On the altar, the wild wind poured down suddenly, as the previously bright sky gradually gathered together and the oppressive dark clouds shrouded the entire Dragon and Tiger.
Lightning flickered like dragons and kylins, tumbling through the clouds, intertwining with thunderclaps that alternately roared, brightening up the dark shadows before another flash of lightning erupted, shaking the heavens as if rainwater was dragging out thundering dragons.
The forest swayed in the wild wind, the Old Heavenly Master raised a Zhengyi Dao talisman in both hands high above the altar, then bowed his head:
"Yuqing Holy Realm, Qingwei Heavenly Palace, we respectfully burn genuine incense and earnestly beseech, pleading for the compassionate Jade Emperor to extend his light to save us from calamity, praying for all Venerable Gods and saints to heed our pure sincerity, unleash divine might, and bestow blessings with the turning of the wind.
It is said there are Evil Immortals in heaven, claiming to be Masters of the Three Realms, uniquely aware of disaster and fortune, covertly observing the supre Dao. Today, in the na of the supre, we ascend to exterminate the evil, rally the Southern Dipper stars, marshal the great deities of Middle Heaven, lend armor and troops, guard all directions, paving the way upward swiftly, as per the decree!"
With these words, heaven and earth rumbled.
Lightning shattered into a dense electric web, casting a blinding pale glow across the sky. As if alternating thundering dragons from heaven, roaring and tearing through layers of clouds, a beam of light descended from the firmant, leaving a massive hole in the cloud as if it was a "Heavenly Gate."
Witnessing this phenonon, the hearts of heroes and lords wavered, not a single hand was steady, no surprise that these Daoists abandoned fine wine and food, fair companions, parents, and children, to recklessly pursue ascension to immortality. Compared with such sights, the struggles in Jianghu are nothing but a drizzle.
"Everyone, ascend to the heavens!"
The Old Heavenly Master shouted mightily, pulling everyone's spirits back. Following his upward gesture, the sides of the "Heavenly Gate" gradually revealed, amidst the swirling clouds, the indistinct figures of Heavenly Soldiers and Generals standing guard, welcoming the ascension.
The sword array on the cliff was ready, the Taoists swung their horsetail whisks as fierce Sword Qi swiftly shot up, condensing into tangible Divine Weapons, glittering with golden light and burning fla.
Grasping these Divine Weapons, everyone was shocked to find their forms being drawn by the Sword Qi, ascending with the wind.
Rising nine thousand miles.
Like tadpoles returning ho, entering in single file through the Heavenly Gate.
The clouds were beneath their feet, the firmant opened widely, as wind and rain intertwined, distant spots flickered, and countless black dots pressed forth from afar.
Those were the Evil Immortals.
Impatient, soone dashed forward, striking with a sword.
A massive surge of air arose, roaring fiercely, overwhelming!
Nearly everyone was stunned by this scene, each either swung a sword, launched a punch, or hacked with a knife, displaying scenes tens of tis more grandiose than before.
This is the Heavenly Court, a world entirely different from the mortal realm.
Everyone remained speechless for a long ti,
Then, full of heroism, surged forth towards the Evil Immortals.
...…
As the rain lood,
Soone slowly ascended the mountain.
Naturally, soone descended the mountain slowly.
The crowns of trees, as large as carriage covers, swayed unable to withstand the wild wind, leaning sotis east, sotis west, as branches and leaves danced wildly in the wind, stretching along the long mountain path, from a distance appearing as nothing more than two dots of ink.
The rooftops on the mountain slopes were hidden in increasingly hazy air; the rain yet to fall but impending, hence the Swordsman's sword remained sheathed, as did the archer's arrow.
The sky was darkening.
It's unknown when heavy rain might pour down in such a windy weather, truly not a good ti for mountain climbing. Yet, the old beggar holding an umbrella at the foot of the mountain town ignored the shopkeeper's advice, insisting on heading uphill with the umbrella, facing the east, south, west, and north winds head-on, still looking downward at the steps, and only then looked up, seeing the leaves swept by the wind suddenly open the umbrella face, in a daze, seemingly glimpsing a figure too ordinary amidst the wind to notice, but upon a cursory glance it seed remarkably ordinary.
What is extraordinary?
In that he clearly was blind, but could still "see" him.
As if arriving in a new world, where these eyes were still good, not yet blind.
The blind arrow felt novelty, having lived for over seventy years yet rarely t such figures, among whom was Xu Qi, currently regarded as the world's number one.
On the other side, novel to him too, Chen Yi's eyes glinted with a curious color, his hand unconsciously rested lightly on the sword hilt.
Top tier figures like the blind arrow were no strangers to Chen Yi, today's feeling wasn't novelty but a skin-tingling danger.
It felt as though one knew exactly the flaw in an opponent's move, how to counter it, yet despite all efforts, still overco by sheer power.
This crushing situation left one utterly helpless.
Nevertheless, Chen Yi continued down the mountain, without breaking stride,
The blind arrow stopped, the umbrella standing firm in the wind, awaiting the downpour.
The one going up the mountain holding an umbrella, perhaps genuinely intends to climb it, while the one descending with a sword sheathed lacks genuine intent to leave.
Thus,
Might Sword Qi like a dragon rolled downhill!
The downpour ca instantly.
The vast Sword Qi pierced through the rain curtain, forming a giant void; as it passed, swept clouds and winds twisted violently so much that it beca impossible to distinguish between raindrops and Sword Qi, but as Sword Qi approached ever more grandly, the necessity of distinguishing vanished.
Sword Qi is rain threads, rain threads are Sword Qi.
Raindrops transford into a green dragon.
The blind arrow furrowed his aged brows, saying nothing as a sword's swing ca crashing down from above, with no self-introduction, no recounting the battle's cause, not even leaving farewell words beforehand. First considering each other as soulmates, they'd kill each other fiercely, feeling the unpredictability of the world and how life is insignificant, to later have stories to tell alongside wine. Yet, surprisingly, the younger generation in Jianghu now displayed much arrogance and lacked recognition, since things were as such, he saw no need for courtesy, thus held the bow in hand, even the heavenly wolf is within my grasp.
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