Daqin Zhentiansi

The thirteen illusory swords flashed and disappeared behind him, ultimately returning to the ultimate truth of the "Sword Canon of Annihilation"—the Sword Intent of Immortal Annihilation!
"Om-!"

The light of annihilation and the intent of life and death simultaneously entered Zhang Yuan's clone!

A terrifying conflict erupted instantly!

On one side was absolute annihilation and freezing, on the other, endless birth, death, and transformation. These two forces, like two ancient, monstrous dragons, were tearing, clashing, and annihilating within his body, which was formed from chaotic sword intent!
Zhang Yuan's body trembled violently, and his dark black clone flickered, as if it might collapse at any moment.

However, his eyes were surprisingly bright!
The Chaotic Sword Intent is like the most exquisite furnace, forcibly containing, decomposing, and harmonizing these two supreme forces.

He no longer simply tames annihilation, nor does he simply understand life and death.

He was experiencing the moment of conflict and annihilation, feeling the rhythm of birth and death, and even more so, capturing the "mystery" of how annihilation and birth and death transform into each other, depend on each other, and even give rise to each other!
"Nirvana is not death; life is hidden within death. Life is not eternal; life is a journey towards death..."

"Extinguish all laws, return to chaos; from chaos, all laws are reborn..."

"Neither birth nor death..."

Amidst the intertwining of extreme pain and profound insights, Zhang Yuan's consciousness seemed to touch the edge of an unprecedented realm.

It is not simply annihilation, nor is it the cycle of birth and death, but a state of "no birth and no death" that transcends the binary concepts of "existence" and "non-existence".

It is as if it has transformed into chaos itself, which is both the end of annihilation and the beginning of birth and death, existing in an eternal "existence" state that is neither born nor dies, neither existent nor nonexistent.

Time, space, life and death, extinction... these concepts lose their meaning in that realm, only the most fundamental "Tao" flows.

This realization was like a fleeting glimpse of beauty, exquisite yet ephemeral.

Just moments later, that mysterious state of "neither birth nor death" receded like the tide, as if it had never existed.

Having forcibly withstood the impact of two supreme powers to the limit, Zhang Yuan's clone suddenly shuddered and broke free from that mysterious state.

The black-robed elder and the white-robed elder simultaneously withdrew their fingers, and the sword marks on the chessboard flickered slightly, as if they had also undergone a baptism.

Their gazes toward Zhang Yuan held less scrutiny and more approval and... expectation?
Zhang Yuan slowly spread his hands.

In his left palm floated a pure black sword light, condensed to its extreme and exuding an aura of ending all things; it was the primordial source of annihilation, refined and purified.

In the palm of his right hand, there was a flowing, black and white sword light that embodied the cycle of life and death, a true meaning of life and death that had been analyzed and condensed.

"This path should be passed down."

Zhang Yuan murmured, his gaze sweeping across the desolate void.

He clasped his hands together, and two beams of black and white sword light began to rotate and merge like yin and yang fish.

The chaotic sword intent spread out once again. This time, it was no longer about destruction and reshaping, but about evolution and construction!
He pointed his fingers like a sword and aimed them at the desolate void.

The chaotic light flowing from the fingertips contains a profound understanding of annihilation and life and death.

One after another, mysterious sword techniques began to materialize and evolve out of thin air.

The first layer of sword light differentiated, transforming into the most basic rudiments of the desolate sword intent, such as "desolation," "stagnation," and "withering."

And the rudiments of the sword intent of life and death, such as "budding," "flowing," and "decaying."

There are thirty-six basic sword moves in total, which, like seeds, illustrate the most fundamental meaning.

The sword techniques become more complex from the second to the fifth level.

The sword intent of annihilation evolved into more powerful sword techniques such as "freezing time and space", "annihilating spiritual energy" and "ending cause and effect".

The sword intent of life and death gives rise to profound changes such as "the cycle of flourishing and decay", "the sword of life and death", and "the guidance of reincarnation".

Each level has thirty-six moves, progressing step by step and interlocking with each other, analyzing the connection and transformation between Nirvana and life and death from shallow to deep, totaling one hundred and eight moves.

From the sixth to the eighth level, the boundary between Nirvana and life and death begins to blur and merge.

The emergence of profound and complex sword techniques, such as "a glimmer of life hidden in annihilation," "the cycle of life and death ultimately returns to annihilation," "using life to control death," and "using death to transform life," is incredibly powerful and unpredictable.

Each layer has twelve styles, for a total of thirty-six styles.

The ninth level, the final nine techniques!
Zhang Yuan mastered the first eight levels and 180 techniques, directly pointing to the core mystery of "Nirvana is not the end, birth and death are not the beginning".

Each move contains the potential to touch the edge of the realm of "neither birth nor death".

During the demonstration, a single sword strike could bring flesh back to withered bones and revive all things, showcasing the ultimate vitality of life.

It can also cause flowers to wither instantly, stars to fall into silence, and everything to vanish.

Ultimately, it returns to the chaotic flow, neither born nor dead, mysterious and unfathomable.

A total of one hundred and eighty sword moves, progressing from simple to complex, from separate to combined, ultimately returning to the profound mystery of chaos.

Like branding marks, they are clearly engraved in the core of this desolate void, forming a step-by-step ladder of inheritance from beginner to expert.

The supreme truth of the "Sword Canon of Annihilation," which was originally severed and could only be vaguely touched by talent and luck, was reorganized, supplemented, and reconstructed by Zhang Yuan from the very bottom with his supreme wisdom and chaotic sword intent!
In the void, it seemed as if countless satisfied sighs echoed.

The ancient chessboard that floats in the air, with its crisscrossing sword marks, seems to have become even more profound and restrained, flowing with a perfect rhythm.

The figures of the black-robed elder and the white-robed elder faded away as soon as their transformation was complete, as if they had fulfilled their mission, and slowly merged back into this desolate void.

All that remained was the chessboard that bore the legacy of new life, and the one hundred and eighty sword intent imprints that were crystal clear on it.

Zhang Yuan's clone stood still for a moment, sensing the desolate Daoist charm of this place, which had become more stable and profound due to the completion of the inheritance, and contained the vitality of life.

He nodded slightly.

The Way of Annihilation has been revived in Zhao Zhou and has found a smooth path to a higher realm.

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The Ten Directions Sword Tomb Secret Realm.

The Shadow Sword Monument Small World.

At the edge of the Chaos Altar, Mo Chen, a disciple of Cangfeng Valley, sat cross-legged.

The natal sword embryo "Qingyuan," nurtured for ten years, is as ancient and simple as black iron, quietly floating in front of him.

Ten years of arduous training have honed his sword's power, waiting only for the day it will be unleashed.

However, when Zhang Yuan's power to reshape the Silent Sword Monument swept through the entire secret realm like a bursting dam, Mo Chen, as an elite of Hidden Edge Valley, was the first to be affected!
"Om-!"

A clear and melodious buzzing sound, unlike anything I've ever heard before!
It was not a painful cry, but rather a joyful cry like roots that had been parched for a long time suddenly receiving sweet rain!

Mo Chen's mind was shaken. He saw "Qingyuan" tremble violently, and the black iron color on its surface, which symbolized "Cangfeng", receded like the tide, revealing a chaotic gray-white.

It seemed to encompass both the deepest darkness and the purest nothingness.

What made his soul tremble even more was that a subtle yet incredibly clear spiral-shaped Dao pattern quietly appeared on the spine of the sword!

One end emanated a chilling aura of annihilation that froze time and space and ended all things, instantly chilling his fingertips.

At the other end, however, a faint yet incredibly tenacious rhythm of life flowed through it, like tender buds breaking through the soil in early spring, bringing a touch of warmth.

This is the direct manifestation of the supreme profound meaning of "Nirvana is not the end, life and death are not the beginning" that Marquis Qingyang Zhang Yuan had integrated into his sword embryo!
The "Azure Abyss," which originally only pursued heavy solidity and contained destructive power, has now had its core completely reshaped, possessing a deeper and purer true meaning of destruction, as well as a subtle perception of the mysterious boundary between life and death.

Mo Chen suddenly closed his eyes, but his sea of ​​consciousness felt as if it had been plunged into a boiling starry sea!
The 180 essential sword moves of the "Sword Manual of Annihilation," which Zhang Yuan had meticulously organized and refined, flowed into his consciousness with unparalleled clarity, like a brand. His cultivation level was insufficient; he could only clearly see the first 36 moves.

enough!
In the past, when I forcibly cultivated the incomplete chapters, those obscure and difficult-to-understand key points that were like insurmountable barriers and would easily cause backlash were now suddenly clear under the connection of the complete chain of the Great Dao!
The blocked meridians were instantly cleared, and the pent-up insights burst forth.

The light in the three-zhang space around his body suddenly flickered.

At times, it plunges into absolute silence and darkness, chilling to the bone, as if even time itself has frozen.

At times, tiny, yet vibrant, emerald-green specks of light would appear and leap like sparks, only to vanish into nothingness.

This was precisely because he unconsciously triggered the newly comprehended power of annihilation and creation, causing a small-scale disturbance to the rules of heaven and earth!

An unprecedented sense of power and a profound sense of enlightenment erupted within him like a volcano, shattering the bottleneck in his cultivation that had stagnated for many years.

The sturdy barrier suddenly crumbled, groaning under the strain!

Mo Chen's clenched fists trembled slightly, his nails almost digging into his palms, and he had only one thought in his mind.

This is the true path to Nirvana!

When the power of annihilation and vitality that Zhang Yuan sensed swept across the sword tablets, light swirled and shifted on the ten sword tablets.

All the worlds of the Sword Monument are affected.

That's a new inheritance and change, quietly integrated.

Beside the Rift Mountain Sword Stele.

A young disciple of the Hundred Slashes Sect, shirtless, with veins coiling like angry dragons beneath his bronze skin.

He clenched his teeth, beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, his arm muscles bulged, and his bones groaned as if they were about to burst under the strain.

Before them stood the massive hammer, formed from pure "sword intent of power," heavier than a mountain, yet it remained perfectly still.

Despair, like an icy tide, was about to engulf his last ounce of strength.

Right now!

A surge of immense power, like a warm current falling from the heavens, crashed into his parched and torn meridians!

This power is no longer merely as heavy as a mountain.

It contains a kind of resilience that is rebuilt after destruction, a terrifying sharpness that ends all laws yet does not lose its core protection!
It was as if the giant hammer itself was cracking under the force, and the ancient black iron color on the surface of the hammer peeled away inch by inch, revealing the dark gold chaotic Dao patterns flowing inside!

"Ho-!"

The disciple let out a roar that was not human; it was not a simple venting of brute force, but a cry to break free from the shackles of despair!
The power of the whole body is instantly connected and condensed under the new true meaning of "destruction and protection" intertwined!
"rise--!"

He held the giant hammer firmly above his head with a resolute air, as if he were breaking through chaos and re-establishing the world!

On the hammer, dark gold Dao patterns flowed like living things, radiating an unprecedented aura.

It possesses both the destructive edge to annihilate space and the protective stability to suppress the universe!
The ecstasy in his eyes froze, turning into a deeper shock.

The unyielding and indomitable spirit that was once pursued has now been completely overturned and sublimated.

What he felt was no longer just "how to use power", but that destruction and protection are one, and at the end of destruction lies the great power to protect new life!
The ultimate power lies not in destruction, but in rebuilding the foundation of protection from destruction!
Deep within the Abyss Sea Sword Stele.

A female cultivator from the Sea Abyss Sword Palace, her plain white sword robe now tattered and stained with blood.

At the edge of the raging, devouring vortex, the protective sword aura flickered like a candle in the wind.

His body's water-elemental essence was nearly depleted, and the salty, bloody smell and the coldness of death filled his mouth and nose.

She was like a speck of dust, about to be completely swallowed and ended by that endless darkness and ruins.

Despair froze consciousness.

Suddenly!

An overwhelming force, brimming with boundless vitality and limitless inclusiveness, poured into this small world on the verge of extinction, like a celestial river flowing backwards!
The violent, destructive, and devouring vortex was not forcibly destroyed.

It was as if an invisible giant hand had smoothed out its violent edges, reversing the "end" of destruction and transforming it into a "source" of creation.

In an instant, the whirlpool subsided, transforming into a warm, deep, and all-encompassing azure ocean current.

The deathly silence of the end of the land has given rise to a vibrant rhythm of life!
The female cultivator was suddenly enlightened, and her taut, almost broken heartstrings suddenly relaxed.

The body no longer resisted, but instead followed the Daoist rhythm that encompasses all things and gives birth from death, like a newborn embryo returning to its mother's womb, naturally "melting" into this water of new life.

The deadly crisis vanished in an instant.

The cool, powerful, and extremely pure water elemental energy, carrying the abundant vitality of new life, surged into her nearly exhausted limbs and bones.

The depleted spiritual energy surged like a spring, instantly filling and swelling, and the cultivation bottleneck was naturally broken through in the desperate situation!

She closed her eyes and immersed herself in the moment. Her sea of ​​consciousness was no longer just filled with the four words "returning to the source and embracing the sea," but was resonating with a deeper Daoist sound.

Silence is not the end; even stagnant water can give birth to new life...

This is the tide of life and death!
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The Swift Shadow Killing Sword Monument Small World.

This is the place where the "Shadowless Studio" was preserved after it disappeared into the dust of history.

The space was filled with countless distorted and ever-changing traps of light and shadow.

Deadly, silent sword energy lurked in every corner.

The air was thick with the chilling scent of rust mixed with old blood.

It was so quiet that I could hear my own rapid heartbeat.

A ghostly figure darted and flashed through the area at high speed.

It was none other than "Shadow Fang," a spy of the Heavenly Demon disguised as a down-on-his-luck rogue cultivator.

He was in a sorry state, his left arm severed at the shoulder, the stump wreathed in filthy, ethereal flames.

The wound was barely sealed off, but each spatial jump brought excruciating pain that felt like it was tearing one's soul apart.

His face was as pale as a dead man's, but his eyes gleamed with a venomous coldness and an almost insane obsession.

With his masterful control of shadow magic and the protection of the Void Flame bestowed upon him by the Bone-Eating Demon Lord, he managed to stagger through the near-death experience and reach the core of this land of death, at the cost of an arm.

At the core, a sword rune, as dark as the deepest midnight yet seemingly composed of flowing shadows themselves, floats silently.

It is silent and stealthy, yet it exudes a breathtaking speed and a perfectly concealed essence.

It seems to blend into the shadows of everything, instantly taking the enemy's head without leaving a trace.

This is precisely the core of the "Shadowless Pavilion's" legacy! (End of Chapter)