Fellow Daoist! That scoundrel has written a new book again.

When Zhu Wuyao's bladeless sword swept across north and south, blocking the snake-like lightning strike, Qi Suowei suddenly realized that this time, she could draw her sword.

The chaotic scene of panicked escape gradually merged with that small town.

Only then did Qi Suowei realize how similar the two were, both crying out in helplessness and resentment, praying for a savior to appear and draw their swords.

They were hoping someone would come to their rescue from this undeserved disaster.

Her fate split into two paths at that moment—

If he had been afraid of powerful figures and chosen to remain aloof, he would have been just one of the countless cultivators.

If you choose to draw your sword, you embark on the path of a sword immortal.

For the first time, Qi Suowei saw the branch of fate so directly. The Silver Fox was replicating that choice, leading her onto the fork in the road she had never taken before.

From then on, he went from being a sword immortal to just one of the mortals.

It wasn't until Zhu Wuyao's sword, which traversed north and south, blocked the lightning strike for the Zhu couple, who had materialized in Biyi City, that the fog that had always shrouded their vision was finally lifted.

Qi Suowei, who had long been numb and indifferent, felt a slight stirring in his heart.

She seemed to have regained her hearing and was finally able to distinguish that it was not the buzzing of flies, but real, terrified cries.

After listening to the wind for eight hundred years, I finally saw the true nature of all living beings.

Qi Suowei felt the warm blood flowing in her body. This feeling was not enough to improve her cultivation, but it was enough to give her a real sense of the seven emotions and six desires.

It was enough for her to draw her sword and block the calamities of all living beings.

She remembered that this was a demon realm, hesitated for a moment, and then found a reason to draw her sword—

"I'll teach you a sword."

"What sword?"

"The myriad aspects of human life."

Before Zhu Wuyao could react, he saw Minghuang's sword intent soar into the sky, its brilliance undiminished by the dark clouds overhead and its power undiminished by the thunderous roar.

The tribulation lightning does not allow for interference from others.

However, it had no problem blocking the celestial phenomena that came with the heavenly tribulation.

The sword intent severed the lightning, as if all the wildly dancing golden snakes were annihilated in the same instant.

That was the light that emerged from the confusion.

It is a greatness recognized by countless tiny living beings.

However, in the eyes of Zhu Wuyao, the diviner, he saw countless causes that would inevitably converge into an effect. When the expectations of all beings were united, someone would be born to meet the needs of the times.

Circumstances create heroes.

It's all about timing, luck, and fate.

When Qi Suowei unleashed his sword, it was in accordance with the will of all living beings.

Zhu Wuyao remained silent for a moment, seemingly lost in thought, before suddenly saying:

"Sword Immortal Qi, did you never intend to teach me at all?"

Before she could react, the sword shot into the sky, and all the lightning in the sky was instantly annihilated, leaving Zhu Wuyao no opportunity to comprehend it.

It was like a casual notification.

I was afraid she would learn it.

Qi Suowei smiled and said:

"Then you should also undergo a tribulation, and I'll give you another sword strike."

She looked at A Meng in Ye Xiaozhou's arms and suddenly said, "We can take her out and make her the spirit of the artifact."

The existence of A Meng is blurred, blurring the lines between reality and illusion; it seems to exist only in a fleeting thought.

She could vanish like smoke at any moment, but right now, she is truly there.

The bladeless sword is equally strange.

It sheds its mortal form and seems to exist outside the world. If the two were to merge, perhaps they could enhance each other's stability and become each other's anchor points. In that case, it would be easier for Zhu Wuyao to summon the Wufeng Sword.

And Ah Meng, who has always wanted to go out and see the world, can also step out of the mundane world.

As Qi Suowei unleashed his sword strike, a silver glint seemed to flash in the eyes of the painting seller in Biyi City, who was painting with a brush.

He slowly raised his eyes, staring at Qi Suowei's retreating figure, and in the end, did nothing.

In the spring of the thirteenth year, five people were missing from Biyi City. The ink from the painter's brush spread and blurred, revealing the figure of a sword immortal. The person in the painting stood holding a sword, once again shielding all living beings from heavenly lightning.

Countless scrolls unfolded behind him, each depicting Qi Suowei's figure through hundreds of reincarnations.

There is no Nascent Soul stage in the cultivation world.

He put down his pen, stood up, and coughed up a glaringly bright red blood. The mountains were high and the road was long. Eight hundred years had passed, and he could not escape the prophecy that the fox would die facing its den.

But she was different; she was an eagle destined to soar through the skies.

If that's the case, why did we have to meet?

He was exhausted and could do nothing more. The fox curled up in the arms of the person in the painting and slept peacefully.

Qi did not turn back.

Thus, Silver Fox's last painting was merely the departing figure of a departing person.

Outside Feidu Lake, Qi Suowei seemed to have something on his mind.

Eight hundred years later, it seemed as if he once again sensed the call of destiny, but it was only for a moment, and it was far too late.

This is the new millennium.

That fortune has long since changed hands.

Looking back at Feidu Lake once more, Zhu Wuyao finally remembered the source of that familiar feeling when he first stepped into Feidu Lake.

During the entrance examination for disciples at the Star-Picking Tower, Elder Bai's water mirror, which locks in fate, is very similar to that of Feidu Lake.

The world in the mirror is also like a dream, and all the characters in it seem to be following a script, performing scene after scene of drama, going through cycle after cycle, endlessly repeating.

It can be used to deduce the outcomes of different choices.

In my memory, it could also be used to postpone the arrival of the appointed time.

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While Zhu Wuyao stepped out of the myriad forms of life.

A certain caravan had just finished a fierce battle. The young man in charge was escorting goods for the Gu family. It was expected that they would be attacked by cultivators, but with him there to hold the line, the enemy was not a threat.

He bent down and picked up the fallen dart. Without much effort, he recognized the robber.

A hundred flowers blush?

A thoughtful look flashed in his eyes.

"hiss--"

The dart in his hand fell to the ground. The cultivator stared at the wound on his fingertip, and as the red color appeared, it looked like a line of blood that had cut across his neck.

Suddenly, I looked up and stared in a certain direction.

"Brother Xun'er, is the one who came to rob the caravan Baihua Xiu from the Sparrow Spirit Sect?!"

"Considering our acquaintance at the Southwest Immortal Gathering, we have already been tolerant time and time again, but she is ungrateful. Knowing that the goods were escorted by us, she shows no regard for our relationship at all!"

"Once the goods are delivered, I'll have to go and have a word with her!"

Shen Xun wiped the blood from his fingertip, stood up, and said:

"No, I have to go back to the Star-Picking Tower first."

Over the past ten years, he has had many extraordinary encounters. He already possessed the aptitude of a superior heavenly spiritual root, and he was subsequently involved in several strange events. Not only did he learn divination techniques, but his cultivation level also increased by leaps and bounds.

It is currently in the initial stage of foundation building.

I am currently attempting to break through to the mid-stage of Foundation Establishment.

But just now, Shen Xun realized that the person who was competing with him for the same share of fortune had reappeared after many years.

He seemed to smile with his head down; this was no longer just a matter of gratitude and revenge.

This ebb and flow... What does this ebb and flow mean?

If our fates are intertwined, then I am not destined for it.

vice versa.

This is a case of one gaining at the expense of the other.