The Ming Dynasty Sequence : Chapter 669: The Positional Heavenly Lord

The669th Chapter: The Heavenly Lord of the Dao

Enveloped by explosions and thunderous roars within the ruined city of Fu Liang, all that remained was a landscape of ruins and bloodshed.

Figures staggered from the wreckage, their bodies in disarray yet their minds fixed on the task at hand. No one, old or young, chose to flee this terrifying battle but instead knelt in the debris, their bodies broken.

In their eyes, a fervent, almost sacred devotion burned, as if they were worshiping a divine force.

The purple light points emerged from their brows, the tangible manifestation of their unwavering faith.

A sea of belief converged, condensing into the void beside Liang Gongming, forming a vivid, lifelike spiritual form.

This scene of a sage revealing his divine power sent shockwaves through Fu Liang, as the city echoed with the thunderous cries of supplication.

"Dragon Tiger Believers, welcome the Heavenly Master's arrival!"

"Disciples, you failed to protect the sect, unworthy of the Heavenly Master's trust."

Liang Gongming's expression darkened, his posture collapsing as he knelt before Zhang Hixi in the air.

"Please, Heavenly Master, punish me!"

"You need not apologize, Liang. You did well."

Zhang Hixi's gentle voice soothed him, his eyes soft. "Your loyalty, the Heavenly Master understands."

Liang Gongming knelt, his body trembling with sobs.

Zhang Hixi nodded, then turned to Li Jun, who stood at a distance.

"Li Jun, we finally meet. The poor Taoist has long awaited this moment."

As they entered the Dragon Tiger Mountain, Li Jun finally faced the legendary leader of the Dao sect, whose name was said to have resurrected from the dead.

Though no battle had begun, Li Jun already felt an immense pressure pressing down on him, as if trying to crush him.

"Dao Sequence, the two Heavenly Lords."

Li Jun's chest burned with rage, his blood surging. His fists clenched suddenly, and two white dragons of pure energy erupted from his nostrils, condensing into a sharp, fierce energy in his palms, with sharp edges radiating from his shoulders. Black and red lightning danced around him, the space around him boiling violently, erupting in crackling sounds.

"Zhang Hixi, I've also longed to see you."

A violent, oppressive aura surged skyward, even dimming the stars.

Liang Gongming, still kneeling, suddenly looked up, his eyes filled with shock.

Only then did he grasp the terrifying nature of the figure before him.

Had it not been for his decisive act of destroying the Qingcheng Mountain's Daoist master's artifact, he might already be a cold corpse.

"Like a demon, like a beast. The sect's martial arts have evolved to this extent—truly astonishing."

Zhang Hixi's calm, composed demeanor contrasted sharply with Li Jun's fury. "Even a powerful realm three cultivator is but a fraction of what you are now. To challenge me, you're still far off."

"Really?"

Li Jun smirked, lightning flashing as his figure vanished.

"Li Jun, no matter what traps Zhang Fengyue set for you, your repeated offenses against the Dragon Tiger Dao Nation demand punishment."

Zhang Hixi smiled faintly. "Today, let you learn that mortal and immortal conflict is like a grasshopper challenging a tree."

Boom!

A pale lightning bolt struck three zhang away from Zhang Hixi, landing in empty space.

The next moment, Li Jun appeared there, the lightning that had seemed casual now crashing into his arms as he tried to block it.

This lightning, though smaller than before, was far more powerful, exceeding Li Jun's expectations and sending him flying.

Bang!

Li Jun's right foot struck the ground with a thunderous sound, halting his retreat.

His arms, shattered by the lightning, bled, and his elbows were raw. The residual blue electric arcs around him pulsed like a living thing, intertwining with the black and red lightning from his [Eight Directions Thunder].

Though brief, these minor injuries healed instantly, proving the celestial star trails in Zhang Hixi's hands had regained their threat.

What troubled Li Jun most was the sudden return of the locking sensation he had lost after cultivating [Meng Tian], now reappearing, making him feel like a moth on his back.

"Martial arts are mere human struggles, even refined to extremes, they are insignificant."

Zhang Hixi's voice was calm, his face as pale as jade, his gaze distant as if gazing at insects.

He raised his right hand, fingers splayed to block the sky, and a storm of lightning rained down.

Beyond the deafening thunder, the sky crackled with strange, monstrous sounds. The celestial star trails, already vast as the moon, grew larger at an alarming speed, as if a deity were plucking stars to cast them into the world.

A massive buoyancy enveloped Fu Liang City, as if an unseen ocean had submerged it. Debris floated in the air, creating an eerie spectacle that silenced the previous fervent cries.

Li Jun pushed through the terrifying lightning, his strength roaring as he closed the distance to Zhang Hixi, scattering his form into a cloud of purple light.

"Kill, but do not kill a sage. Do you understand?"

Li Jun was unprepared for this. Zhang Hixi's form reappeared, smiling.

What was this technique? A divine sense or spirit body? Physical force could not harm?

Damn, this was troublesome!

A warning suddenly surged in Li Jun's intuition. He looked up, and his mouth twitched in disbelief.

"Go to hell, Mei sequence!"

Above, the falling celestial star trails were no longer stars. They were massive swords, over ten zhang long, their blades engulfed in fierce flames, their tips radiating brilliant white light, shooting out even more violent sword beams.

Countless giant swords hung in the sky, and Li Jun's warning intensified.

The sword light struck him, yet he suddenly looked down at Fu Liang.

The devoted Dragon Tiger Believers knelt in the ruins, their faces hollow, as if their life force had been drained by the faith in their brows.

The falling sword light created deep craters, vaporizing anyone it touched into bloodstains, yet they showed no fear, as if resolved to die.

Such a scene Li Jun had seen many times in the mortal realm, but this was Jiangxi, not the mortal world! These were not the enslaved monks of the Buddha! The difference between Dao and Buddhism meant this should not occur here.

Moreover, the believers' eyes revealed despair and pain, contrasting with their outward devotion—clearly under control!

"Tian Tian?"

"Dream?"

Zhang Hixi listened to the faint, echoing waves, shook his head, and smiled. He pointed at the void before him, creating ripples.

The waves vanished, followed by a muffled groan of pain.

Zhou Si Jiu, you regard Huangliang as both father and mother, while I, the humble monk, see Huangliang as slave and servant; with the hierarchy set, how dare you lure me into a dream?

You, a petty remnant of the True Martial Arts.

Zhang Xiji's gaze swept, turning toward Chen Qisheng: "You dare to step into the Taoist realm of the Great Master, ignorant of life or death!"

Though the place where Chen Qisheng stood was not shrouded in sword qi, at the very moment the battle erupted, he felt the very heavens and earth erupting with an intense, unparalleled hostility; a colossal, mountain-like pressure surged from all directions, imprisoning him in midair, so that even the true qi within his body could not stir a single mote.

At that instant, Zhang Xiji's gaze fell upon him, and Chen Qisheng felt as if a thousand blades pierced his skull, crimson blood gushing from his seven orifices.

During the old and new war, the Great Master recalled the contributions of Wudang Mountain to the Taoist order, and thus granted them permission to leave a few living tombs for tribute; never did he expect that this would favor a traitor such as you.

Zhang Xiji said coldly: "Today, the Great Master has fully exorcised these old injustices, purging the Taoist order into tranquility!"

Boom!

A sword light, condensed like a pillar, shot forth from the heavens.

The piercing blaze illuminated Chen Qisheng's eyes, and a parade of furious faces flickered beneath them, among which stood Zhao Yandong and He Zhu, the very disciples of Wudang from yesteryear.

The Tiger-Lion sect, back then, was merely a dog at my Wudang feet; how dare you bluster before the master?

A traitor who abandoned loyalty; Zhang Xiji, do you dare tell the world the truth of those days?

Had the True Martial Arts not granted mercy, your path would have long since collapsed; how dare you invert truth here?

Thousands of voices mingled together, ultimately converging upon Chen Qisheng's mouth, forming a roar that echoed across heaven and earth.

Zhang Xiji, you slaughtered my Wudang; one day you shall repay your blood debt with blood!

Boom!

A piercing white light completely engulfed the area, and a violent explosion drowned the indelible scream.

Zhang Xiji, you filthy scoundrel who sits beneath a pile of shit, how dare you call yourself an immortal?

Light and shadow dimmed, and amid the swirling blue smoke a mocking laugh and curse echoed.

Zhang Xiji frowned, yet saw the figure in the blue smoke gradually come into focus—not Chen Qisheng, but Li Jun!

Clang!

A piercing sword cry exploded above his head; Zhang Xiji stared in astonishment, seeing a brilliant sword light and a resolute face.

The chaotic silhouettes vanished from Chen Qisheng's sight, replaced by boundless murderous intent.

At that moment, he had finally crossed into the third order, becoming the source of the old Taoist lineage, the true ruler of the True Martial Arts!

Sword light pierced his body, and the residual force continued, carving a narrow trench into the ground.

You, who call yourselves warriors, are truly like restless ghosts, utterly repulsive!

In the southwest sky, Zhang Xiji's voice rang again, as violet specks slowly traced a human silhouette, its solidification moving far slower than before.

The Great Master will bury all of you here today.

Before Zhang Xiji finished speaking, a fierce, fiery light swept across his front, piercing the boundless sky above his head.

Boom!

A colossal flying sword was pierced by a crimson light pillar, shattering into fragments that became fiery meteors, falling upon the city of Fuliang.

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