869: C869 The Ultimate Dao Is Invincible

C869 The Ultimate Dao Is Invincible

At the end of the world, a gigantic demonic shadow charged into the river of stars and disappeared.

However, everyone could recognize that aura.

Crazy Night Three Autumn's!

Just now, he was the one who had opened his mouth and wanted to lure Situ Xuan into the grave.

"Eventide Three Autumn's ability to stir up trouble in the east is not the style of a heavyweight." Buried King said slowly.

However, Situ Xuan did not chase after Ye Sanqiu, but abruptly looked in the direction of the burial ground. Then he closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

"I did smell my presence there." Situ Xuan then mumbled to himself.

When he was in the burial ground, he had felt traces of the existence of his real body!

The supreme dao practitioners were truly too terrifying. They were already standing at the peak of this world, overlooking all the creatures of the world. No one had as many accomplishments as they did. Situ Xuan was a first level mortal, and had meditated on the path of Confucianism for 80 years. He had long since walked his own path.

Everyone in the world was shocked when he gained insights into the Dao.

This was Situ Xuan's current state.

Endless ripples appeared under Situ Xuan's feet, and with a light tap, tens of thousands of mountains and rivers shrunk under his feet.

Shrinking the earth into an inch!

No, this was an even more terrifying technique than the Spatial Compression Technique.

He directly charged into the ground. His aura was not strong, his temperament was not sharp, and his eyes were even very turbid. However, when this old man rushed into the tomb, many of the old corpses in the tomb began to back off.

The purple gas that filled the sky engulfed his body and rushed straight into the ground.

"All Burial Makers, retreat." Within the Burial Ground, everyone had left, leaving only the Burial King behind.

Buried King took a step forward and appeared in the air.

His temperament was very similar to that of the Three Tombs.

His entire body was covered in a hazy light, and was wrapped in an endless grandmist. He looked very extraordinary, and the endless holy light shrouded him.

"Who am I?" Situ Xuan asked.

Buried King didn't say anything, he only stared blankly at Situ Xuan.

"Tell me, who am I?" Situ Xuan spoke again. The turbid light in his eyes had already disappeared and was replaced with clarity.

"You are an Adept, the pinnacle figure of a Dao Domain." Buried King said slowly.

Situ Xuan stopped, "No, I'm not."

He slowly descended into the ground, causing the entire tomb to instantly turn upside down.

There were quite a few burying corpses that were fast asleep within the coffins, and they were rearing corpses. However, the moment Situ Xuan got close, those Burial Scholars let out miserable shrieks as purplish-gold flames rose from their bodies.

This kind of righteous energy posed an unimaginable threat to the Burial Maker.

"Let's go." The Buried King was enraged and sent a palm towards Situ Xuan.

A casual strike from the Immortal King Stage powerhouse could destroy a dimensional space. This palm attack was made in a fit of rage and was extremely fierce. The entire void trembled from the impact.

The palm got closer and closer to Situ Xuan, and finally struck towards his head.

Situ Xuan was extremely calm as he looked at that palm. He slowly raised his shriveled and frail right arm to meet that palm.

One palm was as white as jade while the other was as dry as dried wood. They clashed together just like that.

Boom!

The Graveyard of Cultivators was instantly torn apart. The space behind Situ Xuan was madly exploding as the ground beneath his feet caved in. As for Buried King, he was actually pushed back a hundred miles by Situ Xuan. Blood even flowed out from the corner of his mouth.

Situ Xuan's hair was loose and his entire head was covered with long, grayish-white hair.

"There was a person who was sleeping here before, but after that, he left." Situ Xuan sniffed the air in the ground and spoke softly.

His voice was very soft and very hoarse. Only the Burial King could hear him.

Buried King suddenly widened his eyes, which were filled with disbelief.

Buried in the earth … All these years, there was only one person who had fallen asleep here before leaving — that was the third burial, Meng Xuan!

Could it be … This Adept in front of him …

Buried King's heart was beating rapidly.

This was too crazy. If a clone could become an Ascendant, then who was Meng Xuan? And just how terrifying was his real body?

This Adept in front of him was simply too terrifying. Once he comprehended the Dao, he would be able to fight against the Immortal King powerhouses!

Who said that Confucianism was useless?

All schools and all schools contending with each other, all in one.

Were even the most useless Confucianism so terrifying?

The two of them clashed against each other's attacks and had already injured the King Buried.

Regardless of whether it was the Western Orthodoxy or the people from the Middle Earth Ninth Layer, especially the Immortal King powerhouses, all of them were terrified. Even though this old man's lifespan was already running out, he could die of old age at any moment. But he was too terrifying. He was able to injure the Buried King with a single strike. Just what kind of explosive power was this?

Situ Xuan then shook his head and looked towards the center of the Stellar River. The Crazy Night Demon Three Autumn Snow coldly looked down at Situ Xuan.

Before this, his cultivation had been cut off by Meng Tianji, but he still hadn't recovered yet. Thus, he didn't dare to fight against Situ Xuan.

Situ Xuan glanced at Three Autumn Night and then lost interest. He turned around and walked away. The great rivers and mountains under the heavens were like mud balls under his feet, and he passed by them with a single step.

He disappeared from everyone's line of sight and walked into the distance.

As the sun rose, the disheveled Situ Xuan entered a city of mortals. Mad and foolish, he kept muttering to himself, "Who am I, who am I?"

More and more images appeared in his mind. Endless amounts of memory fragments were being resurrected, then they became clearer, and then they collapsed.

After that, he passed through countless cities and arrived at the Endless Sea.

He had a feeling that he was not far from his true self.

"Old man, this is not a place where mortals can come." As a small cultivator passed by and saw Situ Xuan standing at the edge of the endless sea, he kindly said.

"I know." Situ Xuan said.1

"Then what are you doing here? This place is very dangerous. The little cultivator reminded again.

"I'm looking for the real me." Situ Xuan spoke again.

The little cultivator shook his head, and without another word, he began to leave.

In the two Realms Mountain, everyone had lost their ability to sense Situ Xuan.

The battle continued as Hong Zheng was trapped in the black furnace.

"White undying, come up and fight." Within the Western Orthodoxy, a peak talented being stood out. It was none other than the emperor of epidemics, one of the five most talented beings of the Western Orthodoxy!

The White Immortal snorted coldly, directly rushing into the battlefield. No matter how much the Emperor of the day tried to stop him, he didn't reply.

He held onto the longsword in his hand and pointed it at the emperor of the plague. "Today, I will execute you!"

The king of epidemics laughed and stood still on the spot.

The white immortal immediately stabbed out his sword, stirring up the wind and clouds. The massive sword cut down horizontally, aiming for the head of the sickly emperor.

However, the sickly emperor only looked at him with a smile, before green fog erupted from his entire body.

The white undying's entire body was suffused with a precious light. A suit of armor appeared around his body, protecting him from the mist. But soon after, he let out a blood-curdling screech, and his entire body was covered in pustules.

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