Saint Emperor Devourer of Heaven

Eternal Divine Hall, Red Dust Illusion.

Jun Wuxie, who has lost his past memories, is experiencing the joys and sorrows, the ups and downs of life here.

The time in this world has no connection with the outside world.

Here, he grows from a teenager to a middle-aged man, with his own family, experiencing the great sorrow and joy of life; tasting the bitterness and sweetness of the world, the warmth and coldness of human relationships.

In a hurry, decades pass in the blink of an eye.

He enters old age, and then his twilight years, watching his white-haired wife leave in the passage of time.

He personally buried her.

Loneliness, all alone.

He experienced this most unbearable taste in the world.

The world is vast, and as far as the eye can see, it is difficult to see familiar faces.

He felt that his limit was approaching, and he no longer went out.

Every day, he sat in the courtyard, watching the mountains and rivers in front of his house, recalling his life experiences.

Being in the red dust, it is difficult to escape the red dust tribulation.

The ultimate belonging is nothing but dust to dust, earth to earth.

This is the destiny of the red dust.

But is it really destiny?

He suddenly questioned the idea of destiny.

Being in the red dust, is it destined that one cannot break free from the red dust destiny, and cannot transcend the red dust?

“What ages in the red dust, is it the heart, or the body? What ultimately dies is the body, not the soul. The heart can be eternal, but the body cannot be eternal…”

He murmured softly, his voice old and hoarse, full of vicissitudes, his eyes were very turbid, so much so that his vision was a little blurry.

“If the physical body can resist the erosion of the years in the red dust, even with a heart full of red dust intentions, it cannot sever this mortal body…”

Gradually, his eyes were no longer turbid, they had light, and the wrinkles on his face were disappearing rapidly, and his white hair turned into black silk.

“Being in the red dust, with the intention of the red dust in the heart, not stained with the atmosphere of the red dust, vowing to cultivate a mortal body…”

With a bang.

He only felt a roar in his brain, and tidal memories poured into his mind.

In an instant, he stood there in a daze!

“I am… Jun Wuxie… This is… the Red Dust Illusion?”

He looked down at his hands, no longer thin, but very young, these were a pair of young hands!

“Red Dust Sword Art… Sword of the Mortal Realm! The red dust intention in the heart is the sword intent, the body is the sword of the mortal realm, bearing the rolling red dust, the three thousand worlds, but also transcending above, looking down on the mortal realm…”

He stood up abruptly.

With a clang.

His body burst out with the sound of a war sword.

In an instant, the rolling red dust aura erupted, sweeping in all directions.

A sword aura wrapped in the rolling red dust intention rushed out from his body.

The sword aura was bright and intense, like a river of red dust galloping, and like the will of the entire mortal world condensed, about to unleash the strongest blow in the mortal realm!

With a bang.

The whole world collapsed.

The world in front of him instantly vanished, and all the scenes disappeared.

What appeared in front of him were the Tomb of Soldiers, the Sword Monument, and the Town Universe Tower!

“Unexpectedly… you not only comprehended the Red Dust Intention, but also initially cultivated the Sword of the Mortal Realm!”

There was undisguised admiration in the mysterious woman's voice.

“Thank you, senior, for teaching the sword art!” Jun Wuxie cupped his fists and saluted, saying: “I feel that the power of this Red Dust Sword Art seems to be stronger than the Seven Killing Fist!”

“The Seven Killing Fist belongs to a growing martial skill, and its highest achievable peak is not weaker than the Red Dust Sword Art. And this Red Dust Sword Art itself is of extremely high grade, and has already broken away from the category of martial skills, but belongs to the secret art of supernatural powers, and your realm is originally unable to cultivate it. It's just that the Red Dust Sword Art happens to require being in the red dust to step into the threshold of cultivation.”

“So that's how it is…” Jun Wuxie was grateful that it was the Red Dust Sword Art, otherwise he would not be able to cultivate it. Thinking of what the mysterious woman had just said, he couldn't help but ask: “Senior, what is the secret art of supernatural powers?”

“This is not something you should understand now, you will understand when you become transcendent and holy in the future.”

Jun Wuxie nodded and immediately sat down cross-legged.

Having initially comprehended the Red Dust Intention and cultivated the Sword of the Mortal Realm, it still needs to be consolidated.

…

In the forest behind Zongwang Mountain, Jiu Ye has been guarding Jun Wuxie.

Now, he couldn't help but feel a little anxious.

It was now noon, and the life-and-death duel at the foot of Zongwang Mountain was about to begin, but Jun Wuxie was still in meditation.

“Uncle Jiu, how is it, does he still show no sign of waking up?”

Uncle Niao also came, the duel was about to begin, but the most promising person in their Zongwang Academy had not arrived yet.

“Mu Qianshan, where is your disciple Jun Wuxie?” He Jianyun's voice came from the foot of Zongwang Mountain, resounding throughout Zongwang Mountain, shaking the birds into flight.

“A piece of trash that my Dahe Sword Sect doesn't want, you insist on picking up as a treasure. Yesterday, you made wild claims and agreed to a life-and-death duel today, but now you are cowering and dare not show your face?”

He Jianyun's words were very harsh, without the demeanor of the sect master of the number one sect in Da Zhou.

Those who knew the grievances between the two sects were not surprised.

If He Jianyun and Mu Qianshan could still maintain their demeanor when they met, that would be strange.

“Qianshan, go ahead.”

Jiu Ye waved his hand, indicating that he was here.

Uncle Niao sighed and left with a heavy heart.

…

At the foot of Zongwang Mountain, there is a low mountain peak, but now it has been cut off from the mountainside and turned into a life-and-death stage.

Around the life-and-death stage, on those continuous small mountain ranges, the endless crowd was dense and countless.

These are all people from the capital who came to watch the excitement, including ordinary people, casual cultivators, businessmen doing business, high-level members or disciples of various large and small families, and court officials, etc.

“Hahaha, Jun Wuxie really doesn't dare to come?” Sima Yuan stood in front of the Dahe Sword Sect crowd and immediately sneered: “It is said that each generation of disciples of Zongwang Academy is very stupid, but that's not the case. This generation has produced a smart person, but he is also a coward!”

“Senior Mu, I think your Zongwang Academy might as well admit defeat.” Chu Yixuan pointed to Xu Daoling and Kongxu, and said: “Let them come up and cut off their heads in public, and let us make them into human head lanterns. Today's matter will be over, what do you think?”

“Fuck your mother's fart!”

Little Monk Kongxu was so angry that he spat out fragrance.

Everyone was stunned. This seemingly gentle monk actually cursed?

Seeing everyone looking at him in surprise.

Kongxu didn't feel embarrassed at all. He wasn't actually a monk in the first place.

It was just that he was discovered by people of Buddhism and Taoism because he possessed the Vajra Body bloodline, and he was forced to be a monk for two years. He refused to take vows and repeatedly violated the precepts, which is why he was expelled from Buddhism.

“Unexpectedly, when Jun Wuxie was assessed at the Dahe Sword Sect that day, he was not afraid of anything, but today he is cowardly and doesn't dare to show up. Isn't he afraid of being laughed at!”

Someone on the surrounding mountains began to discuss.

“It's really rare. Didn't he dare to challenge the elite elders of the Dahe Sword Sect that day? Why doesn't he dare to show up today? Is it because he knew that the Seventh Princess would come out to help him at that time, and he had a woman to rely on. But today, the Seventh Princess doesn't seem to be here.”

“I heard that Jun Wuxie is not the first time hiding behind a woman. In Qingyang City, the Seventh Princess stood up for him. In Juxian Village, it was still the Seventh Princess. He is still the Seventh Princess in the Dahe Sword Sect. Such a person is actually useless without a woman, haha!”

I don't know who loudly ridiculed in the crowd.

“That's not true, my brother is very powerful, not like what you said!” Xiaoyueyao was with Su Lan and Qin Keqing. Hearing someone slander her brother, she immediately angrily retorted: “You… you are just jealous that my brother has so many beautiful sisters around him, and you don't!”

“Little girl, what do you know?”

The speaker seemed to be poked in the heart and became a little angry.

“Time is up.” He Jianyun looked at the sun in the sky and said to Uncle Niao: “Mu Qianshan, it's time to send your people on their way. Who will be the first to go?”

Chu Yixuan jumped onto the life-and-death stage, looked down at Xu Daoling and Kongxu, and said: “I really didn't take you two small characters seriously. Yesterday, we agreed to a life-and-death duel, which was originally three against three, but now you are one person short. That's fine, you two can come together, without my two senior brothers taking action, I alone can kill you under my sword!”

“You surnamed Chu, what are you arrogant about!”

Xu Daoling rushed onto the life-and-death stage, offering a pair of crescent-shaped curved blades, floating on both sides of his body.

“I will cut off your head within two moves!”

Chu Yixuan's black hair fluttered, he offered his spiritual sword, pointed at Xu Daoling from afar, shook his wrist, and stabbed forward.

The seemingly simple blow actually contained many changes and terrifying sword intent.

“The great river flows eastward!”

The sword energy turned into a turbulent river, rushing forward, with the momentum of a rainbow, bursting out with the sound of waves.