As Baili An slowly closed his eyes, a Blood Feather appeared faintly on his forehead.
Imdiately, the Yuxiao Ancient Sword unexpectedly broke free from Wen Hanwei’s Divine Sense suppression and control.
The sword let out a long cry, ringing as it left its sheath, and its clear sound soared straight into the Nine Heavens.
The Spiritual Image of Bai Ze bathed in ten thousand sword lights, devoured clouds, extinguished thunder, and revealed itself among flying clouds, with pearl curtains rolling as sword rain, creating a mighty wind and rain, both wrathful and solemn!
Before the gigantic Thunder Sword from the Immortal Dharma Image could fall upon the two, it was shattered, breaking into innurable fiery blossoms.
The Immortal of White Sun Cave, with thunderous eyes filled with rage, looked at Baili An wielding Bai Ze:
"Audacious mortal cultivator! How dare you recklessly enslave a Divine Beast as a Sword Spirit! An unforgivable cri!"
If Wen Hanwei wielded the sword against him, as the master of Yuxiao, and with her cultivation surpassing Baili An, integrating more with the Bai Ze Sword Spirit, the power should have been greater, the Sword Intent purer.
But it was utterly impossible for her to shatter the gigantic Thunder Sword of the Immortal Law as Baili An did.
Even though Baili An’s Spiritual Power didn’t match Wen Hanwei’s, he was blessed with the power of the Blood Feather River.
Though Bai Ze was renowned around the world as a Divine Beast, vastly different from Demon Beasts, the origin traced back to the Pure Water Heavenly Pool of Kunlun.
The Blood Feather River transford from Kunlun Heavenly Pool, nurturing spirits.
Although the Sword Intent was not as strong as Wen Hanwei, it could exert the true power of the Divine Beast.
After shattering the Thunder Sword, although Bai Ze’s spirit light had waned by three parts, it did not vanish into Spirit Transformation, still maintaining the form of a Sword Spirit.
Slowly gathering above Baili An’s head, treading on billowing clouds, it faced the Golden Immortal’s Dharma Image from afar.
Baili An held the sword, his gaze cold and fearless, his voice icy like the clear sound of a sword:
"Audacious Golden Immortal, favored by the Emperor, wielding the power of life and death in heaven and earth, yet you recklessly gift the Immortal Official Token to nourish evil, harming the living!
I uphold the righteousness of heaven and earth, quell the calamity of the Immortal Token, yet you descend in fury to commit murder! When you, relying on the status of Immortal Official, act against justice, how can you claim to be blaless!"
"Ignorant child! Such insolence must end in death!" The Dharma Image filled the four directions, thunder roaring like a startled dragon erging.
Baili An sneered, raising his hand to slash out a blue Sword Qi, shattering the tail of the thunder dragon churning above the clouds into fragnted thunder lights.
"Arrogant and foolish immortal, if I were truly ignorant, would your Dharma Image deem worthy of such combat?
Today your Dharma Image descends upon the world, knowing that the Immortal Official Token was destroyed by the Taixuan Nine Classics to eradicate evil cultivators, exposing your private granting of the token to the Dao demon fox.
The Taixuan Nine Classics are the work of Tribulation-Transcending Immortals, and if one complaint is raised to the Emperor, your immortal status will be at risk!"
Not all who destroy the Immortal Official Token are unforgivable, dood to certain death.
Anyone capable of destroying the Immortal Official Token is an outstanding immortal for the future of the Immortal Path.
The owner of the Immortal Official Token, even if harboring anger, would not lightly kill a fellow immortal.
And ordinary people, upon seeing the Immortal Official Token, would not feel the need to destroy it.
Therefore, from ancient tis to the present, though it is established that those who destroy the Immortal Official Token should be erased by the consciousness within,
Real examples of being killed for destroying the Immortal Official Token are extrely rare.
The master of the White Sun Cave deeply knew that the recipients of his gifted Immortal Official Token were not righteous, even employing it for evil deeds.
He intended to protect her, knowing that in the Mortal World, who would dare not give face to a Golden Immortal.
If truly indifferent to Golden Immortal revenge and determined to destroy the token and kill, such a person naturally upholds their principles strictly and virtuously.
This kind of person is very likely to report to the Emperor, thus implicating the secret of his private descent to the Mortal World, where he enlightened the Sin Fox with Immortal Bone.
Such a matter would undoubtedly lead to a terrifying judgnt and punishnt, removing the Immortal Bone, stripping the Immortal Body, relegating to the Six Paths of Reincarnation would be inevitable.
More terrifyingly, his lifeti-guarded Ting Yan would also be implicated, stamped with the demon seal with shackles.
Forever becoming soone else’s demon spirit inscribed into objects.
Just thinking about it is maddeningly suffocating.
So today, these two must die!
But Wen Hanwei did not think as deeply as Baili An; she adhered to understanding the Dao and cultivating the path, maintaining righteousness.
She only knew that the man incited people’s hearts, manipulated Chi Wenyan with evil techniques, harming many innocent won and children, deserving death by the sword.
As for the Immortal Official Token, it was rely an obstacle in front of her sword, to be cleaved through.
As for who delivered this Immortal Official Token to that man, it was not her concern.
Now hearing Baili An’s words, she suddenly realized that the petty man’s rampant behavior wasn’t due to inherent evil.
It was the privilege of the superior that led people to forget themselves, to feel that in this vast Mortal World, one command in hand could allow them to act recklessly, flouting laws.
Ultimately, it all arose from ’indulgence’.
Wen Hanwei’s eyes regained clarity, steadfastly gazing at the majestic Dharma Form above the firmant.
Though heavily wounded, it couldn’t mask the burning determination to fight.
People have good and evil, Immortals are no exception; clency for the good is fine, but evil must be eradicated.
Feeling the change in aura around Wen Hanwei, the White Sun Cave Lord’s Dharma Form’s thunderous eyes deepened in anger:
"Taixuan Nine Classics! Do not be presumptuous! Do you think you’re facing anyone ordinary?! Even the Master of Taixuan would bow respectfully before ! Who gave you the courage to unleash murderous intent here!"
The Dharma Form flicked its sleeve, a giant ethereal purple hand pressing down from above.
The three thousand patterns under the palm were all thunderous snakes shattering within, as if all living beings were to be wiped out under this palm.
The White Sun Cave Lord’s voice roared like thunder, like a lofty deity ruling over life’s fate:
"A re Land Immortal dares to act out in front of , do you not know! Before , you control neither your life nor your death!
When I command you to kneel, you cannot stand; when I command your destruction, you cannot remain!"
In Baili An’s hand, the Yuxiao Sword resonated furiously, led by Bai Ze, like a gigantic silver Light Sword charging into the clouds, eting that giant ethereal hand in mid-air!
The sword light enveloped the four corners, reflecting against the thunder!
Lightning and silvery light flickered, illuminating Wen Hanwei’s face, her clear amber eyes dusted with a layer of golden spiritual intent.
She gently pushed Baili An aside, her slender and graceful figure light as a leaf, weightlessly floating between heaven and earth.
Her fingers ford a hand seal, her golden eyes focused and earnest, each spiritual power node lit up like stars in the night, transforming into concentric Dharma Seals.
Her jet-black hair danced in the night breeze, as if stardust was lightly falling.
"Musical Instrunt of Heaven, Rising like the sun. Amongst a thousand rocks, Divine Ergence. In Central Land, its Emperor the Yellow Emperor, assisted by Houtu, its god the Guardian Star, its beast the Yellow Dragon."
Wen Hanwei’s fingers forming hand seals suddenly stopped, graceful fingers clenched into a sword finger, placed vertically before her forehead.
As the sword finger ford, the earth trembled, seeming to span a thousand years in an instant, mountains towering and expanding, rising from the extensive plains of the nine provinces, like sumr creating heaven and earth across millennia.
Thus, a shocking scene unfolded.
A hundred thousand mountains seed to be lifted by countless invisible mountain ghosts beneath her feet.
Wen Hanwei stood atop the mountains, bridging heaven and earth, exuding an aura of righteousness.
Compared to the Golden Immortal Dharma Form below the firmant, she now truly descended like an exiled Immortal.
Her golden eyes unfathomably clear, her blood-stained white robe fluttering but maintaining a sharpness with the fierce intent to test the sword.
Monts ago, Golden Immortal Bai Yang had said she wouldn’t be able to stand when he commanded her to kneel.
Now, she stood atop the mountains, upright and firm, like the pillar of the world’s center, wielding the secret technique from Taixuan Nine Classics, Hua Yan Serenity.
The obliterating giant ethereal hand couldn’t smooth those hundred thousand continuous mountains.
He was a Dharma Form, and beneath Wen Hanwei’s feet, the mountains were a mighty Dharma Form too.
She was a Land Immortal, stationed in the Mortal World, backed by her holand.
A re heart’s thought summoned the Mortal World’s power to transform mountains into a realm; though external force it may be, the Dao heart remained true.
On the contrary, the Golden Immortal Bai Yang couldn’t descend personally to kill mortal cultivators, relying only on the Immortal Official Token.
The Dharma Form presiding over the Mortal World had no spiritual thod from Heaven, unable to mobilize Heaven’s power, how could it counter the vast force of mortal’s mountains and rivers?
The palm shattered, lightning extinguished, thunderous snakes scattered like grass snakes fading into gray lines, while lead clouds descended lower like gray mist brushing past Wen Hanwei’s white robe and sleeves.
She lowered her eyes slightly, a streak of glaring crimson seeped from the corners of her eyes and nose, her body swayed, her ruptured wound bleeding profusely, her spine fracturing, a shocking sight.
The mountains beneath trembled, the Dharma Form faltering.
Baili An hurriedly reached out to stabilize her.
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