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Tian Anping had long since ceased to feel pain.
Yesterday, Lu Yòu made him taste the long-lost pain.
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Today, Jiang Wang's pain directly broke through his sensory limit!
Even he, a man so utterly cold and with a will almost unbreakable, had a moment of losing control.
That kind of empty, helpless, and clueless feeling, not knowing what day it is, with a blank mind, he had never experienced before. He was used to being in control, but now he felt lost himself.
The True Source Fire Realm has pushed the power of flames to its absolute limit.
That blazing Samādhi True Fire, directly from the level of Tao, decomposes him, erases his resistance, incinerates his power, and melts away his Tao—today, I transform him into ashes.
And as he let out a deafening roar, molten iron cascaded down, instantly filling his mouth, boiling his tongue, ripping open his esophagus, and silencing his cries in an instant!
It is in this moment of blankness, this instant of silence, that everything seems to end.
Whoosh!
A towering, magnificent yet terrifying iron cable city melted into millions of square meters of molten iron, collapsing to the ground and smashing into a huge pit. At the center of this True Origin Fire Realm, on the plain laid by Zhu Yancao, a crimson lake formed from the piled-up molten iron.
Tian Anping's breath had ceased, his body limp and lifeless. He fell backward into the lake of molten iron, consumed by its fiery embrace.
But Jiang Wang did not leave.
He stood there, sword in hand, before the molten lake. His face was impassive as he lightly flicked his blade, sending a few drops of molten iron and streaks of blood flying. It was like finishing a stroke of calligraphy, letting the ink settle.
On the crimson iron water, there was his black reflection.
In the clouds that floated aloft, was a crimson sky opened for him.
When he's not moving, he seems harmless enough.
A flamebird, singing as it came from the sky, landed on his shoulder.
In the depths of the cloud sea, the demonic ape statue seemed to exude a strange kind of compassion, quietly disappearing.
And the Red Water flows endlessly, Tian Anping contributed his power to this world, forever becoming a part of this lake.
There is nothing more devastating than burning one's true self.
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The Samadhi True Fire burns away all things in the world, stripping away the outer shell and seeking the truth of the world. Samadhi burning true is the swallowing of that truth of the world.
Jiang Wang gazed quietly at the lake.
Glug glug, glug glug.
At first, there were tiny bubbling sounds, like newborn springs at the bottom of a lake.
Gradually growing stronger, it seemed like a monstrous beast was devouring something at the bottom of the lake.
A terrifying aura gradually emanated from the waters of Chi Shui Lake, casting a gloomy and oppressive shadow.
Whoosh—
The crimson iron water parted the waves. Tian Anping, bare-chested and with long hair flowing down his back, wearing only a pair of trousers, emerged from the water, standing in the middle of the lake!
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He still had shackles on his wrists and ankles, the chains dangling broken. But all the other iron chains he had been wearing were gone.
The scalding, crimson molten iron flowed down his long hair, down the crisscrossing scars on his body.
Jiang Wang had fought countless battles, his body once covered in scars from head to toe. But after entering the realm of Dòngzhēn, few forces could leave their mark on him anymore.
Such people as Tian Anping, with new wounds layered upon old scars, are truly rare in the world.
Of course, rarer still is his physical condition—
Just moments ago, he was on the brink of death, his breath almost extinguished. Now, in the blink of an eye, he was revived, brimming with life force that surged out of the lake like a roaring fire. Even the power of the forbidden "Pillow at War" needle couldn't last this long.
Tian Anping has recovered from that state of unconscious howling, almost forgetting the feeling of extreme pain.
No, he's savoring that feeling!
In the midst of agonizing contemplation, he scrutinized the lake, this fiery inferno of a miniature world.
Of course, he could plainly see how wonderful and well-managed this world was.
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He also naturally discovered his own power, how it was broken down and used. It transformed into ubiquitous vital energy, nourishing this world.
He didn't mind it, after all; it was a novel life experience.
"There should be a stone monument here," he said casually, "inscribed with my accomplishments in this world."
"What should I write" Jiang Wang asked indifferently.
Tian Anping didn't speak. He just clenched his fists, holding them raised before him like a prisoner awaiting the officer's summons. But his knuckles tightened, his fist peaks jutting out sharply —
Kach! Boom!
It sounds like the roar of an organic, mechanical voice. Like a celestial gate bursting open.
The shackles, which had been bound to Tian Anping's wrist for all these years, regardless of imprisonment, release, conquest or sea voyages... just like that, they opened.
The shackles fell from his wrist, freefalling to the ground.
This seemingly unremarkable pair of black shackles, like a mountain range sealed shut.
During the descent, the shackles suddenly accelerated and intensified, a miniature version of an avalanche. The ferocious force instantly squeezed and exploded the air, emitting a deafening roar as it crashed into the molten iron lake, stirring up crimson waves like volcanic magma!
Tian Anping's breath surged, his long hair flying wildly.
Then came the left ankle, followed by the right. The shackles, connected to the broken chain, fell away like dead branches from a tree, separating from Tian Anping's body and plummeting to the ground. The iron fetters were finally open, and Tian Anping was completely free.
Unfettered and unbound, he spread his arms wide, savoring the world in a gesture of long-awaited freedom.
This was a state he had never shown even during life-or-death battles with the Lou clan!
And there stood a black stone tablet by this Red Water Lake, rising majestically.
On the stone tablet, from top to bottom, four crimson characters were inscribed in relief: --
"Terror Monarch"!
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There is more than one path for Tian Anping.
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Of course, the "line" that was seen by Jiang Wang and severed by Jiang Wang is one of them.
"Terror" is also in there!
He brought terror to all, and drew his power from it.
This stone tablet inscribed with the four characters "Terror Heavenly King" is both Tian Anping's answer to Jiang Wang and a reflection of Tian Anping's path. It's also proof that Tian Anping has invaded this world and gained some authority!
Otherwise, how could one carve inscriptions on a stone pillar out of thin air
This is the true source fire realm, every blade of grass and tree are guarded by demon apes, all under Jiang Wang's control.
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Even an outsider who wants to dig up a handful of soil or pluck a flower would find it difficult.
Tian Anping was able to create things and change the environment here.
He is indeed an unimaginable powerhouse, capable of things beyond human reach.
The name "horror" can certainly be used.
Tian Anping, bare-footed and naked, stood in the center of Tie Shui Lake, gazing at Jiang Wang. In his calm eyes, reflected the worldly flame, as if asking - "How"
And his liberated, ever-growing aura surged skyward, crashing and booming, as if to shatter this world!
The waves crashed.
This Chi Shui Lake, this world of true flame origin, shattered like a mirror.
Both sides escaped from the Zhenyuan Fire Realm.
All that raging flame, birds and demon apes, as if shattered dreams.
Only one firework bloomed, falling behind the swaying green robes of Jiang Wang.
A crimson bloom rests upon the azure lake, burning silently.
It declared that it wasn't a dream.
The two masters, who had reappeared in the anglerfish's territory, still faced each other, but they had increased the distance between them.
Li Fengyao's frost-hearted mind could no longer discern anything, completely unable to tell who was gaining the upper hand. Whether it was Tian Anping or Jiang Wang, they had both surpassed her limits of perception.
But as the most powerful of those present, Zhao Wu-yan felt Tian Anping's terrifying power. It was almost bursting forth, shattering this world, causing her to instinctively pull Xu Xiangqian behind her.
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At this moment, Jiang Wang had already unsheathed his sword.
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That was truly an indescribable sword strike!
To remain a mere spectator, rather than experiencing life firsthand, she felt only a daze, unable to find her way. She had absorbed the knowledge of her family's teachings and the achievements of all under heaven, yet she still had no idea where her future lay!
Fate is a long journey, ending before this sword. Life is short, and thus its chapters are closed.
No matter how hard one tries, no matter how much they struggle. Within such a predicament, there is always no way out.
In Tian Anping's feelings, he broke free from the shackles for the first time and unrestrainedly released his power. In an extremely tyrannical manner, he broke through the Zhenyuan Fire Realm to witness the stronger Jiang Wang, but only saw a vast emptiness.
Previously, the pain was so intense that my senses overloaded and I went blank. My eyes were filled with molten iron, my vision rusted over.
Now I have a clear mind and my spirit is complete, my state even surpasses its peak. Yet, I can't see anything at all. My heart is adrift in the endless sea of suffering, with no shore in sight. My body is trapped in an endless night, unable to reach even my fingertips!
At that time, what was lost was control over oneself. Now, what is lost is the grasp on one's destiny.
However, it wasn't until this moment of utter emptiness, stepping outside the confines of the game, that he truly grasped awareness. He suddenly understood—
He was trapped in the battleground defined by lovesickness from beginning to end, unable to truly break free from his chains even after being freed from his shackles.
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Though shackles are removed from limbs, heaven and earth have already woven a cage.
Releasing power, yet in an empty realm. Still possessing spirits, a mere remnant of the calamity!
That scene of the True Fire Realm being ripped apart, never actually happened.
The process he felt of breaking through to the real fire realm was just a preview made for him by the other party's subconscious ocean!
Facing Jiang Wang's sword strike, the vast majority of cultivators in the world would likely be unaware of what hit them before they were gone. He was far stronger than those people - much stronger -
So you can see how you were killed.
“Empty of thought and perception, one attains enlightenment. To be born into this world is a karmic burden.”
This sword, seizing the void!
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Li Fengyao and Xu Xiangqian couldn't see the sword being drawn, as they were blinded by their own emotions. They only saw that above the blue sea, two peerless masters stood facing each other in mid-air. After a moment of silence, Tian Anping suddenly erupted with a terrifying aura, which then abruptly plummeted!
Heaven and Earth hear the sword's cry.
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In the eyes of everyone, Chang Xiangsi had already drawn a clear blade. The tip of the sword pierced into Tian Anping's throat, piercing through his Taoist defenses, causing him to open his eyes wide and completely lose his resistance. The terrifying power of this Taoist body burst like an inflated balloon, flooding out uncontrollably. It pressed down on the entire sea area, causing it to sink madly.
In an instant, it became a sea of pits.
Tian Anping didn't fall immediately. Instead, he was pinned in mid-air by the sword, hanging there like a piece of meat drying in the wind.
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The gleaming blade was like a bridge, connecting two unrelated individuals in a tight embrace. Blood beads rolled away from the edge of the blade, cascading down like waterfalls into the sea, leaving no trace behind.
With sword in hand, Jiang Wang stood there, his eyes seeming lost and distant.
"Great Qi! Jiang Wang! I, a hero of the State of Qi!!"
"Title bestowed... Qingyangzi!"
"Great Duke Mu An of Qi!"
The sea of hidden meaning is calm and still.
Yet it sounded like crashing waves, beating back and forth.
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Jiang Wang's eyes suddenly cleared!
With just a little more forward thrust, his sword would bring Tian Anping's life to an end.
But he held onto the hilt of his sword.
Although I had such a clear feeling of disgust, and wanted to kill Tian Anping right there. Although I was close to the state of heaven and man, and should have nothing to worry about. But...
How can one forget Qi
Jian Xia is a member of the Great Qi Army Affairs Hall, and the commander of the Jiuzhi Zhanyu.
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This sword moves forward, and all past affections cease to exist. From now on, Qi Ren becomes an enemy.
Gurgling, gurgling.
Tian Anping gaped, a bloody gurgle escaping his lips like the croak of a dying rooster.
His throat and mouth simultaneously gushed out blood, wetting his chest and staining half his face red.
But this face, stained with blood, was filled with a peculiar sense of satisfaction, smiling in pain.
This kind of satisfaction has nothing to do with life and death.
The truth of the world, it turns out, is like this.
“Heaven and man… Heaven and man!” His bloodshot eyes were filled with a thirst for knowledge and exploration. Every breath he took felt like agony, his voice only a muffled groan in his chest: “I really want to… try it… ah! Mmm—”
With a slight lift of his sword, Jiang Wang cut off his rambling, severing his contemplation and pulling him back to reality, to the present situation.
He knew that he would die immediately, and after death there would be no more fun!
Tian Anping's eyes, which had been scattered and dull, slowly, slowly began to focus again. He hung there, suspended from the sword, drawing in ragged breaths, coughing up blood with each gasp, watching Jiang Wang all the while.
"It seems you're not so crazy after all," Jiang Wang said.
Tian Anping looked at Jiang Wang for a long time, as if he had finally understood her words. He opened his mouth wide, a mixture of crying and laughing.
Jiang Wangping held his sword, his face impassive, and said: "If I were to kill someone, I wouldn't need heaven's decree to urge me."
"I don't want to hear about threats you make to my friend a third time."
"Listen carefully, and then blink your eyes."
"This is my last shred of sanity, and it's the only patience I have left for you."
For the sake of Qi!
Jiang Wang actually broke free from Heaven's choice, at the moment he was already drowning.
Tian Anping looked at him steadily.
The eyes he saw in Jiang Wang were like a still sea, calm and unruffled, holding everything yet seeming to possess nothing. All emotions lay hidden beneath the surface, destructive power simmering deep within.
He felt Jiang Wang was falling, and he himself almost sank with her.
Tian Anping's eyes, filled with bloodshot veins, blinked with difficulty.
"Hold the wound." Jiang Wang said.
Tian Anping spat out a mouthful of blood heavily. In this pain, he grasped some strength and resolutely raised his hands to cover his neck.
In the gap between his clasped palms, within the crushing of flesh and bone —
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Jiang Wang drew his long sword, then sheathed it with a flick of his wrist.
After a clang of the sword.
Ultimate sharpness, culminating in ultimate tranquility.
Until the moment when Chang Xiang Si left its body, that terrifying sword intent, which had been rampaging inside Dao's physical form, destroying his organs and crushing any resistance, finally roared out, erupting from his mouth.
Tian Anping's lifeform, almost comparable to Huyan Jingxuan's, finally began to circulate with blood and energy. The vital energy that concerned life was now filling the gap in its source. The force that had been constantly escaping finally ceased to dissipate and even returned.
Only then did he feel it—he was truly alive.
He can still live!
"Now, let's go. Don't look back." Jiang Wang said.
Tian Anping also covered his own neck, in a ridiculous and self-strangling posture, swaying... and walked away.
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No sound of shackles, no sound of frenzied laughter.
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