Chapter 478: Chapter 433, Unity of the Hundred Schools, Civilization Sword
Xu Fu laughed heartily and said, "You think you can suppress Orochi, what a delusion!"
"The Tao that can be spoken is not the eternal Tao; The name that can be named is not the eternal name. The nameless is the origin of Heaven and Earth; The named is the mother of all things."
"Vast and boundless, the quiet Tao; dim and silent, the vast void. With intrinsic nature so clear and unmoving, the essence and heart are tranquil, the one true sect."
"Qian propels changes, each affirming its nature and life, preserving the great harmony, only then can it benefit determination."
Suddenly, the chanting of three Taoists resounded between Heaven and Earth, as they rode their mounts through the clouds, their mounts being a tiger, a sheep, and a deer.
All the Hundred Schools’ Sect Leaders and Orochi turned their heads to look.
Xu Fu exclaimed in shock, "The Three Pure Ones!"
Among the Hundred Schools, none are more feared by Xu Fu and the Yin Yang School than the Three Pure Ones Temple Master. The Three Pure Ones Temple Master commands all the Taoist sects, controls all cultivators, holds immense power, and possesses extraordinary skills, incomparable to any others.
Xu Fu clutched the Divine Sword in his hand tightly, steadied his mind, and shouted loudly, "Hasn’t Taoism already transcended the Hundred Schools? Do you also intend to meddle in mundane affairs now?"
The Ancestor of Taiqing Temple chuckled and said, "There’s no need for us to intervene, the Hundred Schools alone are enough to suppress this Qi Fortune Demon Beast."
Yuqing Temple said, "The Hundred Schools represent the light of Human Clan’s civilization, guided by Human Clan."
The Master of Shangqing Temple surveyed the sect leaders of the Hundred Schools and said, "The combined force of the Hundred Schools can direct the trend of the Human Clan, thereby influencing the Destiny of the Human Clan."
After this, the masters of the Three Pure Ones Temple rode their three Spiritual Beasts, turned towards the West, riding through the clouds and vanished in the blink of an eye, arriving and leaving abruptly.
Master, as if struck by a thought, suddenly emitted a milky white flame from his body. Within the flames, the Master slowly faded and disappeared, leaving behind only a fluttering light. The chanting of the Analects echoed between Heaven and Earth; characters emerged within the light, drifting towards the void—this was the fire of Confucian civilization.
The other Hundred Schools’ Sect Leaders also experienced a sudden epiphany, each surrounded by flames representing their own schools: Legalist flames swirled with Legal Codes; Mo School flames drifted with Mo Scriptures; Military School flames circled with Military Art. And within the flames of the other schools, their respective thoughts and writings endlessly intertwined—this was the fire of Hundred Schools’ civilization, and the fire of Human Clan’s civil path.
On Orochi, Xu Fu instinctively felt a bad omen. Perhaps the words of the Three Pure Ones Temple Master were true. He immediately shouted, "Orochi, suppress them at once!"
He leapt off Orochi and landed on the altar below, a sense of worry rising within him.
With a roar, Orochi sprang into action, its massive body charging towards a flame like a black lightning bolt.
Boom! Orochi’s huge body immediately shattered more than ten flames, its immense form coiling around a fiery volcano, nestled among rolling volcanic ashes.
The shattered flames reassembled quickly. The seeds of the Hundred Schools’ civilization quickly gathered in the high skies, merging to form a Divine Sword—this sword was the Sword of Civilization’s Inheritance, adorned with numerous saintly writings shining forth, illuminating the entirety of Fusang.
Below, Xu Fu’s heart skipped a beat, feeling that this sword could indeed restrain the Guardian National Divine Beast—it must not be allowed to succeed, he is destined to be Shenwu Emperor. With a roar, he commanded, "Heavenly Cluster Cloud Sword, strike!"
Immediately, he soared into the air, his Longsword slashing down at the Sword of Civilization with incredible speed!
A bright streak flashed across the sky, Xu Fu landed on the opposite side, half of his sword spinning high in the air and falling, clang~ it embedded into the mountain rock.
Looking down at the half-shattered sword in his hand, Xu Fu felt a shudder of shock—how could it be? This is the Qin King Sword! How could it crumble so easily?
High above, the Divine Sword of Civilization surged forward, shooting toward Orochi. Its speed was not fast, but it was capable of sealing the heavens and locking the earth, inescapable.
"Roar~" Orochi lets out a furious roar from its eight heads, each mouth emitting a blood-red beam aimed at the Civilization Sword.
The Civilization Sword, gleaming with the wisdom of sages, cuts through the eight blood-red beams like slicing through bamboo and strikes Orochi continuously, splashing the blood-red light like fireworks.
Xu Fu’s eyes widen, a sudden hope flickering through his mind as he yells urgently, "Agreed, I agree! All the Merit Coins are yours, Jin Chanzi, make your move now!"
Below, upon the altar, the laid-back Jin Chanzi’s eyes light up with the prospect of business, transforming into a streak of light soaring into the sky.
Suddenly, a silver light shoots down from the sky, clanging as it collides with the golden light, sending ripples sweeping out. The golden light flies back revealing Jin Chanzi’s form, who staggers backward.
The silver light, whirling upwards, is caught by Yang Jian in the Heavenly Court, clad in Divine Armor with his cape billowing, exuding majesty and heroic charm.
In the distance, the Civilization Sword already pierced through the black and red pillar of light, pfft~ pinning Orochi upon the mountain’s body.
"Awoo~"
"Roar~"
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Orochi’s body writhes around the Civilization Sword, trying to pull out the Longsword but unable to stir it, letting out pained cries.
In the sky, neither of the two men pays attention to this; Yang Jian, holding his Three-pointed Two-edged Blade, coldly watches Jin Chanzi.
Jin Chanzi tilts his head, then with a sudden realization, smiles and speaks, "I know you, Yang Jian from the Heavenly Court’s Justice God, the lad who split the mountain to save his mother."
Yang Jian snorts coldly and declares, "Buddhist Disciples relying on Divine Skills to disturb the Mortal World constitutes a great sin. Surrender yourself!"
Jin Chanzi laughs heartily, "Your Heavenly Court’s regulations do not apply to me. I’m off~" He transforms into a Golden Cicada and flies toward the west.
Yang Jian casually pulls a slingshot from his waist, stretches it fully aiming at Jin Chanzi, and shouts, "Fire~"
A sphere of light shoots out, bang~ hitting the Golden Cicada directly, which screams in pain and rolls out, splash~ crashing into the ocean.
Yang Jian places the slingshot back at his waist, gripping the Three-pointed Two-edged Blade as he follows the direction where Jin Chanzi fell.
Boom~ Huge waves surge in the ocean as a giant Jin Chanzi bursts out, its six feathery wings like six golden blades. With a fierce glint in its eyes, it lunges at Yang Jian, spewing a beam of golden light from its mouthpiece.
Yang Jian’s forehead’s Heavenly Eye suddenly opens, emitting a beam of white light, zap~ striking directly above the mouthpiece and devastating it with irresistible force.
"Screech~" Jin Chanzi lets out a pained cry, the sound carrying for miles.
Jin Chanzi panics, turning to flee towards the west.
Yang Jian chuckles, saying, "A mere insect trying to escape from my grasp." His body flashes, transforming into a sparrow and chasing after Jin Chanzi at high speed.
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Elsewhere, on the mountain, Orochi lets out pained cries, its body twisting and convulsing violently, bursts of golden light shooting from within its body, the light filled with tranquility, starkly contrasting the appearance of Orochi.
As the golden light withdraws, Orochi’s body twists violently, struggling in pain, thunderously shaking the volcano.