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Chapter 329 - 20 Sixty years, teacher, I have done what you instructed.

Chapter 329: Chapter 20 Sixty years, teacher, I have done what you instructed.

In the eyes of all living beings, the sun, which always hung in the vault of heaven as if from ancient times, had turned blood red and terrifying.

Under the crimson glow, a large number of ghosts began to appear and wreak havoc.

Blood and bones, in an instant, dyed the world red and covered the earth.

Not until a pure red morning sun emerged from the starry sky, dispelling the crimson and confronting the great sun.

One small, one large; one warm and bright, the other crimson and sinister.

The two suns thus hung in the vault of heaven, within the view of all beings.

In the west, the city that housed the largest cathedral had already vanished.

Within a radius of thousands of miles, mountains collapsed and the earth tore apart.

An old Taoist clad in a gray robe held a fierce-looking head in his hand.

Specks of silver light, like blood, flowed from where the head was severed, floating in the air before disappearing.

The old Taoist looked up at the sky, a hint of worry flashing through his cloudy eyes.

Taking a step forward, he vanished.

When he reappeared, he was deep in the earth, standing in front of the Heavenly Net formed by runes.

Looking at the Xuanyang Supreme God Statue emitting a faint divine glow, and the struggling mass of ghosts almost breaking free.

The old man stepped forward, coming below the Divine Statue.

He turned around!

Sitting cross-legged in the void, he faced the mass of ghosts directly.

In an instant, the Divine Statue and the old man’s aura nearly merged, stabilizing the previously shaky Heavenly Net, enabling it to hold against the mass of ghosts.

Luo Siyuan lifted his head to look at the earth.

With a thought, two pieces of information had already reached Yan Jian and Andrei, who were still engaging in battle.

"The teacher instructs: Whichever of you two defeats the external demons first will be the next Sect Master."

Boom!

In an instant, over the East Sea and beside the capital city, battles at two sites intensified fiercely.

Fierce flames enveloped the mountains and lands, melting everything and incinerating everything.

Within the grey mist, splashes of red and white light fell into the sea.

After a long, long time.

A figure with only half its body remaining crawled out of the flames.

Andrei, leaning against a rock, held the fading head of an enemy, looking at the land.

His handsome face was streaked with blood as he raised the head in his hand.

"Senior brother, I have slain the enemy’s avatar."

"I come to inherit the teacher’s will, to eradicate the evil, subdue the ghosts, and promote the good!"

The old Taoist’s gaze was gentle, and he nodded lightly on his forehead, signifying his agreement.

Meanwhile.

Above the East Sea, Yan Jian slowly walked out from the grey mist, looked up at the sky, his eyes flickering with a hint of worry.

That was the sun, millions of times larger than a planet.

Even with absolute faith in his teacher, he couldn’t help but feel a bit uneasy at this moment.

But soon, Yan Jian stilled the chaotic thoughts in his mind and turned his gaze towards the earth, nodding lightly.

Afterward, he headed in the direction of the Xuanyang Taoist Temple.

Now, what was most important was to manage the chaos of the world, suppress the rampantly killing ghosts, and await the teacher’s return.

He did not place too much importance on the position of Sect Master.

As the battle at the shores of the East Sea ended, the offensive initiated by the Xuanyang Temple came to its conclusion.

With Taoist Qing Cang, the first generation Temple Master of Xuanyang, ascending to the heavens.

Andrei, the second-generation Sect Master, succeeded the position, beginning to purge the mass of ghosts and aid the distressed.

The world was at peace, yet plagued by continuous battles and permeated with bloodshed.

In the shadows, maneuvers belonging to Tian Fu were unfolding, one after another.

Keeping the world in perpetual unrest.

...

Beyond this world.

Two sacred figures entwined in divine light, amidst the void, were engaged in a titanic game of chess.

A splendid and vast chessboard, infused with endless Daoist mysteries, erected itself between the two parties.

Above, like starry chess pieces, the brilliance flickered, unfolding a deadly battle on the chessboard!

"Wu Shan, I am going to win this game," a cold, piercing voice emitted from Tian Fu.

At this moment, the two had long lost their former calmness; fierce and domineering auras crisscrossed the void, stirring the Boundary Sea.

Liang Hui’s palm rested on the sword hilt, his eyes icy and sharp.

With a thought, a five-colored chess piece like a star materialized on the board.

"The game has just begun; how can one determine the victor now?"

"However, Tian Fu, I think it would be more appropriate to call you Heavenly Calamity."

"A name is just a title after all, whether it’s Tian Fu or Heavenly Calamity, I only seek the great Dao."

As Tian Fu spoke, a pale white chess piece appeared on the board, blocking the retreat of the five-colored piece.

Liang Hui tapped his finger lightly on the sword hilt.

A five-colored chess piece materialized in the corner of the board.

"A dying struggle!" Tian Fu sneered, standing with his hands behind his back.

It seemed he was talking about the situation in the world as well as this chess game.

Liang Hui’s gaze became focused, the Immortal War Spear on his back trembled slightly as he forcibly suppressed the thought of striking his opponent down.

He focused his consciousness on the Human Emperor Banner in his chest.

Above the Green Banner, light interwoven, forming basic information.

Instrument Name: Human Emperor Banner

Instrument Keeper: Liang Hui

Realm: Martial Artist: Martial Saint (13.43%); Taoist: Yang God (22.25%)

Thirteen years had passed since he left the Lightshine Realm.

His path as a Martial Saint was nearing one-fifth completion, and he could have increased his cultivation level even faster.

However, the path that a Martial Saint seeks is the Taoism Enlightenment of Myriad Spirits and Gods.

Such paths are extremely rare among ghosts, almost non-existent.

Fortunately, his path as a Taoist had progressed very smoothly over these thirteen years.

Not only had he initiated the next realm of Yang God from the Primordial Spirit, but he had also made significant advances in the Pure Yang Path, surpassing the path of Myriad Spirits.

And in the time to come, his cultivation speed would definitely increase much faster.

His train of thought ended.

The game of chess in the void began again.

Dao clashed with Dao within it, and wills interwoven.

....

Time flowed like water.

Ever since Taoist Qing Cang’s ascent to heaven in battle, the world had not ceased its turmoil.

Ghosts, aberrant creatures, and external demons continuously emerged.

Battles surged to the heavens, the campaigns never ceased.

Despite such, the Xuanyang Taoist Temple still maintained superficial calm in the world.

Unknowingly, sixty years had passed.

Above the Vault of Heaven, a pure red sun now dominated the entire sky, pushing the crimson fierce sun to a corner.

Beneath the earth, legions of ghosts fell silent, the rune-covered Heavenly Net continually shrank, now only a hundred thousand miles from the Heart of the Earth.

Beneath the Xuanyang Supreme God Statue, two figures sat facing each other.

An old Taoist patted his body’s robe, raising clouds of dust.

The old Taoist had a decaying aura, wearing faded gray Taoist robe, his murky eyes looking ahead.

A figure in a plain white robe, tall and silver-white all over.

"Luo Siyuan, your so-called master is also such an external demon as I, why sacrifice yourself for him?"

"Release the restrictions; I allow your world to live."

Tian Fu’s expression was grim, his silver hair unable to hide the cold light in his eyes.

This avatara created through intricate planning and forging, as a piece for victory, had been unexpectedly pulled for sixty years by an old man.

The old Taoist’s eyes were calm as he exhaled lightly:

"Sixty years, the task you entrusted me with, teacher, I have accomplished...."

His voice was obscure, ancient, and desolate, as if he had not spoken for a long time.