Immortal Dao is dead, I am the mastermind behind it all.

The disciples below the stage erupted in a cacophony of emotions: excitement, resentment, and bewilderment.

Shen Moyan stood there, stunned, feeling this historic moment.

He looked down at the Azure Sun Sword Robe he was wearing, and then thought of the Azure Sun Sword Sect in later generations. A strange feeling of time and space intersecting and cause and effect cycling welled up in his heart.

"I have actually become a witness to history... No, this has already happened."

Shen Moyan muttered to himself.

The Five-Colored Celestial Realm is not a plane; it buried everything in the ancient mountains and seas.

"That five-colored celestial realm is their legacy, or rather, their tomb!"

"It's filled with the lingering Daoist aura of the fallen Fate Master, and holds an unknown terror..."

Bai Liming's words rang in my ears.

"...Once, the True Monarch Gui Cang, overconfident in his cultivation, attempted to enter and seek opportunities, but his very existence was immediately erased from the fabric of time and space!"

"If it weren't for the Origin Preaching Stele recording his Daoist essence, he would have been forgotten by everyone long ago."

At this moment, Shen Moyan is in the Five-Colored Heavenly Realm.

Or rather, he is inside a coffin crafted by five Fate Masters.

Shen Moyan's gaze gradually shifted from initial shock to profound depth.

He quietly concealed his aura, completely blending himself into the excited disciples of the Biyang Sword Sect.

"So that's how I deduced the 'ten deaths without survival' scenario."

It's not a problem with the divination; "Shen Moyan is doomed to die" refers to the identity of "Shen Moyan" being doomed to die.

He entered the Five-Colored Heavenly Realm, and his external identity, all causes and effects, were naturally buried.

"The God of Fate is truly miraculous; he can actually capture a segment of time and stuff it into a coffin."

"Wait, does this also mean I can personally witness the ancient battle between mountains and seas?"

Shen Moyan couldn't help but feel excited.

Once others enter the Five-Colored Heavenly Realm, their identity and karma are erased, making it difficult for them to leave, unless they are Holy Court cultivators with the rank of Seven Mysteries.

But Shen Moyan is different.

He can reopen it!

"Perhaps I can take this opportunity to learn the truth about the sealed mountains and seas, and discover the secret that the Xuanhuang Emperor was willing to personally intervene to conceal..." Shen Moyan's eyes flickered.

"Furthermore, during this Hundred Boats Dao Discussion, I can also absorb the Dao essence of the ancient geniuses, which will greatly benefit the growth of my Purple Mansion."

"If things really don't work out, I can leave at any time without any loss."

After the meeting at Wanjian Square ended, Shen Moyan found an opportunity to meet with Sword Master Xie Wuxin.

"Senior Brother Xie, our sect has existed for a million years, and the name Qingyang is renowned throughout the mountains and seas. Why has the sect suddenly decided to change its name? Has the sect encountered some difficulties?"

Xie Wuxin remained silent for a moment before speaking, his voice cold and clear:

"I don't know the specific reason either."

"All that is known is that the leader of the Heavenly Mystery Divine Sect recently sacrificed ten thousand years of cultivation to glimpse a corner of the future and issued a prophecy."

He paused, seemingly considering his words: "The prophecy mentions that the Azure Netherworld Master, who attained enlightenment a million years ago and now holds the reins of the Mysterious Realm, will soon bring an immeasurable calamity to... the Mountain and Sea Realm."

Shen Moyan's expression was strange.

The Azure Netherworld Deity will harm the mountains and seas? Are you kidding me?

Xie Wuxin continued, "The character 'Qing' sounds the same as the title of that person, the God of Fate, which is taboo. More importantly..."

"According to the sect's secret records, before that Azure Netherworld Fate Master attained enlightenment, he seemed to have had a karmic entanglement with our sect's predecessor, the 'Azure Sun Sword Sect.' The rights and wrongs, the grudges and grievances, have long been buried by time, but this connection itself may be the source of disaster when the calamity comes."

"To avoid trouble and sever old ties, changing the name to 'Biyang' is the best course of action."

"Thank you for your explanation, Senior Brother." Shen Moyan suppressed the turmoil in his heart and said solemnly.

Xie Wuxin nodded slightly and said no more.

……

Three days later, the boundless sea of ​​light appeared.

A hundred boats discuss the way, and a gathering of heroes.

Three sword lights shot into the sky, tearing through the sea of ​​clouds, and sped toward the center of the sea of ​​light.

The leader was none other than Sword Master Xie Wuxin. His sword light was as condensed as a single line, yet its speed was astonishing, forcing the clouds to disperse.

Following closely behind was Shen Moyan.

He wielded a stream of cyan-gold light, which was the original owner of this body's natal flying sword, "Jinghong." The sword light was agile and swift, with an unpredictable trajectory.

During his three days of seclusion, Shen Moyan, relying on Xi Yi's terrifying insight, has completely mastered the "Qingyang Ascension Technique".

The last one was a young man dressed in black, close-fitting clothes, standing on a thick, heavy sword.

His swordsmanship was as steady as a mountain, the sword light was thick and powerful, and although the speed was slightly slower, it carried an indomitable sword intent.

It was Ye Xianfeng, another fellow disciple invited by Xie Wuxin.

Ye Xianfeng was also a famous genius of the Sword Sect. He was at the peak of the Golden Core stage and his swordsmanship was fierce and sharp. He followed a path of "heavy sword without edge, great skill without artifice" which was completely different from the light and swift "Jinghong". He was known in the sect as "Collapse Mountain Sword".

The three sword lights, each with a distinct style, were all extraordinary. They moved swiftly across the boundless sea like thunder, tearing through the sky and attracting the attention of cultivators along the way.

Shen Moyan silently sensed the ancient sword cultivator's way of traveling, which was different from the escape techniques and teleportation arrays of later generations. It placed more emphasis on the resonance between one's own sword intent and the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, and the speed was extremely fast.

As he adapted, he secretly studied the sword techniques of Xie Wuxin and Ye Xianfeng, and gained a great deal.

"Junior Brother Shen, I heard your swordsmanship has improved again?"

During the flight, Ye Xianfeng's gaze swept towards Shen Moyan with lightning speed, his fighting spirit undisguised.

Shen Moyan felt a chill run down his spine, knowing that this was a test, and also a common practice among fellow disciples.

His expression remained unchanged as he calmly replied, "Senior Brother Ye's 'Mountain Collapse' sword intent is as solid as a mountain; I was just about to ask him for some pointers."

Xie Wuxin, standing ahead, seemed not to have heard, and simply said:

"We are approaching Penglai Immortal Island. Concentrate your mind. We have also invited the Six Hell Scoundrels to discuss the Dao. Do not be distracted."

Upon hearing this, Shen Moyan and Ye Xianfeng both concealed their auras and focused on controlling their swords.

The organizer of this Hundred Boats Dao Discussion is the Penglai Immortal Sect, one of the Twenty-One Immortal Dao Lineages.

After flying for about half a day, the surrounding void suddenly solidified, as if we had sunk into an invisible swamp.

The three men's previously fluid swordplay suddenly froze, and their speed plummeted.

Immediately afterwards, black and red demonic energy surged from the void, transforming into countless ferocious demons that roared and pounced. Furthermore, a massive demonic array that covered the heavens and the earth instantly took shape, its blood-red light soaring into the sky, blocking all directions.

"Hmph! These lowly members of the Demonic Sect dare to block our path?"

Ye Xianfeng snorted coldly, and the broadsword on his back was already half an inch out of its sheath, emanating a chilling sword intent.

Xie Wuxin's expression remained unchanged, but his eyes turned cold:

"Zheng Quan, get out here!"

"Hahaha! Xie Wuxin, long time no see, your temper is still as bad as ever!"

Accompanied by arrogant laughter, the phantom of a cultivator in a deep blue demonic robe emerged from the center of the demonic array.

He is the formation genius of the Six Prisons Demon Sect who has risen to fame in recent years.

"Zheng Quan?"

Shen Moyan's pupils dilated.

"I never expected that the prestigious Sword Sect would actually change its name. It has truly disgraced the immortal lineage."

"This is where your Sword Sect will fall! You still want to participate in the Hundred Boats Discussion? Dream on!" Zheng Quan grinned and waved his hand.

"The Demon-Binding God Prison Realm, rise!"

Boom!

The demonic array unleashed its full power, unleashing countless demonic creatures that roared down, along with blood-red light that corroded the soul and intertwined chains that distorted space.

"You can all enjoy yourselves in here! Hahaha..." After saying that, Zheng Quan didn't linger in the fight, his figure leaving the magic array and disappearing.

Clearly, his goal was merely to hinder, not to fight to the death.

Xie Wuxin pointed his sword and unleashed a dazzling sword aura that tore apart a large area of ​​demonic creatures. However, the formation was perfectly integrated and instantly filled the gap, making it difficult to break through for the time being.

Ye Xianfeng roared and swung his sword to meet the enemy. His sword energy was domineering, but he was also entangled by the many demonic forces.

"Lord Sword Master, these Six Prisons scoundrels are trying to obstruct our participation in the Hundred Boats Discussion!" Ye Xianfeng said through gritted teeth.

Shen Moyan was in the middle of the formation. He felt the demonic sounds filling his ears and his soul swaying, but he did not panic.

As Xi Yi's gaze swept across the entire demonic array, the trajectory of each key point in this seemingly dangerous formation was clearly visible.

"With my abilities, I can break this formation, but it will still take several months..." Shen Moyan's mind raced as he discerned the key point.

Each of the three had their own methods, but they were unable to break the formation in a short time.

"Damn it! That little devil!" Ye Xianfeng roared, but there was nothing he could do.

Xie Wuxin's expression was icy as he continuously used his supreme sword heart to deduce the flaws in the formation.

Shen Moyan also calmed down and analyzed the situation from Xi Yi's perspective.

This predicament lasted for half a year.

Over the course of six months, the three of them used every means at their disposal to repeatedly battle the demonic array.

Finally, one day they escaped their predicament, all somewhat disheveled, their hearts shrouded in gloom.

If it's delayed for half a year, the conference will probably have already ended.

"What should we do? Lord Jianzi, are we still going?" Ye Xianfeng asked.

"Of course, I cannot go back on my word after accepting an invitation," Xie Wuxin replied.

However, as they continued on their journey, they encountered a hasty and disheveled streak of light.

The stray light was crooked and its aura was disordered, as if it had been seriously injured.

As they drew closer, they could see that he was a young cultivator dressed in a Bagua Taoist robe, his face as pale as paper.

The jade pendant at his waist revealed his identity: a true disciple of the Dayan Array Sect, a formation master!

"Fellow Daoist Liezhen? What's the matter that you're so alarmed?" Xie Wuxin asked, frowning.

Upon seeing the three, Liezhenzi grasped at them as if they were lifelines, his voice trembling with fear:

"It's over! It's all over! The Penglai Immortal Sect... is gone!"