Seeing this scene, Wang Zhonglou was instantly scared white, while the light of purple and gold trembled gently at the same time, wanting to call on the large Huangting inside his body to save his little brother-in-law.
However, at this moment, the profound internal energy that had always been at his command, no longer listened to him, but was firmly locked by a domineering and strong qi, completely suppressed within his qihai and dantian, making it unable to move.
"Boom!"
As the sword light was about to land on the little Taoist acolyte's forehead, a vast and powerful qi force abruptly burst forth from within him, manifesting into a magnificent celestial phenomenon. This caused the eighty-one peaks of Wudang Mountain's southeastern, southwestern, northern, and southern regions to start rolling with clouds and mist, layer upon layer converging towards it.
At the same time, at the top of the main peak's Fengting Palace, a legendary sword artifact hung under the eaves, said to be left behind by Lord Lao Zu. It was now also shaken and emitted a clear and resonant sound. Then it broke through the void and appeared in the middle of Little Lotus Peak in an instant.
"Clang..."
The sound of the sword's resonance echoed endlessly, simultaneously blocking in front of the little Taoist acolyte, intercepting the piercing sword qi that could annihilate a great celestial figure.
When he saw the familiar yet unfamiliar sword in front of him, the little Taoist acolyte's eyes were initially confused, followed by his facial expressions changing constantly, as if filled with both joy and sorrow. In the end, a bitter smile appeared on his face as he looked at Wu Xian while reaching out and grabbing Lord Lao Zu's sword, causing it to emit a joyful hum.
"Wake up?"
Wu Xian squinted his eyes, looking at the little Taoist acolyte silently like that, his gaze deep and profound, while also withdrawing the vast qi force he had been suppressing on Wang Zhonglou.
"Hum..."
The bindings vanished, and Wang Zhonglou's Da Huangting began to revolve again, with his surrounding qi forces surging. But the next second, they suddenly stopped once more.
It was because he too had seen what had just happened, seeing the legendary sword that had not moved for five hundred years, which seemed to fly back home to his little brother-in-law Hong Xiao Xing, and was now calmly being held in his hand.
After a moment, his gaze shifted away from Lord Lao Zu's sword and fell on Hong Xiao Xing, meeting a pair of gentle and indifferent eyes.
The black eyes were deep and bottomless, as if reflecting an infinite universe, embracing all things in the world.
Wang Zhonglou's emotions began to agitate, and his body started to tremble. Then he whispered in a low voice, "Master ancestor."
Hearing Wang Zhonglou's address, Hong Xiao Xing's eyes dimmed slightly, and he sighed deeply with a melancholic tone. His entire aura also became ancient and profound, starkly contrasting with his outward appearance of a child.
No denial.
Wang Zhonglou shed tears profusely, kneeling down silently.
Hong Xiao Xing... No, now that he had recovered his memories from his previous life, he should be called the founding master of Wudang, Lao Tzu.
"Snap! Snap! Snap! Snap—!"
Suddenly, a crisp round of applause rang out. It was Wu Xian, laughing and slapping his palms, catching the attention of the two. He then said, "What a touching scene! Wu congratulates you on your return to this world. However, I wonder what your intentions are next. Do you intend to continue refining your Dao or seek the red gown in your heart?"
Lü Dongxuan did not speak, but he furrowed his brow and looked at Wu Xian, silently calculating in his mind. He felt a mist behind the young man, which he could not see clearly.
Then he turned to the fourth person present, that is, Jun Piānxiān, who was brought to Little Lotus Peak together with Wu Xian by himself. After a quick calculation once more, his face suddenly revealed a surprised expression.
"The destiny has been disrupted... It should not be like this."
Looking at this Western Chu empress who should not be here, Lü Dongxuan's heart skipped a beat, and he once again began to calculate. Soon he knew the identity of this era's red gown, as well as her current situation.
In the original work, Hong Xiao Xing and Xu Zhihui's encounter occurred after Xu Xiaofeng became the King of Beidain. However, because of Wu Xian's interference, this experience did not happen naturally, so Lü Dongxuan had not seen Hong Xiao Xing's red-clad figure in this life.
As for Xu Zhihui, since Xu Xiaofeng had gone to the capital, he had taken his eldest daughter along with him and together they entered the city of Taian.
Behind the white robe case, Wu Su was forcibly detained in the Lyingyang Palace by Wu Xian, and he had not forgotten about this beloved of Lord Lü. Now she is with Wu Su, secretly transferred to Hui Mountain in Jianshui Prefecture, a matter known by few people.
After calculating the reasons for these events, Lü Dongxuan sighed again and looked up at Wu Xian with a serious expression, asking, "What exactly is your purpose in doing this?"
Wu Xian smiled, then asked, "Master, for whom do you refine your Dao for seven hundred years?"
Lü Dongxuan replied calmly, "For the righteousness of the world."
"Really? Is it not for that one red garment?"
Lü Dongxuan paused, unable to refute.
Wu Xian spread his hands: "Do not be shy, everyone has selfishness. Even sages are not truly selfless. Practicing for one's beloved is a very normal thing, and there is nothing to be ashamed of. However..." He paused, looking at Lü Dongxuan, "Master, the question remains. Why did you practice Dao for seven hundred years in the human world, just for that one red garment?"
Lü Dongxuan remained silent, but his pupils involuntarily constricted slightly.
"I once heard the old ancestor of Confucianism say that the Five Emperors of the Five Directions in heaven are incredibly high-level, surpassing the Great Immortality Realm. Their souls do not descend into reincarnation, and they can understand the Tao of heaven and elevate their cultivation through reincarnation, which is something that other heavenly immortals cannot do."
"According to what I know, besides the Dark Emperor, both the Green and White Emperors have done so. However, this world seems to have someone who has undergone multiple reincarnations multiple times. That is, yourself. And then I started thinking... Why? "
"Why can you, a person who has never truly ascended, be able to treat the cycle of rebirth as a game like the Five Emperors of Heaven, repeat it again and again, and more easily regain the power that belongs to you."
"Later, I thought of a possibility. Maybe you are the reincarnation of some emperor, and what you call refining the Tao of Heaven is actually understanding the true meaning of reincarnation and refining your heart in the mortal world. Perhaps that red robe is even a love karmic bond set by yourself. Once you fulfill your past life wish, you can achieve complete merit and transcend the cycle of rebirth."
"Additionally, I dared to guess that future battles between the mortal world and the heavens, including the future that Xiao Shidai saw, are just one of your strategies."
"He thought he had arrived at the atmosphere, but in reality, he was only in the basement. All of this was your plot, intended to prompt this grand rescue drama, using this ultimate chaos to purify his heart and thus understand the Tao of Heaven."
"So the final question comes, who are you? The Southern Red Emperor, or the most mysterious Central Yellow Emperor?"
"…And who are you?"
Lü Dongxuan broke his silence, still asking in a calm tone, but both Wu Xian and the onlookers Wang Zhonglou and Jun Pianxian could sense a chilling frost in his voice.
"Are you angry because I guessed your thoughts correctly?"
Wu Xian laughed loudly, then took a step forward, lifting his unremarkable fist, and striking at Lü Dongxuan's forehead.
In the next second, the space where Lü Dongxuan was standing shattered, and his figure also disappeared from the spot. When he reappeared, he was already floating in mid-air, over a hundred meters away. The sword in his hand erupted with profound sword qi, its aura as vast as the sea and deep as the abyss.
In a breath, he struck out with a hundred and eight blades. The sword qi formed a rainbow, slicing through the sky and transforming into a fierce sword net that descended to envelop the entire Little Lotus Peak.
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