Travel through the heavens

Looking at Xuanyuan Jingxuan who was deader than dead, Xuanyuan Qingfeng's mind went blank and he could hardly stand.

No matter how bad his third uncle Xuanyuan Jingxuan's behavior is, he is ultimately a genuine top-notch martial artist. After decades of following the routine, he has built up a solid physique of diamond. Now he claims to have entered the mysterious realm of Zhixuan.

Even if you have just entered the realm of the Mysterious Finger, what if your foundation is still unstable?

Zhixuan, the martial arts world is also known as Wulin. When you reach Zhixuan, you will truly become a towering tree standing in the Wulin. Taoist masters will have the hope of ascending to heaven, and Buddhist living Buddhas will be able to transform into relics. Martial artists outside the three religions will be even more vigorous and domineering, proving their way with force, without any external force, and purely using their flesh and blood to fight against the might of heaven. Just thinking about it makes one's blood boil.

He died in the blink of an eye?

The immortals on land are so terrifying!

"The library is a quiet and elegant place and should not be polluted." Fang Muye waved his hand and Xuanyuan Jingxuan's body appeared outside the Imperial Library.

He looked at Xuanyuan Qingfeng who was still in a daze and chuckled, "Miss Qingfeng, I invited Li Jianshen and Xu Fengnian when I came here. Now they have started climbing the mountain and will soon reach the Yimen Gate. Please go pick them up and take them to Daxueping."

Xuanyuan Qingfeng responded in a daze, then walked out of the Imperial Decree Building in a daze and went down the mountain.

Fang Muye also stood up and said to Xuanyuan Jingcheng: "Mr. Shouzhuo, let's go to Daxueping now."

There is a large flat area outside Gu Niuzhang, which is the Daxueping.

On the way to Daxueping, there is a jade corridor paved with 300 steps, and across the road there is a golden nanmu archway with the three characters "Guniujiang" inscribed on it.

Fang Muye and Xuanyuan Jingcheng walked slowly against the wind, their sleeves fluttering, standing out from the crowd.

Ever since Xuanyuan Jingcheng walked out of the Imperial Edict Building, the Qi in his body began to rise step by step from the ninth level. By the time he crossed the archway and stepped onto the snowy plain, he had reached the peak of the second level and was only one step away from the first level.

People from the three religions are different from martial artists in the martial arts world. After entering the first level, they do not need to advance according to the realms. Generally speaking, the first level of Buddhism is Vajra, the first level of Taoism is Zhixuan, and the first level of Confucianism is Tianxiang. They only cultivate a single realm. As for the immortals on land, the three sects have different paths but the same destination.

Although Xuanyuan Jingcheng had learned all the secret techniques of Huishan Wendi Pavilion in the past twenty years, he still followed the Confucian path. He was still a little short of naturally entering the celestial realm. Although he no longer suppressed it deliberately, there was no need for him to go against the flow of his qi sea and force his way into the celestial realm.

Xuanyuan Jingcheng stopped and looked at the tall figure at the end of the snowy plain, muttering, "Finally we have reached this place."

The figure was extremely burly, an old man who had the secret of maintaining his youthful appearance. He had a head full of white hair twenty years ago, but now his temples were dark blue again, and he had returned to his original nature.

He stood at the gate of Gu Niujiang's mansion with a serious expression, like a single man guarding the pass with majestic momentum, and his eyes were cast at Xuanyuan Jingcheng, whose anger had not yet calmed down.

"I have looked down upon you for so many years. Are you here for your daughter?"

The only ancestor on Huishan who is qualified to say that he enjoys the peace and tranquility of the land, has sharp eyes, a voice like a bell, and a deep voice that stirs on the snowy plain.

There is a string of wind chimes hanging under the eaves of Gu Niuzhang. Because of the strong wind from the top of the mountain, the chimes make a ding-dong sound all year round. But at this moment, the chimes are silent, like a dying person with his neck strangled.

"The prestige of the Xuanyuan family for nearly a hundred years has all relied on the support of our ancestors. On behalf of the Xuanyuan clan, I would like to thank the ancestors." Xuanyuan Jingcheng spoke in a calm tone and bowed to Xuanyuan Dapan.

Xuanyuan Dapan said calmly: "Your daughter is a thank you gift."

Xuanyuan Jingcheng's eyes turned cold, he stood up, and said in a deep voice: "But this is the wrong way."

Xuanyuan Dapan didn't care: "So what if I'm wrong?"

Xuanyuan Jingcheng said loudly: "Today we will climb the Daxueping, and invite our ancestor to die!"

Xuanyuan Dapan laughed loudly: "Jingcheng, have you ever read about the resonance between heaven and earth? Do you know at what level can it be considered the celestial realm?"

Xuanyuan Jingcheng said calmly: "Although it is not a celestial phenomenon, it is already very close. It's a pity that the ancestor can't see it."

Xuanyuan Dapan looked at Fang Muye, who was silent beside Xuanyuan Jingcheng, with a playful look in his eyes and tone: "Is he the one that you, the unworthy descendant, sent to deal with me?"

After saying that, he raised his head and laughed again, obviously not taking Fang Muye seriously.

This is not because Xuanyuan Dapan is conceited. He counted on his fingers the opponents that this burly-backed old man had challenged.

When he was an adult, he challenged the ancestor of the family and caused him to be seriously injured and died. When he was thirty, he fought against the spear fairy Wang Xiu, but was slightly inferior. At the age of forty, he entered the Wu family sword tomb alone and forced the sword champion of that generation to use the flying sword technique. Although he lost, he was still honored. In the next ten years, he learned sword skills and was confident that his sword skills could match that of the top sword god Li Chungang of that generation. He was defeated again, and then practiced sword skills and fought against the young Gu Jiantang, but lost again. Not to mention that Xuanyuan Dapan also competed with the immortal Qi Xuanzhen in internal strength during this period. Although he was defeated, it was natural. But if his cultivation was mediocre, how could Qi Xuanzhen, who had spent his whole life on the demon-slaying platform to learn the truth, fight him?

Xuanyuan Dapan seemed to lose every time he competed with others, so he was ridiculed as Xuanyuan Unbeatable. However, not to mention Qi Xuanzhen, the only one who could stand shoulder to shoulder with Lu Zu in the past five hundred years, and Li Chungang, who was invincible in the secular world at that time, even Gu Jiantang, who was the most insignificant at that time, now has extraordinary swordsmanship and calls himself the second, and no one dares to claim to be the first. In this way, how many people dare to underestimate the ancestor of the Xuanyuan family?

Xuanyuan Dapan lived for nearly a hundred years. Unlike Li Chungang, whose realm deteriorated and eventually he failed to recover, he had generally been rising steadily. He had already entered the celestial realm in the year of Zhangchao. In recent years, he had been secluded in Guniujiang, devoting himself to dual cultivation, and was committed to integrating the three religions of Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism into one. He became stronger with age and had already reached the threshold of becoming a terrestrial immortal.

With such skills, there are only a handful of people in this world who can fight against him. The two in front of him are not worthy!

Fang Muye didn't care about Xuanyuan Dapan's arrogance at all, and asked calmly: "I heard that you are famous for your bravery. Are you taking the path of proving the truth with strength?"

Since Xuanyuan Dapan started practicing martial arts, he has been seeking to prove his Dao with strength. He has never worshipped the heaven and earth, but only believed in his own fists. He is the same as the sword god Li Chungang, who would make the heaven and earth tremble and the ghosts cry as soon as he strikes his sword. What Dao follows the nature of heaven and earth, what suffering in this life brings happiness in the next life, what nurturing the righteousness of heaven and earth, it's all bullshit! The more Xuanyuan Dapan studies the mysteries of the three religions, the more determined he is to follow the path he originally took. I have two hands, and all the immortals, Buddhas, demons and monsters must retreat and get out!

What's more, Xuanyuan Dapan had a very clear goal, proving that the path he chose was not only feasible, but also extremely correct.

Wudi City, Wang Xianzhi!

Xuanyuan Dapan stood with his hands behind his back and asked proudly, "How is it?"

Fang Muye smiled calmly. Although his tone was light, it was louder than the huge bell of Xuanyuan Dapan.

"Since you are proud of your strength, I will kill you with my strength."