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Dou Zhao had always believed there were no insurmountable peaks in the world.

Every mountain standing tall is waiting to be climbed. And he is the one who can conquer all.

This isn't fate.

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In Zhao Fan's tear-filled eyes, this sword didn't seem to have the shape of a sword at all. It was magnified infinitely by the vessel of experience, offering its opponent only a sliver of its sharpness.

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Though a single line, it is endless.

This sharpness wasn't like something that had been inflicted upon him, it was more like it was always there.

It appears before perception.

When you feel that you have already been cut.

The entire ocean of the subconscious was split by such a brilliant ray... opening a sky in the sea!

When the White-clad Marquis stood before the shattered remnants of the True Water Grotto, a million droplets of crystal clear water sprang forth. The gloomy sky seemed to shower down, as if washing away some of the sins that had been committed.

The remaining blade light still stretched infinitely, slashing towards the end of sight.

At first glance, it seemed as if the entire sea of sin was cleaved by blades of light.

Heavy Xuan Zun's blade is truly dazzling.

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As for Kou Xuejiao, he stepped out from the murky waves that had been cleaved by the sword light.

"Found the Qilin!"

Even someone as composed as her, after searching relentlessly for so long, could not help but sound a touch more excited when she finally found her target's location in the Lotus World.

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"Is that so"

At this time, she heard a voice ask her like this.

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It is not the voice of Chong Xuan Zun.

He then turned his head and saw a man of unimpressive appearance carrying a six-foot long sword.

Though short in stature, he wields such a long sword.

Though he had dark skin, he wore a white linen robe.

In short, he is a person who doesn't know how to cover up his shortcomings. Or perhaps, he is someone who unwittingly possesses them.

Kou Xuejiao's heart began to sink, inexplicably feeling a chill. Her armor didn't feel cold, but she couldn't help but grip the 3000 Red Dust Sword tightly.

"My name is Xu Xi," said the swordsman with a respectful bow. "May I ask if this is Blood River Sect's Right Protector, Kou Xuejiao I once heard that upon achieving the Dao of True Essence, I would seek your guidance. I wonder if now is an appropriate time"

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May the world be free of sin, and may swords be forged into plows!

A six-foot cast iron plow sword, the foremost blade of the Legalists.

Kou Xuejiao, of course, recognized this Casting Plow Sword, and she naturally remembered Xu Ximing as well.

In the speculation of several masters, this image of Xu Ximing is very likely to be a proxy for the Bodhi Demon!

Even with her being a real person who had spent years battling and surviving danger, I felt a chill down my spine just witnessing it.

A thread of worldly dust sprang from the hilt of the sword, coiling like a spirit snake and climbing her arm.

Kou Xuejiao quickly calmed down—the Bodhi Demon ancestor had been sealed back, unable to appear without a major calamity. Even if this Xu Ximing was truly an incarnation of the Bodhi Demon ancestor, he didn't seem capable of killing her, Kou Xuejiao!

She turned the sword point, strands of red dust lines danced behind her like ribbons: "If you think this is the right time, then come and ask my sword!"

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Xu Ximing smiled rather awkwardly, the Cast Plow Sword already in his hand.

"Then take my sword."

He gripped a longsword in both hands, dragging it behind him at an awkward angle. He began to run this way, his form slightly off, and the surging, turbulent waves churned up behind him, rising in an instant...

“Kou Hufa”

The sound seemed to be from afar, but like a meteor falling, it streaked across the sky, landing in her ears, becoming incredibly clear.

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Kou Xuejiao came back to her senses and found herself face-to-face with Chong Xuanzun's questioning gaze.

His voice was also a sword that cut through all illusions!

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"What's wrong"

Kou Xuejiao took a deep breath and looked around, but there was no trace of Xu Ximin anywhere.

Her gaze shifted from Xu Ximin's face back to Chong Xuanzun's, as if she had traveled from hell to heaven.

“It’s nothing.” She mumbled, then couldn’t help but ask, “Champion Hou, did you just see a man with a sword on his back”

“There are only the two of us here.” Chongxuan said.

His language is always definitive, with few interrogative sentences.

Because he had absolute faith in himself. What he saw as the truth was the truth, and the path he chose was the right path. He would never waver because of anyone's doubts. Kou Xuejiao certainly had no special privilege to be an exception.

Kou Xuejiao stood there, with a fleeting moment of bewilderment: "Today's calamity isn't very peaceful. Perhaps we should—make haste."

She originally intended to say she should go back first, but for some reason, she changed her mind.

Zhen Xuan calmly said, "It's alright. After searching for the calamity for so long, Kou Hufa is also very tired. You can give me the clues about Qiongqi, and return to the sect to recuperate first. I will take the essence blood of Qiongqi and leave."

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"Let's still go together, Qiongqi is not easy to find." Kou Xuejiao turned around and led the way ahead, in the process of turning around, she quickly recovered.

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Before the calamity arrived, the three wicked fiends of hell's sea were unable to come out.

It's just Xu Ximing, it really shouldn't concern her, she shouldn't turn back!

Why be so afraid

“Kou Hufa.” Chong Xuan’s voice sounded again.

"What's the matter" Kou Xuejiao walked ahead without turning back.

"Are you alright" Chongxuan asked again.

"After all these years of fighting danger, what could possibly happen to me" Kou Xuejiao said firmly, "Leave after taking the essence blood of Qiongqi."

Having guarded the Sea of Calamity for over 54,000 years, the Blood River Sect's understanding of calamities is unparalleled in the world.

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For Kou Xuejiao, finding the Lotus World wasn't a difficult task. Over millions of years, the Blood River Sect had an effective method. But to find a specific one that possessed a certain thing was absolutely not easy.

There are too many lotus worlds, and most of them have been destroyed. Furthermore, there are countless dangers within them.

They were once the essence of evil, and their danger was evident in every way.

And all lotus world, on the outside there is no difference. To classify them, you have to explore afterwards, with special methods of marking.

Therefore, there is a saying: "If one does not enter the whirlpool, they cannot obtain the lotus fruit. If one enters the whirlpool, life and death become unknown."

Two contemporary immortals walk through the turbulent waves, heading deeper into the sea of karma. They part the dark currents, shatter the whirlpools, and walk along the seabed ridge of the murky sea. This is not the bottom, because there are trenches and fissures, no one has truly explored the bottom of the sea of karma.

This is the highest mountain range in the sea of suffering.

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The already veiled sunlight was further blocked by the surging waves, not a single inch penetrating through. The burden of karma weighed heavily on his shoulders, making every step a struggle. Beneath the sea of suffering lay an endless and ever-deepening darkness.

But human beings have their own authenticity.

On the darkened mountain ridge, walked two such people.

Blood-red armor, white clothes with a sharp edge.

The more I write, the later it gets.

To avoid laziness, plant a flag.

There are still four days this week. I'll definitely find a day to add more chapters.

(The End)sert, they always stood together. This alone gives one a glimpse of how terrifying "the Demon" is.But for the vast majority of people in the present world, "demon" is merely a legend. For since ancien...