "Fangxian Waidao" by Bugu Liao.

Synopsis: A young Taoist priest, only sixteen years old, desires nothing more than immortality. He refines himself as medicine and nourishes his body as bait, a story of a mortal seeking immortality through tribulations.

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