Chapter 184 The Beginning

Qingmu Sword Sect, Mu Shen Palace.

As the highest inheritance site of the entire sword sect, it is also the safest place in the sect.

The head of the sword sect inherits the name of the sect, just like the Nameless Sword Sect. No matter what his Daoist name was before, he can now be called Qingmu Zhenren (Purewood Perfected Person).

From the outside, he is a tall, thin Daoist with a pitch-black face, draped in a wide blue Daoist robe, and wearing a skull jade Taiji crown.

In the resplendent Mu Shen Palace, just sitting cross-legged can make people feel a sense of majesty and solemnity.

*Crack.*

A bolt of lightning suddenly flashed across the sky outside.

The lightning was not blue-purple, but pure white.

Pure white lightning suddenly burst open in the cloudless sky, almost splitting the entire blue sky in two, dyeing everything with a momentary snow-white.

"It's starting again."

"This is the destiny you cannot escape." Inside the Shen Palace, opposite Qingmu Zhenren, the only giant golden statue, more than ten meters high, suddenly spoke.

The alloy statue, like a Taoist Celestial Venerable, was obviously made of extremely hard material, but it spoke like an ordinary person, as if it were alive.

"Again and again... I'm tired of it." Qingmu Zhenren sighed.

"But you can't escape." The statue said.

"Perhaps the Demon Emperor has a way. This time, according to their plan, maybe we can succeed..." Qingmu Zhenren flicked his fingers, gently turning a string of sandalwood beads placed in front of him.

"It's useless. No matter how we change, we can't escape our destined fate. That shackle cannot be broken. The only thing we can do is prolong it," the statue sighed.

"I understand. But if we can slightly weaken that Huo Qingkong... in the end, maybe we can see a glimmer of hope," Qingmu Zhenren said in a deep voice.

"He is the original body, the only immortal. No matter how he is killed, he will constantly reappear in different ways. And the next time will be even more cruel and violent... What you are doing is meaningless," the statue said in a low voice.

"Yes... meaningless. Just prolonging our lives." Qingmu Zhenren sighed.

He and the statue still had a trace of previous memories, not much, but enough for them to know the ultimate form of Huo Qingkong in the future.

That terrifying form is the source of all destruction, the source of all restarts.

"Let it be... Destiny is like this. The will of Heaven cannot be changed." The statue's voice gradually weakened, and it stopped speaking.

In a trance, the light and shadow flashed.

It seemed to have suddenly turned into a real dead object, and its lips seemed to have never opened and closed.

Leaving Qingmu Zhenren sitting quietly, motionless like a withered tree.

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Years Gate.

Snow Mountain Peak.

Headmaster Qingyang Zhenren quietly looked at the vast snow mountain in the distance.

"It's that time again." She sighed softly.

She also saw the scene of pale lightning streaking across the sky.

"If this is destiny, we should all comply with it. Resistance is meaningless." The direction she was looking at was clearly the Nameless Sword Sect.

*Whoosh.*

A blurry old Daoist figure suddenly appeared a few meters behind her out of thin air.

The figure was draped in a strange Daoist robe covered with human faces. It was none other than Saint Spirit Daoist, who should have been quietly cultivating in the Nameless Great Hall.

"How can we know if we can escape if we don't try?" Saint Spirit said in a deep voice.

"You used him as a base, and even changed the name of the technique, constructing a huge sect out of thin air, in order to connect with his heart and cultivate his good thoughts. Now, as long as good and evil merge, and good thoughts dilute evil thoughts, maybe we can improve everything. But have you ever thought... If it doesn't succeed, those good thoughts will also turn into help," Qingyang Zhenren said worriedly.

"It's just death." Saint Spirit Daoist said lightly.

"Death and death are different. Maybe next time, you will have no memory echoes at all," Qingyang said.

"Just like Yuheng... Isn't it also quite good? Sometimes, not knowing anything is a kind of happiness." Saint Spirit was still calm.

He had tried his best.

Nameless Scholar, this once extremely evil, cruel, and destructive demon of world destruction, who only had extreme pure malice, had now been guided by him step by step to generate good thoughts, and even now, there was a greater chance of success appearing.

Being able to do this, no one could say he was wrong.

"If good and evil merge in advance, and if it succeeds in diluting the extreme evil, perhaps everything can also extend the time limit. Therefore, we can only hope that the Demon Emperor succeeds." He stroked his beard, and together with Qingyang, looked at the distant sky, falling into silence.

This is a play, a play that everyone is acting in carefully. There may be life and death, but it is only a matter of time.

Those who wake up earlier look at those who are still immersed, sighing or reaching out, but they cannot change the final destined fate.

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Black Mist Sea.

In the area where Li Cheng Yi was located, the black rift had expanded and grown from a few meters high to more than ten meters.

Rainbow-like flower light bands were deeply rooted in the depths of the rift, constantly pulling something out of it.

The light bands constantly showed cracks, but they were quickly repaired and supplemented by the flower energy released from Li Cheng Yi's body.

This was a tug-of-war.

The evil flower was constantly trying to pull back the past from the rift.

But countless hatred, pain, madness, violence, desperately stopped it, stopping the terrifying existence that once slaughtered countless dead corners from descending again.

Inside the Primordial Spirit Sword Palace.

Li Cheng Yi held the black book, and the aura on his body was rapidly rising.

This improvement was quite strange. Clearly, his original cultivation speed should be one seal per year, and the further he went, the slower the improvement would be.

Both the Saint Spirit Art and the Nameless Sword Art only began to condense Primordial Seals at the fourth level, especially the Seven Intents Saint Spirit Art, which also required finding a holy infant to determine the positive corresponding to the evil, in order to reverse the backlash effect. Such a speed was even slower.

But at this time, under the doubled effect of the Snow Lotus Flower Language passive, his speed of understanding was actually much faster than before.

‘Just improving comprehension has such a strong effect?’ Li Cheng Yi didn't believe it. Even if comprehension was doubled, cultivation still needed to be accumulated bit by bit. It needed to rely on the body's recovery ability and the accumulation of time, absorbing the essence of the outside world to slowly condense.

He put down the black book, looked around, and suddenly his heart skipped a beat.

The entire sword palace seemed to have turned into pure silver, and silver flowers were blooming everywhere in the corners.

Those clusters and patches of silver flowers, like wind chimes, swayed slightly, jingling in the wind.

Li Cheng Yi stood up and gently walked down the steps.

Dense silver flowers also grew on the side of the steps. As he walked past, the breeze caused these small flowers to make wind chime-like sounds.

Walking to the center of the palace, Li Cheng Yi suddenly looked up. A large hole had been opened in the dome above.

A beam of snow-white moonlight shone down, falling on him.

The moonlight was like sand, falling down, weaving into a wide white cloak behind him.

Silver patterns lit up and went out on the cloak, as if it contained all the patterns of the twelve flowers.

The cloak fell to the ground, dragging on the ground, and a golden edge appeared as the end.

The wisteria flower scale helmet on Li Cheng Yi's body suddenly scattered, revealing his original face.

He looked up and forward, looking at the gate of the Primordial Spirit Sword Palace.

The door slowly opened, and countless complex and gorgeous silver patterns spread from outside the door, along the ground, walls, and ceiling, rapidly transforming the originally simple palace into a noble, ancient, delicate twelve-flower pattern divine palace.

The spreading silver patterns were like the foam of the sea, slowly and firmly passing under Li Cheng Yi's feet.

The foam touched Li Cheng Yi's purple wisteria flower scale leg armor, like dye, turning the hard armor of the flower scale clothes silver from the toes upwards.

*Whoosh.*

The silver completely dyed and transformed Li Cheng Yi's entire body, and also untied his bound long hair, scattering it backwards.

Black hair turned silver-white, scattered behind him with the cloak.

Li Cheng Yi seemed unaware, raising his foot and walking towards the gate step by step.

He could feel that something was calling, reaching out its only arm towards him in the endless darkness outside the door.

*Tap.*

*Tap.*

*Tap.*

*Whoosh.*

A gust of wind blew from outside the door.

The wind carried countless sharp, harsh, painful howls, and the hatred in the sound was like substance.

But at the same time, all the silver flowers in the palace gently swayed in the wind, turning these harsh noises into thick and vast music.

Countless pains and howls seemed to have turned into countless accompaniments, as if celebrating and cheering for the reappearance of the new king.

A faint floral fragrance gradually rose in the wind.

The twelve kinds of floral fragrances mixed together, turning into a strong but not sweet and greasy wonderful scent.

Li Cheng Yi walked forward step by step. When he was three steps away from the gate, he stopped.

It wasn't that he didn't want to continue, but that he couldn't continue.

In front of him, there seemed to be a wall, extremely hard, preventing him from moving forward.

Lowering his head, he saw a line of text slowly appearing on the ground.

‘All things are evil. Only extreme evil can breed the most extreme beauty.’

‘Only by enduring extreme evil can you unfold the original soil and breed the most beautiful flower. Are you ready?’

Who left the text?

Thoughts flashed through Li Cheng Yi's mind, but having reached this point, no matter what happened, he would inevitably have to go down.

Perhaps it was a message from the previous Flower King.

As for preparation.

‘I have never hesitated from the beginning.’ Li Cheng Yi's eyes were firm, and he took another step forward.

*Hiss.*

The line of text suddenly turned into ashes and disappeared.

There was no longer any obstruction in front of him, and he left the gate alone, walking out of the sword palace.

Outside the door, a blurry, pure white, heavy armor was slowly approaching from the distant darkness.

It wore an incomparably gorgeous and majestic crown. The pure white sharp thorns above the crown bent backwards, extending and turning into densely packed slender horns, woven into a thick braid, hanging behind it.

At the center of the crown's brow, a silver light shone brightly, the only light in the entire armor.

Li Cheng Yi looked up at it.

The armor was slender and well-proportioned, with pure white wings like dragonflies behind it.

A somewhat incomplete white giant disc floated behind it, with twelve flower god grid positions vaguely visible on it.

The size of the disc could almost cover the entire armor, slowly rotating in the darkness, making a cracking noise that was overwhelmed.

In the darkness, the armor slowly raised its hand, reaching towards him.

Li Cheng Yi also raised his hand, corresponding to the hand facing him.

The distance between the two was getting closer and closer extremely slowly.

*Chih!!*

Outside, in the Black Mist Sea.

On the Origin Island where Li Cheng Yi was located, an invisible wave suddenly spread out.

The wave was not in real space, did not belong to any substantial physical wave, nor was it thought or spirit.

No one noticed.

The speed of the wave was extremely fast, far exceeding dozens of times the speed of sound, equal to the speed of light. In the blink of an eye, it crossed and covered the entire Black Mist Sea, and continued to spread to the outer regions further away, such as Pangguang.

After the wave passed, everything seemed to have not changed, nothing had happened.

But in the Black Mist Sea closest to Li Cheng Yi, the thick black mist within a hundred miles was gradually becoming even darker.

The sunlight, which could still penetrate part of it, could no longer pierce and illuminate the interior under the thicker black mist.

(End of this chapter)