The Path Toward Heaven

The vast mountains appear in the sky, and there is also the straight road that can be clearly seen from a high altitude.

The practitioners watched Qin Huang ascend the high stone steps to the small temple on the top of the mountain, and saw the man in white clothes like a fairy.

There was a sound of gasping for air outside Echo Valley, and people couldn't believe their eyes at all.

Jing Jiu has been hiding in Buzhou Mountain where the envoy lives!

No wonder even Qingtian Jianling couldn't find him, but the rules allow him to do so?

What happened next shocked people again.

Dozens of strong men from the Qin Kingdom who followed Qin Huang up the mountain were all cut to pieces, Qin Huang was seriously injured, and it seemed that Jing Jiu hadn't pulled out his sword.

There are many real practitioners outside the Echo Valley with extraordinary eyesight, so they can naturally tell that Jing Jiu has already drawn his sword, but the speed is too fast and his movements are mysterious and unpredictable. But they didn't know what kind of sword technique Jing Jiu was using, and they were amazed, thinking that Qingshan's swordsman genius was so amazing even in the illusion.

Then the envoy appeared and took out the piece of paper.

That's decades to ask.

From the time when the aspirants first entered the illusion, during which the wind and rain were turbulent, with white clouds and dogs, blue sea and blue sky, until Emperor Qin granted Zen and was seriously injured by Jing Jiu in the temple.

Twenty-six names were written at the bottom of the piece of paper. They were the twenty-six aspirants who had entered the illusion. They were ranked according to the length of time they stayed in the illusion and the achievements they made. At the top of the list are several familiar names, Tong Yan is fifth, Bai Zao is fourth, Xi Yiyun is third, He Zhan is second, and Bai Qianjun naturally ranks first.

Practitioners outside Echo Valley talked a lot, especially for He Zhan. If he hadn't suddenly given up his great foundation and resolutely gone overseas, with his ability and strategy shown in the illusion, he should be able to compete with Bai Qianjun.

Somewhat interestingly, the bottom one on the list was not the first aspirant to leave the illusion, but the casual cultivator named Jiang Rui.

Thinking of the ugliness of the casual cultivator in the illusion and the final dismal ending, the practitioners are very shameless.

Qingshan disciple Yao Songshan raised his eyebrows and asked, Where is this person?

Someone replied: It seems that he has already left, probably because he is afraid that He Zhan will come out and mess with him.

Under the big tree, the girl from Shuiyue Temple listened to these discussions, looked at Sese, and asked in a low voice, Are you really going to keep him locked up?

Thurse said, I don't understand what you're saying.

Things can be done, but admitting is absolutely unacceptable.

The second-to-last on the list is the Kunlun disciple.

The names of Jing Jiu and Zhuo Rusui appeared in the very inconspicuous middle section.

This surprised many people, and the Qingshan disciples raised their eyebrows slightly.

In their thinking, Senior Brother Zhuo killed the most aspirants, and Junior Senior Uncle was even better, so why is he ranked here?

In normal times, Qingshan Sect would definitely not agree, but there are more important matters waiting to be resolved at this time.

The envoy made it very clear that only Bai Qianjun could get the celestial talisman, so what should Jing Jiu do, really agree to Qin Huang's conditions?

Countless eyes fell on the sky, staring at Jing Jiu in the temple, guessing how he would choose.

People thought that Jing Jiu would agree to Qin Huang's conditions, even Fang Jingtian and Nan Wang, the two big figures in Qingshan, held the same opinion.

If Bai Qianjun died under Jing Jiu's sword, there would be no winner in this Dao Dao Conference, and the celestial script would still stay in Yunmeng Mountain, and there would be no loss for the Zhongzhou faction.

Considering the interests of Qingshan Sect, Jing Jiu should also agree to him.

Bai Qianjun was so tough because he had calculated this point accurately.

Suddenly there was another exclamation from outside the Echo Valley, because they watched Jing Jiu raise the sword and walk in front of the envoy, and then heard the conversation.

Tong Yan and Bai Zao came to the Qingtian Mirror, and Xi Yiyun and the rest of the aspirants also came here.

They looked at Jing Jiu and Bai Qianjun who were sleeping with their eyes closed, waiting for the final result.

The glazed bell suddenly let out an extremely crisp sound.

Jing Jiu stood up!

Everyone was surprised and wondered if the things in the illusion were over.

But Jing Jiu's eyes didn't open, and his breath didn't change in any way, obviously he didn't intend to wake up.

How is this going? His soul is in the illusion, why can his real body move?

Could it be that he actually connects the real and the unreal?

Looking at this scene, including Bai Zao and Tong Yan, everyone was so shocked that they couldn't speak, they felt so incredible.

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The premise of a threat is that you have the ability to harm or even destroy the other party.

Everyone thought it was ridiculous, just like Emperor Qin.

The envoy is the embodiment of Qingtian Jian's rules, so how does Jing Jiu harm or even destroy the other party?

Rules are the laws by which the world operates.

The voice of the envoy was still so calm.

Those laws that must be followed cannot be changed, let alone erased.

For example, the tree will turn green in spring, turn red in autumn, and then fall, turning into sapropel.

For example, a small stream will flow down, meet a cliff, form a waterfall, and merge into a pool of water.

Like ice in water.

For example, green is blue.

The envoy continued: My ability is the upper limit of this world, and this is also the rule.

Jing Jiu said: Mr. Mo touched the upper limit back then, so he encountered thunder calamity.

That's right, he knew he couldn't get past it, so he chose to give up.

The envoy said: In this world, no power can surpass me, because I am the line itself.

Jing Jiu said, So you don't know anything about the world above that line.

What the hell is going on with you crazy?

Qin Huang couldn't listen anymore, he gasped and said: If he can be defeated, why do we people fight so hard for the qualification to win the championship!

Jing Jiu said, I didn't snatch it.

Qin Huang was stunned, thinking about these years, his face suddenly turned pale, and he felt so unreasonable.

So you've been crazy from the very beginning... you crazy!

Practitioners who came to the Illusory Realm of Qingtianjian have practiced diligently and worked hard since they were young, and they would not waste any time.

Because they want to gain a higher position and power, and eventually become the real co-lords of the world, in order to obtain the approval of the angels.

Jing Jiu was born as the prince of Chu, and he became emperor very smoothly. Logically speaking, his starting position is higher than other aspirants, but...

He really didn't do anything!

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Mr. Mo was short of the sky back then, and he was short of me. I was almost at the same level as the sky. After decades, I want to know whether the sky is higher or I am higher.

After Jing Jiu finished speaking, he swung his sword and slashed at the envoy.

The envoy didn't move, and his expression didn't change in any way.

The thin wooden sword vibrates at an unimaginable speed and makes a buzzing sound, enough to cut through the most solid things in the world.

However, it couldn't cut through the smoke from the bronze tripod.

The wooden sword crumbled in the smoke and turned into countless powders, which drifted away with the wind like green smoke.

In the green smoke, the envoy looked at Jing Jiu quietly, without pity or sympathy.

No matter how powerful the swordsmanship is, it is meaningless in front of the rules.

Still calm, Jing Jiu let go of the remaining sword hilt in his hand, took a step forward, and was about to walk into the green smoke.

The expression of the envoy finally changed, and an unimaginable emotion suddenly appeared in those ruthless and ignorant eyes.

Scrub, scrub, countless sharp sword cries resounded in the temple, and then quickly spread to the entire Buzhou Mountain, falling in everyone's ears.

There was a loud bang!

The small temple turned into countless debris and scattered out.

Qin Huang was covered in blood, and fell to the ground miserably, unconscious, not knowing whether he was alive or dead.

The sun was shining on the peak, and Jing Jiu and the envoy were no longer there.

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The waterfall in the mountain suddenly reversed, and the stream swelled suddenly.

The red leaves all over the mountain suddenly turned green.

The ice in the extremely cold place suddenly became hot, and countless clouds and mist evaporated.

There was a strong wind at sea, but the sea was as calm as a mirror.

Countless clouds and mist gathered over Buzhou Mountain, turning into thick clouds like lead, covering the sun.

A straight sword light suddenly appeared in the dark sky.

Countless thunders fell, releasing terrifying power.

Lightning illuminated the sky and then disappeared suddenly.

The sword light still went upwards.

Around Jianguang, countless figures appeared vaguely, but they were all one person.

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In the world of Qingtianjian, countless visions appeared.

The movements in Buzhou Mountain attracted countless attentions.

In a palace in Hejian County, the middle-aged prince looked at the flying sand and rocks in the sky, his face was pale and he was terrified.

Somewhere in the south of the mountains, the old Mr. Zhang looked at the wild flowers that suddenly appeared in late autumn, and then at the sword light in the sky far away. He suddenly came up with some kind of guess. He knelt down on the ground tremblingly, knocked his head three times, then raised his arms, and shouted in an old voice: Your Majesty is mighty! Kill them!

In the depths of the sea, all the fleets sailed back to the island dock in an emergency. He Zhan stayed on the sea alone, feeling the subtle changes in the laws of heaven, and bowed his head in silence.

The blue bird was still on the branch, looking at the cloud of thunder and lightning and the sword light that refused to turn back, it was very worried, whether Jing Jiu would be able to succeed, and... all of them were watched, and I don't know how many troubles there will be in the future.

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I don't know how long it has been.

It seems very long.

It's actually very short.

The sky suddenly cleared up, a piece of blue, just like the sea in the distance.

The thunder and lightning were gone, and the sword light also disappeared without a trace.

The small temple has been turned into ruins, and the bronze tripod remains in place quietly, emitting green smoke.

In the green smoke, the figure of the envoy gradually appeared, much lighter than before.

Jing Jiu returned to the peak, bringing a breeze.

As the breeze blows, the green smoke gradually dissipates, and the figure of the envoy also disperses, turning into countless light spots and disappearing without a trace.

Jing Jiu looked a little tired, and stood there for a while before walking to the bronze tripod.

The bronze tripod seems to have returned to its original appearance, but there has been a change. There is a faint light in the decorations, and there is a sense of immortality overflowing. Could it be that the fairy is in the tripod?