Fengyunlu

On the Jianyin Sect's ruined mountain shrouded in ancient legends, Bo Liangzi and a dozen of his disciples were all stunned by the sudden change. Xuantian Dharma Image, which should have been a vast and invincible Saint-level magical power, was slowly transforming in a strange way. Its size gradually shrank, but it did not weaken at all. Instead, the condensed momentum became stronger, like an undercurrent in the deep sea, calm on the surface, but with the power to destroy the world. When the Dharma Image shrank to only a dozen feet, it was like a carefully carved black jade statue. Its solidity had far exceeded the peak that the Saint-level could achieve. It was as if Bo Liangzi's operation was really removing impurities from it, making it unprecedentedly pure and powerful.

"Is this wrong?" Bo Liangzi's voice was cold and indifferent, like a gust of cold wind in winter, penetrating the hearts of everyone present. There was no hesitation or wavering in his eyes, only the firmness of his belief. The man who was asked suddenly seemed to be hesitant in his words. Faced with such obvious changes, he could no longer deny the power of control contained in the Dharma image. This was not a simple magical power, but someone awakened it with supreme will and gave it life.

The disciples around looked at each other, their hearts full of doubts and confusion. Some of them began to question their own judgment, and recalled their previous dissuasion of Bo Liangzi, and they couldn't help but feel a little regretful. Zhu Chunhua, who was imprisoned on the side, was even more full of hatred and disappointment. Her eyes seemed to be able to spit fire, staring at Bo Liangzi, as if she wanted to eat him alive. In her eyes, there was both disgust for Bo Liangzi's coldness and ruthlessness, and helplessness and despair for her own ill-fated fate.

Just as everyone was immersed in complex emotions, a dull and lazy voice suddenly sounded, interrupting all thoughts like thunder. It was the voice of an old man, who slowly appeared in a plain blue-gray robe with an ordinary face, but with an extraordinary temperament. His appearance instantly relaxed the tense atmosphere, as if even the celestial elephant felt his pressure and stopped involuntarily.

"Uncle Master, no..." Bo Liangzi was about to open his mouth to refute, but he saw that the magic image formed by the giant sword had begun to disintegrate, revealing the black magic image inside. This magic image was like a giant, but it had three heads and six hands, each holding a strange magic weapon, exuding a frightening aura. Its eyes were closed, but as the old man's words fell, the eyes suddenly opened, and two rays of light shot out, heading straight for the old man.

The sky and the earth were changing, and endless black clouds gathered from all directions, covering the remnant mountain in darkness. The strong black wind was like a sharp blade, cutting every inch of space, bringing endless murderous intent and oppression. The aura exuded by the Heavenly Magic Elephant had already surpassed the scope of the Saint level, and might even have reached the legendary Hunyuan realm. Such a change shocked and frightened everyone present, and they couldn't help but take a few steps back until the appearance of the old man made them feel a little relieved.

"Alas, young man, why do you have to do this? Let go of your obsession. I can still save you." The old man's words were gentle and full of compassion, but his eyes revealed an unquestionable firmness. He looked at the Heavenly Magic Elephant, as if he was talking to an old friend: "I don't know where the demon came from, this young man summoned you because of a momentary grudge, but this place is the Xuanmen, Jianyinmen's broken mountain, you have to think carefully, can you bear to break the agreement."

The old man's words obviously touched the heart of the Heavenly Magic Elephant. It stopped and its momentum was restrained, but its eyes were still fixed on the old man. It seemed to be thinking about some important decision, and seemed to be weighing the pros and cons. After a long silence, the Heavenly Magic Elephant finally spoke: "He has the token, so it doesn't count as breaking the agreement."

This sentence was like a stone thrown into a calm lake, causing ripples. Everyone present was stunned. They did not expect that this seemingly simple explanation would become the reason for the Heavenly Magic Elephant to stop. They began to re-examine the situation and think about the various possibilities and consequences.

Bo Liangzi retreated to the side unwillingly. His eyes were full of anger and confusion. He didn't understand why the old man would let go of this seemingly powerful enemy so easily. But he didn't dare to refute easily. After all, the old man's strength and majesty were unquestionable to him.

This sudden change made everyone fall into deep thought. They began to reflect on their own behavior and beliefs, thinking about how to find their own foothold in this complex world. The old man stood there quietly as if everything was under his control. His eyes were deep and wise, as if he could see through all the falsehood and reality.

Under the vast sky, the old man's words were like ice, penetrating every inch of the air and echoing in every corner of Canshan. "Well, since you are stubborn, I will no longer be modest and take this Dharma body that carries three thousand years of cultivation." The old man spoke without hesitation. Before he finished speaking, he moved, like a blue lightning streaking through the sky, and the surrounding residual wind seemed to be attracted by his momentum, sweeping around madly.

As the old man moved, an unprecedentedly powerful wave of air surged out of his body, like a raging river and sea, shrouding the entire world in turmoil. Under the impact of this force, the boundless black clouds that originally covered the broken mountain dissipated instantly, and the black wind that was so strong that it was almost suffocating also disappeared in an instant, as if it had never existed.

The old man soared into the air, and the aura of a Saint-level strongman was fully displayed at this moment. The spiritual power between heaven and earth seemed to have been summoned by something, and gathered towards him, forming a shocking mysterious image. The height of the image could not be measured by ordinary feet. The old man seemed to have turned into a giant between heaven and earth, with an upright posture and majestic aura.

His big hand stretched out from the clouds and easily caught the once arrogant demon elephant in his hand. Under the giant hands, the demon elephant's struggle seemed so weak, and the previous arrogance had long disappeared, replaced by surprise and fear. However, the old man's actions did not stop. He waved his other hand again, dragging an ancient furnace in front of everyone.

There was no blazing fire in the furnace, but countless sword energies were surging in it, flashing coldly like flames. These sword energies gathered into powerful sword intentions, swinging left and right as if they could cut through space. The old man had no expression on his face, threw the demon elephant into the furnace, then quickly closed the furnace lid and asked coldly: "I'll ask again, are you going to leave or stay?"

The demon elephant did not answer, but quickly turned the magic weapon in its hand, trying to find a chance to escape. However, its struggle was in vain. Six magic weapons smashed into one part of the furnace cover at the same time, but it only made a dull loud sound, like a huge drum being hit hard, which made everyone present have some tinnitus. The sound seemed to contain some kind of magic power, which made people want to fall asleep.

Bo Liangzi and others who were at the Heavenly Rank could naturally resist this influence, but Zhu Chunhua was not like that. His cultivation was still shallow, only at the Phoenix Beginning Stage, and he had no one to help him. As soon as he was exposed to the sound wave, he closed his eyes and fell to the ground, falling into a deep sleep. When he woke up again, the old man's image had been put away, and everything seemed to have returned to calm. He hurried forward to check on his elder brother, but found that his elder brother was already weak and dying.

"Big brother..." Zhu Chunhua called out his big brother's name softly, his eyes full of reluctance and grief. A glimmer of light flashed in his big brother's eyes, as if he wanted to say something, but his voice was so weak that it was almost inaudible. He said half a sentence intermittently: "Old... Second... Master... Master said... said..." Then he completely lost consciousness, his eyes slowly blurred, and his breath gradually faded away.

Zhu Chunhua didn't say anything and didn't look at anyone. He just gently picked up his elder brother with a look of determination and resoluteness in his eyes. He seemed to have returned to that morning after the rainstorm. He didn't have a single complaint in his heart and didn't make any extra movements. He just turned around and walked down the broken mountain step by step.

Time flies, and many years have passed in the blink of an eye. Bo Liangzi has become the head of the Sword Hidden Sect, but whenever he recalls that scene, his heart is always filled with self-blame and guilt. He knows that he made an irreparable mistake, but everything has already happened and he can only face it helplessly. However, that knot that is difficult to untie always entangles his heart. Even though he has become the Emperor, even though he has stood at the pinnacle of the sword, his inner demons are still unable to be dispelled and he cannot go any further.

Until one day, the arrival of a young man broke all the peace. He claimed to be a disciple of Quanxin Sect. The sect was destroyed and he was homeless. He came to Jianyin Sect under the guidance of a master and asked to see the head of the sect, Bo Liangzi. He took out a black jade token as a token and gave it to the disciple on duty, claiming that the head of the sect would make an exception and summon him once he saw him. The disciple on duty did not dare to neglect and quickly reported to Bo Liangzi. After learning about it, he followed the order and led the young man to Jianya to meet him.

Bo Liangzi sat cross-legged on the Remaining Mountain, with two sharp swords quietly inserted into the ground in front of him. They were the magic weapons that Zhu Chunguang and Zhu Chunhua had found when they became apprentices. After so many years, the two swords still lay quietly on the Remaining Mountain without anyone paying attention to them. When the young man came to Bo Liangzi, he was not timid at all, nor did he say anything. He only looked at Bo Liangzi quietly with a neither humble nor arrogant look.

"Are you his descendant?" Bo Liangzi asked softly, with a hint of guilt and expectation in his eyes. The young man did not answer but took a step forward and looked at Bo Liangzi as usual without any fluctuation in his eyes. Bo Liangzi frowned and speculated in his heart: "After so many years, I don't know how he became."

The young man took another step forward and reached out to pull out a sharp sword from the ground. He stroked the sword with his hand, his eyes showing a trace of vicissitudes and nostalgia, as if the sword carried all his memories and emotions. Bo Liangzi seemed to understand something when he saw this. He nodded and opened the wooden box that was previously sent by the on-duty disciple and took out a black token from it - the Heavenly Demon Token!

The Heavenly Demon Order is a token of the Demon Mountain Patriarch of the Ten Thousand Demon Abyss. It is said that a great war took place in the Ten Thousand Demon Abyss more than a decade ago. The Demon Mountain Patriarch disappeared and most of his disciples were killed or wounded. The Hidden Sword Sect led the righteous path and smashed the arrogance of the Demon Sect in one fell swoop. The entire evil path was severely damaged and could not compete with the righteous path for a while.

"You are finally here." Bo Liangzi held the Heavenly Demon Order in one hand and said softly, "If you want revenge, then do it." His tone was full of expectation and relief, as if he was ready to face everything. However, the young man shook his head and said lightly, "I can't beat you." After that, he put the sword back into the bag and turned to leave.

Bo Liangzi looked at the young man's back with mixed feelings. He knew that the young man was not here for revenge but to find an answer and a way out. He seemed to see himself in those days, confused and helpless. So he shouted, "Wait! What's your name?" The young man stopped and looked back at Bo Liangzi and said calmly, "I am Zhu Chunhua." Then he turned around and left, disappearing at the end of the ruined mountain.

On the top of the ruined mountain, Bo Liangzi stared at the departing figure of Zhu Minghua (actually Zhu Chunhua who returned under an alias) with mixed feelings. He knew very well that the appearance of this young man was not a coincidence, but a carefully planned part of the wheel of fate. The figure not only showed the accumulation of years, but also the deep memory and unyielding struggle of past grievances. Bo Liangzi seemed to have traveled through the fog of time and space and saw a new starting point, an opportunity for him to break free from the shackles of his inner demons and return to the peak of kendo.

He took a deep breath, slowly put away the Heavenly Demon Order and the two cold swords in his hands, and cast his eyes firmly into the depths of the Remnant Mountain. There was both his starting point and the end point of his quest for a breakthrough. He took a step forward resolutely, and every step was a farewell to the past and an expectation for the future.

Zhu Chunhua, the name that once left with hatred, now returns as Zhu Minghua, with unfathomable cultivation, even a swordsman like Bo Liangzi can hardly see his full picture. He transformed into his former appearance, returned to Canshan, and met Bo Liangzi, his former enemy again. The air was filled with an indescribable tension and complex emotions, as if even the wind had stopped.

"But you still came." Bo Liangzi spoke again, with a barely perceptible tremor in his voice. He casually threw the Heavenly Demon Token to Zhu Chunhua, a move that was both a test and a reconciliation in a sense. Zhu Chunhua caught the token lightly, his eyes swept across the place where his elder brother Xuantian Faxiang used to be, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "I can't help it. Maybe the path of cultivation is long and lonely. I always want to come here."