The genius who counterattacked the mainland

As the mysterious figure entered the Taoist temple, he was met with a hush and silence, the air thick with an ancient and mysterious atmosphere. The temple's walls were covered with bizarre paintings, depicting the intertwining and struggle between light and darkness throughout history. A mysterious old man sat at the center of the temple, his face shrouded in the mist of time, his features indistinct, yet his eyes, deep as the abyss, seemed to hold the secrets of the universe.

The mysterious old man raised his head slightly and looked at the mysterious figure. His voice seemed to come from ancient time and space: "You are here, the one who pursues the true meaning of power fusion." The mysterious figure saluted respectfully: "Junior sincerely asks for guidance from the senior on how to more perfectly integrate the power of darkness and light." The old man smiled slightly and waved his hand gently, and the air around him began to flash with black and white light.

"Light and darkness share the same origin, yet they run in opposite directions. You must first let go of your preconceived notions about them and experience their purest essence," the old man said. The mysterious figure sat cross-legged, closed his eyes, and, following the old man's guidance, immersed himself in the forces of darkness and light. He recalled his past experiences harnessing these two powers, each collision and fusion replaying itself in his mind.

In his perception, the power of darkness was no longer pure evil; it resembled the deep night sky, imbued with endless tranquility and mystery. The power of light was no longer simply a symbol of justice, but, like the blazing sun, possessed both destruction and rebirth. As his understanding of these two forces deepened, the black and white light around him began to slowly swirl, accelerating, forming a massive energy vortex.

The mysterious old man nodded, a whisk radiating an ancient aura materializing in his hand. With a gentle wave, a beam of light emanated from the energy vortex. This light, acting as a catalyst, allowed the dark and light forces within the mysterious figure to truly merge. He felt as if his own strength were being reshaped, every cell in his body rejoicing with joy. This fusion of power was no longer a simple sum of one and one, but a qualitative shift, a new power beyond his previous understanding.

Beyond the valley, the man in white arrived at a fairy mountain shrouded in mist. Atop the mountain stood an ancient music hall, where, according to legend, a divine artifact imbued the flute's sounds with greater magical power. As the man in white journeyed along the winding mountain path, the surrounding mist seemed alive, sometimes entwining around him, sometimes dispersing to reveal exotic flowers blooming along the path. These flowers shone with multicolored light, their petals dancing in the wind, as if guiding his path.

As he stepped into the music hall, a melodious celestial music filled his ears. Inside, a variety of ancient instruments filled the hall, each exuding a mysterious aura. In the center, a shimmering jade flute, intricately engraved with runes, shimmered with light, seemingly beckoning the figure in white. The figure in white approached the flute and gently lifted it. Instantly, a powerful force coursed through his arm and throughout his body. He placed his flute next to the jade flute, and the two beams of light merged. His flute began to transform, its body becoming more refined, and new runes appeared on it, echoing those on the jade flute.

The man in white began to play his flute. Notes flew from the flute holes, transforming into ethereal fairies. The fairies danced gracefully within the hall, each movement imbued with a wondrous rhythm. As his rhythm quickened, the fairies grew taller and more powerful. The man in white knew he had found the key to increasing his powers. He began to practice in seclusion within the hall, attempting to perfectly integrate this newfound power with his own flute magic.

Meanwhile, after mastering the new form of the Sword of Creation, Xu Tiancai continued his exploration of the Mysterious Mountain. He delved deeper into the caverns and discovered a passage leading into the mountain's bowels. The passage was filled with various glowing crystals, their light illuminating the path ahead. As he walked, he heard a low roar, as if some powerful creature awaited him.

As he turned a corner, a massive flaming Qilin appeared before him. Its entire body burned with a blazing fire, its flames radiating a rainbow of colors, each representing a different elemental power. Its eyes, like two blazing suns, stared at Xu Tiancai with a mixture of majesty and warning. Xu Tiancai gripped the Sword of Creation tightly, its new blade appearing even more mysterious in the light.

The Flame Kirin launched the first attack, opening its maw and spewing a beam of energy composed of flames, lightning, and fierce wind. Xu Tiancai quickly summoned his soul power and dodged the fatal blow. The energy beam struck the wall behind him, instantly triggering a massive explosion that shook the entire corridor. Seizing the perfect moment, Xu Tiancai charged toward the Flame Kirin. He swung the Sword of Creation, the runes on the blade gleaming, and a burst of multicolored sword light slashed towards the Kirin.

The flaming Qilin swung its claws, colliding with the sword's light, sending a shower of brilliant sparks flying. The Qilin's power was so immense that Xu Tiancai was sent flying backward, but he flipped mid-air and landed firmly on the ground. He knew this Qilin was a test of his newfound strength, and he couldn't retreat. He once again concentrated his energy, combining the power of his soul with the might of the Sword of Creation. Like a flash of lightning, he charged towards the Qilin. This time, his attack was even more fierce, and the sword's light poured down upon the Qilin like a torrential rain.

The Flame Qilin sensed the threat, and its flames burned even more fiercely. It raised its head and let out a deafening roar, and the surrounding elemental forces began to gather frantically around it. A massive elemental shield formed around the Qilin's body, a shield of flashing lightning, howling winds, and blazing flames. Xu Tiancai's sword struck the shield, triggering a powerful energy surge, but it was unable to penetrate it.

Xu Tiancai's brow furrowed as he began to observe Qilin's every move. He noticed that when Qilin gathered its elemental energy, there was a brief pause, a gap in its power conversion. Xu Tiancai waited for this opportunity. When Qilin was about to attack again, he concentrated all his strength and stabbed at a weak point in Qilin's shield. The tip of the Sword of Creation accurately pierced that spot, and a brilliant rainbow of light shone, instantly penetrating the shield and piercing Qilin's body.

The Flame Qilin roared in agony, its flames becoming chaotic. Xu Tiancai seized the opportunity to launch a series of attacks, his sword flashes following him like a shadow, constantly striking the Qilin. The Qilin began to retreat, its wounds oozing colorful blood, which dripped onto the ground, triggering a small elemental explosion. Finally, under Xu Tiancai's fierce assault, the Flame Qilin transformed into a ball of elemental light and vanished into thin air.

As the Flame Kirin vanished, a massive stone gate appeared at the end of the passage. Engraved with mysterious patterns and runes, these runes shimmered with light, as if telling an ancient legend. Xu Tiancai approached the stone gate and reached out to touch the runes. Suddenly, the gate's light shone brightly, enveloping him. When the light dissipated, Xu Tiancai found himself in a vast hall.

The hall was filled with various artifacts and treasures, each emanating a powerful aura. In the center, a massive crystal ball seemed to hold the secrets of the entire world. As Xu Tiancai approached the crystal ball, his soul power resonated strangely with it. Images began to emerge within the crystal ball, depicting ancient wars, mysterious races, powerful artifacts, and an unknown world.

Immersed in these images, Xu Tiancai saw the origins of the Sword of Creation. It was forged by a creator god to maintain the balance of the world. Along with the Sword of Creation, several other artifacts emerged, each governing a different realm of power. Now, the rise of dark forces seems to be connected to the loss of these artifacts. Xu Tiancai realized that his mission wasn't just to protect his own world; he also needed to find other artifacts to completely stop the threat of darkness.

Elsewhere, Agang has defeated numerous Phantom Warriors in an ancient arena. With each battle, he learns new combat techniques and uses of his fighting spirit. Now, he faces the most powerful Phantom Warrior leader.

The Phantom Warrior leader was tall and mighty, clad in a layer of golden armor engraved with mysterious runes that shimmered and enhanced the armor's defenses. He wielded a massive two-handed sword, its blade ablaze with flames, and every swing left a burning trail in the air.

Agang took a deep breath, his axe igniting with even greater golden fighting spirit. He charged at the Phantom Warrior leader, his axe and two-handed sword colliding with a deafening roar. Sparks flew, and the powerful impact sent both Agang and the Phantom Warrior leader back several steps. The Phantom Warrior leader sneered, his figure flashing like lightning, reappearing before Agang, his two-handed sword thrusting at his vital points.

Agang reacted quickly, blocking the fatal blow with his battle axe. But the Phantom Warrior Leader's strength was so great that Agang felt his arm go numb. He knew he couldn't just fight this foe with sheer strength; he needed to use technique. Agang began to move nimbly, his feet moving like a phantom, circling the Phantom Warrior Leader. He used his speed to his advantage, searching for weaknesses.

The Phantom Warrior leader seemed to understand Agang's intention. He steadied himself and plunged his two-handed sword into the ground. A powerful fighting spirit erupted from the sword, forming a circular fighting spirit shield. The flames on the shield burned even more fiercely, and anything that approached would be instantly burned to ash. Agang tried to attack the shield with his battle axe, but the moment the axe made contact with the shield, it was bounced back by the powerful force.

Agang's brow furrowed as he began to ponder a countermeasure. Suddenly, a technique he'd learned in earlier battles struck him. He plunged his battle axe into the ground, then continuously channeled his Dou Qi into it. The axe began to absorb the surrounding energy, its golden glow growing stronger and stronger. With a furious roar, Agang yanked the axe back and slashed at a single point on the Dou Qi shield. This single blow embodied all his strength and skill, and the golden Dou Qi on the axe surged towards the shield like a roaring dragon.

Under the powerful impact, a crack appeared in the Dou Qi shield. The Phantom Warrior leader's face changed. He hadn't expected Agang to break through his shield. Agang seized this opportunity and attacked again. He swung his axe repeatedly, each strike landing precisely on the crack in the shield. The crack grew larger and larger, and finally, the Dou Qi shield shattered under Agang's fierce attack.

The Phantom Warrior leader roared in anger, raising his two-handed sword and launching an even more frenzied attack at Agang. Undeterred, Agang engaged the Phantom Warrior leader in a fierce close combat. Axe and two-handed sword clashed, sending sparks raining down. During the fight, Agang discovered an energy core beneath the Phantom Warrior leader's back, the key to his power.

Seeing the perfect moment, Agang feigned defeat, luring the Phantom Warrior Leader into pursuit. As the Phantom Warrior Leader drew closer, Agang suddenly spun and hurled his battle axe at the energy core behind him. The axe spun through the air, striking the energy core with immense force. The Phantom Warrior Leader let out a scream, his body becoming ethereal before vanishing into thin air.

With the disappearance of the Phantom Warrior leader, the arena began to transform. The surrounding stands collapsed, and a massive hole appeared in the ground. From within, a mysterious aura of power emanated. Agang knew this was a new challenge, an opportunity to enhance his own strength. Without hesitation, he leaped into the hole, heading towards the unknown depths.

Lin's training in the mysterious forest had reached a critical stage. Having established a deeper connection with the element of wind through the Wind Altar, she began to challenge its limits. She arrived at the center of the forest, where a massive wind vortex loomed. Like a massive tornado, the vortex connected the sky and the ground, sucking the surrounding trees into it and shredding them.