Zhu Tian: Starting from the World of Zongwu

What level are you? You dare to use the title of Donghuang. Do you really think that the Xuanyi Guards of my Great Zhou don't exist?

The place where Donghuang Taiyi practiced in seclusion was extremely secretive and difficult for outsiders to find, but this did not pose a problem for Song Xuan. As long as he knew the approximate direction, he could calculate the approximate location through his soul.

On the top of a steep mountain stands a dark red castle. Under the setting sun, it looks extremely eerie and terrifying, as if a giant beast that has just awakened is ready to devour someone!

hum~~

A ripple appeared in the void, and Song Xuan, dressed in a white robe, suddenly appeared in mid-air. His long hair moved without wind, and his majestic aura was like a god or demon walking out of the void.

On the mountainside, there stands a stone tablet more than ten feet high. On the tablet are engraved four blood-red characters: "Trespassers will be killed". Each word is as cold and sharp as a sword, revealing an evil aura. Ordinary people will have a mental breakdown just by looking at it!

"What a trespasser, death!"

Song Xuan laughed and waved his sleeves. The huge stone tablet exploded in an instant. The debris shot out like meteors, bombarding the castle on the top of the mountain with holes.

boom!

Inside the castle, a terrifying aura suddenly erupted. The next moment, a black-robed figure appeared out of thin air and confronted Song Xuan from a distance of a hundred feet.

"Who are you, sir?"

Song Xuan stood with his hands behind his back, quietly looking at the so-called strongest man in the Yin-Yang School, the master who called himself Donghuang Taiyi.

Without the aura of an inner world opened up, he can only be regarded as an old-fashioned grandmaster who is mediocre.

"I am Song Xuan, the Black Guard!"

Song Xuan looked at him calmly, "You should know the purpose of my visit, right?"

The black-robed man was silent for a moment. "If I say I don't know, what will you do?"

Song Xuan smiled. It seemed that this guy was really far away from the emperor and was used to being high and mighty. He had no idea what was going on.

"Do you think I'm easy to talk to?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Song Xuan's figure disappeared. Donghuang was shocked and his martial arts field was about to unfold, but a hand had pressed on his head at some point, causing the field he had just unfolded to dissipate instantly.

This palm was like a pillar supporting the sky, pressing down on his head. Donghuang suddenly felt as if there was an endless flame burning in his body. His cultivation was completely sealed, and no matter how he struggled, it was useless.

"Want to die or live?"

Song Xuan's voice was cold, which was very different from his previous attitude towards other grandmasters.

After learning some information about Tianyuan from Zhang Sanfeng, Song Xuan was no longer as friendly as before.

I was worried that if I pushed too hard, the Grandmasters would cause trouble after entering Tianyuan, but now...

I'm not happy with you. No matter whether you're convinced or not, I'll just throw you into the abyss. As for what happens next, Taizu will take care of it.

With the martial arts master Taizu in charge, why don't you try to cause trouble?

Chapter 524: Confidence comes from strength!

Under the threat of Song Xuan crushing his skull with one hand, Donghuang decisively chose to live.

It is not easy to cultivate to the level of a grandmaster. Although going to Tianyuan is dangerous, it is still much better than having your head smashed into pieces now.

Before sending Donghuang to Tianyuan, Song Xuan went to see Shao Siming, a disciple of the Yin-Yang School.

This is a young woman with the cultivation of a martial arts master, a true martial arts prodigy.

She was taciturn and cold-tempered, wearing a white veil. Song Xuan only needed to take a quick glance with his spiritual sense to see the beautiful face underneath the veil.

She is beautiful, but her personality is too cold. Song Xuan just came to take a look out of curiosity. If he had any thoughts about her, he really didn't have any.

At his current stage, unless the woman had a relationship with him in his youth, no matter how beautiful she was, he would just look at her and it would be difficult for her to cause any ripples in his heart.

"She's quite pretty, but it's a pity she's mute!"

Song Xuan sighed, holding Donghuang's neck with one hand, and said indifferently: "Let's go!"

After the two men stepped into the air and left, Shao Siming's calm body trembled slightly twice. It can be seen that although she seemed calm about the person she had just met, she was actually extremely nervous in her heart.

That’s Donghuang Taiyi!

The most mysterious and supreme existence of the Yin-Yang family was carried away like a chick. Who was that man in white and why was he so terrifying?

...

As they approached the abyss, Donghuang finally couldn't help but speak.

"I have offended you, and you are trying to make trouble for me?"

Song Xuan hummed, "I feel uncomfortable hearing your name!"

"Don't be dissatisfied. After sending you to the Heavenly Abyss, I will also send the Grandmasters of other martial arts sacred places there one after another. You are not the first, nor the last!"

"Understood!"

What worries us is not the lack of benefits but the inequality. After knowing that he was not being targeted specifically and that others would suffer in the future, Donghuang no longer felt so bad.

He had personally experienced how terrifying the person in front of him was, and he knew it better than anyone else.

The other party said that he would send other grandmasters into Tianyuan, so no one could escape.

In this way, there is no grandmaster in charge, and there is no need to worry about the Yin-Yang family being swallowed up by other holy places. This is not bad news.

"Behave well when you get to Tianyuan, and don't worry about what will happen after your death. As long as the Yin-Yang family doesn't rebel, it will continue to exist!"

Considering that Donghuang was still relatively honest, Song Xuan gave him some instructions, then raised his hand and waved it, and the once high-ranking leader of the Yin-Yang family was thrown into the abyss.

The grandmaster whom he had to look up to in the past was now easily and happily exiled to Tianyuan by him. Song Xuan was in a good mood.

He clapped his hands, and this time, he went to Yuanzhou.

Yuanzhou is an area with many nomadic peoples and is a gathering place for various ethnic groups. Ethnic issues are very acute and have always been a headache for the imperial court.

Of course, these things are not Song Xuan's business. That is Ji Xuanfeng's business, and at the moment, he is going to meet a few people.

Lang Fanyun, Pang Ban, Yan Fei, Sun En, Chuan Ying!

These people were either masters of the Demon Sect, Taoist priests, or famous heroes throughout the world. According to the records of the Xuanyi Guard, they had all been living in seclusion in Yuanzhou in recent years.

Lang Fanyun's secluded place is an unnamed deserted island with rugged reefs and towering ancient trees. When Song Xuan appeared, he felt something. The two faced each other in the air, and the air around them seemed to freeze.

"I know you!"

Lang Fanyun stared at Song Xuan, "Three years ago, when the Xuanyiwei army began to sweep across Tangzhou, I knew that the imperial court was going to take action against us Grandmasters."

"It's not even a matter of fighting!"

Song Xuan smiled and said, "There are powerful alien invaders in Tianyuan, and the war is tense. I came here today to invite you to enter Tianyuan and help the human race of the Great Zhou."

Lang Fanyun was silent for a moment. "Can you wait for a while? I have an appointment with the magician Pang Ban to fight. Can you wait until after the battle?"

"I don't think it's necessary! After I send you to the Abyss, he'll be next! If you want to compete, why not go to the Abyss and compete with him to see who has killed more powerful aliens!"

Lang Fanyun smiled noncommittally, "I thought it would be the Xuanyi Guards, but I didn't expect it to be just you, sir. You are very confident!"

"Confidence comes naturally from strength!"

Song Xuan smiled faintly, "I know that a swordsman like you is still unconvinced, why don't you try your sword and give it a try!"

"Alright!"

Lang Fanyun didn't say anything. With a clang, the Fu Yu sword at his waist flew out of its sheath. Like a dragon emerging from the sea or a roc spreading its wings, the sword suddenly turned into a ball of cold light. The light suddenly exploded and turned into a rain of light. The sky was filled with sword light and shot out in all directions.

At the same time, Lang Fanyun's figure also disappeared in the cold light in the sky. The countless light rain turned into endless sword rain. The indestructible sword energy shot towards Song Xuan at the speed of thunder and lightning.

Song Xuan looked at the endless rain of swords coming from all directions. This was Lang Fanyun's famous skill, the Fuyu Sword Technique.

In the rain of swords, the opponent will have difficulty breathing, as if a huge rock weighing thousands of pounds is pressing on his heart, and his whole body will feel like being torn and cut by the sword energy all the time. The coldness of the sword edge will weaken the opponent's speed as if it were immersed in ten thousand years of ice.

Not only that, the hypersonic speed of the sword rain shooting from the sky will cause an extremely sharp and piercing whistling sound, which will be annoying and disturb the opponent's mind.

It is better to say that it is a sword rain field than a sword technique, which suppresses the enemy from the inside to the outside in all directions!

Song Xuan stood still, with a layer of true energy shield spread out around his body. The blood and true energy blended and flowed like a volcanic eruption, and the dense sword energy like raindrops hit the shield.

On the Zhenyuan shield, there was a sound of sword energy exploding. Countless sword energies bombarded Song Xuan with him as the center, and the surroundings seemed to be bombarded by thousands of missiles.

The entire island was torn apart, but Song Xuan remained motionless and steady as a mountain, and even made a few comments with interest.

"Unique skills don't mean the wider the coverage, the better."

"This move of yours is suitable for group battles, but it's a little lacking in concentration when fighting one-on-one with an opponent of the same level."

"If your rain of swords could be concentrated on one point, its power would increase many times over!"

Lang Fanyun was convinced, sheathed his sword, and sighed, "No wonder you dared to come here alone, your strength is truly the most I have ever seen in my life!

As for what you said, concentrating the sword rain on one point, it's not that easy!"

Song Xuan smiled without saying a word. He stretched out his index finger and lightly tapped the air. The sword rain that had not yet dissipated suddenly swarmed towards Song Xuan's fingertips like rivers flowing into the sea. In an instant, a wisp of sword energy emitting an extremely cold breath appeared on his fingertips.

With a casual pointing of his finger, the extremely cold sword energy made a hissing sound. With the naked eye, it was visible that the void was like a curtain, and a gray-black gap was torn open.

"It's certainly not easy to do this." Song Xuan waved his hand to disperse the sword energy at his fingertips, and said with a faint smile: "But as a sword cultivator, the strongest attack is piercing. The ultimate piercing is the pursuit of a sword cultivator!"

Lang Fanyun was silent for a moment, then he bowed with his sword in his arms, "Thank you for your guidance, Senior. I am willing to enter the Abyss and, with the sword in my hand, carve out a new world for the human race of the Great Zhou!"

Chapter 525: Temple of War!

The next six months were the happiest days for Song Xuan since he traveled to this world.

To be precise, it is the most proud day when you can do whatever you want without any scruples.

Don’t consider the consequences, don’t care about what others think, just do what you want!

I'm not happy with you, so I'll give you a good beating and then throw you into the abyss.

If he has a good impression of you, he can patiently give you some pointers. With his perfect Grandmaster realm and combined with his deduction of the martial arts spirit, he can explain in just a few words the martial arts principles that many Grandmasters have overlooked or cannot understand, and directly point to the essence of martial arts.

After touring the entire Great Zhou Jiuzhou and sending the great masters from all over the place into the abyss of heaven, Song Xuan finally satisfied his desire to be a senior master and returned to the imperial capital leisurely.

Outside the imperial capital, in an underground magma cave space, Song Xuan met Lu Qingxue's grandfather again.

Last time, it was the other party who summoned him, but this time, it was Song Xuan who took the initiative to visit. The hot magma that once made Song Xuan feel extremely depressed could no longer cause the slightest effect on him.

The old man of the Lu family had half of his body submerged in the magma, his upper body covered in fiery red armor, and his big bald head, which was faintly emitting a red halo, looked extremely dazzling.

"Qingxue has had good taste since she was young. As an old man, I can't help but accept this!"

It has only been a few years since we last met here.

In just a few years, Song Xuan has advanced from a Grandmaster to the realm of a Perfect Grandmaster. Time flies, and Mr. Lu suddenly feels that he is getting old.

"Old man!"

Song Xuan clasped his fists in a salute, then casually sat down on a huge red rock and said, "I came here this time to inquire about the specific situation of Tianyuan."

The old man smiled and said, "Why, now that you've dealt with matters in Kyushu, are you planning to go for a stroll in Tianyuan?"

Song Xuan nodded and said, "If you want to become a martial arts master, you will have to go to Tianyuan sooner or later. Even if you don't go now, it will never hurt to learn more about the situation."

Old Master Lu laughed heartily. "You, little fellow, have always been cautious. I thought your temperament would have changed now that you are a Perfect Grandmaster, but I didn't expect it to remain the same."

Song Xuan remained noncommittal and said, "When it comes to unknown situations, I always prefer to be cautious and plan carefully before taking action."

The old man praised: "Being strong but not arrogant is a good habit that will help you live a long life."

He didn't waste any words and said directly: "The Tianyuan place is very complicated. I don't know much about it. I can only briefly describe the information I know."

“First of all, the moment you enter the Abyss is the most dangerous, as you will randomly appear anywhere in the Abyss.

If you are lucky, you will appear near the large army of my Great Zhou human race. This is the best case scenario.

Of course, if you are unlucky and appear near an evil god who has just awakened, there is nothing you can do and you can only hope to be reborn into a good family in the next life.

Tianyuan is a mysterious area shrouded in gray fog. Even Taizu does not know how big it is. There, you may encounter oceans and land. Those are the fragments of the world left after some worlds were broken.

If your luck is neither too good nor too bad, and you do not appear near the main force of the Great Zhou Dynasty after entering, then hide as soon as possible and observe the surrounding environment.

In Tianyuan, all kinds of life forms may appear.

Killing the enemy is not the primary goal, saving your life is the first priority.

With your strength, as long as you are not too unlucky and encounter some top powerful people in the big world, it will be no problem for you to escape and save your life.

Another point is that the time and space there are relatively chaotic. If you wander in the abyss for a long time, you may occasionally be affected by the ripples of time and space and be inexplicably teleported to a strange world.

This could be an opportunity or a disaster.

Whether it is a disaster or a fate depends entirely on the scale and level of the world you are in. If there is no master who can match you, the whole world will become your back garden, which is naturally a great opportunity.