Daoist Master of Qing Xuan

Unlike ordinary snow, each and every snowflake represented the meaning of the Dao techniques Shen Lian had mastered. As the meaning condensed together, the snowflakes were formed.

Shen Lian had mastered completely the Taixu Strategy’s inter-promotion and inter-restraint of the four states and he was displaying the state of ‘living’. He used the eight Qi of Taixu to produce millions of methods and attacked Emperor Xia.

Shen Lian had been waiting for this opportunity for the longest of time. There was no holding back once Emperor Xia drew out his demonic blade. This was his only chance to rebuild Emperor Xia. If Shen Lian fought like his previous fights, it would take him forever to hurt Emperor Xia.

Shen Lian may be recognized as a supreme celestial being if he did so but it would take up too much of his precious time and there would be too much brain drain to Yinshang.

Shen Lian did not want to delay any further, neither did Emperor Xia. Moreover, Shen Lian was confident that he would be the victor of this duel.

A faint melody of grief could be heard across the heaven and earth. Countless innocent lost souls that were casualties of their battle surfaced from the earth and came together to form a river. Like the Yellow Springs, the waves came raging. So much so that the aura of battle could not stop the flow of the river.

In the void, Shen Lian did not move as the image of a woman came to his divine mind. The woman had jet black hair, skin that was fair like snow and a mesmerizing figure beneath her black robe. She stepped on the altar barefooted and was holding a musical instrument that resembled a flute. Her pink lips pursed on the lip plate of the flute and her jade-like fingers lightly held on to the body of the instrument. She then started playing the melody of the dead soul while a group of barbarians with painted feathered bodies danced to the music, the dance look demonic like the Mara Dance.

The souls of the deceased were triggered by the melody and that was why they gathered at the River of Deceased.

“A man’s life of a hundred years under the sky is nothing compared to the age of this world. Life is but a fleeting dream, an illusion. Is there anything alive that lasts forever?” The Barbarians that surrounded the woman on the altar recited the song in a spooky tone of voice. At the same time, their dance had gotten more and more demonic with a hint of mania.

Along with the music, countless ghosts appeared out of thin air and ripped the void. They stepped on the River of the Deceased and charged up.

Emperor Xia’s eyes were like two bright suns as it displayed the glory of the sun. Two rays of gold light shot out mercilessly from his eyes, like fighting bulls, as the demonic blade slashed across in thin air.

No words could describe Emperor Xia’s Blade of Karma. It was almost like a stream of water from the mountains that was fated to fall to the pond, but a plane came out of nowhere and diverted the flow of the stream. The blade produced billions of water droplets and revealed earth shattering killing vibes at the same time.

The Qi of the blade spread out and attacked each and every snowflake. Like the waves in the tide, it flooded everything that was in front of it.

Shen Lian’s Primordial Spirit emerged from the void and the moonlight behind him was extremely bright. The ghosts of the River of the Deceased held on to Shen Lian relentlessly like an unbreakable cable.

However, Emperor Xia did not seize the opportunity and instead shifted his gaze to his left. He then slashed ferociously towards his right and forced Shen Lian to come out from the void.

Emperor Xia groaned, “You can use the plum tree to substitute the peach tree but don’t even think about fooling me.”

At that very moment, Shen Lian was deeply impressed by Emperor Xia’s spiritual sense. The ever useful ‘Substituting of the Plum Tree for the Peach Tree’ celestial method failed to fool Emperor Xia.

Although Shen Lian was forced by the Qi of the blade to reveal himself, he was still able to remain composed. His mental state swept across the witch on the altar and he was able to let go of all unnecessary sentiments.

The Primordial Spirit held on to the gleam of the blade like a shadow and released white explosive flames in the void which produced air streams that looked like mushroom shaped clouds. The River of the Deceased was shocked by the Qi and countless mourning cries of the ghosts could be heard as the river fell apart and dispersed like smoke.

Shen Lian surfed on the surge of the Qi and ran away.

Emperor Xia regained his form and chased after Shen Lian. A gentle voice of a woman could be heard whispering in his ears, “Emperor Xia, if you go any further, it would be the Asura Blood Sea.”

A hint of hatred flashed through Emperor Xia when he heard the whispers. But he eventually gave up on the idea of chasing after Shen Lian.

At that very moment, the dancing barbarians started to throw up white foam and collapsed to the ground. Spirit smoke started to emerge from their bodies and evaporated immediately. Their bodies were dead and their spirits annihilated. It was clear that the Mara Dance earlier was not an easy trick.

Shen Lian was at the border of the old-growth forest and further down was the Asura Blood Sea. He wanted to lead Emperor Xia to this place to interfere his mind causing maximum harm to Emperor Xia in the shortest amount of time, then he would withdraw himself from this place.

Regardless of how dangerous the situation was, Shen Lian wanted to take a step ahead of Emperor Xia. But he did not expect Emperor Xia to not take the bait. Under such Qi dynamics, Emperor Xia would not have looked back and made such a decision. It looked like that witch had cautioned him.

The witch was none other than Chen Yun.

Although Shen Lian had lost his physical body and was left with only his Primordial Spirit, his physical body, blood, and Qi of essence had combined well with the Primordial Spirit. That was undoubtedly the pulsation of his blood.

The High Priest may have passed on but he had left behind some tricks to deal with Shen Lian. If Shen Lian cultivated the Merciless Laws of Heaven, he would kill Chen Yun without hesitation. If he eliminated Emperor Xia’s assistant, things would have been easier for him.

But Shen Lian was not that type of person. Moreover, now that he had arrived at the Asura Blood Sea, he decided to first complete the Killing Sword. There would be other opportunities for him to hurt Emperor Xia.

The sea breeze was salty but the smell of blood was not disgusting. In fact, it had a hint of sweet notes in it and it was almost rousing. The impression of the Asura Blood Sea etched deeply in Shen Lian’s mind, it was a foreign yet familiar feeling.

More than ten years ago, he left the Asura Blood Sea and reincarnated at Xiliang. He was once again back here at the Blood Sea. Furthermore, Founding Master Yuanqing also seemed to have a fated relationship with the Asura Blood Sea. He did not like the idea of it but at the same time, he felt strange about it.

“World Honored Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, the Buddha of Wisdom, you are finally here.” Buddhist chants could be heard as a scripture flew out from Shen Lian. The scripture cleared up and the text of the scripture flew out to pave a golden path that led to a mountain with a golden pagoda.

Besides the sound of the wind, the other sounds surrounding Shen Lian was the singing of the cicadas. Everything looked normal but he was sure that no one else could see the golden path that led to the mountain and the pagoda.

In fact, the mountain was not on the ground and was floating in the sky. The foot of the mountain was shaded by the clouds and was filled with the Buddhist ray. It looked magnificently magical.

As for the text of the scripture, it was the Mahayana Sutra that Dajue Temple gifted to Shen Lian. He did not gain much from it after receiving it but it had such a wonderful effect once he arrived at the Blood Sea.