When Luohu beca a saint, the entire Demon Domain saw his light and heard his voice.
Manifestation before the demon.
Unbound by space and ti.
When Lu Qingshan beca an ancestor, it was the sa.
From the Cold Plains of the Far North to the Hot Sea of the Far South, from the desert of the Far West to the mountains of the Far East.
Whether a newborn baby or a mighty figure who has practiced cultivation for ten thousand years.
Be it kind, or despicable, or shaless, or noble....
As long as they were living beings under the Sky Do Heaven, at this mont, they all saw a clear figure.
Lu Qingshan was everywhere.
No one could stop it.
Because it was not seen with the eyes.
But with the soul.
Lu Qingshan's figure appeared directly in their souls.
Lu Qingshan's voice also appeared directly in their souls.
Perhaps those babies who could only babble didn't understand what it ant, but they would forever rember the image of this figure.
Everyone stared intently at that figure.
Whether they knew Lu Qingshan before or not, now they all knew the na Lu Qingshan.
From now on, no matter how many years pass, they will rember this na.
"Luohu, you should die!"
Lu Qingshan's voice echoed thunderously, heard across the world.
Lu Qingshan's figure remained ethereal.
At this mont, all people were filled with a sense of peace.
There was never any so-called child of Heaven's Mandate.
There was only mankind prevailing over Heaven.
Thus, throughout the human world, a phrase began to resound.
"We respectfully invite the Tianyuan Sword Immortal to empower our Human Race!"
On the high walls of Yun Pass, the cultivators of Yun placed a hand over their chests and knelt on one knee reverently.
In the Western Domain, the Sword Cultivators of the Sword Cleansing Pool, without swords in their hands, clasped their palms together with utmost respect and earnestly prayed.
In Chang'an City, the dense crowd slightly closed their eyes, murmuring, and the once proud people of Chang'an offered their most sincere respect.
....
"We respectfully invite the Tianyuan Sword Immortal to empower our Human Race!"
On the vast plateaus and deserts of the Far West, within countless golden temples, the sound of chanting resounded incessantly.
They were like the most devout believers, but what they believed in was no longer Buddha, but Lu Qingshan.
Within the Central Spirit, which was being revived by the Spirit Sea Tide, countless sects, countless families, and countless people knelt on the ground with the utmost respect, touching their foreheads to the earth, repeatedly uttering this phrase.
The people on this land did not believe in Heaven, did not believe in gods
What they believed in was this piece of earth beneath their feet, and those who had shed blood and sweat for it
...."We respectfully invite the Tianyuan Sword Immortal to empower our Human Race!"
This phrase beca the only sound in the human world at this mont, surpassing the spring breeze, surpassing the sumr rain, surpassing the autumn frost, surpassing the winter snow
...
Lu Qingshan's perception, at this mont, also spread throughout the entire Sky Do Heaven.
Thus, he beca aware of everything happening in the human world.
He also saw the people's devout, fervent prayers, filled with hope and expectation.
At this mont, a true sense of control surged within his heart.
This made Lu Qingshan feel that the most primal forces of the world were flowing.
Such power was so magnificent.
In the face of this power, he could sense his own insignificance, but was not awed by it.
For in his insignificance, he could easily command such power.
This is the power of the Ancestral Realm, also the power of the Sword Dao.
...
Perhaps stunned by the sudden change, or awed by Lu Qingshan's might, Luohu rarely hesitated for a mont.
However, he quickly regained his composure.
Although Lu Qingshan becoming an ancestor surprised him, it did not instill fear, cowardice, or other negative emotions.
Lu Qingshan becoming an ancestor, what does it matter?
It only ans standing at the sa height as him.
Although, strictly speaking, Luohu could no longer be considered an Asura, the spirit of the Asura remained.
The Asura were a natural War Tribe.
The War Tribe did not fear battle.
"Very well, killing a Ninth Tribulations Sword Immortal ultimately lacks much aning."
"An opponent like this could finally let fight with a bit of passion." Luohu raised his hands, clenched them gently, and smiled coldly.
Beneath the skin, Luohu's veins and bones now glowed with a vivid Vajra golden hue.
In the next mont, Luohu moved.
He did not perform any astonishing actions, just began to advance, stride by stride.
His initial pace was slow, then grew faster, as the transition from slow to fast was also a ti of gathering montum, the sharpness reaching an unstoppable state.
Along his advancing path, all the auras surged to the sides.
The invisible auras, dense to a degree, beca tangible, like underwater currents swirling below.
With the last step, Luohu covered thousands of ters in an instant, crashing viciously into Lu Qingshan.
Lu Qingshan also stepped forward, just over an inch, negligible, seemingly without much finesse, advancing to et the Demon Holy one.
However, just as he took this step, eight dazzling pillars of light burst forth behind him.
Demon Suppressing, Peach Blossom, Oblivion, Dragon Sparrow, Heaven and Earth, Fuyou, Lietue....and Niu Er.
At this mont, Niu Er was also wielded by Lu Qingshan.
The power of the eight Taoist Swords was fully revealed.
The Vajra golden hue on Luohu's advancing body intensified.
Countless forces clashed even before the two t.
The battle between the two was also a battle between two realms of Heaven and Earth.
The next mont, the two collided heavily.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
Between Heaven and Earth, suddenly resounded with sounds akin to the grand clanging of large bells, solemn, lofty.
A myriad of power's ripples erupted suddenly.
Countless gazes, filled with astonishnt, looked towards those two intertwined figures of light.
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