icipating in the contest for the Heavenly Azure Cloud Sheep.Where is the personHis mind raced, but it was too late.Behind him, in a bud of a firework yet to bloom, lay a delicately crafted small mirro...Xincheng stands silent under the sunlight, Du Ruhui rushes out.
The guardsman looked up at the figure in the distance with reverence. The Grand Chancellor, he was Zhuang Guo's unwavering pillar of strength. Whenever one saw his presence, one felt a sense of security.
Even if the upright and honest Deputy Prime Minister Dong A Zhan dies in battle, even if Zhu Wei, whom the people of Zhuang Guo take pride in, betrays his country. As long as the Grand Chancellor is still alive, Zhuang Guo will never fall!
The sky was clear and bright, and the familiar scenery of the manor passed by.
To avoid missing any clues, Du Ruhui did not use the divine ability of "Inch Away is Like Heaven and Earth", but instead relied on a faint sense deep within him, flying swiftly while searching along the way.
The Sky Breath Technique was a tracking secret technique he had mastered in his early years. There is only one Sky Breath, three Earth Breaths, and countless Human Breaths.
Rest when the heavens rest, and seek answers in the silence.
Because it's only a fragment, it isn't precise enough and can only work with a certain power gap.
Based on the scene evidence, the killer who murdered Dong A was about on par with Dong A in terms of skill. They were able to kill Dong A more because of restraint.
Du Ruhui was certain that the Heavenly Breath Method could work, and he had indeed sensed a trace of Qi on Dong A's body. He used this to track down the murderer.
It's just that the aura was too faint, the feeling extremely subtle, and it came and went in spurts.
But he has already made preparations that will take a lot of time.
His time is very precious, but he thinks it's worth spending on this.
Soaring through the skies, eyes sharp as hawks, they surveyed the mountains and rivers, missing no suspicious corner.
Pursuing the criminal, it's not something he, with his status, should be doing. Strictly speaking, this is akin to using national resources lightly. But for this matter, he couldn't entrust it to anyone else.
The state of Zhuang had experienced an unprecedented victory, but at the same time, a huge talent gap emerged.
Dong A, who was expected to become the next Prime Minister, died in battle. Zhu Wei, who had high hopes placed on him, betrayed his country.
Originally, Duan Li was demoted and He Ba Dao died in battle. They were sacrifices made for the victory of the country, and it cannot be simply said whether they were worth it or not. Now, looking back, it has become an unbearable burden.
They are the only two in Zhuang State who have hope of challenging the divine realm recently.
Who can fill this huge talent gap Who has a better chance of looking far ahead Who is more worthy of cultivation
Bai Yu Jun and Jiu Jiang Xuan Jia both need new generals...
Many people covet the position of vice president, but few have the capability...
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After my defection, who could possibly escort anyone to the Yellow River rendezvous we had planned before
All this makes people feel overwhelmed and frustrated.
As the prime minister of Zhuang, he had to worry about all matters, big and small. Even when certain emotions were hard to shake off, he couldn't put things down.
Ye Lingxiao said he couldn't help himself.
He couldn't help but admit it.
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He didn't even have time to be sad.
An unnamed small hill.
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Jiang Wang has been unconscious here for a long time, still curled up like an infant, oblivious to everything.
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The black mist grew thicker and thicker, like a black cocoon enveloping him.
Despair, closure, and entrapment.
But inside the black cocoon, there is still a glimmer of light...
That was three flickering lights, always wavering but never extinguished.
In the desolate mountains, there was a faint sound of maniacal laughter.
But that laughter would occasionally be interrupted by the clang of swords.
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The Chang'e, held tightly in hand, would occasionally let out a tremor, as if struggling against the laughter. The Sword Master was still unconscious, and of course, the sword cry was no match for that cackle.
But whenever the clang of swords was about to be suppressed, there arose a chanting.
Listen closely, the chanting of the mantras is ---
Om! Ah! Mi! Ra! Hum! Ga! Cha! La!
This is the Dharani Mantra of Avalokitesvara, also known as the Eight-Character Mantra of Manjushri.
This mantra has an extraordinary origin and can clearly enhance wisdom, calming all worries.
In Buddhist legends, Manjushri Bodhisattva is the left-hand disciple of Sakyamuni Buddha, representing Buddha's wisdom.
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This eight-character true saying is constantly turning, helping the cries of the sword and the laughter clash.
Jiang Wang's eyes were tightly shut, his expression frozen in pain. But his lips moved, uttering a flat and cold voice: "Old bald donkey, delaying my grand affair... sooner or later I'll kill you, exterminate your entire clan."
The words were cruel, but the controlling black mist was patient. Like a spider web, it wove black cocoons point by point. Slowly and relentlessly, it eroded its host.
As darkness deepened, shadows grew heavier. A gathering storm brewed beneath the sun's light.
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The three faint lights within the black cocoon faded further.
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But the very next moment, as if sensing some change, the black mist churned violently a few times, unwilling to be subdued, yet still unable to completely extinguish the tiny light. Thus, it ceased its surging.
Damn.
With eyes tightly closed, ‘Jiang Wang’ suddenly spoke.
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The black mist settled, as if with a life of its own, all of it “drilling” into my body.
"Ginger Hope! Ginger Hope! Ginger Hope!"
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“Wake up!”
“Wake up!”
There's a voice calling.
Very familiar...very eager
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The voice seemed to come from the deepest part of the water, slowly emerging.
Thus, "Ocean" began to gently sway, and "Wave" freely rotated.
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The world around seemed to come alive with sound, a vivid feeling returning to my heart.
Jiang Wang slowly regained consciousness from the state of chaos, still dazed and confused. It seemed like there were many important things piled up in his mind, but he couldn't remember anything.
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A jumble of thoughts, jumping from one place to another.
My head is buzzing.
His head throbbed as if it were about to split open, countless knives carving within, chisels drilling into his skull. His body felt stiff and uncoordinated, every joint achingly dry... He still hadn't established a connection with his sword.
That's right, my sword. He thought.
That was a sword that could cleave through iron as if it were mud.
The sword's name is Changxiangsi, and its birth was forged in the fires of his love and hate.
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The blade is sheathed in the wood of a divine dragon, nurtured by seeds of divine powers.
Through all my years, I have been alone, with only my sword at my side.
I have always been alone, a lone swordsman on my journey.
When you encounter a mountain, carve a path through it. When you encounter a river, bridge it.
Just a short while ago, Chang Xiang Si (a personification of longing) has finally cut down the "long-lasting" love.
"Yes... my sword."
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He murmured softly. As if he had found some kind of light, gained some kind of clue.
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The sword intent of humanity began to coalesce.
Before I could carve out a path, even a narrow one, through all this complicated pain, I already heard Jiang Yan's voice.
“It’s too late, quickly put on the invisibility cloak and use the methods left by Yin Guan!” Jiang Yan shouted.
Jiang Wang didn't overthink it, because an instinctive fear of life surged up in his heart. A strong sense of crisis exploded in his mind.
He shares this body with Jiang Yan, and they share the same life-or-death crisis.
Jiang Wang jolted upright!
The moment he regained control of his body, he almost instinctively drew out the Invisibility Cloak and put it on, triggering the means Yin Guan had left behind. He stood perfectly still.
And just then, a figure flying at incredible speed streaked past from the high sky.
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With raven hair cascading down her shoulders, she possessed a striking presence. Her gaze swept across the small hills, lingering on none.
Jiang Wang did not speak.
The moment he saw the raven-haired figure, he was completely awake. A single drop of cold sweat rolled down his temple!
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