Chapter 66: Obtaining Great Peace for Three Thousand Years in the Mortal Realm

  "Pffft!"

  Tianjian Hou spat out a mouthful of blood, his swordsmanship broken and heavily injured, but Tianjian Hou's eyes grew even brighter. "Good, good, good! This Lin Huang is indeed invincible. A hero of the same era, worthy of being a saint. To be able to live in the same era as such a person, it's truly good, good, good!"

  Witnessing Lin's overbearing strength, the Heavenly Sword Marquis did not feel despair or fear, but instead rose with even more surging battle intent.

  "Tianjian Hou, you're already injured. Don't take action for now. Take good care of yourself. Hong Renyi, the next move is yours." Xǔ Qīngchéng said.

  Hong Renyi didn't say a word, only let out a sigh, and took out his own sword. His sword wasn't the Tianjian Hou's Tianjian, it didn't have the power to punish or destroy, but instead had a heavy and majestic aura of the King's Way, which was the way of all living things, the way of the gentleman.

  Lin Hu's feet were swift and decisive, without a hint of hesitation. The swordsmanship unleashed by Tianjian Hou made him feel a thrill of excitement, eager to witness the prowess of others.

  And to break this God-Slaying Formation, one must enter the formation as well.

  One step inside, heaven and earth turned upside down, the starry sky was dazzling, but soon Lin Huang stepped on solid ground, and a flash of sword light flickered in his eyes.

  "Heaven is eternal, and the gentleman should strive for self-improvement without end!"

  This sword is different from the heavenly sword, it's a human dao sword. One sword out, all living things fall to the ground, birth, aging, sickness and death, self-improvement never stops, the more miserable life is, the brighter the light of life shines.

  This is the sword of life, the sword of humanity.

  "Good. The sword is good, but the intention is even better. Unfortunately, this is not my way!" Lin Huang sighed and threw out a punch, shattering all living things.

  One sword was broken, Hong Ren's face didn't change color, whoosh, another sword, "The terrain is Kun, the gentleman carries things with great virtue."

  With one sword, heavily and solemnly. Lin Huang seemed to see the earth teeming with life, without desires or demands, this is great compassion, great benevolence and love. And all living beings should learn from the earth, be compassionate to all living things, and benevolent to the world.

  This one sword is enough to purify a man's heart; even the most evil and wicked of men must reform under this one sword.

  "What a pity. What a pity. It's a pity you don't understand my way."

  "You don't know, you don't know, you just don't know!"

  Three shouts shook the heavens, one punch destroyed all living things.

  Under the desolate forest, he stepped out with a firm foot and punched out a divine fist. This punch was his way, the six paths of reincarnation, circulating endlessly, this was his way, regardless of whether it was noble or evil. Even if thousands pointed at him, he would still walk on this path.

  In one punch, the fist's momentum is fierce and unbridled, shattering everything, dispelling all sword lights, and clearing away all intentions.

  Hong Ren's face didn't change color, he counterattacked with another sword strike. "The wind moves heaven, the gentleman uses beautiful military and literary virtues!"

  This sword is the Wind-Rising Heaven Sword, cultivating literature and martial arts, hiding dragons in the depths. One day when the wind rises, it will rise like a Kunpeng riding the wind, soaring through the nine heavens, illuminating the world of man.

  If it were the Lin Huang who had not yet transcended worldly desires, he would have retreated three steps back in the face of this sword, humbled in his heart and clearly aware that his accumulated power was insufficient, and still needed to lie dormant. But at this moment, Lin Huang's momentum has already been established, even if the second great Zen master of the God Stele could not help but disturb Lin Huang's path, creating an unbreakable cause and effect, how could it be possible for Hong Renyi's one sword to destroy his mental state?

  Lin Huang shook his head and swung his hand, unleashing another punch. The power was overwhelming and unmatched, like a mighty river that had been accumulating for a long time, ready to destroy everything.

  Hong Ren's face changed, he shouted loudly, the sword light in his hand surged, and in an instant, nine swords were stabbed out, sealing off the eight desolations and four extremes of the universe. "Shang Jiu! Kang Long has regrets!"

  This sword is like a flying dragon in the sky, transcending all living things, cutting through the nine heavens and the red dust of the world, inevitably leaving room for regret.

  But Lin Huang's determination was unwavering, and since he had already set his path, how could he regret it? He shook his head, uninterested in continuing to entangle with Hong Renyi. With three loud punches, all the sword techniques and intentions were destroyed cleanly.

  Lin Huang stood with his hands behind his back, somewhat disappointed. "This is not my way, nor is it yours. Yi Zi has passed away, and his way will ultimately not be your way. If you can only do things this way, I will be very disappointed."

  Hong Ren was silent for a moment, then suddenly smiled, adjusted his hat and clothes, with the style of ancient sages, lightly bowed, and said in a loud voice, "I have a sword, willing to inherit the unfinished teachings of the past saints."

  One sword comes out, and the atmosphere changes greatly. This one sword is high and ancient, like a mountain stream, finding a kindred spirit, vast and long wind, hundreds of saints return to the dust, as if in an instant, the sword light flashes, with ten million years ago many sages appearing from the river of time, nodding in praise, throwing themselves into this one sword.

  This sword is for the sages of the past to inherit and continue their unfinished studies, has been recognized by all the saints, it is the saint's sword, the supreme sword.

  Under one sword, Lin Arang couldn't help but acknowledge it, and with a slight nod, his intention was added to Hong Renyi's this sword.

  Lin Huang remained still as a mountain, although he acknowledged the sword, he wouldn't fall to it. He nodded slightly, "This sword, is somewhat interesting. Is this the legacy of the ancient saints? Unfortunately, dust returns to dust, earth returns to earth, not like reincarnation!"

  A faint sentence, Lin Huang grasped his hand and swung his fist, this punch was called reincarnation.

  With one punch, life and death are decided, those who die will ultimately be dead.

  This sword was unable to defeat Lin Huang, but Hong Renyi did not lose heart. With a reverse stroke, he struck again with his sword, "I have one sword, willing to bring peace to the world for all eternity!"

  With one sword, all living things submit, with great determination and willpower, to bring eternal peace to the world.

  It is said that peace can be obtained for three thousand years in the mortal world, I ask the heavens with a single sword.

  This is the sword of all living things, the sword of peace, with great courage and determination, burning oneself to create a peaceful and beautiful world for three thousand years.

  The beauty of this sword is perfect and complete, even Lin Huang couldn't bear to destroy it, but in the end he sighed, "If one cannot become a god, they will eventually become an ant. What peace is there?"

  He let out a sigh, Lin Huang took three steps forward, his long sleeves fluttering as the six paths circulated endlessly. Peace reigned in the mortal realm for three thousand years, but chaos and war would inevitably erupt, carrying on for billions of years - this was the cycle of reincarnation.

  Hong Ren let out a low growl and couldn't help but shout loudly, "Evil demons and heretics! How dare you disturb my heart! My way is not to ask about ghosts and gods, but to ask about the common people!"

  "Lin Huang, take another sword from me!"

  "This sword, no asking about the past, no seeking for the future, only for the present!"

  "This sword, without asking about ghosts and gods, asks all living things: how can there be peace?"

  "This sword, I shall ferry all living beings with my Way!"

  "This sword, unsatisfied with the world of men, vows never to become a god!"

  Lin Huang's expression changed suddenly, and he looked at Hong Renyi.

  Hong Renyi is just like Feng Dao, both are extraordinary talents who have already transcended worldly attachments and achieved great enlightenment. Compared to Feng Dao's unregretful path, Hong Renyi's path is even more grand and awe-inspiring.

  At this moment, Hong Renyi made a grand vow and a firm belief, so resolute that it made people sigh.

  "Alas!" Lin Huang sighed, and with a reverse grab, the destructive sword light was extinguished. The magnificent will that could move the gods of heaven and earth was completely annihilated in Lin Huang's Six Paths Reincarnation, where life and death were illusory and the cycle was endless.

  Shaking his head, Lin Huang looked at Hong Renyi with some regret, suddenly understanding why no one had been able to become a god in ten million years.

  Humanity flourished, giving birth to more geniuses than ever before, such as Hong Renyi and Feng Dao. They were enlightened early on in the mortal world, with a common bloodline, they stepped into humanity. Although they far surpassed their peers, how could they become gods with human attachments?

  Success is due to human effort, failure is also due to human effort.

  "Could this be the truth about the disappearance of the hundred saints and the hiding of the gods ten million years ago?"

  Lin Huang's heart was filled with regret, and in the midst of it, he seemed to have grasped the truth from 100,000 years ago, but he shook his head, not paying too much attention to it.