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The Old Scholar pointed at Miao Guanyin and questioned, "I'll ask you one more time, will you return the Book of Life and Death or not?!"
Miao Guanyin snorted, "To think you can snatch the Book of Life and Death from me is nothing but a delusion!"
Knowing that an unavoidable fierce battle was about to ensue, Miao Guanyin took the initiative. She swung her Dust Whisk, and the White Shadow surged forth, instantly shattering a mountain peak behind the Old Scholar. He squinted and said, "It seems you sense your impending doom; even the Fox Tail from Guanyin Monastery is with you!"
The Fox Tail was obtained by the first Ancestor of Guanyin Monastery from a white fox with eight tails thousands of years ago. Over generations, it had been refined into the Dust Whisk in her hand. With a single strike, it could split mountains and rivers. Though not widely known, it held great renown among Dao Tools.
In the Daoist Sect's crafting hierarchy, there were four levels: weapons, magical tools, Dao Tools, and divine artifacts.
Weapons could be forged by an ordinary Swordsmith, while magical tools required a master craftsman from the Daoist Sect. Good magical tools could significantly enhance a cultivator's combat power. Dao Tools were rare treasures that might only be produced once in a hundred years; even a sect leader might not be able to forge one in their lifetime. The Top Ten Famous Swords fell under the category of Dao Tools, and aside from the Great Zhou Compass and Sun Refining Cauldron among the Eight Sacred Artifacts of the Taoist Sect, the rest were also considered Dao Tools. Divine artifacts typically had life-giving properties and possessed destructive capabilities.
Although the Eight-Tailed Whisk was classified as a Dao Tool, few had heard of it because the Southern Sea Lineage had produced Supremes for generations and did not rely heavily on Dao Tools. They were seldom used.
Miao Guanyin declared, "Yang Kaishan, you are stubborn and headstrong. Decades ago, you deceived us into going to Yin Mountain to retrieve the Book of Life and Death while secretly hiding the Spring and Autumn Reincarnation Pen for yourself. You tore off a page from the Book of Life and Death to orchestrate the Death and Life Register Incident, causing widespread panic and leading to Yaochi's destruction. Today, I will eliminate this menace!"
Miao Guanyin soared into the air again, swinging her Dust Whisk downward. The Old Scholar chuckled softly as he retreated. He summoned an iron pen that circled around him. Drawing an arc in front of him, an immense suction force pulled the Dust Whisk toward him, ensnaring its fox tail in a vortex.
"Is this the Spring and Autumn Reincarnation Pen?" Miao Guanyin asked in confusion.
"Let me show you how the Spring and Autumn Reincarnation Pen determines life and death!" The Old Scholar shouted fiercely as he suddenly yanked back the arc.
In midair, Miao Guanyin was abruptly pulled into the arc. Without hesitation, she thrust her Dust Whisk into it. The Dust Whisk pierced through like an arrow. The Old Scholar's eyes widened as his iron pen halted abruptly with a clang that sent the Dust Whisk flying away, numbing his wrist.
"It seems you can't sever it!" Miao Guanyin huffed as she regained control of her Dust Whisk.
The Old Scholar smiled slightly at this moment. Miao Guanyin sensed something was off and quickly discarded her Dust Whisk. Suddenly, black Demonic Patterns appeared on it as its fox tail ignited in flames—black flames!
“Dao Tools are gone,” the Old Scholar said.
“Nine Nether Infernal Fire?” Miao Guanyin replied. “I never expected you to spend all these years studying such unorthodox techniques. The Yang Family possesses half a book, yet you insist on establishing the Ghost Gate and researching Underworld Ghost Techniques.”
The Old Scholar responded, “The fact that Yin Soldiers can live for a thousand years without awareness while Immortals exist is certainly based on some truth. I have secluded myself for many years, delving into Underworld Ghost Techniques and founding the Ghost Gate. I have made significant progress on the Longevity Technique and have already uncovered the secrets of the Book of Life and Death. If you hand over the Book of Life and Death to me, I can help fulfill the Daoist Sect's centuries-old dream of immortality!”
“Go dream your foolish dreams!” Miao Guanyin waved her sleeve, sending the burning Dust Whisk toward the Old Scholar. He activated his Void Defense, creating a wave of water in front of him. As the Dust Whisk penetrated the water wave, its speed slowed dramatically, and the infernal fire burned it until it fell at his feet, reduced to ashes.
“You refuse a toast only to drink a punishment!” The Old Scholar's expression turned serious as he used the Spring and Autumn Reincarnation Pen to inscribe a golden light talisman in midair. He pointed, sending the Golden Light Talisman toward Miao Guanyin.
Miao Guanyin struck down the light talisman with her palm, causing it to explode into countless Light Shadows. In an instant, these shadows mirrored her position as she stood still in midair. A mirror shattered, sending golden light toward her, but she swiftly dodged. Immediately after, thousands of mirror fragments shattered, unleashing countless Light Shadows.
Miao Guanyin stood atop a lotus flower, which grew wildly as its petals closed around her, shielding her from harm. After a moment of silence, the lotus opened again, but she had vanished.
“Hm?” The Old Scholar frowned as he heard movement behind him. He turned and pierced through Miao Guanyin's body with his iron pen.
To his shock, her face shattered, and she collapsed limply; it was merely an illusion formed from a lotus petal.
At the Supreme Realm level, transformations are myriad and ethereal. While there may be no clear victor between those at the Mahayana Realm and those at the Supreme Realm, a single move could lead to defeat among Supremes. Those in the Supreme Realm possess insights into all Daoist Arts that transcend Mahayana understanding to an unfathomable degree. Even with his Divination Technique, the Old Scholar found it difficult to decipher Miao Guanyin's methods.
“Die!” came a commanding voice as Miao Guanyin appeared towering over a mountain.
The Old Scholar felt the air compressing outward as an enormous hand descended upon him with an ancient and primal force. Miao Guanyin sat cross-legged not far away on her lotus throne; an ethereal image loomed above her head while countless arms sprouted from behind her—indeed, it was the legendary Thousand-Handed Avalokiteshvara.
Guanyin's visage was majestic, draped in flowing white gauze amidst swirling mist. The Old Scholar raised his hand in response; his Transcendent Hand collided with Guanyin’s strike with tremendous force. The mountains trembled violently as dust and smoke erupted around them, and in an instant, the Old Scholar was driven deep into the earth.
The Old Scholar erupted in fury, suddenly leaping out from the mud. Miao Guanyin's large hand reached for him, and with a swift squeeze, the sound of cracking bones echoed. The Old Scholar let out a muffled groan, pushing against Miao Guanyin's grip with both hands. He shouted, "How dare you flaunt your skills before me!"
Miao Guanyin snorted and abruptly flipped her palm, pressing the Old Scholar down beneath it.
"I shall see how you escape my Five Finger Mountain!" a commanding voice resonated.
The Old Scholar was firmly pinned down by Miao Guanyin. His eyes were pitch black, and his face suddenly appeared as if coated in white ash. White runes danced across his face like meridians, while his hands pressed against the ground, causing the white runes to spread outwards from his body.
The runes surged towards the lotus where Miao Guanyin stood, creeping along to invade her essence and the ethereal image of the Thousand-Handed Avalokiteshvara above.
Miao Guanyin was struck with alarm; she formed a seal with her hands. The ethereal image of the Thousand-Handed Avalokiteshvara gazed downward, its eyes illuminating the lotus and enveloping Miao Guanyin within. The white runes retreated but continued to erode the Thousand-Handed Avalokiteshvara.
The hand that had pinned down the Old Scholar was consumed and dissipated. Regaining his freedom, he suddenly raised his hand. In an instant, mountains erupted around him, and colossal trees shot up from the ground. The Old Scholar's face trembled, veins bulging; it was evident he was furious beyond measure. For someone as powerful as him, being suppressed was intolerable!
In the distance, within the Red Maple Forest, maple leaves swirled into the air and drifted away. Those in the countryside looked up; Guo Daozhen gazed toward the horizon with a furrowed brow.
Jiyao also looked up at the sight of countless mountains rising and wondered aloud, "What’s happening? Just as Miao Guanyin left, someone is moving mountains?"
Yang Sanqian replied, "It's the mountain-moving technique from the Yang Family Book; Yang Kaishan has arrived."
"We should go take a look; it seems there’s going to be a clash with Miao Guanyin," Guo Daozhen said as he stepped out of the countryside's illusion and flew toward the source of the commotion.
Huzi, Guo Huaiyi, and Zhou Manman followed suit upon hearing their conversation.
Moments later, they arrived at Mountain Valley, fifty miles outside of the Red Maple Forest. In the center, sharp grass and trees shot upwards like a thousand swords aimed at Miao Guanyin. She floated in white gauze that shimmered with a sacred light, obliterating everything that approached her. Chanting incantations, she suddenly caused all surrounding objects to sink into the depths of the earth. The approaching crowd felt an immense force pulling their insides downward until they finally returned to normal after some time.
Eight flags were planted around Miao Guanyin, each connected by a shared aura, forming a powerful Dragon Lock Formation that temporarily trapped Miao Guanyin, preventing her from escaping.
"The Southern Sea Lineage's Daoist Arts are indeed extraordinary; no wonder they have been Supreme for generations," Yang Sanqian remarked.
"Grandson, are you so proud of a foreign woman that you lack confidence in our Ancestor Clan?" Old Scholar responded to Yang Sanqian's words.
Yang Sanqian replied, "Ancestor Clan, I, Yang Sanqian, have benefited from your care and learned divine arts. I never intended to be your enemy. I remember you taught me long ago that a true man should establish his heart for the land, give life to the people, carry on the Ultimate Technique of the sages, and bring peace to the world for generations. Yet now, your actions truly chill the hearts of your descendants."
Old Scholar said, "I raised you with great effort, intending for you to be my right-hand man. In battle, yet you do not strive for progress and go against me. I can only use you and your son to achieve my grand ambitions."
"With so many of us here today, do you really think you can kill everyone?" Jiyao scoffed.
Old Scholar laughed heartily and said, "If you don't believe it, then try it. Since I dare to come here today, I will surely leave unscathed. As for you, some will surely be buried here!"
Jiyao and Yang Sanqian exchanged glances and flew into the arena. The void trembled as golden light pierced through, attempting to pull them into the Void Turbulence.
The two retreated as Miao Guanyin said, "The void has been sealed; you cannot enter, and I cannot leave."
Old Scholar halted his movements, hovering on a rocky outcrop with his hands clasped behind his back, watching the arriving crowd. "That bastard Yang Hao didn't come; even the Blood Poison Curse from twenty years ago couldn't kill him. Time and again he has escaped; he must be quite lucky."
Jiyao's expression turned sorrowful and indignant. "Hao is your great-grandson! What has he done to offend you so much that you want him dead?"
Old Scholar replied, "The Divination Technique shows that someone from my lineage of five generations will rebel, plunging the Yang Family into an abyss of despair. Otherwise, aside from Yang Long, I wouldn't have sacrificed all my five generations of great-grandsons as offerings to ensure their demise!"
"Too bad fate doesn't always align with plans. You wish for someone's death, yet they remain Immortal. In the end, the Yinshan Yang Family was destroyed by your own hand and will never rise again—how ridiculous," Guo Daozhen remarked.
“Immortal?” the Old Scholar said. “Injury of the Dao, you will undoubtedly die within a year. What good is a Divine Weapon? It is ultimately a life destined to be cut short!”
Guo Daozhen replied angrily, “Then let me ask, how did my entire family offend you? You took me as your disciple and taught me your skills. Do you know how I have lived after you crippled my cultivation?”
The Old Scholar glanced at Guo Daozhen indifferently and said, “I have taken on eight or nine disciples during my travels. What was your name again? Where do you come from?”
Clenching his fists, Guo Daozhen’s eyes turned red. The Old Scholar pondered for a moment and continued, “As for those I have crippled, it seems there was only one named Guo. He was born of a sister of the Yaochi Supreme and shared the Nine Yin Absolute Pulse. The Nine Yin Absolute Pulse is not like any other; it is difficult for an ordinary body to kill. If cultivated properly, mastering the Nine Yin Secret Techniques could allow one to control yin and yang. Unfortunately, I took her essence for research and ultimately found no path to immortality. As for you, born with rebellious nature, I thought you would perish under the persecution of those foolish commoners. Yet here you are, not only alive but also able to reach the Mahayana Realm in your Dao Body, just half a step away from rivaling the Supreme.”
“Beast! You are nothing but an inhumane beast!” Guo Daozhen shouted.
The Old Scholar laughed heartily. Guo Huaiyi spoke up, “Father, this Void Technique has mixed in elements of the Ghost Gate Secret Technique; perhaps I can break through it.”
“Then what are you waiting for?” Guo Daozhen urged.
Guo Huaiyi stepped forward, his palm slowly approaching the void. The terrifying blood patterns spread along his arm toward the Void Barrier. The Old Scholar watched in amazement and said, “This boy is impressive; not only can he learn my Ghost Gate Secret Technique, but he can also complete its missing parts based on that foundation!”
With that, the Old Scholar flicked his finger, and Dao Qi tore through the void, piercing through the barrier directly into Guo Huaiyi’s forehead.
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