The Path Toward Heaven

Yinfeng is the guardian of Qingshan, a giant in the sky-reaching realm, and the leader of the sky-reaching killing formation, a very remarkable existence.

But no matter how great an existence is, once it dies, there will only be a corpse left.

If its carcass still holds up.

The dead Yinfeng was covered in frost, like a pheasant or golden pheasant just picked out of a snowdrift, only with a longer tail.

In the mouths of those diners, it is now just an ingredient that can be used for stewing or frying.

The middle-aged man ignored the diners and continued to walk forward. There were annoying voices of inquiry and unwillingness behind him.

Those voices turned into discussions about the current world situation, from the marriage of the princes in Chaoge City to the new reconstruction of Shangzhou City, and even mentioned a few things about the practice world.

I want to inquire about someone. At some point, the middle-aged man walked back to the restaurant, looked at the merchants and asked.

A peddler sized up the middle-aged man and said with a smile, Take the pheasant in your hand for exchange?

The middle-aged man said: If you can't eat it, you will die.

The merchant laughed angrily, and said, The monks in Guocheng Temple dare to eat meat secretly, why can't we eat it?

Another peddler saw that the middle-aged man was very handsome, obviously not an ordinary hunter, so he smoothed things over and said, I don't know your name, what do you want to know?

My name is Xilai...

Before the middle-aged man finished speaking, the merchant in front laughed and said: Where did this fake name come from? This is Dongyi Road, but don't all the people who come here come from the west?

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The middle-aged man was indeed called Xilai.

Yes, he is the Sword God of the West Sea who left Chaotian Continent for more than a hundred years.

In that distant foreign continent, he was the Chief Juggernaut of the Holy See.

He never gave a sword for the Holy See, because it wasn't worth it.

Until a few days ago, he discovered that the raised sea suddenly fell downwards, knowing that a major event had happened in the Chaotian Continent, he was suddenly moved.

On the sea on his way home, he met Yinfeng who had just died, and for some unknown reason, he used great supernatural powers to seal up Yinfeng's body, preventing it from dissipating between heaven and earth.

What is puzzling is that none of the merchants in that restaurant died.

He went to a sect in Dongyidao, and easily found out what happened in Chaotian Continent.

He is not interested in those major events that shake the world, whether it is the ambitions of Taiping Daoist, Bai Daoist's ambition, the deceived immortals, or the reclamation feats of the last practitioners.

All he cared about was where Jing Jiu went.

When he came back this time, he wanted to test his sword with Jing Jiu, but the other party suddenly disappeared. How could this be possible?

He left Dongyi Road and began to look for Jing Jiu in Chaotian Continent. Holding the Yin Phoenix in his hand, he looked like a lonely hunter who had left Jing's hometown.

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The Sword God of the West Sea was the most powerful cultivator in the Chaotian Continent back then, and even compared with his master, the ancestor of Wushima, Nanchong, he was not the same.

If Liu Ci hadn't been severely injured by the sword of Wanwu, how could he have left Chaotian Continent so easily.

After more than a hundred years, he returned to Chaotian Continent again, and he didn't know what kind of realm he had reached.

Zhao Layue didn't know that such a strong man was looking for Jing Jiu, and she was still looking for a way to wake Jing Jiu up.

After leaving Juye City, she went to Sanqianyuan outside Dayuan City.

Seeing her coming, the teachers and wives in the nunnery quickly withdrew their formations, not daring to look at her at all.

When she came to the porch where the morning light had dissipated, she walked into the meditation room with round windows, and she put Jing Jiu beside Bai Zao.

Those days the silk was about to loosen, and Bai Zao's face was revealed, still as beautiful and moving as before.

Zhao Layue looked at that face for a long time, and felt some inexplicable emotions in her heart, but she couldn't figure it out.

More than a hundred years have passed since the Battle of Chaoge City, but it was just a moment for her, right?

She stretched out her hand to grab the messy short hair full of dust, stopped thinking about these things, took off Jing Jiu's clothes somewhat roughly, looked at the wound on her waist for a moment, and stretched out her hand to take some silk from Bai Zao's face.

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That night, she finished her work, stepped over the round window to the lake, and washed her hands in the lake water carefully.

Qing'er waved her transparent wings, stopped on a branch by the lake, looked at her and said, Are you sure it's useful?

Zhao Layue was silent for a while, then said: If causality is a thread, maybe it can be connected?

Qing'er said: You know it's not the case, and shouldn't you wash your hands before sewing him, instead of washing at this time?

Zhao Layue waved her hands impatiently, and said, I don't know how to sew female celebrities, so I can sew casually. Do you still expect me to sew beautifully?

Qing'er knew that she was in a bad mood, and she wanted to make her happy when she said washing her hands, so she sighed faintly and flew into the Zen room.

She has already seen Jing Jiu's situation, and it is indeed different from the time she slept in Chaoge City, the soul cannot be transferred to the Qingtian Jian, and she couldn't find any way in the Qingtian Jian.

Suddenly there was the sound of falling into the water outside the window, Qing'er turned around and saw Zhao Layue jumped into the lake.

Of course she wasn't trying to kill herself.

A swordsman at the pinnacle of Breaking the Sea would not be able to drown in a lake, even if that lake was Bihu.

Zhao Layue took a serious bath in the lake water, especially washing her hair very carefully.

Then she sat on a stone bench by the lake all night with her knees folded.

The next morning she walked into the meditation room, confirmed that Jing Jiu hadn't woken up, and said to Qing'er: Please inform Qing Shan that we are going back and send someone to pick him up.

Qing'er noticed that her eyes were a little red, she had obviously cried, she didn't dare to say anything, she flapped her wings and flew out of the window.

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The middle-aged man carried the dead Yinfeng and calculated Jing Jiu's whereabouts while walking in Chaotian Continent.

When he walked outside Chaoge City, he took a look at the wild flowers all over the ground, and he understood Jing Jiu's current situation.

The one who could solve the problem was in the snowy field, so he went to the snowy field, just passing Dayuan City.

There were traces of blue birds flying in the sky, he looked up and said, So it's here.

Following the stream to the end, he walked into the nunnery, saw the solitary grave, and couldn't understand why a mortal was buried here.

The large array of Sanqianyuan naturally gave birth to induction, from the flowers and trees by the lake to the bluestone in front of the bridge exuded countless auras.

However, those breaths failed to touch his body at all, so they were chopped into pieces.

Zhao Layue appeared on the other side of the bridge. Seeing the figure of the middle-aged man, her expression changed slightly. She tore off a section of her sleeve, tied her hair in a bun, and walked towards the bridge.

You're back?

The middle-aged man said: Yes.

Feeling the powerful sword intent between heaven and earth, and listening to these two simple conversations, the masters in the nunnery guessed the identity of this middle-aged man, and shouted in shock: Xihai Sword God! You are still alive!

He's still alive, just call me Xilai.

The middle-aged man looked towards the meditation room on the other side of the bridge.

Zhao Layue was a little surprised by his reaction. She looked at him carefully, and for some reason, her eyes suddenly brightened, and she asked, Is your realm higher than before?

Xi Lai looked into her bright mirror-like eyes, raised his eyebrows slightly and said, Your talent is indeed extremely high, but you are far from my opponent. Under such circumstances, your fighting spirit is almost rude.

I don't want to fight you. Zhao Layue looked at him expectantly and said, You are at such a high level now, is there any way to wake him up?

Xilai was a little speechless, thinking of those merchants in Dongyidao, thinking that they haven't come back for more than a hundred years, are the people in Chaotian mainland crazy?