343: Seek the origin of the world! Return to the Tianwu realm!

Chapter 341: Scheming for the World’s Origin! Returning to Tianwu World!

“So it’s you, Lao Jiahuo (Old fellow)!”

“Lu Xuan!”

A roar full of hostility and disdain suddenly exploded, the sound waves carrying a strong scent of gunpowder.

In this vast Heaven, every Supreme Grandmaster was like a brilliant star, their renown having already spread throughout the nine provinces and four seas.

The every action of a Supreme Grandmaster could stir up monstrous waves in the world, causing countless Martial Artists to revere and look up to them.

And the identity carried by Lu Xuan, who appeared before everyone at this moment, was even more extraordinary.

He was the Grand Marshal of the Armed Forces of the Da Qian Dynasty, holding the highest position among officials, commanding a million elite soldiers.

A stomp of his foot could make mountains and rivers tremble; he was the undisputed pillar of the Da Qian Dynasty.

Among the Supreme Grandmasters of the four surrounding dynasties, many high-ranking officials had seen Lu Xuan’s true appearance from afar on various occasions.

“Hahahahahaha!”

Just as the atmosphere was tense and on the verge of exploding, the Emperor of the Tai Yu Dynasty suddenly threw his head back and laughed wildly, his laughter arrogant and unrestrained, echoing through the sky.

His narrowed eyes gleamed with contempt, and the curve of his lips was full of disdain.

His entire posture clearly regarded Lu Xuan as fish on a chopping board.

He completely disregarded this famous Great Qian Grand General as a worthy opponent.

It was as if the trap before him was nothing more than a farce.

Who would have thought that a hunched, white-haired, elderly Supreme Grandmaster would possess such courage?

Daring to set a trap and wait for forty-four Supreme Grandmasters to throw themselves into it.

This was probably the funniest joke in all the Heaven.

“I think you, Lao Jiahuo (Old fellow), have gone senile!”

The Tai Yu Emperor’s eyes flickered with cold light, a mocking curve played on his lips, and his tone was filled with undisguised contempt and disdain.

A chilling aura emanated from him, and on his gloomy face, a sinister expression, like heavy dark clouds, almost threatened to engulf people.

As soon as he finished speaking, the Tai Yu Emperor raised his hand and waved it fiercely, as if shooing away an insignificant ant.

“Kill them!”

“Find that peerless treasure blade!”

At the Tai Yu Emperor’s command, six Supreme Grandmasters of the Tai Yu Dynasty shot out like arrows from a bow.

Amidst the howling wind, floor tiles cracked inch by inch, debris flew from shattered pillars, and vermilion roof tiles burst apart like a downpour.

Six streaks of Gale Force, imbued with the might of thunder, mercilessly tore through the night, heading straight for Lu Xuan’s face.

Wherever they passed, the air boomed like thunder.

However—

Lu Xuan stood with his hands behind his back, not even moving his fingertips a fraction.

Those six terrifying Gale Force streaks, capable of splitting mountains and shattering rocks, suddenly froze three feet in front of Lu Xuan.

Then, like spring snow melting in warm sunlight, they silently dissipated into the void.

A sudden dead silence fell upon the surroundings.

“This… this is sorcery!”

Someone gasped in fright, their voice so broken it was almost inaudible.

Everyone’s pupils contracted sharply as they gazed at the unmoving figure, feeling a chill run from their tailbone to the top of their head.

The ultimate killing moves of six Supreme Grandmasters, before him, were like children’s playful splashes of water, casually brushed away!

Could such a feat truly be accomplished by human power?

Silence, like an iron curtain, enveloped the entire scene, with only heavy breathing echoing intermittently.

Everyone present was a renowned Supreme Grandmaster, yet no one dared to question this fact at this moment.

Who else could, like Lu Xuan before them, render destructive attacks into nothingness?

Fear, like a tide, washed over their hearts; the dozen or so Supreme Grandmasters behind exchanged terrified glances, a single thought exploding in their minds simultaneously.

Escape!

Must escape!

As the thought of escape arose, the Heaven and earth instantly widened!

A dozen figures, like startled birds, flickered, causing sharp whistling sounds as they darted in all directions.

They dared not make a sound, fearing they might alert Lu Xuan.

They only sought a glimmer of hope in the vast night.

However, just as these dozen Supreme Grandmasters flew to the front of the Lu Mansion.

The entire void suddenly cracked in a spiderweb pattern, and a bone-chilling pressure descended with a roar.

A giant golden tiger phantom emerged from nothingness, its ten-meter body blotting out the sky, its golden vertical pupils exuding an overbearing dominance that looked down upon all creation.

The tiger’s roar shattered the clouds, and wherever the sound wave passed, the air exploded with dazzling golden light.

This king of beasts stood high above, its golden vertical pupils sweeping over the Lu Mansion, its body surrounded by a soul-stirring pressure, as if it were the master of this Heaven and earth.

Those Supreme Grandmasters, fleeing for their lives, instantly felt as if they had fallen into an ice cellar, freezing in place.

An invisible yet mountain-heavy force pressed down from the sky, firmly restraining their bodies.

Some tried to struggle, but found they couldn’t even move a single finger.

It was as if they were bound by invisible chains, or facing the weight of the entire vast Heaven and earth.

Despair and fear surged in their eyes; only then did they realize—they had long become trapped beasts under the golden tiger phantom’s claw.

The dead air was suddenly torn by a sharp, angry roar.

Several pale-faced Supreme Grandmasters stumbled back half a step.

They clenched their trembling hands, knuckles white from exertion, but their eyes could not hide their deep fear.

“You, Lao Jiahuo (Old fellow), are you human or ghost?!”

The Tai Yu Emperor, who had just been arrogant, became flustered and panicked, as if he too feared Lu Xuan before him.

This cry echoed the sentiments of everyone present, reverberating through the empty Lu Mansion.

In the dead silence, a broken gasp suddenly erupted: “This power… it’s the power of Heaven and earth!”

Someone looked at the faint golden glow around Lu Xuan, their Adam’s apple bobbing violently, their pupils shrinking to pinpricks.

That was clearly a sign of invoking the mighty power of Heaven and earth, surpassing the limits attainable by Mortals.

“You are a Red Dust Immortal!”

The Emperor of Qing Tian stumbled back half a step, his golden imperial crown shaking violently, his pale face appearing greenish-gray in the moonlight.

His voice was laced with ice, each word seemingly squeezed through gritted teeth.

This emperor, revered by the world as the most powerful, now had fingers trembling uncontrollably.

A Red Dust Immortal, that was a legendary existence capable of invoking the mighty power of Heaven and earth, capable of changing Heaven and earth with a mere gesture.

And such a mighty figure was standing alive before them!

The Emperor of Qing Tian’s six words were like a heavy hammer, shattering the courage of everyone present.

Despair washed over everyone’s hearts; some collapsed to their knees, their weapons clattering to the ground.

Some had twisted expressions, but even the courage to flee was completely crushed.

Who, in this Heaven and earth, could contend with a Red Dust Immortal?

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Twenty springs and autumns passed in a flash, like a fleeting white steed.

At this moment, it was the tenth year of the Xuán Míng Imperial Dynasty’s founding.

Recalling those years, the Lu Family raised their battle banner, leading a million tiger-wolf soldiers to sweep across the four seas, their iron hooves shattering the barriers of the four directions.

After ten years of conquest, Lu Jinyun and the others had overthrown the four great dynasties, ending a long period of division and reuniting the mountains and rivers.

From then on, the four seas became their home, and Heaven was unified.

The name “Xuán Míng Imperial Dynasty” had a profound Origin.

It was derived from the name of the founding holy ancestor, Emperor Lu Xuan.

The character “Xuán” inherited the great power of the Holy Ancestor, while “Míng” carried deep meaning.

It was intended to inspire future generations to emulate the Holy Ancestor Emperor, to govern with benevolence, to benefit the people with clear governance, and to let the light of holy virtue forever shine upon the human world.

However, this Xuán Míng Imperial Dynasty held a peculiar secret.

Although it bore the name of the Holy Ancestor Emperor, for a full twenty years, the Holy Ancestor Emperor Lu Xuan had never revealed his true appearance to the world.

Throughout the court, all state affairs were overseen by Crown Prince Lu Jinyun.

Additionally, there were three other princes who diligently assisted, namely Lu Jinhua and his two brothers.

The four brothers worked together, and indeed, they managed the vast Imperial Dynasty, causing it to flourish.

However, the figure of the Holy Ancestor Emperor Lu Xuan remained a mystery lingering in everyone’s hearts.

The soaring eaves of the Xuán Míng Imperial Palace pierced the twilight, its Foundation resting upon the ruins of the former Da Qian Imperial Palace.

The shattered vermilion beams of yesteryear transformed into new glazed tiles.

Upon the overgrown ruins, magnificent palaces rose from the ground.

The new Dynasty chose this site not for its awe-inspiring majesty to intimidate the four directions, but to be closer to the Holy Ancestor Emperor.

As the last ray of sunset sank behind the palace walls, the Grand Hall of Pilgrimage shed its daytime solemnity.

Gilded candelabras flickered in the crosscurrents, their swaying light casting vivid reflections on the scales of the dragon-coiled pillars.

Lu Jinyun wore a four-clawed dragon robe embroidered with gold thread, its subtle patterns at the hem rippling like surging rivers, shimmering with faint golden light as he moved.

Lu Jinhua and the three other princes wore three-clawed python robes, their jade belts adorned with green jade, which glowed with a cold, ethereal light in the shadows.

The four sat on the floor, their dragon and python robes trailing on the ground.

In a trance, it felt as if they were back in their childhood, curled up at their Father’s knees, listening to him recount the warm tales of the Tiger Split Blade Technique.

“Second Brother, it’s already been twenty years…”

Lu Chang suddenly spoke, his fingers repeatedly caressing the gold threads on his dragon robe.

His temples were streaked with white, and the wrinkles around his eyes etched with the twenty years of courtly storms.

Yet, with the circulation of his profound Internal Energy, his aura remained as sharp and restrained as in his prime.

The candlelight flickered, illuminating the concern in his eyes: “Father, I wonder how he is doing.”

Twenty springs and autumns were enough to dye youthful hair with frost.

Lu Jinhua looked at the similar brows and eyes of his three younger brothers, and suddenly thought of his own face in the mirror.

Although they were all past sixty, the nourishment of their vast Internal Energy still gave them the heroic spirit of someone in their forties or fifties.

But whenever night fell and silence reigned, he would always recall the night before Father went into seclusion.

At that time, Heaven and earth changed color, and Lu Xuan invoked immense power, pushing all four of them directly to the Supreme Grandmaster Realm.

Vast spiritual energy of Heaven and earth, like surging tides, poured into their Meridians, a burning pain spreading from the depths of their bones to every inch of their skin.

Until they broke through the Bottleneck of the Supreme Grandmaster.

“Jinyun, Jinhua, Jin…”

Four familiar calls echoed thunderously within the vast Grand Hall of Pilgrimage.

The gilded candlelight suddenly shot up three inches, twisting the shadows on the dragon-coiled pillars into grotesque shapes.

The gold threads on the dragon robe in Lu Jinyun’s hand suddenly felt hot, and he abruptly looked up.

He saw a dark-robed figure stepping through the moonlight at the hall’s threshold, and as his robe swept the ground, it left faint golden patterns on the bricks.

Father, unseen for twenty years, now stood tall and straight like a green pine.

His formerly frosty temples had turned into ink-black hair, and his wrinkle-free face was almost eerily youthful, clearly resembling a young man of twenty-odd years.

Only his eyes remained as deep as an abyss, flowing with a pressure that made Heaven and earth tremble.

“Father, you!”

Lu Jinyun and the other three erupted simultaneously, streaks of strong wind tearing through the air.

In but an instant, all four of them were kneeling in unison behind Lu Xuan.

Lu Xuan stood with his hands behind his back, facing away from Lu Jinyun and the others, the silken cords of his flowing robe swaying without wind.

“Human-Heaven transformation, shattering the void.”

His voice seemed to carry the sound of ten thousand mountain pines, and also the rhythm of the stars’ movement.

“From now on, everything will be up to you.”

Before his words faded, Lu Chang suddenly noticed that the floor tiles beneath Father’s feet were cracking at a visible rate.

Where the spiderweb-like patterns spread, the incredibly sturdy bricks turned into fine golden powder.

“I am leaving.”

These words struck like a bolt from the blue.

Lu Jinyun abruptly looked up, just catching the afterimage of Father’s turning robe.

Within that afterimage, visions of inverted mountains and rivers, and the sun and moon shining together, actually appeared.

Before they could speak, a dazzling light bloomed from Lu Xuan’s palm.

A golden treasure blade slowly rose.

Within the circulating glow of the blade, the faint afterimages of nine giant tigers could be seen, each tiger devouring the elemental energy of Heaven and earth.

“This blade can be triggered nine times.”

Lu Xuan flicked the back of the blade, and the clear resonant sound made the luminous pearls on the dome tremble.

As soon as his voice fell, Lu Xuan’s figure transformed into myriad golden lights.

The golden treasure blade floated in mid-air, and a dazzling light suddenly burst from its body, illuminating the astonished and sorrowful faces of the four brothers.

High above the Nine Heavens, countless golden light points converged, forming Lu Xuan’s body.

Host: Celestial Immortal Lu Xuan (First Life)

Realm: Celestial (Perfected)

Cultivation Technique: Tiger Split Blade Technique 30/9

Points: 20 million

The Realm of Human-Heaven Unity.

When Lu Xuan completely stepped into the Human-Heaven Unity Realm, his body possessed power as vast as the sea.

This power was endless, as if it was born with Heaven and earth, and shone with the sun and moon.

He slightly narrowed his eyes, myriad starlight flowing within them, seemingly capable of penetrating the mysteries of time and space.

Although the Celestial Realm was far stronger than the Profound Void True Lord of the Tianwu World, it was slightly inferior to the Earth Venerable Realm Master.

But it was enough!

Lu Xuan looked at the void before him; he had not come here aimlessly.

From the moment he stepped into the Celestial Realm, Lu Xuan sensed the world’s malice towards him.

Unlike the subtle resistance of the Tianwu World, the malice here had solidified.

Like an invisible giant hand, it searched back and forth in the void for Lu Xuan’s traces.

Attempting to expel him, or destroy him on the spot!

Thinking of this, Lu Xuan’s lips curved into a confident smile, and the power of the Celestial surged from his body.

In an instant, the previously dead silent sky exploded, and ten thousand feet of lightning poured down from the Nine Heavens.

Purple lightning dragons weaved and roared around Lu Xuan, forming an impenetrable cage of lightning.

The will of this world was giving Lu Xuan two choices.

Either choose to shatter the void and leave here.

Or perish under the myriad Lightning Tribulations!

“Good timing!”

Lu Xuan laughed up to the sky, his eyes gleaming brightly as he suddenly extended his right hand, reaching directly for the purplish-golden lightning that flickered at the core of the thunder storm.

And this was precisely the power of the world’s Origin, condensed into lightning power!

It was also Lu Xuan’s ultimate goal, for which he did not hesitate to venture into danger and provoke the world’s will!

Boom! Boom boom!

The boundless void suddenly twisted, and the original lightning cage instantly transformed into a surging sea of thunder.

Tens of thousands of lightning pillars descended from the sky, converging at Lu Xuan’s feet into a purplish-golden ocean.

Every ray of lightning carried the power of Laws that could destroy everything; wherever it passed, space shattered inch by inch, and time itself froze.

The world’s will had been completely enraged by Lu Xuan’s actions; it wanted to annihilate this person who dared to steal the world’s Origin into nothingness.

However, before the lightning sea descended, Lu Xuan had already abandoned this Physical Body.

The Red Dust Immortal’s soul escaped, tearing through the endless void, and returned to the Tianwu World!