Chapter 151: with translation of chapter title

Because for her, this time it was not about seizing an opportunity, but about forming a good karmic bond.

Earlier, the message from Thus line: Qingshi Jun shook the entire Silver Moon Divine Sect, and even a Supreme Elder personally emerged from seclusion, because… this generation of the sect lacks outstanding heavenly pride disciples.

Unable to shoulder the burden.

In the end, they could only think of forming a marriage alliance to seek continuation.

An ancient mighty one once deduced that this great era is about to descend, all spirits will revive, the obscured world will restart, the Dao hierarchy will no longer be invincible, and the ancient glory will reappear.

Therefore… the Silver Moon Divine Sect really wants to seek change.

And the youth who appeared in Thus line: Qingshi Jun fits this requirement well.

This time, as a Dao‑Merging Supreme Elder, she personally stepped out, representing the will of the entire Silver Moon Divine Sect to protect the Profound Yang Sect.

Because of the opportunity, it is highly likely to fall into the hands of that youth from the Profound Yang Sect.

But she never expected that this time it would alarm so many powerful beings.

She was calculating the outcome after the battle later.

Worry began to rise in her heart.

"Humm—"

At this moment, two vague figures slowly emerged, each shrouded in a law‑filled aura that covered their bodies, making them indistinct.

But Lingwu True Person sensed a familiar aura from them—these were old fellows from his own era.

"A single piece of news has actually stirred up many old timers; that's somewhat interesting."

His dormant sword heart began to stir, eager for a battle.

Being able to clash with these old timers also counts, for him, as a final polishing of his sword heart before death.

Even if he fails to seize it and dies, he would have no regrets; a thrilling, all‑out battle would be enough.

Jiuming True Person's eyelids twitched slightly, his hoarse voice somewhat grating: "Dao Brother Lingwu, you truly are war‑loving; though you have not yet seen the opportunity, you already wish to fight."

"Our lifespans can at most support one battle; please think twice."

"If we truly encounter the opportunity of the ancient phoenix, we can act later without delay."

His expression was somewhat evasive, because back then… Lingwu True Person, wishing to temper his sword heart, went to many ancient sects to challenge the older generation of cultivators, hoping thereby to break through.

But… everyone has pretty much declined, their lifespans are nearly exhausted—who would want to be a stepping stone?

Even back then, when I entered meditation, one reason was to see if my old enemies were still alive, intending to ambush and kill them.

Second, to avoid such fierce individuals, lest they come seeking a fight.

By then, fighting would be impossible, not fighting would also be impossible—caught between a rock and a hard place.

"Dao Brother, you are already old; your sword intent should be concealed, for such sharpness is easily broken."

One vague figure spoke, extremely dissatisfied.

They now only wish to rush to Thus line: Qingshi Jun as quickly as possible.

To investigate the truth of the opportunity.

But now… Lingwu True Person has mobilized his true intent to block them, leaving them feeling stifled.

However, this person's fierce reputation precedes him, so in the end no one dared to strike directly.

"You, a head‑hiding, tail‑showing old immortal, dare to lecture me?" Lingwu True Person's eyes narrowed; in the void, myriad sword lights flashed and swept across.

The entire space trembled and was ripped apart; that vague figure struck repeatedly, blood and qi surging, manifesting a giant city in his hand to forcibly suppress it, only calming after a moment.

But in the end he retreated into the void, unwilling to clash head‑on.

"Lingwu Dao Friend, you've gone too far; we're all here for the opportunity, fighting to the death—what's this about?" Jiuming True Person spoke, warning that if he continued to go mad, he might even turn on them.

The other two vague figures responded in kind, deeply dissatisfied, their auras merging to seal the void.

This is a declaration: if Lingwu True Person continues his mad deeds, they will join forces.

"Boring, let's go to Thus line: Qingshi Jun." Lingwu True Person's sword light faded from his eyes, he curled his lips, and sat back upon his sword.

Originally he had wanted to kill one first, using that momentum to see if he could glimpse the Dao‑Merging realm; even if injured, that momentum would be unstoppable when seizing the opportunity.

But… the others saw through it, and naturally would not give him that chance.

Their lifespans are even shorter; they dare not fight outright, their cultivation less than half, making a direct clash difficult.

"Humm—"

Immediately, the giant sword was reactivated, tearing open a void passage to transport them toward Thus line: Qingshi Jun.

Jiuming True Person's eyes flashed with a sinister gleam; as they entered the spatial passage, he considered striking, sending the target into the void storm to bury him.

But… in the end he decided against it, for if he failed, they would face a life‑and‑death battle.

Now the Profound Yin Elder has already reached Thus line: Qingshi Jun, seized the initiative; even if the two of us join forces, we would still have an advantage.

That is also why Lingwu True Person earlier halted and issued a threat—after all, when using a great transmission talisman, if intercepted, one is likely to die and lose one's the Way.

A show of force, then departure—ultimately the safer course.

"I'd like to see whether he's still as invincible as before, even though his lifespan is drawing to a close," a vague figure said, stepping directly into the void with a cold smile and killing intent.

Immediately, the Silver Moon Divine Sect's old matriarch, Jiuming True Person, and the obscured old figure all followed closely, rushing to Thus line: Qingshi Jun.

They did not wish to fall behind.

……………

Just then, terrifying auras surged and undulated above Thus line: Qingshi Jun.

Those strands of True Fire emitting an undying aura were madly scorching the Profound Yin Elder.

Yang Heavenly Venerable was at this moment frantically absorbing spiritual medicine energy, feeling the qi and blood in his flesh surge to the extreme.

He was exerting his full effort.

This feeling was exceedingly pleasant.

No need to worry about essence and blood disappearing.

The Great Dao of Fire, exert oneself fully.

Even faintly gained some insight, there are some opportunities for breaking through and merging the Dao.

"You deserve to die! Junior!"

Venerable Xuan Yin at this moment his whole body stained with blood, intense burning sensation, making him almost suffocate, utterly embarrassed.

He could not withstand this level of True Fire, directly began to switch from defense to attack, one after another seal condensed, bombarding the void.

But... countless True Fire, again came to slaughter.

His vitality, continuously draining away.

Unable to resist.

Because... Grand Ancestor Yang Tian these years, although he is at the Venerable realm, but in the Great Dao of Fire he has gone far; if facing the peak Venerable Xuan Yin, perhaps not a match.

But... now, he occupies absolute advantage, he can squander, act recklessly, not fearing downfall.

And Venerable Xuan Yin bound hand and foot, fallen to a lower position.

"Sizzle... Sizzle!"

Burning continuously, Dao realm blood flows out, causing countless laws to shatter.

The battle, already nearing its end.

Grand Ancestor Yang Tian unleashes a great killing move, a great sun presses down, the spiritual energy within a radius of ten thousand li is drained at this moment.

Directly and suddenly bombarding to kill.

The pitch-black light, after a moment, slowly faded.

Not even a miserable cry.

Only a tattered corner of clothing fluttering in the air.

"Hummm..."

Venerable Yang Tian stands with hands behind back, upon the azure heavens, inside his body a faint aura fluctuation, connecting heaven and earth, wishing to break the Dao realm.

His gaze floats upon that black robe, Lord Jie Ling is...

Oneself, unafraid.

Just then, a roar suddenly sounded: "Ants of the Xuan Yang Sect, how dare you injure my junior brother, you are seeking death!"

Jiu Ming True Person et al., have now reached the void.

The giant sword halted in mid-air, at this moment... Ling Wu True Person et al., all are dazed.

Looking toward the crowd below.

That familiar aura...

One's own, disciple!

Qing Xuan Zi!