A Long Grind to Daoist Monarch

Chapter 409 - 248: Between Life and Death, Sword Monarch’s Twelve Grievances (Part 2)

The contemporaries of Erzhu Long, such as Yu Wen Hong Yang, Yuan Yingxiong, and Dugu Tower... have almost all died of old age.

Only this old ghost is still clinging to life, thinking of using the Profound Mysterious Divine Soldiers to live another life."

Chen Xing continued:

"Among the Profound Mysterious Divine Soldiers in this era, there are no more than six in total. The Observatory Tower and the Five Directions Emperor Palace, the two Taoist Sects, each hold one. The Nine Prisons Mountain and the Great Sun Prefecture, the two Upper Sects, each hold one.

The remaining two, ’Qiankun Gourd’ and ’Human Emperor’s Brush’, are both in the hands of the Dragon Court.

The Supreme Emperor merged with the ’Qiankun Gourd’, barely surviving beyond the four-century mark.

Erzhu Long plans to follow suit and can only set his sights on the rumored Seventh Profound Mysterious Divine Soldier.

Old Chen, you can afford to wait, but he cannot."

Chen Yin sighed deeply and, observing the overall situation, he had to admit that Chen Xing’s deductions were very accurate, most likely not mistaken.

There is no shortage of Divine Power Giants eyeing the Fallen Immortal Mansion, more than can be counted on two hands, with the most anxious among them being Erzhu Long, enfeoffed to the Celestial Water Prefecture.

All these years, his adoptive son, Zhao Pijiang, has been pressing step by step, almost making it clear that he intends to ascend by stepping over Meridian Sword Sect’s head.

It’s probably also a hidden order from the Duke, with the purpose of forcing Yan Xin to break seclusion.

In order to obtain more clues about the Fallen Immortal Mansion.

"Chen Xing, I hope your plan succeeds.

However, the title ’Little Daoist’ is quite significant; your disciple and grandchild may not be able to bear it."

Chen Yin finally nodded in agreement, consenting to join forces with Chen Xing.

"Although Kou Qiuyue’s aptitude is extremely unique, with your and my assistance, Ah Qi... should not fare much worse?"

Chen Xing was not entirely confident, certain that Bai Qi would realize the terrifying Sword Qi attached to him like a clingy parasite.

He closed his eyes slightly, generously allowing Chen Yin to take over his physical form, using the Ghost Immortal Divine Soul of the White Sun Sect Leader to successfully guide his disciple to that ’Inner Scenic Land’.

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"Heaven’s favored child, a peerless talent! That is indeed me, Bai Qilang!"

Bai Qi grasped the Iron Order, his lips curling upwards constantly. The embryonic form of his Divine Soul throbbed intensely, eager to break through his brow and leap out of his body.

The opportunity and encounters of his master, Ninghai Zen, have now also fallen upon his own head!

"I wonder what this Inner Scenic Land is like."

Bai Qi steadied his mind, not rashly advancing. He took a deep breath and returned indoors.

To avoid the suffering of his Divine Soul being scorched by the blazing sun and battered by harsh winds.

If the form dissipates, and the cultivation level is damaged, it would be a significant loss.

"Since Master has already instructed, there shouldn’t be any further mishaps."

Bai Qi tightly closed the doors and windows, blocking out the light from outside, then sat down, assuming the meditation posture with palms facing the sky.

Beginning to eliminate distracting thoughts, entering deep meditation.

With each inhale and exhale, a smooth rhythm of ingesting Yin and expelling Yang.

Growing increasingly stronger, the Divine Soul embryo, almost like a newborn, suddenly moved, guided into an open portal of the mysterious void.

"The book records that Inner Scenic Land is varied and bizarre, some places for enlightenment, like the woodcutter observing people play Go, chopping axe handles to exhaustion; others places of serendipity, such as entering a temple and receiving dough in the shape of ox, tiger, bear to eat, enhancing Divine Power greatly..."

Bai Qi mused within, full of anticipation, wondering what he might encounter this time?

"There are even the remains of Cave Mansions left by the side paths before the Dao’s fall, nurturing various Celestial Demon Children, filled with unparalleled beauty, and enchanting spring scenes, specially designed to test the Dao Mind.

Someone like me, with a steadfast Dao Heart, is most suited for... damn!"

As Bai Qi’s Divine Soul embryo crossed the invisible portal, stepping into the Inner Scenic Land, he immediately felt all thoughts freeze and solidify, as if falling into an ice abyss, unable to move.

Everywhere he looked was endless heavy snowfall.

Strands of cold air enveloped his body, as if pierced by countless sword lights!

Next, Bai Qi’s Divine Soul was greatly shaken, without any reaction, it suddenly shattered!

As if a porcelain vessel was smashed to the ground with force, utterly shattered!

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"Ah! Old Chen, isn’t this a bit too harsh?"

Observing this scene, Chen Xing couldn’t help but feel a bit heartbroken.

This kind of terrifying Sword Qi that annihilates spirit and flesh and splits heaven and earth, even he found it tormenting.

How could his own disciple endure it!

"Only by engraving it into his memory deeply can he truly empathize. Without this, how could he comprehend the profoundness of this Sword Qi... Even if he dies thousands or tens of thousands of times, and understands even half of the essence, it would show your student has extraordinary talent and profound fortune."

Chen Yin waved his sleeve, gathering Bai Qi’s exploded Divine Soul embryo back into form.

"Of course, if you find it unbearable, our Sect Leader can stop here."

Chen Xing covered his eyes with his hand:

"It’s fine, not looking is enough.

"Let Ah Qi suffer, I’ll bear the guilt."

Chen Yin’s mouth twitched, continuing to extract the inch-by-inch blood and flesh rooted in Chen Xing’s body, like a bone-attached cold sword qi, injecting it into the originally Four Reversals Demon Sect’s now abandoned Inner Scenic Land.

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"Numbness... What kind of ghostly fortune is this!"

Bai Qi’s shattered and crumbling Divine Soul Embryo seemed to receive threads of spiritual nourishment.

Instantly it gathered like mud with water.

Without understanding the situation, overwhelming, heavy snow fell again.

In a moment.

The whole person died and lived, lived and died, a total of seventeen times!

If Bai Qi hadn’t previously entered the Ancestor Hall of Tongwen Hall, if he hadn’t had rich experience of being beaten.

By now his mind would have long been in chaos, completely unaware.

This Inner Scenic Land, every inch filled with sword qi, even breathing, moving, every gesture is subject to the sword qi’s torment...

When Bai Qi had died fifty-eight times, he finally saw the surroundings clearly, the heavy snow like goose feathers was actually substantial sword qi.

They undulate with spirit, even a tiny thread like an ox’s hair is enough to extinguish life force, slaughter spirit and flesh.

"Terrifying... indeed!"

Facing the pervasive cold sword qi, Bai Qi naturally felt a sense of impotent struggle, an unstoppable despair, accompanied by soul-piercing pain, together tormenting him.

Like residing in boundless purgatory, unable to transcend!

In his vast ocean mind, fierce flood dragons wreaked havoc, stirred up storms.

"The body is Sumeru, the evil heart is seawater, the troubles are waves, the poison is the evil dragon, the illusion is ghosts and gods..."

Bai Qi’s divine soul vibrated, silently reciting the "Flood Dragon Suppresses Yellow Springs Sutra," erasing the deep-seated pain, instead stabilizing his wavering mind.

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"One hundred and twenty-seven times, and finally shook off the impending death intent of killing."

Chen Yin continuously waved his sleeve, capturing the abundant spiritual power of the Ten Thousand Dragon Nest, pouring it onto Bai Qi’s Divine Soul Embryo, torn apart by sword qi.

The White Sun Sect Leader was quite astonished, life and death before him, naturally arose great fear, great horror, this is human nature.

Emperors and generals, heroes and villains, who can truly not fear death?

Even a peerless prodigy cannot withstand time like a knife, cutting down its path.

Thus the Dao Skill Fourth Realm, stepping into the Divine Power Secret Realm.

Is the "breaking of the life and death barrier."

Seeing through the cycle, when yin reaches its extreme, yang is born, only then can one become a "Ghost Immortal."

"I have long said, Ah Qi’s enlightenment is even more unreasonable than that of my rebellious disciple."

Chen Xing gazed far at the Inner Scenic Land, where Bai Qi continuously lingered between life and death.

"How many more times do you think Ah Qi needs to die to grasp the change of sword qi?"

Chen Yin contemplated seriously:

"Should be within five hundred times."

Chen Xing, however, confidently said:

"Three hundred times, that is enough!"

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"The sword qi varies greatly, sometimes large and small, thick and thin, hidden and visible, bright and extinct, truly ever-changing, exhausting all possibilities.

Since it cannot be resisted, then it can only be endured silently!"

Bai Qi steadied the broken and reassembled Divine Soul Embryo, operating the "Flood Dragon Suppresses Yellow Springs Sutra."

In the vast ocean mind, the Sumeru Spirit Mountain suppressed everything.

Until he died two hundred and fifty-three times, he gradually discovered that every thought in him seemed to accommodate strands of cold sword qi.

"Sword Qi is the transformation of life and death, the sound of slaughter..."

Bai Qi comprehended this phrase as if someone whispered softly by his ear.

The Nameless Ink Talisman flickered, displaying lines of writing—

[You are killed by sword qi, greatly enhancing your sword dao comprehension...]

[You are killed by sword qi, your sword dao comprehension deepens...]

[You are killed by sword qi, finally extracting extraordinary essence from hundreds of births and deaths]

[Can condense Divine Seed]

[Sword Monarch Twelve Hatreds]