Fengyunlu

As soon as Bai Luan finished speaking, a sword hummed softly in her ears, as if it was tickling her ears, and it seemed to be far away in the sky, out of reach. But Xixi felt that the sound was ringing in her heart, clearly. Everyone present had the same feeling. Although the sword sound was so thin that it was almost inaudible, it rippled in everyone's heart. Not only the Cangyun Sect, but also the Cangyun Mountains, and even people far away in the South China Sea, seemed to feel a slight vibration. This vibration came from the bottom of the heart, and it seemed to come out from the soul. Even the most powerful saint could not escape this subtle feeling.

Fengchen's eyes flickered, and he felt this change more deeply. Others might only feel the pressure on their souls, but he could understand the meaning behind the sound of the sword. It was a kind of transcendent taste. If it were someone else, they might jump up and curse or put on a scary posture, but the White Dragon King's casual sword strike made everyone remember it in their hearts.

There is no emotion in this sword. Fengchen thinks that there are no enemies or friends in this world, no joy, anger, sorrow or happiness. If he wants to attack, he will attack, without any reason. If you can't beat him, then wait for death. If he attacks, you will have no chance to survive, because he thinks you are already dead.

The reason for his confidence was not only because of his great cultivation, but also because of his high level of cultivation. In the Cangyun Sect, the entire Xuanmen, and even the whole world, except for his grandfather Bai Qianyi, no one could compare to the White Dragon King. At this level, Fengchen couldn't figure out how to win or how to escape.

What Fengchen didn't understand was that the White Dragon King was very young and had only practiced for a hundred years. When his parents were still alive, there was no such person in the world. His sister was also a Saint, but she was far inferior to the White Dragon King. Fengchen couldn't understand why the gap was so big.

Just being smart or having someone to guide you is not enough. Fengchen's father is also a genius, but compared to the White Dragon King, his level is far behind. Fengchen believes that even if he faces the White Dragon King or his grandfather, his father has the ability to escape unscathed.

Of course, these are all comparisons. If a real fight breaks out, no one knows what will happen. But the White Dragon King's ability is probably the most powerful character in the Cangyun Sect besides the ancestor Baidi. Even the Cangyun Emperor is not as good as him. After all, it is very, very difficult to enter the Saint level at such a young age.

On the road of cultivating immortals, Xuanmen disciples have to overcome many difficulties and start from the Spiritual Source Realm. Every step is like walking on a tightrope, with great risks. As they climb higher and higher, the difficulty also increases, especially after reaching the Xuan level, which is the real Xuanmen practice. There are many people walking on this road, but the number of people who can reach the end can be counted on ten fingers. There are even fewer people who can continue to move forward, only a few.

This is destiny. The world has its own rules. Practitioners want to understand these ways and then turn them into their own superpowers. However, doing so will inevitably destroy the harmony of heaven and earth, making the ways that originally belonged to all things increasingly scarce. Therefore, God said that not everyone can pursue a high realm casually. It depends on whether you can bear the hardship. This matter is too mysterious. It has not reached that level. It can only be said that you are destined to this realm.

Therefore, people who can reach the ultimate realm are as rare as giant pandas. The practitioners standing at the top have a heavier burden on their shoulders, and there are very few who can truly be free. Therefore, when ordinary people look at the world of cultivation, those who can reach the level of the White Dragon King are just like stars in the sky, out of reach.

Fengchen was particularly curious about this matter. He was a congenital spirit, and seemed to be able to sense some of the secrets of heaven and earth, but it was only a vague feeling, which did not affect his understanding of the rarity of high realms. He felt that the White Dragon King could reach that realm, and it was not enough to rely on the master's teaching and talent, but there must be destiny.

But Fengchen is young after all, there are some things he can't figure out, and now is not the time to think about it. The sound of the sword has disappeared, and the disciple who is doing odd jobs next to him said softly: "This realm is too high. It will probably not be long before Master Bai can't teach you anything. Young man, you have a bright future, why are you so entangled now?"

Feng Chen seemed to understand something when he heard this, but it was just a fleeting thought. He only had a vague understanding of all this, and only knew that the miscellaneous disciple had some hidden meaning in his words, but he didn't know what it meant.

Bai Ximo saw everything clearly outside the illusion. He watched this scene and thought, "If the old sixth in the illusion really exists, or if the current sixth nephew really has this potential, when we return to Cangyun Sect this time, we must take good care of Xiaoyu's matter, and there must be no mistakes in Xiaoliuzi's future. We must protect him well and not let outsiders know of his existence. There are many secrets hidden in this illusion cave, and I wonder if outsiders can detect them."

Bai Ximo was happy at first, then a little worried. He was happy that Cangyun Sect did have such a master. Although it was a little different from reality, it was generally correct. Bai Longwang was indeed practicing, which was a secret known to few people. But he was in the back mountain of Cangyun Sect, not in Yunhuang Ridge, but in Fuyun Cave in Fengming Mountain. Bai Qianyi did give guidance, but he mainly practiced in seclusion by himself, occasionally giving a few reminders, and did not teach any specific techniques.

White Dragon King has no actual cultivation now. His opportunities are all in enlightenment. He has never practiced any skills, nor has he cultivated any Dao. But these are later stories. Now, Bai Ximo stared at the illusion closely, because the White Dragon King in the illusion has responded.

"No need to talk too much." These four words were simple and rough, without any threat or unnecessary nonsense. As these four words came, a powerful sword intent rushed straight into the sky from Yunhuang Ridge where the White Dragon King was.

The entire Cangyun Mountain was tightly surrounded by clouds and mist, just like an antique painting suddenly unfolding in front of you. A big shadow suddenly emerged from the mist, spanning the past and present, covering the sky and the sun. In this shadow, there was a giant guy, with a look of arrogance, holding a sword tightly in his hand. It was the heirloom of the leader of the Cangyun Sect - the Cangyun Sword. This sword was simple and plain, without any fancy decorations, but the big shadow held it tightly, and the tip of the sword and the spirit of the sword were aimed at the unknown disciple.

However, this grand scene doesn't seem to match the White Dragon King's current majesty. The White Dragon King has long been a saint. If he really wants to take action, there is no need for such a big show, not to mention using any external force. Although it looks scary, in the eyes of the miscellaneous disciple, it is just a piece of cake. Even a small character like Fengchen, looking at the scene in the sky, doesn't think it's anything great. This scene may scare ordinary people, but for top masters, the more fanfare, the more empty it seems.

But in the next second, the big shadow turned out to be real, as if it was created by some powerful person with magic, and it turned from nothingness into a solid entity, standing tall. The huge Cangyun sword also seemed to have become real, and wherever the tip of the sword pointed, there was a chill. Even those guys who were secretly observing, seeing this scene, couldn't help but widen their eyes.

"I thought you wouldn't do it yourself, and that today's matter was a foregone conclusion. I didn't expect you to reach this level at such a young age. But you can't move now. I don't know how long it will take you to recover after this sword strike." The White Dragon King's voice was indifferent, a little disappointed, but not very nervous. It seemed that he didn't want to keep the other party, but it was a bit regretful that today's plan was ruined.

The White Dragon King did not say much, but just said lightly: "This sword will cut off the past and the present. Everything you have in my Cang Yun Sect will disappear. Your calculations, methods, and even the body you occupy will return to their original state. I will definitely settle accounts with you."

The miscellaneous disciple smiled helplessly and said, "I thought that if you suddenly appeared and your mind was not firm, you might force yourself to come out. At that time, even if I took over another body, you would not be able to stop me if your strength was not fully restored. Now it seems that I really underestimated you. Well, wait, I will cause trouble for you in the future. But before that, my plan for Cang Yun Sect will not change."

After saying this, he slowly dispersed like smoke, leaving only a faint figure. Feng Chen felt something in his heart. The disciple who had always been unknown seemed to be completely different now. His dull eyes became bright now, as if he had become a different person. Although his cultivation level still seemed to be at the spiritual level, it seemed that he could break through at any time.

It seems that these are his own strengths, and he may have suppressed them intentionally in the past three years. Fengchen's spiritual sense is very sharp, and he can see clearly some small details that others can't notice. When the miscellaneous disciple's cultivation fluctuated, the shadow behind him seemed to tremble slightly, and then returned to normal.

It was at this time that the White Dragon King's earth-shattering sword had already slashed towards the entire Cangyun Mountain. There was no sword light, no collision, it was as if the sword had cut through everything and then merged into one with the Cangyun Mountain.

The blinding white light illuminated everyone, not only the disciples of Cang Yun Sect, but also all the creatures on Cang Yun Mountain. At that moment, they stopped moving. The only one who could still move freely was Feng Chen, who was stunned for a moment and then recovered.

He saw with his own eyes that the blinding white light covered the entire world. At that moment, even the wind stopped, the clouds and mist seemed to be frozen in the air, and even the falling leaves seemed to be fixed by magic, hanging in the air. The wild animals on the mountain also stood there blankly, as if time had really stopped. The flowing water in the distance seemed to have stopped, and the gurgling sound of the flowing water was also sealed in the air, as if everything was frozen.

Everyone present, including those Xuanmen masters, such as Bai Xide and Bai Xiyuan, seemed to be frozen when the white light swept past. They did not move, and their eyes did not fluctuate, as if everything had disappeared in an instant, and it seemed as if everything had started all over again. However, at that moment, everyone and everything on Cangyun Mountain seemed to have forgotten everything, and only Fengchen turned his head gently and looked in a certain direction of Yunhuang Ridge.

At that moment, he quietly said in his heart: "This innate spirit is really enviable! It can be free within the myriad laws, and yet independent of the laws. Looking at all this, I am really envious to death."

"You are the one who should be envied," Feng Chen replied, "I sensed it correctly, cousin. You may not have achieved much cultivation now, but I believe that no one in the world can match the power of your sword. To be able to do this, you must have suffered a lot behind the scenes."

The White Dragon King and the White Luan Dragon and Phoenix are one and the same, and are of the same generation as Fengchen. Although he is a few years older, it is appropriate for him to call him "cousin".

The White Dragon King smiled slightly, and there was something unfathomable in that smile, as if to say that everything was self-evident. He did not respond directly to Fengchen's praise, but cast his eyes into the distance, as if thinking about some profound question. After a moment, he slowly spoke: "Fengchen, although you and I are from the same clan, your mind is different from mine. You pursue power, and I pursue Tao. Power can be strong, but Tao can take you further."

The words of the White Dragon King revealed a transcendent state, which shocked Feng Chen. He began to realize that although he pursued strength, he was far inferior to the White Dragon King in understanding the Tao. The sword intention of the White Dragon King was not only a display of force, but also a profound understanding and application of the Tao.

"Cousin, I understand." Feng Chen said sincerely, with a hint of admiration in his eyes. He began to realize that what he needed was not only cultivation, but also the comprehension and understanding of Tao. This lesson from the White Dragon King was of great significance to him.

The White Dragon King nodded and said nothing more. He knew that Feng Chen had realized something, which was enough for him. The White Dragon King turned around and slowly walked towards the depths of Yunhuang Ridge. His figure gradually disappeared in the vast clouds. Feng Chen stood there for a long time without moving, his heart full of thoughts about the future and desire for the Tao.

Fengchen stood there, his heart in turmoil. He began to reflect on his own path of cultivation, realizing that he had been pursuing the improvement of strength, but neglected the in-depth understanding of Tao. The words of the White Dragon King echoed in his heart like morning bells and evening drums, making him understand that true strength lies not only in the accumulation of strength, but also in the understanding and application of Tao. He decided that from now on, he would pay more attention to the exploration and practice of Tao, and no longer simply pursue the growth of strength.

Feng Chen took a deep breath and cast his gaze towards Yunhuang Ridge in the distance. He knew that it was the White Dragon King's final resting place and also the guide for his future cultivation. He kept the White Dragon King's teachings in mind and was determined to find his own path, a path that was both powerful and full of wisdom.

Under Fengchen's feet, the grass and trees of Cangyun Mountain seemed to sense his determination and swayed gently, as if to encourage him. Fengchen smiled slightly, his heart filled with new hope and motivation. He turned around, took a step, and took the first step firmly towards the unknown future.