Chapter Fifteen: The Heavenly Dao and the Earthly Law

  "Spare my life, sir..."

  "I don't want to die!!"

  "Which bastard invited this jinx."

  At this time, the city was completely chaotic. Under the fear, many people went crazy and started burning, killing, looting and torturing. The evil and greed of human nature burst out in this last moment.

  Pfft!!

  Ding Yan killed a monk who attempted to assassinate him with one palm strike and swiftly headed west towards the city.

  There, where people are most crowded, if we all escape together, perhaps there will be a glimmer of hope for escaping.

  "Next game..."

  As he turned the corner, Ding Yan suddenly heard a hoarse voice. Following the sound, he found that there was an old man in white clothes at the corner of the street, and he didn't know when he appeared.

  The old man's hair was all white, and his white robe fluttered around him, giving off an otherworldly aura. In front of him stood a stone table, with an unfinished game of chess laid out on it.

  Ding Yan saw the extraordinary old man at a glance. Around the old man, there wasn't a single broken tile or fragment of brick. The power of that loose immortal in the air seemed unable to extend to his side, and even the stone slab under his feet didn't have a single crack.

  "Isn't the master worried about himself?" Ding Yan looked at the surging crowd in Chengxi and walked over like an old man.

  Being squeezed among crowds is not the safest.

  Moreover, on this white-robed old man's body, although there was no slightest fluctuation of yuan force, that air of dignity was absolutely something ordinary people could not imitate.

  The old man with white whiskers tied up his own long beard, picked up a son, and fell down. He said calmly, "Heaven and earth dare not take my life, let alone that ignorant little fellow."

  The white-robed old man handed the black chessboard to Ding Yan and said

  "You hold the black piece."

  Ding Yan heard the words and his eyes widened in surprise, but he still nodded and sat down.

  Looking at the chessboard, the battle between black and white pieces has reached a boiling point. The black pieces are surrounded, in a desperate situation. The white pieces have an absolute advantage, as if they only need to take one more step to see all the black pieces annihilated.

  Ding Yan held a black chess piece in his hand and fell into deep thought. After a while, he finally made a move.

  The quiet sound of falling leaves contrasts with the hustle and bustle outside, forming two vastly different worlds.

  Die in words and seek life, the old man is pressing step by step!

  With a 'pa' sound, the old man's hand shot out like lightning, and he wrote down a single character, saying "All roads to survival are cut off."

  Ding Yan shook his head and fell down again with a word, as if he had something in mind.

  "Perhaps there's a turnaround in desperate situations, and things might just take a turn for the better!"

  "Surprises are always reserved for those who are prepared. You won this game of chess, old man will help you." The white-clothed elder made his move again, blocking Ding Yan's path to life.

  Hei Zi under Ding Yan's command was like Xiao Qiang, turning the tide and killing out a new way to survive.

  "I have a story, I don't know if the gentleman is willing to listen?" He then looked up at the old man, and in his pitch-black eyes, a deterrent divine light was revealed.

  "Tell me then."

  The old man seemed as if he hadn't noticed, gazing at the chessboard and making his move.

  Ding Yan withdrew his gaze, took another shot, and fell down.

  An innocent girl was brutally killed, and the reason was just a game. Someone with justice in their heart took action to kill this evil person, but unexpectedly brought about the wrath of a loose immortal, who then suffered a relentless pursuit...

  "If you have a mind to kill the enemy, why don't you have a hand to save people?" The old man arrived.

  "How can an ordinary person know what others are thinking in their hearts?" Ding Yan said without hesitation.

  After being resurrected, Ding Yan's understanding of this world was really too little. The only part he knew came from ancient books. When the young man in magnificent clothes suddenly made a move, it was indeed beyond Ding Yan's expectations. By the time he reacted, the other party had already left. This is just like a conspirator encountering a motorcycle coming straight at him, subconsciously giving way, but never thinking that the person riding the motorcycle would suddenly kick him.

  Killing people for no reason, just for entertainment. Even Ding Yan, who has been cultivating for a thousand years, has never encountered such a situation.

  In his impression, murder was just for the sake of gaining benefits that he couldn't get otherwise. How could he have thought that in this world, there were people who treated human lives as a game?

  "The law of the jungle is that the weak are preyed upon by the strong, and you don't know it's your own mistake! Being pursued and killed is also a consequence brought about by oneself." The old man continued to make his move.

  "So I remembered this lesson." Ding Yan thought of the backhand he had left in Huafu Youth, and calculated that the person should have returned to heaven by now.

  The old man was silent.

  Ding Yan also fell silent, and simply placed the chess piece aside, looking towards the Xuan Kong's Sanxian of Huashenmen in the void.

  The old man also put down his chess piece and after a while suddenly said.

  "Even if you avenge the little girl, what's the use? The deceased is already gone. Have you ever thought about how his family will be affected because of your mistake?" After finishing speaking, the old man casually placed the chess piece on the death gate and stood up with his back to Ding Yan.

  "I'll ask you a few questions, and you answer me."

  Ding Yan fell silent, and for some reason, he thought of the younger brother mentioned by the little girl.

  "I've been fleeing for several days, without time to go back and save anyone. With no one to take care of him, her sick little brother should have already..." Thinking of this, the pure smile of the little girl flashed through Ding Yan's mind once again.

  "Have you ever regretted it in your heart? For a little girl who only met once, you attracted the pursuit of the scattered immortals..."

  "In this life, there are things I will do and things I won't. Since I possess powers that surpass those of ordinary people, how can I just stand by and watch? Although I may not be able to control everything in the world, I can at least eliminate the injustices before my eyes. If not, why would I bother cultivating my true self?" Ding Yan said with a loud and clear voice.

  The old man remained silent for a while before continuing to ask.

  "Even if you have never regretted it, but because of your fault, all the people in this city have lost their lives. Do you feel guilty?"

  "The way of cause and effect, even immortals cannot decide, let alone me! In my opinion, life is short, the lives of us cultivators are like mayflies in this vast world. If we worry about everything, what's the point of cultivating immortality? It's better to live an ordinary life, turn into a withered tree, and return to the dust."

  The old man sighed and swept his sleeves, putting away the chess pieces.

  "This round, I lose to you."

  As soon as the old man finished speaking, a powerful aura burst out from his body.

  The void is like a ladder.

  The old man walked step by step towards the sky, and his voice was clearly conveyed to Ding Yan's ears.

  "I, Lao Fu, have cultivated the ordinary for sixty years, hiding in seclusion. I have only one disciple, and this disciple has already broken off worldly ties, but still owes you a favor. In my life, I have never owed anyone, not even my own disciples! Now, I, Lao Fu, will abandon this mortal coil, resolve your predicament, and settle the karma!" As he spoke, the old man's aura rose to an astonishing level.

  Ding Yan was even more shocked. From the old man's words, he heard that this person had cultivated a kind of reincarnation and transmigration of an extraordinary divine ability.

  This magical power, Ding Yan had heard of it in his previous life as well.

  It is said that for such a person, every time they go through a cycle of reincarnation, their cultivation will surge once. If they can successfully go through nine cycles of reincarnation, they will reach the perfect number and ascend to become an immortal! And yet now, this old man has given up one cycle of reincarnation for a kindness that Ding Yan doesn't even know about, which is truly unthinkable for Ding Yan.

  A middle-aged man with the surname Hua stood in mid-air, his right hand above him. The primordial energy spread out and transformed into a palm that pressed down on the void. A terrifying power permeated the sky, shaking people's hearts.

  A loose immortal who has used Xianyuan's power is undoubtedly powerful.

  At this time, the city had already collapsed by more than half. Nearly half of the people in the city had lost their lives, and the remaining ones were basically all cultivators above the fifth layer of Qi Refining. They gathered together and condensed into a large defensive array, temporarily withstanding that terrifying power.

  However, it is clear that the temporary power of the scattered immortals comes from heaven and earth. If no one stops them, they are almost infinite, while the cultivators below have limited cultivation and cannot isolate their opponent's perception of heaven and earth.

  Boom!

  Another slap.

  A mighty palm materialized out of thin air as the vital energy and essence converged.

  Just as the illusory giant hand was about to strike, a burst of incredibly strong power suddenly erupted. The gigantic hand that had just taken shape was shattered into dust, and the energy dissipated in all directions. From the center, a figure emerged calmly.

  A middle-aged man with the surname of Hua was suddenly repelled several steps back by this power that appeared out of nowhere.

  "Who are you?!" A middle-aged man with the surname Hua stared at the old man in shock.

  Just now, he contained the full force of Xianyuan's blow, but it was unexpectedly dissolved by this old man with a light and casual tone, and the remaining momentum easily shook him back several steps.

  What made him even more uneasy was that the previous blow had scattered, and the Xianyuan on his body had actually faded a lot. A single Xianyuan could only sustain a short period of time, equivalent to the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, and this was under normal circumstances without engaging in combat. If he consumed Xianyuan too intensely, he might not even be able to hold on for half a cup of tea's worth of time.

  At this time, the old man walked to the same height as the middle-aged man with the surname Hua and stopped. He stood with his hands behind his back, wearing a white long gown that rustled in the cold wind, and his white beard fluttered in the wind.

  "Get out..."

  An old man stood in the void, his white hair fluttering like a celestial being. Around him was a layer of hazy mist that made it impossible for the middle-aged Hu to see his face clearly.

  "You!! How arrogant!" A middle-aged man with the surname Hua heard this and was enraged to the point of violence.

  As a loose immortal, he naturally has the pride of a loose immortal. As an elder of Huaxia Sect, Huasheng would not be intimidated by anyone at first glance, although this old man looks somewhat sinister.

  With one move, the middle-aged man with the surname of Hua directly gathered all the immortal yuan in his body together, adding to his own strength, preparing to kill this mysterious old man.

  "Looking for death!"

  The old man saw this and a hint of killing intent flashed in his eyes.

  At the same time, the mist on his body became even thicker.

  A mysterious force began to gather, and the old man in white robes took a step forward into thin air, stretching out his right hand and lightly touching.

  "Follow Nature's Law!"

  Nine small pale white characters gathered with a faint glow, silently and quietly appearing, lined up one by one, between the old man and the middle-aged man surnamed Hua. Upon closer inspection, these nine small characters were 'human', 'law', 'earth', 'earth', 'law', 'heaven', 'heaven', 'law' and 'way'.

  The first three words shine brightly, with a halo of sacred yuan surrounding them, almost substantial. The six words that follow are close to being illusory, especially the last three words, which have only a vague and indistinct shadow.

  Nine words appeared, and a terrifying pressure spread out in a ring shape.

  The monks under the city wall were not a few who were pressed to kneel on the ground, and even Ding Yan felt his bones 'creaking' with a loud noise.

  "What kind of power?!"

  Pfft...

  A middle-aged man with the surname Hua was the first to bear the brunt, and that transparent wave directly penetrated his body, spraying out a large amount of bloody mist from all over him.

  Divine power remaining, shaking and dispersing the immortal, such a move is comparable to that of the heavenly being!

  "Heaven and Earth, Tao and Law!! You are that old freak from the Entrance of Dust..."

  A middle-aged man with the surname Hua had a flash of terror in his eyes, and without any hesitation, he burst out a mouthful of blood. His entire body exploded with a loud noise, turning into a bloody mist that disappeared into the sky.

  "It's still somewhat impressive." The old man saw the situation and with a wave of his sleeve, dispersed the divine power.

  In the void, the old man glanced at Ding Yan in the half-ruined city below and didn't say another word. He transformed into a stream of light and disappeared into the horizon...

  The people who survived in the city all had a look of being left over from a disaster.

  Some people began to speculate about the origin of that mysterious old man. However, their speculations were basically about hermits and scattered immortals, without any important news. Soon, these people dispersed, and since the city was already destroyed, they naturally wouldn't stay here anymore.

  There were still a few monks who ran into the ruins, trying to find some hidden treasures.

  Ding Yan silently watched the direction in which the white-robed old man disappeared, and in his heart, there was an even more terrifying conjecture.

  Since he was cultivating the reincarnation divine ability, this white-clothed old man might just be a split soul!

  "How can the main body's cultivation be?"