This is an endless and vast ocean.
The sea water is constantly surging, and the white mist lingers all year round, like wisps of mist.
A great and incredible aura lingered above the sea.
The greatest sea in the world.
Sky, river and sea.
The sound of the tide is getting heavier.
A majestic and imposing city gate stands in front of us.
It has an ancient atmosphere and bears the marks of time. The city walls are built with stars and meteorites from outer space. It is majestic, as if endless stars are rushing towards you.
The huge city wall is towering and stretches as if there is no end. It has existed since time immemorial and dominates the border.
Everyone standing in front of this wall will only feel deeply insignificant, as if they are just a speck of dust.
A layer of fog covered the city wall, with water droplets falling from the fog.
There were even deeper traces of water at the corners of the wall.
The first city of the human race, Tianhe City.
This is the city that suppresses an entire world. Supreme runes are engraved on the city walls, and magic arrays are densely packed together. They are the result of the hard work of countless human cultivators.
It is so large that it even exceeds the scope of the city gates, vast and majestic.
And it is on the top of this city wall.
He was dressed in white, as white as snow, with a handsome face like jade and a heroic demeanor.
This is an extremely sharp swordsman, with deep eyes, sword-like brows, and a very calm mind. With every move he makes, he is like a celestial being walking in the human world.
This is the peerless swordsman, Chu Mushen, the Tianhe Sword Immortal who has suppressed Tianhe City for 20,000 years and looks down on the world.
Chu Mushen looked out at the endless Milky Way, wondering what he was thinking.
He was dressed in fluttering white clothes, with no expression on his face, neither happy nor worried.
But in the next moment, this god-like swordsman couldn't help but frown.
There was a whisper in his ears, like a chime.
"Watch this sword carefully..."
"It's him." As one of the three great sword masters of the human race, although Chu Mushen had never fought against Li Qiubai, he was extremely familiar with him.
The next moment, his eyes became deeper than the starry sky, and the scene before his eyes was no longer an endless Milky Way, but became bizarre.
After a long time.
What Chu Mushen saw returned to normal.
He just looked at the undulating Milky Way and remained silent for a long time.
He knew that just now, all the sword cultivators among the human race, whether they were good or evil, weak or strong, had seen that scene.
Chu Mushen stood on the top of the most magnificent city gate in the world and looked back at the city.
The sunset rays shine warmly.
All the sword practitioners in the city looked up to the sky at this moment, feeling lost.
Chu Mushen stretched out his hand to block the sunset rays and pursed his lips.
The sunset is beautiful, but it is just an afterglow.
He felt deeply touched.
"If I can hear the truth in the morning, I can die in the evening." Chu Mushen murmured.
This scene is not the first time it has appeared.
In the ancient times long, long ago, when the first sword immortal appeared, the situation was also like this.
He allowed sword cultivators to finally gain a foothold in the ranks of the orthodox cultivation schools of the human race, which was the first major turning point in the fate of sword cultivators. He gave them a direction to move forward, and after countless years of development, they became one of the "Three Imperial Schools" among the cultivation schools of the human race.
Li Qiubai, with his unparalleled charm and talent, brought about a second turning point in the human race's sword cultivation, and this change will be more profound than the previous transformation.
Chu Mushen said silently.
After Li Qiubai's death, as the current number one swordsman, he clearly understood the great significance of Chang'an Sword Immortal's sword opening the Heavenly Gate this time.
As the sword opens the Heavenly Gate, this generation of sword practitioners who witness the sight of the Heavenly Gate with their own eyes will undergo an unparalleled transformation.
Their path to the sword will become easier than before, the number of strong sword practitioners of this generation will continue to increase, and more sword practitioners will continue to emerge.
If there is enough time, with the efforts of all the sword cultivators of this generation, young and old, it is even possible for sword cultivators to reach an unprecedented peak in the Tianyuan year and become the number one among the six major schools of cultivation, even stronger than magic cultivators.
Finally, he let out a long sigh and clasped his fists towards the distant direction of Chang'an City.
"You, Li Qiubai, are the only swordsman in the world. Your swordsmanship opens the sky when you come and opens the mountains when you leave."
"People say you are climbing the stairs, but you have already passed the towering 18th floor."
“Great!”
Behind Chu Mushen, a road suddenly descended.
At this moment, the eyes of the cultivators in Tianhe City all turned towards the majestic top of the city.
Two bright beams of light descended from the sky, shocking the Milky Way.
On this day, the sword cultivator of Tianhe City saw Tianmen for the first time, and then saw Tianmen again.
On this day, Tianhe Sword Immortal Chu Mushen reached the semi-ancestor realm.
Li Qiubai's last sword killed a half-ancestor and also created a new half-ancestor.
…
The clouds were hanging low, and a large area of ​​brilliant white snow fell from the sky.
The master of Shuiyue Temple looked up.
She was not a sword practitioner, so she could not hear the sound echoing between heaven and earth, nor could she see the brilliant light behind the sword gate.
But at this moment, seeing this scene, she also understood many things.
"The Tao disappears into the heavens."
She murmured softly.
Immediately, the master of Shuiyue Temple turned his gaze to Lu Qingshan who was standing at the bow of the boat.
Suddenly, as if she sensed something , she put two fingers together and wiped her eyes.
A flash of light appeared between her two fingers and then flowed into her eyes.
Afterwards, in the eyes of the master of Shuiyue Temple, the whole world became different, with air currents of various colors floating around.
This is a spiritual eye that can see the energy.
The unique magic of observing qi in Tianji Temple.
She looked up.
As expected.
Between heaven and earth, in the clouds and mist, there suddenly appeared a brilliant light.
Suddenly, thousands of golden lights fell like meteors, and their number was as large as migrating birds.
The golden light that covered the sky and the earth rushed into Lu Qingshan's body.
The elegant and graceful deputy abbot of Tianji Temple opened his mouth in disbelief and stared at the scene in a daze.
Others might not know what these golden lights are, but as a spiritual practitioner at Tianji Temple, how could she not know?
This is the luck of kendo.
Such a huge amount of sword luck all belonged to Lu Qingshan.
She knew that as a genius in swordsmanship, Lu Qingshan must have extraordinary luck in swordsmanship.
The question is, is this too much?
It was as if Lu Qingshan was a genius in swordsmanship and was the only one who was favored by the swordsmanship.
What the Shuiyue Temple Master did not expect was that the sword luck that almost covered the entire world was not all.
As she looked on in extreme shock, this batch of golden light had just merged into Lu Qingshan's body, and the next moment, endless golden light surged out from the silver waves in the sky and rushed towards Lu Qingshan.
These golden lights gathered into a river, flowing into the sea and never returning.
Lu Qingshan, who was enveloped by the aura of swordsmanship, seemed to have turned into a true immortal, extremely dazzling.
Finally, Lu Qingshan's whole body was glowing, forming a golden vortex, sacred and solemn, awe-inspiring.
He is not only as talented as Zhong Jiandao, he is simply the biological son of Jiandao!
When the master of Shuiyue Temple thought so, the expression on his face became extremely wonderful.
It’s a pity that Lu Qingshan himself couldn’t see this scene.
Because at this moment, thousands of symbols rushed out of his soul, and the golden light tore through the void and arranged themselves together.
"The remaining four words of the wilderness..." Lu Qingshan muttered absentmindedly.
The sword opens the gate of heaven, which is a blessing given to all sword practitioners in the world.
But how much you can get from it depends on each person.
And his gains have been fully revealed - the four words of Manghuang were touched at the same time.
Lu Qingshan was stunned, feeling the true flawless mystery, realizing all kinds of mysteries and changes, constantly evolving, comprehending, and imitating.
It seemed as if thousands of years had passed in just a moment.
He was actually stunned for a moment, as if petrified, and fell into a deep state of enlightenment, sensing all kinds of changes.
Although Lu Qingshan has not yet mastered the sword art, he can still attain enlightenment.
One symbol after another danced, turning into rain of light, various strange beasts, mountains and rivers, all things, the sun, the moon, and the stars, moving and fluctuating in his mind.
The sword energy rumbled, looking down upon everything, and the whistling sound of the sword was endless.
The Six Words of Wildness contain the lifelong insights into warfare of a semi-saint of the demon race, who is equivalent to a semi-ancestor of the human race. It is extremely complex and powerful.
This is the foundation that Lu Qingshan intends to use to condense the Dharma domain.
However, it is too difficult to digest and absorb such a powerful fighting method, turn it into one's own understanding, and create one's own swordsmanship from it. I don't know how much time it will take, and how many opportunities and chances it will require...
But now, Li Qiubai has bestowed a blessing on all the sword cultivators in the world, and also given Lu Qingshan such an opportunity.
Lu Qingshan absorbed the infinite mysteries and explored the most powerful method with an intoxicated mind.
The area between his eyebrows began to glow, and a purple-gold lotus mark quietly emerged, sparkling like a magic lamp, emitting strands of light and illuminating the void.
Finally, a figure emerged in his sea of ​​consciousness, demonstrating various sword styles, so mighty and powerful that it shook the universe.
There was a supreme aura emanating from this phantom, overwhelming the entire sea of ​​consciousness.
Lu Qingshan has been isolated from the outside world.
There is the luck of swordsmanship outside and the enlightenment of swordsmanship inside. The two changes happen almost at the same time, bringing about a great transformation.
Lu Qingshan's mind wandered in the void, comprehending the supreme Dharma and gaining huge benefits.
Finally, all the light stabilized and turned into the four original runes of the wilderness, but compared to before, these four symbols now looked incomparably vivid and full of vitality.
In the outside world, the sword energy in the sky was completely integrated into his body.
In a flash, Lu Qingshan suddenly opened his eyes. He had already digested all the insights.
The four words of the wilderness that had previously made no sense to him had now already stepped out of the door.
"Concentrate", "meet", "cut", "see".
This is the meaning of the remaining four words.
"It's done." After learning these four words, Lu Qingshan couldn't help but become excited.
Although he has not yet created a new secret sword technique, everything is already different compared to before.
All he needed was the last step, which was to implement his understanding of the way of the sword in the four words, so that he could comprehend his true secret sword technique and bring it to perfection.
And when the six words of wildness were completed, it was the moment for him to condense the seed of the Dharma Realm, open up the Dharma Realm, and enter the state of fusion.
This was the peak state of his previous life.
All this won't be too far away.
Gradually coming back to his senses from the excitement, Lu Qingshan's vision gradually became clear, and he was suddenly startled.
He didn't know when, the master of Shuiyue Temple had appeared three feet in front of him, with a strange look in his eyes.
"Something big happened just now..." said the master of Shuiyue Temple.
Lu Qingshan was in a trance for a moment, then nodded slowly.
"The Chang'an Sword Immortal has fallen," he said in a hoarse voice, "When he left, he created a sword for all of our sword cultivators."
"One sword opens the gate of heaven."
At this moment, even though he was not a sword cultivator, the master of Shuiyue Temple was speechless and felt infinite respect in his heart.
"The last sword can still make the world's sword cultivators," she finally shook her head sadly, "How boring it would be if the sword path lost such a playboy."
Lu Qingshan was silent, feeling only the emotion surging in his chest.
"The sword art that we sword cultivators cultivate and the world we live in, how can we go backwards? The waves behind push the waves in front, and the tide will always be higher." Finally, he clasped his fists in the direction of Chang'an City and said softly.
At this moment, the aspirations in his heart had turned into a sudden surge of heroic spirit.
There was a murmur, echoing in Lu Qingshan's heart.
Li Qiubai, I will never let you be too lonely.
…
Chang'an City.
It's all over.
The once invincible Prince Qing, Xia Qing, had his flesh and blood shrunken and turned into a mummy, lying on the ground.
However, the powerful body of the Semi-Ancestor cultivator still exudes a terrifying aura that keeps strangers away.
The body may die but the spirit remains.
This is the power of the semi-ancestor.
If no one takes action, Xia Qing's body will remain immortal and remain incorruptible for thousands of years.
But even such a peak physical cultivator's ten thousand years of glorious years, ten thousand years of planning, ten thousand years of pride, eventually all returned to dust with Li Qiubai's sword.
In the palace.
As Li Qiubai disappeared between heaven and earth, the female ruler slowly lowered her outstretched hand.
She had her back to the crowd, and even though tears were streaming down her face, she didn't utter a single sob.
But even so, everyone could clearly feel her endless sadness from her slightly trembling body and shaking shoulders.
Hundreds of Daxia cultivators looked at Xia Zhao's back, looked at the white cloud fragments falling from the sky like heavy snow, restrained their breath, and bowed deeply in the direction where Li Qiubai disappeared.
Outside Xiazhou, Qingyun Sword Immortal also bowed in this direction at this moment.
Seven thousand miles away, Lu Qingshan clasped his fists.
Outside the endless mountains and rivers, Chu Mushen in Tianhe City clasped his fists.
The sword masters in the city clasped their fists together.
At Yumen Pass, Xia Daoyun clasped his fists, and the sword cultivators of the Sword Sect clasped their fists.
In the seven realms of the human race, all the human sword cultivators clasped their fists together.
Finally, everyone bowed.
…
After Prince Qing's death, only one citizen of Chang'an was left, the city was almost deserted, and all the remaining people were in confusion.
Fortunately, Xia Zhao did not die, so the group of dragons was not leaderless.
After a long silence, Xia Zhao raised his hand again and wiped the tears from his eyes.
"Immediately search and rescue the surviving monks in the city, and at the same time inform the various major Taoist sects and Tianhe City of this matter as soon as possible to prevent a second riot in Qingzhou." She said.
The subsequent impact of this incident is too great.
A half-ancestor of the human race, a human swordsman, and Xuanzun, the strongest demon lord of the giant demon clan, died in Chang'an City at the same time.
This is an event that has not happened in thousands of years.
King Qing is regarded as a god in Qingzhou.
If the news of his death spreads, it will most likely cause unrest among the monks in Qingzhou.
It is hard to imagine what reaction the demons in the Tianmen Realm will have at that time.
In addition, it is still unknown what chain reaction will be caused by the massacre in Chang'an.
This will be a time of turmoil, and all kinds of monsters may appear and take advantage of the situation.
All the powerful monks of the human race must be notified as soon as possible so that they can prepare in advance to avoid being caught off guard.
Just at this moment, the spiritual light transformed from the spirit boat and a ray of sword light stopped above Chang'an City.
The master of Shuiyue Temple, Lu Qingshan, and Xie Qingyun, who came on a flying sword, arrived in Chang'an almost at the same time.