49: Chapter 49 The Immortal Lord's Words Rift Valley

Just as Shen Moyan was falling, he suddenly noticed something.

He focused his perception on the sea area a hundred miles away.

In the distance, it seemed as if something formidable was approaching.

"Look! Who is he?!"

"It's Immortal Master Qingshui! Jiang Qingshui!"

"Is he crazy? A Purple Mansion True Man, daring to participate in a battle between True Monarchs?"

Amidst the exclamations of the Cultivators, Jiang Qingshui made his appearance.

Stepping on towering waves and wrapped in a storm, he headed straight for the blue-clothed man.

Under the curious gazes of the Cultivators and True Monarchs, Jiang Qingshui let out a sky-shaking roar:

"Old man Zheng Quan! You killed my clansman and destroyed my home."

"Ranching all living beings and drowning all spirits in the sea, your crimes are monstrous!"

At first, the onlookers felt it was inexplicable. How could a Purple Mansion threaten a Guizang Realm Cultivator, especially one who was a quasi-supreme Great Grandmaster of the Array Dao like Wild Goose Formation True Monarch?

In everyone's sight, Jiang Qingshui struck his chest, and his aura suddenly withered, like a skyscraper collapsing.

"What is he doing?"

"He sacrificed his Purple Mansion!"

Then, Jiang Qingshui tremblingly pulled out a golden plaque from his sleeve.

"That's the Holy Court Gold Token of the Jiang Family from Langya Prefecture!" a Cultivator recognized it and cried out in surprise.

"With the Yao Race invasion, hasn't the Jiang Family been nearly wiped out? What use is the Holy Court's gold plaque now?"

A majestic Dao Rhyme dissipated as Jiang Qingshui propped up his crumbling Dharma body and pressed the golden Holy Court Gold Token onto the nine songs seal on the back of his hand.

A Holy Court Gold Token was only bestowed by the Xuanhuang Emperor Lord when a Family or individual made an indelible contribution to the Shanhai Realm.

It was equivalent to a death exemption gold plaque; as long as the Holy Court did not fall, the Family or individual possessing the plaque would receive preferential treatment and even favor from the world's Luck.

Once Jiang Qingshui sacrificed that Holy Court Gold Token, the preferential treatment from heaven, earth, and the Holy Court for the Jiang Family would cease to exist.

"Old man Zheng Quan, you take advantage of these troubled times when the Holy Court cannot judge you and True Monarch Divine Abilities cannot take you, then..."

"I shall do it personally!"

"Today, I, Jiang Qingshui, have one final technique. I invite you all to witness it!"

Jiang Qingshui raised his hand high above his head.

On the back of his hand, the brightness of the nine Xuan Bird imprints suddenly surged!

Four, five, six, seven... eight!!

"With my rhyme, I offer to Xuanhuang; with my soul, I pray to summon Nine Songs!"

"Immortal Lord, please enter my body!"

Jiang Qingshui chanted loudly, his voice shaking the surroundings.

Starting from his fingertips, his body transformed inch by inch into brilliant and ethereal points of light, dissipating into the world.

"Is he dead?"

Just as the living beings were feeling bewildered by his actions, the water-blue-clothed Wild Goose Formation True Monarch had already turned pale. He quickly summoned his trump card, the Array Crown, and immediately fled for his life.

The nascent soul dao fruit was still near the dao transmission stele. Forcible seizure carried the risk of Heavenly Punishment, but what was that compared to his own life?

"Wanting to run?" True Lord Mingxuan instantly appeared by his side and swung a sword strike, but it was successfully blocked by the other's Array Crown.

In the next moment, the movements of both men suddenly froze.

The entire Langya Prefecture fell into a dead silence.

"That is..."

A pair of eyes as bright as the sun opened above the azure clouds, looking down upon all living beings.

Summoning Dharma Image: Nine Songs Wenchang Immortal Lord!

Shen Moyan, who was falling in the air, turned his head and met those eyes devoid of joy or sorrow.

The Immortal Lord commands, let all living beings listen!

A voice rang out in his mind, and simultaneously in the ears of all Cultivators.

[The Great Dao is vast; all living beings hold it to live.]

Centering on the Stone Rubbing of the origin dao preaching stele, a force of vitality spread out. Except for Shen Moyan, the other Cultivators with decaying skins instantly regained their youth, their skin becoming full and their flesh restored.

[The Nine Songs are long; all spirits achieve through persistence.]

A burst of flame erupted from the chests of the Cultivators fighting bloody battles against the Yao Race across Langya Prefecture. Their mana was restored, their severed limbs reconnected, and they returned to their Peak state.

"Is this an Immortal?"

"Or... a Xian?"

Shen Moyan, whose Physical Body was damaged, struggled to open his eyes as the true blood of the heavenly demon within him boiled.

The Nine Songs Dharma Image spoke with heavenly authority, its words becoming Law.

Reversing life and death with a single word—truly an existence that carries the Dao through writing.

"Heh..." Shen Moyan sneered.

The Dharma Image slightly opened its mouth. There was no deafening sound, yet it seemed as if maxims containing supreme Laws were branded directly between heaven and earth:

[Calamitous Sea: Dry Up]

As soon as the words were spoken, the vast ocean covering Langya Prefecture was swallowed by an invisible mouth, as if scorched by a scorching sun for a thousand years. The water level dropped at a frantic speed visible to the naked eye!

The surging waves instantly calmed, and the turbid flood transformed into endless water vapor rising up, revealing the muddy and broken earth below.

The Yao Beasts hidden beneath the sea surface showed expressions of astonishment.

They had not expected their arrangements to be discovered in such a way.

One moment it was a flooded land of hundreds of millions of miles, and the next it revealed the parched bottom of the abyss, with even the remaining puddles rapidly disappearing.

The Dharma Image spoke again:

[Mythical Tree: Sever]

The target was aimed directly at the charred remains of the Human-Faced Fruit Tree, which was still trying to take root and take Rebirth, emitting an ominous red light.

As the words became Law, a sharp, invisible force that seemed capable of dividing space appeared out of thin air above the demon tree's massive trunk and tangled root system.

It slashed through from top to bottom, silently!

That giant Mythical Tree, comparable to a mountain range, along with the earth veins it was deeply rooted in, was sliced cleanly into two halves, the cut as smooth as a mirror.

Space was torn apart, emitting eerie fluctuations.

Wild Goose Formation True Monarch's eyes narrowed. Without hesitation, he immediately leapt into the rift.

If he didn't jump, the Dharma Image's next words would have been 'Zheng Quan: Die.'

Seeing this, True Lord Mingxuan's eyes narrowed slightly.

It seemed this fellow still had a trump card!

"Zheng Quan! Where do you think you're going!"

He followed closely behind, jumping into the shattered spatial rift together.

In the sky, the eyes of the Dharma Image did not seem to care about the escaping Zheng Quan and Gao Sheng.

Its eyes held no emotion as they faintly swept over the devastated land, falling upon the Yao Race army still rampaging in the distance across Langya Prefecture:

[Demons: Sink]

Before the words had even faded, the earth let out a groan of being overburdened!

Where the demon tree had been severed, the ground suddenly collapsed downward. Then, a bottomless Rift Valley spread forward at an incredible speed, tearing the earth apart!

The edges of the Rift Valley were neat and steep, cutting through from east to west, as if a wound that could not heal had been forcibly torn into the earth by a supreme Divine Power.

A chasm-like Rift Valley now lay across the front.

The entire Yao Race army felt an extremely strong sense of threat and retreated repeatedly, staying away from that Rift Valley.

But it was too late. A powerful suction erupted from the valley, dragging the Great Yao into the depths and completely suppressing them!

"This is... the Rift Valley?!!"

Shen Moyan's eyes instantly became clear.

So the great Rift Valley he had once climbed step by step was formed this way.

The surviving Cultivators stood dazed, gazing at the scene that had changed the world in an instant, speechless for a long time.

Before this vast immortal might, everyone, including the Guizang Cultivators, was as lowly as ants.

The sky-propping Dharma Image's eyes turned and fixed upon the falling Shen Moyan.

"Final..."

Shen Moyan's mind shook violently. He shouted inwardly, his gaze resolute and determined.

Without any hesitation, Shen Moyan used all his strength to decisively throw the nascent soul dao fruit in his hand toward the Dharma Image.

"It's the nascent soul dao fruit!"

The Cultivators watched the flying meteor, their faces filled with greed.

The Immortal Lord Dharma Image's gaze was attracted for a moment by the flying nascent soul dao fruit.

It seemed a bit surprised that Shen Moyan would hand over the nascent soul dao fruit so easily, and the heavenly words in its mouth slowed by a beat.

[Heavenly Demon...]

"...Stroke!"

As I Have Written successfully flipped open, the sound of rustling pages drifted through the void.

Everything around began to flow backward—the white mist, the Rift Valley, the terrified Yao Race, and the greedy Cultivators all faded away one by one.

[Hmm]?

In the vanishing scenery, the Nine Songs Wenchang Immortal Lord's eyes turned.

Its gaze became vivid, no longer devoid of joy or sorrow, but rich with thought and full of emotion.

That emotion was exactly surprise.

Shen Moyan met its gaze, his own eyes equally surprised, until everything dimmed and his vision disappeared.

[End of this world, Zhipan, Final Stroke]

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