After the Mortal realm, comes Hearing the String.
Hearing the String and understanding the elegant intent is the first glimpse of the path.
Bone Resonance and marrow vibration is the shedding of the Mortal coil.
Harmonizing with the Dao to achieve Core Formation is stepping into the hall.
Painting the soul in the Ink Dot Realm is gaining divine intent.
Seed Lotus and blooming is the completion of the Dao foundation.
Mountain Gazing and observing the Dao is seeing the path.
And above this Mountain Gazing...
Is the heart lamp!
Ignite the heart lamp, and illuminate the path ahead.
From then on, I do not see the world, and the world does not see me.
Only that heart lamp remains, eternally bright and unextinguished.
Although Wandering Dust Master is only at the half-step heart lamp stage.
But...
It is enough to kill the Old Flood Dragon at the Mountain Gazing stage before him!
"Break."
A single word was spoken.
It was as if his words commanded the laws of reality.
That cyan great sun rose slowly to meet the falling, ghastly white full moon.
Boom—!!!
There was no suspense at all.
Before the cyan great sun, that seemingly terrifying full moon and black sea shattered instantly like foam.
"Pfft—!!!"
Flood Dragon Demon spat out a mouthful of blood.
The gray robe on his body had long since exploded, revealing a body covered in cracks.
His aura was withered, and he was in a sorry state.
"You..."
Flood Dragon Demon clutched his chest, his eyes filled with shock.
"You... your heart lamp... has it ignited?!"
A monstrous wave rose in his heart.
Although there is only a half-step difference between the half-step heart lamp and the true heart lamp stage.
But compared to Mountain Gazing, it is a chasm!
That strike just now.
Although it had not yet completely departed from the realm of techniques, the Concept contained within...
Wandering Dust Master withdrew his finger.
Cyan Qi swirled around him, making him look like an immortal descended from the heavens.
He did not pursue the victory, but only looked coldly at Flood Dragon Demon.
"Although this Daoist's heart lamp is not fully lit."
"It is enough to kill you."
Flood Dragon Demon subconsciously turned his head and looked toward the direction of the Region.
There was no sky-high fire.
There were no shrill screams.
Even the aura of the Qiankun Demon King had... disappeared?
"This..."
Flood Dragon Demon's pupils shrank sharply.
How is that possible?!
That is the Bloodline of the Golden-Winged Great Peng!
Holding a heavy treasure of his clan and possessing a Divine Ability of extreme speed.
Even if he were not a match, it would be absolutely impossible for him to not even have a chance to escape!
Unless...
Inside the Region, there is an existence even more terrifying than this old Daoist?!
Thinking of this.
How could it dare to stay any longer?
"The green mountains do not change, and the green waters flow on!"
"Daoist, your methods are brilliant, and this old one admits defeat!"
"Farewell!"
Having said that.
Its figure flickered, and it transformed directly into a hundred-foot-long White Flood Dragon.
It didn't care about face anymore.
Turning into a streak of white escaping light, it fled frantically toward the Western Regions.
Its speed was actually thirty percent faster than when it arrived.
Wandering Dust Master watched the fleeing back.
He did not pursue.
He frowned slightly, turned his head to look in the direction of the Region, and his expression became somewhat strange.
"Strange..."
"How could it disappear so cleanly?"
...
A moment ago.
Qiankun Demon King was still standing on the clouds, his golden armor shining like the sun, arrogant and unbridled, viewing the Region as a toy in his palm.
The next moment.
The world was inverted, and the sun and moon lost their light.
The bustling Region was gone.
Even the great pit beneath his feet and the vault of heaven above.
At this instant, they vanished without a trace.
Replacing them.
Was a vast expanse of white mist.
This mist was not the morning dew mist of the Mortal world, nor the miasma of the mountains and forests.
It was a mirage, indistinguishable between real and fake, chaotic, without knowing up or down, and unable to distinguish east from west.
"What kind of demonic magic is this?!"
Qiankun Demon King was terrified, his eyes trembling, but he could not see through the mist at all.
He slammed the Great Halberd in his hand across his chest and shouted sternly:
"Sneaky! What kind of skill is hiding in the dark?! If you have the guts, come and have a fair fight to the death with this King!"
His voice was like rolling thunder, exploding in the white mist.
However.
This voice did not travel far; instead, it seemed to be swallowed by the strange mist, echoing only within three zhang of his body.
There were even echoes.
The echoes were layered, as if countless versions of himself were roaring in his ears, making his eardrums ache.
Qiankun Demon King panicked.
Although he was arrogant, he was not without knowledge.
This kind of method...
Even a great demon who practiced illusion arts might not be able to do this so flawlessly.
He did not hesitate any longer, and the pair of golden wings on his back that could cover the sky and sun suddenly spread open.
A strong wind suddenly arose.
Qiankun Demon King crouched slightly, his legs exerting force, just like an arrow leaving the bowstring, wanting to break through this world.
"Rise—!!!"
A violent shout.
Golden light appeared.
However.
Just as he had flapped his wings and his figure had only risen a few zhang.
Thud—!!!
A muffled sound.
A huge rebounding force threw him back.
He fell to the ground in a sorry state, stirring up illusory ripples.
"How is it possible?!"
Qiankun Demon King ignored the pain, flipped up, his face full of disbelief.
He didn't believe it, changed direction, and flapped his wings again.
Thud—!!!
Another heavy collision.
This time.
He finally saw clearly.
It was only ten zhang in radius!
A space of ten zhang!
For a Mortal, it might be spacious.
But for him, whose wingspan was several zhang wide.
And who was a descendant of the Golden-Winged Great Peng with the extreme speed of soaring ninety thousand miles.
With heaven-reaching and earth-shattering abilities.
In this ten-zhang space, he found it cramped even to turn around.
"Ahhh—!!!"
Qiankun Demon King was so angry that his three-corpse gods jumped, and smoke came out of his seven orifices.
He waved his Great Halberd, crazily hacking at the surrounding Void Realm.
Clang, clang, clang, clang—!!!
Layers of water ripples appeared on the barrier, but it never broke at all.
"Open! Open for me!!!"
Charging left and right, jumping up and down.
But he could never find any way out.
There was no way to heaven, and no door to enter the earth.
At this moment.
This arrogant Demon King finally understood what despair was.
Whoosh—
A cold wind suddenly blew from behind.
It blew away some of the mist.
Qiankun Demon King froze and looked back sharply.
He saw that in the depths of the white mist.
A figure was standing there quietly.
The red cloak was like blood, appearing particularly dazzling in the white mist.
"You..."
Qiankun Demon King's throat went dry, and he subconsciously retreated half a step.
But he discovered that there was nowhere left to retreat behind him...
Since there was no way to retreat.
Then he would not retreat!
He held his Great Halberd horizontally and roared:
"This illusion of yours is indeed strange, but if you think you can trap this King with this, you are too naive!"
"This King's Golden Chainmail is immune to all laws and indestructible!"
He shook the Great Halberd in his hand, the tip pointing directly at Jiang Yuechu, his Demonic Qi exploding like oil on a raging fire.
"Even if you have a thousand methods and ten thousand Divine Abilities, if you cannot break my defense, what can you do to me?!"
However.
Facing this monstrous ferocity.
Jiang Yuechu just tilted her head slightly.
In her strange vertical pupils, a scarlet light like a blood moon appeared and vanished in a flash.
She slowly raised her right hand.
The movement was gentle, as if she were just scooping up a handful of clear water.
But in the next second.
Rumble—!!!
In the previously dead-silent white mist, the sound of crashing waves suddenly rang out.
It was as if the Nine Heavens Milky Way had burst its banks, pouring back into the human world.
Qiankun Demon King's heart jumped wildly, and he looked up subconsciously.
He saw behind the girl.
The mist churned, and the Void Realm twisted.
A White Flood Dragon phantom, unimaginably huge, slowly emerged.
The White Flood Dragon did not fully reveal itself; just its head was the size of a small mountain.
"Roar—!!!"
A Dragon roar shattered the surrounding ten zhang of white mist.
With this roar.
Water vapor from all directions gathered frantically.
Transforming into a monstrous wave capable of drowning the vault of heaven!
Layer upon layer, one wave higher than the next.
Layered, covering the sky and earth.
And the red-cloaked girl stood on the highest crest of the wave.
She looked down from above, her gaze indifferent.
She said slowly:
"Water benefits all things and does not contend, and nothing can contend with it."
"This world."
"I..."
"Am the tide!"