Mingxing Peak.
Zhi Xin sat silently in ditation, his aged face lined with wrinkles, his complexion far less vibrant compared to his usual appearance before others.
Inside the thatched cottage, there was a painting.
It depicted a woman in a green dress standing by a lake, her smile by the lakeside vivid and lifelike, as if she might step out of the canvas at any mont.
This was Zhi Xin’s Taoist companion, Qingxuan.
Years ago, Zhi Xin’s downfall stemd from the failed tribulation crossing of his companion.
The two of them had entered the Holy Might Forest together, their talents and cultivation realm nearly equal. They t and fell in love during a mission, truly enviable as a pair akin to immortals.
The two progressed steadily together, reaching the Transcendence Tribulation Stage.
Little Qing, bold and impulsive by nature, wished to prematurely summon her tribulation.
Crossing the tribulation generally required waiting patiently for the arrival of the tribulation stage, but there were other thods to summon it early.
Most prodigies who did not wish to endure decades would often choose to summon the tribulation prematurely.
Nobody had anticipated the imnse force of the heavenly tribulation when it descended.
Seeing Qingxuan on the verge of complete annihilation, Zhi Xin attempted to use a sacrificial thod to redirect the heavenly tribulation onto himself.
At the critical mont, the Holy Might Heavenly Master intervened, prohibiting him from employing such a thod.
In the end, they missed the opportunity, and amidst the raging wind tribulation, Qingxuan was reduced to ashes.
"If... If only we had been a bit closer... If only it could have succeeded..."
Zhi Xin murmured to himself.
The interruption at the pivotal mont by the Holy Might had led to their ultimate failure.
Afterwards, Zhi Xin relinquished his position as Taiji Assistant Officer.
He understood the Holy Might Heavenly Master’s rationale—the Heavenly Master valued talent and wished to spare Zhi Xin from certain death.
Still, Zhi Xin struggled internally, torn between his resentnt and rational acceptance.
He hadn’t given up, though. All these years, he had studied the Da Yan Heavenly chanism Skill relentlessly in search of the elusive mystical machine in the shadows.
To Zhi Xin, the world’s obsession with the Eight Diagram Divination was rely a pursuit of the Great Dao’s forty-nine manifestations. What truly rited attention was the one that vanished.
If he could uncover that singular variable, he would wield unimaginable power.
Changing fate, reversing death—such feats would no longer be out of reach.
Upon this thought, Zhi Xin closed his eyes in introspection.
For so reason, the image of Song Lin surfaced in his mind.
This young man possessed excellent aptitude, and what was even rarer was how his ideas coincided with those Zhi Xin had held in his youth.
The Three Refuges, Three Laws, Nine Precepts he was implenting were even more systematic than Zhi Xin’s initial thoughts. While Zhi Xin had rely contemplated them, Song Lin had already begun to put them into practice.
Though for now it was just a few Taoist Temples, Zhi Xin could not rule out the possibility of broader expansion in the future.
Of course, even as much as Zhi Xin admired him, he could not deny how slim that hope was.
Such trivial movents were acceptable, but if Song Lin were to ascend to power and attempt to implent these ideas on a larger scale, he would inevitably incite the ire of the world.
"So be it. When the ti cos, I’ll remind him to confine his efforts to his own domain,"
Zhi Xin thought to himself.
Suddenly, a tunneling light appeared.
Song Lin arrived at the mountaintop.
"Master, please take a look at this,"
Song Lin said as he released a golden light from his fingertips, which transford into a map.
"Hmm? This is the Green Crow Technique, a thod to gather earth energy and impurities. The practitioner who devised this is quite advanced—akin to the thods used by that person in the Dragon Slaying Array incident. Was this found in naless ancient books again?"
Zhi Xin gave a faint, cryptic smile.
In Zhi Xin’s view, Song Lin undoubtedly possessed remarkable fortune. He likely had so unspeakable secret he preferred not to disclose.
Both of them understood each other’s silence.
Moreover, Zhi Xin found this unfamiliar Taoist’s array intriguing, so he refrained from asking further.
After all, if he delved too deeply, he might lose access to arrays imbued with such ancient charm in the future.
Soon, Zhi Xin began his study.
Three days later.
Zhi Xin handed the solution to Song Lin.
"The critical point of this array lies on a single earth energy vein beneath the Du Gate. If this vein is severed, the impure energy will beco rootless and dissipate instantly. However, there are a few key details you must rember!"
"The creator of this array is extrely clever. If you sever the wrong dragon vein at the wrong mont, the array will transform into the Heavenly Killing Array instead. And... most importantly, the Life Gate must be suppressed by soone."
"So, soone has to be stationed at the Life Gate to maintain control?"
Could it be this master-disciple pair involved in the array?
If so, would they not hold considerable opportunity to transcend karma?
Song Lin arrived at this realization.
"Indeed. If you follow my thod precisely, without error, you should be able to locate the array eye unnoticed,"
"Thank you, Master,"
"By the way, your Swordman Technique—old as I am, I recall seeing sothing about it in an ancient text."
Zhi Xin suddenly remarked.
"What?" Song Lin’s heart lurched, though outwardly he remained calm.
"The chronicles of the Sanmao Heavenly Master contain similar ntions. During the rebellion of the Ancient Western Jade Demon Country, the Demon King led countless heavenly demons to rampage across the Three Realms. The Sanmao True Monarch convened a magic eting in the Nine Nether Cloud Forest to launch a counteroffensive against the demons. That war lasted three thousand years. According to the text, the turning point ca when the First Demon General Black Tribulation was decapitated in one strike by the Outer Heaven Flying Sword."
"And this has what relation to the Swordman Dao?"
Song Lin was utterly confused.
Sword Cultivation thods were nurous—could anyone wielding a sword be called a Swordman?
Zhi Xin shook his head, turned back into the house, and retrieved a thick to.
This book chronicled the mythical stories of the Sanmao Heavenly Court.
Song Lin was aware of the Sanmao Heavenly Court, as it was the heavenly court worshipped by the Heaven and Earth Xuann Alliance and several neighboring Taoist Alliances.
All talismans, official certificates, seals, and other such references to a heavenly court pertained to the Sanmao Heavenly Court.
The sovereign deity of this heavenly court was Yuan Shi Heavenly King, with immortals including the Sanmao True Monarch and the Heaven, Earth, Water Three Officials.
As for whether the Sanmao True Monarch was the sa as the Sanmao of legends, Song Lin had no way of knowing.
The Taoist Schools maintained stringent control, so divine and mortal nas were never recorded in written history.
Song Lin flipped to a specific page and froze.
Where Zhi Xin had pointed, he saw the words "Swordman," along with ntions of the Wind Sword, Spirit Sword, and Heavenly Sword.
How was this possible?
Shock rippled through Song Lin’s mind.
This was Luo Gongyuan’s Secret Technique—did this an the Mortal World was also a part of the All Heavens World?
Perhaps their myths shared intersections with those of his past life.
"May I ask who this person was?"
Song Lin inquired.
Zhi Xin chuckled helplessly, shaking his head as he replied, "No need to overthink. The historical records only ntion a fragnt; that person vanished thereafter, leaving no na behind. Moreover..."
"The Great Thousand World is full of wonders. Chances are, the cultivation techniques you obtained are rely a legacy left behind by this individual—naless inheritances like this are commonplace."
"I see. At last, the mystery that has troubled for years is resolved."
Song Lin seized the opportunity, playing along. "I had wondered if it might be so world-shattering arcane thod."
Well enough—at least the origin of these Taoist Skills had been explained.
"Hmph, the person who decapitated the First Demon General with a single sword strike must have been of Heavenly Master Level at the very least. Is such a legacy not enough for you?"
Zhi Xin snorted.
"By the way, is there truly a heavenly court in this world?"
Song Lin voiced his doubts.
The Monster Chronicles claid to encompass everything.
The myths of the Mortal World were indeed divine myths—what if there truly were opportunities to enter the realms of these divine legends?
The re thought left Song Lin’s mind spiraling in chaos.
Encountering different systems or the sa deity at different tis—such scenarios would be utterly bewildering.
"Is that even a question?" Zhi Xin glanced at Song Lin as though he were a fool. "Forget ancient tis—there were records of Upper Pure Sect Heavenly Masters ascending rely three hundred years ago. While you may question things here, refrain from speaking carelessly outside, lest you invite disaster."
"Understood. Thank you for your guidance, Master."
A heavenly court?
Not just one system’s heavenly court, but possibly many—and Heavenly Masters had ascended to it?
Clearly, this world was far larger than Song Lin had imagined.
That said, one should never underestimate Heavenly Masters.
Heavenly Masters stood at the apex of Mortal World’s magic veins. Even if they ascended, their lowest status in the heavenly court would still be mid-tier officials—they would never start as re soldiers.
Shaking off these tangled thoughts, Song Lin returned to prepare for breaking the array.
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