Twin Dimension Yin-Yang Mirror: Attaining immortality through the martial path
Chapter 450 - 400: The People Bleed, Destiny Lies with Me

Chapter 450: Chapter 400: The People Bleed, Destiny Lies with Me

"My physical body is exceptionally robust and indestructible, and I can borrow and deflect force with ease. As long as I am rooted to the earth, my power is ever-lasting, streaming inexhaustibly."

"As for the speed of drawing my sword and my ability to react, these are even more so my strengths."

Zhou Ping’an examined his own body closely and had long understood where his advantages and disadvantages lay.

A powerful physique was certainly his greatest advantage.

There was a gap in realm, and his True Qi and Martial Intent were much weaker. In terms of speed and neurological responses, he might have fallen behind.

But he had cultivated the "Starlight Body Refining Technique", and refined his body into Starry Bone.

Although this cultivation technique had not yet reached completion,

the enhancement to physical strength and speed had soared exponentially.

So much so that Yue Chengtian’s Thunder God Blade responded to the will of heaven; it was truly as fast as lightning, indescribably quick.

Zhou Ping’an, however, was not much slower. He intercepted every attack, his offensive moves subtly hidden.

Instead, with the Heart-mind Clarity of the Intricacy Second Realm, he seized the initiative in every move, saw through the origin of Yue Chengtian’s swift and heavy blade techniques, shattered his opponent’s sword technique, and struck Yue Chengtian with one slash.

If it hadn’t been for a crucial moment,

the Old Man, through some unknown method, suddenly merged with the electric light. In the blink of an eye, his body became slightly ethereal. By that time, Zhou Ping’an’s One Slash had already passed through him, cutting him in two from the chest.

The clashing Sword Energies of the two men were extremely fast, having surpassed the visual limits of ordinary people.

Unaware of the danger contained within,

but at least, these people could see—who was wounded and retreating, and who was unscathed?

Zhou Ping’an’s sword pointed obliquely at the ground, his spirit like a chain, having firmly locked onto Yue Chengtian. In his heart, there was neither joy nor anger, only a single thought of the killing intent growing stronger.

"As a disciple of the Cloud Water Sect, you’ve actually cultivated the King of Light’s Golden Body Technique from the King of Light’s Temple to the point of an Indestructible Golden Body; even I am impressed. No, not just the King of Light’s Golden Body Technique could stop my Divine Thunder Punishment Sword..."

"The only possibility that your body could be this indestructible is if you had the foundation of the Prison Suppression Demon-Subduing Cultivation. This cultivation has the strongest body in the world. Only then could you withstand the thunder."

Yue Chengtian’s face was pitch black as he spoke gravely.

His voice echoed far and wide.

This was his attack as sharp as a knife, his intent as sharp as a knife, and his words as sharp as a knife.

Zhou Ping’an did not rush to attack. With so many people watching, what he wanted to demonstrate wasn’t just the killing of an enemy, but also the conquest of hearts and minds.

Not just conquering hearts, but also Gaining Momentum.

Stepping on the fame of Yue Chengtian, the Grandmaster, to gather an invincible force.

"I’ll let you make your move with full effort, then I’ll kill you with ease. After this battle, the world shall sing praises of my renowned name, and people from all directions will come to join..."

Compared to this silent and unnoticed transfer of Qi Fortune, being scolded a few times was just like the powerless roaring of the opponent; who could be wrongly blamed?

He listened to Yue Chengtian accusing him of practicing demonic arts, knowing that the other was malicious at heart, but he didn’t care, and just laughed it off, "Say what you will. If your sword technique is strong enough, then take my head. If your ability is not up to par, then even with your eloquent speech, you will not escape death today."

The momentum of the two fluctuated.

Yue Chengtian had just been overwhelming, bringing the stormy might of wind, rain, and thunder, wishing to slay his opponent before hundreds of thousands of soldiers and civilians during the heaven-worshipping ceremony, to elevate the name of Chengtian and boost the might of the Red Lotus.

Unfortunately, not only did he fail to succeed, but he ended up embarrassed.

Even his eloquent skills brought him no advantage; Zhou Ping’an’s retort made him appear cowardly and manipulative, unable to engage in real battle.

’This boy is extremely cunning and difficult to deal with.’

At this juncture, Yue Chengtian already had thoughts of retreat.

Yet, he was extremely unwilling.

After eighty or ninety years of cultivation, his sword technique had become divine, in accord with the will of heaven.

Just as he was about to seize the opportunity to gather great fortune, he was on the verge of a slim chance to open his Divine Aperture, refine his True Form, and step into the True Martial Realm to enjoy a life span of five hundred years.

That was five hundred years.

Compared to his current age of just over ninety, he would just be a young man not yet of age in those long years.

He would have plenty of time, vast amounts of it, to enjoy the great beauty of life.

Therefore, for the promise of the Lotus Heart Holy Mother, and for his own accumulated invincible momentum, he could not afford to lose this battle, nor could he flee.

If he lost,

escaped, he would forever lose hope for Longevity. His lifespan would soon come to an end, and before long, he would wither away in the mountains and forests, decaying along with the grass and trees.

What difference then between such a life and the existence of pigs and dogs?

I refuse.

"Take another slash from me, the common people bleed like rivers, it is Heaven’s Will!"

Yue Chengtian raised his blade to the sky, his slightly decrepit and wretched demeanor suddenly changed.

He took a deep breath, and as his bones and muscles inflated, his body filled out, smoothing away the wrinkles on his face, his hair flowing behind his head, and he transformed in place into a towering and robust man standing nine feet tall.

This slash seemed immensely heavy; when drawing the blade and taking a stance, it was as if the weight of thousands of mountains hung from it.

Yet, it also seemed extremely light, so light it could fling around the blood of passion, forgetting life and death.

In the ears and hearts of Zhou Ping’an and the tens of thousands of soldiers and civilians, amidst their daze, they seemed to witness the detestable faces of high-ranking officials and nobles looking down from above, they saw the despair and desolation from the tears of thousands of homes and the emptiness of tens of thousands of households.

Bones were scattered in the wild, no chickens cried out for thousands of miles.

In such a world, how could one not rebel?

"Kill, kill, kill..."

Far and near, countless cries for killing arose. The majority of those left in Pinghu County were the lower-class commoners and landless refugees. Who among them didn’t have heart-wrenching pasts; who hadn’t experienced their darkest moments trampled in the mud? At this moment, stirred by the Sword Intent, with their frustration and indignation hard to release, they could only shout out with red eyes.

The killing intent congregated into clouds, amassed into a blade in front of Zhou Ping’an. Yue Chengtian’s expression became solemn and majestic. In this moment, he was not just a man; he was Heaven’s Will.

"Merely a butcher, yet you dare speak of Heaven’s Will?"

Zhou Ping’an sneered.

He wasn’t unaware of who Yue Chengtian really was.

"""All Great Red Lotus Generals share one trait: They incite the hearts of the people, rallying under the banner of judging the villainous and overthrowing the old world to create a new one.

First, they paint a grand vision, urging the populace to fight to the death.

They stack up bones to fulfill their selfish desires.

In a normal power struggle, even if they have selfish motives, they also possess a sense of public duty to ensure the people under them are well, all to ensure survival for everyone.

But this kind of rebellion, from beginning to end, seems to only send everyone to their doom.

Once the common folk become their blade edges, their puppets, their walking corpses, these instigators step back with their gains, fully satisfied.

The endless skeletons fallen on the path of rebellion are not even worth a second glance to them.

These people, this sect, also have the audacity to claim Divine Mandate.

Thinking this,

Zhou Ping’an’s gaze grew colder.

"The commoners are innocent; they, too, just want to live—they are people, not swords..."

As the word "swords" fell,

the shouts of killing around suddenly stopped.

A star, bright as a fighting cock, appeared in the sky.

The vast pale blue starlight shone on Zhou Ping’an’s body, clinging to his sword blade, enveloping all directions with an ancient, desolate aura.

With just the slightest pressure of this aura, the wild Sword Intent Yue Chengtian was mustering shattered to pieces.

"Who is fated by heaven, I am fated by heaven."

In that moment, the 137 Starry Bones within Zhou Ping’an’s body shone brilliantly, ringing out with a resonant clang, the air around him exploding and twisting. His sword cleaved through the clouds, its killing intent solidifying into rivers, and on the platform above, it became a sea of azure skies.

...

Before Yue Chengtian could realize the danger and retreat in haste,

Zhou Ping’an’s Sword Energy rose and fell.

Like waves of the vast ocean, crushing down heavily.

[Boundless Ocean]

As Zhou Ping’an’s killing intent was incited by Yue Chengtian’s Sword Intent, he harbored infinite sorrow within, mourning the hardships of people’s lives.

For a moment, he resonated with the will of heaven, and with the Po Army Star, his bones emitting dazzling light within him. The starlight merged into one, and with one slash, the sea seemed to overturn with boundless power.

"How is this possible?"

Yue Chengtian’s body had just leapt into the air.

Snap...

Amidst a light sound,

his wide, thick-back saber was blown into pieces by Zhou Ping’an’s boundless strike.

His arms, raised in front of his chest, also crumbled into powder at the same moment.

His once full and robust body became withered once more.

For the first time, a look of horror flashed in his eyes.

His figure staggered and turned into a flash of electricity, retreating backwards thirty-eight yards in a step, and when he leapt up again, everyone saw that the right half of his body was torn and drooping, flesh and bones curling up.

Blood spilled, his figure like a ghost’s.

However, the man did have some tricks.

Once he decided to flee, he didn’t look back. His escape was swift to the extreme, turning into a flash of lightning, several times faster than when he had arrived.

"Heaven unleashes its killing intent, stars shift their places!"

Zhou Ping’an didn’t know what kind of opportunity he had tapped into at that moment. He had just begun to cultivate his Martial Intent when he coincidentally resonated with the heavenly heart.

That is the commonly referred Po Army Star.

As the Po Army Star moved, the world turned crimson red, beheading the disobedient to pacify the world.

Taking advantage of the lingering resonance,

he lightly tapped his feet.

Like being dragged by the gravitational pull of celestial bodies, his silhouette pierced the void, already close on Yue Chengtian’s heels.

Just as he was about to swing his sword to strike, he saw the half-tattered old man’s face twist in desperate ferocity. Leaning against the surging Li River, with one hand forming a Hand Imprint, he roared: "Imperative command, Five Thunder Soul Shaking..."

Zhou Ping’an had thought this old timer would set off a self-explosion in his final moments.

But unexpectedly, following the opponent’s Hand Imprint and Incantation,

the water of the river suddenly rolled back, its level dropping by three or four yards...

A black-green fish head as big as a three-story tavern burst out of the water, opening its wide mouth full of sharp teeth, roaring thunderously, and a violent wind headed his way.

"There’s a backup plan, too late."

Zhou Ping’an’s heart-mind was exceptionally resolute.

At this moment, even if an actual dragon was summoned with a shout, it wouldn’t cause his slashing hand to hesitate for a moment.

...

With one slash, the wind ceased, the river calmed, and the gigantic fish head was also pressed to the ground by the overwhelming Sword Energy, as heavy as a mountain.

In Yue Chengtian’s eyes, a last glimmer of hope sparkled, but the sword edge had already swept past, lifting him into the air.

The infinite Sword Energy burst forth in layers.

His head and body, in the next instant, detonated into a rain of blood across the sky.

...

End of month, seek for Monthly Passes."""