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"Heaven-man" is a state. At least a cultivator who has reached the realm of insight into truth can see the true world and touch upon the heavenly way of this world.

“Jie Wu Kong” is a state of being, an exploration of destiny. It's reached a certain level, capable of discerning the path that should have been blank before life's end. In theory, anyone has the potential to reach this state, but in reality, besides the moment one truly faces death, that is, the "whirlwind" moments before one's physical demise... it's difficult to gain insight without reaching the pinnacle.

In other words, Jiang Wang acted as if he were heaven itself, taking on the role of a heavenly executioner. Only through this process of "defying heaven" did he grasp this realm.

He had once "died", and countless times walked to the brink of death, finally crawling back step by step.

That's how he came to understand "emptiness without clinging."

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As a figure who embodies both the "Tianren" state and the "Jie Wukong" realm, such a Jiang Zhenren is truly an unparalleled peak in all of history. He is still trying to expand on the realm of Dongzhen, seeking even greater possibilities.

The immortal ship, a vessel born of sight and thought, travels a thousand miles in an instant. At the very edge of vision lies its destination.

The only thing that affects speed are the different flight restrictions or airspeed limitations in each region.

But today's Master Jiang, personally driving a flying vessel, who could possibly stop him Except for places like the palaces of the Six Great Hegemon Nations, which he cannot enter at will, he is free to travel wherever he pleases in the mortal realm.

From the Central Plains to the Northern Regions, from magnificent vistas to expansive horizons.

The scenery of Jing Country was diverse and unique. Jiang Wang intentionally slowed his pace, allowing those who had never been here before to fully appreciate the beauty. He also groomed himself meticulously, showing respect for Cao Yuchian, the martial arts master, as they prepared for battle.

When the sky wasn't even dotted with a single cloud, Shēngfǔ had already arrived.

Cao Yuxi didn't like clouds, so he forbade idle clouds from settling in the skies above his manor. The sky was one of the few places where Jingdi saw such clarity, as sandstorms were also prohibited from passing through. But it wasn't azure blue, instead it had a bright yellow hue.

It's like an egg has been cracked open here, fried to perfection, with a runny yolk visible.

Under such a sky, even the solemn military camp could be seen as somewhat warm.

"This place gives one a feeling of vibrancy and colorful splendor." Jiang An'an looked down from above, the landscape below her seemed like large patches of color moving back as if in flight, she couldn't help but murmur.

Lian Yuchan, who had attained the state of a divine presence aboard the Xianzhou (Immortal Ship), now took on the role of explaining this momentous event. “To be like a god descending,” she said, “is undoubtedly a major event in one’s life. It transcends the boundaries between mortals and immortals, reaching a pinnacle of cultivation that most practitioners cannot even hope to achieve.” But aboard this Xianzhou, there wasn't much outward display of turbulence.

"The Kingdom of Jing is a military court empire, and each regional garrison enjoys a high degree of autonomy. They also enhance their own style through various means to establish differentiation and avoid being replaced by homogenization." Lian Yuchun said flatly: "Their imperial flag is the banner of celestial stars, the emperor of Jing's dragon robe is a seven-color star embroidered dragon robe, in short, no garrison will fall behind, it is indeed colorful."

Yu Baihua commented, "It's just following the script."

Although her cultivation was lagging behind while she stayed at the Baiyu Pavilion for a long time, Lian Yuchan was actually a very competitive woman. Now that she had attained the Divine Realm, her Two-Instrument Dragon-Tiger Sword was practically itching to be unsheathed, trembling impatiently within its scabbard. She narrowed her eyes and looked at this White Master: "Master Bai, what's your opinion"

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Bai Yu Xia pretended not to hear, she raised her hand as a curtain and gazed into the distance: "Here they come!"

But under the clear sky, a green banner stood tall, billowing in the wind. On one side was embroidered "She Sheng" and on the other "Cao." Along the edge of the flag were embroidered patterns of wind.

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The flag bearer was a towering man, bare-chested and sweating profusely. His skin was the color of bronze, as if cast from iron.

This person raised a flag and waved it in the air, shouting: "Welcome Master Jiang's arrival!"

The truth of the Shaoshenfu, of course, is hidden within the military and murderous chaos. It’s impossible for someone high above to see through it. What can be seen are only the busy oxen and livestock masses. At this moment, they all serve as a single flag to conceal themselves.

In today's world, the two most famous people surnamed Cao are "Donglai Cao" and "She Sheng Cao".

It is said that the ancestors of the Caos, masters of sonic archery, once received a transmission from the Wind Empress deep within the Emerald Forest. This allowed them to establish the Cao clan in this battlefield-ridden land and build the Sonic Archery Army Headquarters, briefly vying for control of the world. They were ultimately subdued by the great founder of Jīng, Tang Yù, and became part of the military court in Dàjīng.

The only evidence for this is word of mouth, passed down through generations. There's never been any substantial proof. The Feng Hou had two extraordinary moments of transcendence and two falls, leaving behind countless stories. It wouldn't be unusual for anyone to have a story like that, and the Cao family has never publicly claimed to be descendants of the Feng Hou.

People only talk about it as a story.

Jiang Wang stood with his arms crossed, gazing at the flag, and said, "Where is Master Cao"

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Then the mighty warrior said: "My lord awaits you at Luohunling. You can go there anytime. The divine sun, Tiamuke, has also been prepared for you. If you need to rest, feel free to do so."

The people of Jing Guo are fierce and adventurous, and practitioners here are more eager to take risks than those in other places. Most of the famous practice grounds within the country are dangerous places, such as the Ten Thousand Sword Tomb and the Hundred-Li Devil's Slope.

Among them, Luohunling is located in She Shengfu. It is called "People come non-human, God comes to lose God, if not true, do not enter, fairy over Luohun".

Of course, it's not that only real people can enter the exploration, but all those who cannot grasp its essence will have to prepare themselves for a state of bewilderment at this threshold.

As for "Shenyang Tianmu," it is the name of a medicinal bath and belongs to a unique secret formula of the Cao family in She Shengfu.

Perhaps because there have been frequent wars and fierce fighting throughout history, the medicinal bath of Jingdi has been famous since ancient times. After the Tang Dynasty established its country, it was also an important source of wealth for the State of Jing.

"Shenyang Tianmu" is the top tier of the Jingdi herbal bath, capable of replenishing vitality and invigorating the mind. To help a powerhouse like Jiang Wang erase battle fatigue and return to peak condition, Cao Yuchian had to go all out.

Jiang Wang smiled calmly: "There's no need for the Divine Yang Heaven Blessing. I wouldn't want to keep General Cao waiting — please lead the way."

"As you command!" The strongman hoisted the great banner high, his blood surging. He swelled up visibly, and like a javelin thrower, flung the banner far out.

Rumble!

A triumphant start, like a majestic cloud advancing.

The boat of experience followed closely behind.

In a short while, the large banner fell from the sky, straight down to a misty peak shrouded in smoke and haze.

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The mountain wind only howled at this pass, never rising high. It moved along the mountain like a dragon coiled on its flank.

From the flag, a voice rose: "Purge the military compound! Everyone evacuate!"

The sound was like thunder rolling through the old forest, startling countless birds into flight. Amidst the billowing smoke, one could see black dots darting out from beyond the ridge. Those cultivators who quickly retreated dispersed in all directions, but their movements were orderly and well-structured.

At the entrance of Luohunling, before the blood-red boulder inscribed with the word "Luohun", Cao Yuqian, a man of elegant bearing, emerged with a longbow on his back, parted the miasma with ease, and strode forth.

“Master Jiang,” he said directly. “Have your family members stay outside. The seal on Luohun Ridge has been completely broken, the intensity is about to reach its limit, they couldn’t bear it.”

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Bai Yu Xia was just about to say, "I'd like to see what they can't bear." She heard Cao Yu Xian continue, "Thirty miles north, there is a manor called 'Yangshen Garden', I have already arranged for them to recuperate there. There is excellent hot spring water, top-notch medicinal baths, which can regulate qi and blood. Before the divine arrival, it helps cultivate jade marrow. After the divine arrival, it nourishes the soul."

The shrewd shopkeeper, who had always kept his accounts balanced, was speechless for a moment.

Jiang Wang smiled: "I thought it was a martial arts field, divided into two sides, within twenty steps, the victory or defeat would be decided - it seems that Cao Junzhu's arrangement is a long journey."

Cao Yuxian said in a soft voice, "I want to see my own limits, and I also want to see those of Jiang Zhenren."

Jiang Wang looked at Ye Qingyu, who was hugging Jiang An'an.

Jiang An'an didn't say a word and turned around, leading the way: "Let's go!"

My older brother has already paid, so let's go!

A group of people leapt into the air, flying north like geese in formation.

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The empty vessel of experience returned to endless rays of light, gathered in her eyes. Jiang Wang looked at Cao Yuchan helplessly: "Let's go, Commander Cao."

He also wanted to know, where were the limits of a martial arts master like Cao Yuchuan

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Cao Yuxi raised his hand and pressed it against the blood-colored stone. A blood-colored handprint appeared and then vanished.

In the depths of Luohunling, a sudden gust of wind roared.

The wind blowing over the mountain ridges suddenly rose, surging and thrashing like a dying dragon!

“Luohunling wasn’t born a perilous place. It was originally the Nine Heavens Divine Silence Falling Souls Formation, personally laid out by Feng Hou back then. This formation killed countless powerful demon clan members. Later, it was shattered by the last demon master.” Cao Yuchan explained: “But even though the formation was destroyed, its remnants remained, and the resentment of those demon clan powerhouses who were slain here also persisted. For hundreds of thousands of years, not a blade of grass grew here. It wasn’t until the ancient times that it slowly evolved into Luohunling.”

He led the way in, saying as he walked: "The seal of Luohun Ridge has nine layers. Every time a layer is released, the 'Power of Falling Souls' strengthens tenfold. Now I have opened all the seals. This is the first time in the history of Luohun Ridge. What will happen in the end, I don't know either. Master Jiang, be careful."

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Feng Hou, one of the Eight Immortals of ancient times, also had another title, "The Ancestor of Formation Dao." Of course, this "Ancestor" was only limited to the human race and was not recognized by all worlds. Because the demon clan regarded Tianting as a formation before that.

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After the wind, Feng opened up the human race's formation path, revolutionizing the history of formations that stated "non-Celestial Fate demonic races are forbidden from borrowing the power of heaven and earth." Even just remnants of his formations would be enough to shock gods and weep ghosts.

As soon as Jiang Wang stepped onto Luohunling, he knew what "Luohun power" was!

Without his complete control—his soul as if it had become a tangible entity, every part of it weighed down like lead.

These gloomy mountains, as if probing with countless invisible hands, pierced through flesh and blood, tearing at every wisp of soul, seeking to empty a person into a hollow shell.

Jiang Wang walked a few more steps without making a sound.

Cao Yuxian, leading the way with light steps, continued, "Luohun Ridge has thirteen turns. Every turn you pass, the base strength of Luohun's power increases ninefold. I hope to have a decisive battle with you at the thirteenth turn."

Jiang Wang understood: "Master Cao is going to climb the mountain with a heavy burden."

Cao Yuxiang stepped on the withered branches, making a rustling sound: "With our current strength, if we truly let go and fight, there wouldn't be many places where we could safely withstand it. Here in Luohunling, carrying burdens up the mountain and facing off with shackles, we can dispense with any concern, and this will push us to the limit."

Jiang Wang didn't mind, and just casually asked: "Those cultivators who just left Luohunling, are they all from the army They look well-trained."

"That's not right." Cao Yuqian waited for him to take two steps, then shook her head when he walked beside her: "Military cultivators, discipline is not like this"

Jiang Wang was silent for a moment, gaining a deeper understanding of the so-called Imperial Army Nation. Truly a nation where everyone is a soldier. Would such a nation be willing to be constricted by countries like Li, Mu, and Jing

Both were not talkative people, so they walked side by side along the desolate ridge, heading forward.

>On this ridge, all the trees are strange and bizarre, swaying in different poses. Jiang Wang swept his gaze across the scene, as if seeing pages of ancient mythical beast paintings.

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The intensity of the soul power was becoming increasingly terrifying. The souls felt like they were being torn apart with the texture of flesh and blood. The whistling wind against the cliff face sounded like a mournful cry from deep within their spirits.

When we reached the thirteenth bend, even the horizon seemed to dip downward! If I didn't forcibly fix my gaze, everything I looked at would suddenly plummet halfway.

Jiang Wang had every reason to believe that if the divine descended upon this place at this moment, a single confrontation would shatter his soul and leave him utterly destroyed.

Since even a god who has descended to the mortal realm cannot withstand such soul-shattering power, then no divine cultivator in this world can endure it. No wonder there is the legend of "Only True Ones May Enter".

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And in fact, even as the most genuine moment in the world, Jiang Wang felt like he had a heavy burden on his shoulders.

The weight bearing down on the soul makes it difficult for the body to function.

He spread his fingers wide, then slowly clenched them. In that grip, every bone in his body creaked and popped!

“It was a very interesting experience,” he commented.

Cao Yu held his bow and continued walking forward until he reached the other side of the mountain pass. He then turned back to look at Jiang Wang, raising his hand in a gesture of invitation to him.

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The gesture allowed Jiang Wang to continue adapting.

Wuhufu's spirit, energy, and blood were condensed into one, naturally more resilient than Dao Yuan cultivators. In this Luohunling, he had a significant advantage.

But both sides of the duel were exploring their limits, so no one really cared about fairness.

Jiang Wang remained silent. He grasped the Chang Xiangsi in his left hand and slowly laid it across his body. With his right hand, he gripped the hilt of the sword and drew it slowly from its sheath.

In his left hand, he held not a sword, but something akin to an entire mountain. His right hand grasped not a hilt, but a pillar that seemed to hold up the heavens and earth.

During this slow process of drawing his sword, every muscle in his lean, sinewy frame rippled and contoured.

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The extreme pressure of Luohunling truly gave him an unprecedented feeling. He was willing to experience this struggle because he understood—pain precisely indicated his "insufficiency".

During the process of climbing to the summit, he needed to find his own shortcomings and make up for his own defects.

The traces left by the founder of the Array Dao are indeed extraordinary!

When the blade of longing is fully manifested in Cao Yu's eyes, this world-renowned sword, which has been sung about by countless people, has finally been unsheathed.

Jiang Wang let out a satisfied sigh after climbing the stairs to heaven.

"Alright, let's begin." he said.

There was no need for more time to adapt; he never expected a fair fight. He was headed towards an unprecedented position. He was going to break through the pinnacle of ancient and modern realms that he had created in Yinxian Forest with the might of a celestial being!

So in this realm of true understanding, he is willing to embrace all. Regardless of the environment, regardless of the person.

Just as his voice fell, Cao Yuqian's arrow had already flown—

It was a slender bone arrow, taken from some unknown beast. It was both sharp and cruel. The shaft of the arrow was hollow, with many small holes carved like beast mouths. As it flew, it made a mournful "woo-woo" sound, like a ghost crying.

This sound shook heaven and earth, intensifying the power of the soul's descent!

Just at this moment, Jiang Wang lightly raised his eyes.

In the Sea of Souls, the Heavenly Gate had already been erected. The noble Soul with the divine radiance of the Eastern Emperor's Robe stepped out of the Profound God Temple, stepping onto the sun chariot that was waiting there long ago.

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Like the Heavenly Emperor walking among mortals across the four seas, resisting the ubiquitous power of fallen souls.

Although her primordial spirit had not left its body, Jiang Wang's physical form, which usually moved with difficulty, leaped up in an instant.

In an instant, he transformed from a frail and stooped old man who was unable to move, into a strong and agile young man.

With arms outstretched like wings, he moved with a sense of utter freedom. He merely shifted his upper body slightly and narrowly avoided the bone arrow.

As he continued moving forward, he also twisted his wrist and drew his sword, slashing backhand with it —

The flying bone arrow was cut off, as if it were alive, twisting on the ground.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Jiang Wang stepped into the heavy air, approaching Cao Yuchan amidst the dull booms.

Facing them were three arrows arranged in a "pin" shape, forming the Three Talents formation.

Jiang Wang's lips moved slightly, exhaling a plume of white breath. With just a gentle swirl, the three arrows snapped apart.

The mountain pass of Luohunling was actually quite large, and the Thirteenth Pass in particular was spacious. But after two attacks, Jiang Wang had already gotten so close to Cao Yu that he was practically in front of him, meaning—he no longer had any chance to fire an arrow.

Yet, Cao Yu held up his reverse-curved bow, using the string as a knife and slashing down with one blow——

Just as a string tautly vibrates against the tip of a sword!

Two peerless masters of the world, at the thirteenth bend of Luohunling and where the ninefold seal was fully lifted for the first time, engaged in a battle that seemed extraordinary.

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They are at the limit of their souls' burden, like martial artists who have yet to open their meridians, engaged in their first clash of swords.

Simple, direct, sharp, intense!

Caoyu Xian's swordplay was in no way inferior to Jiang Zhenren's peerless swordsmanship. In the blink of an eye, the two had already exchanged dozens of blows, their blades flashing like lotus flowers blooming.

As the lotus bloomed, Cao Yu raised his eyes. His eyes, though not particularly sharp, were startlingly clear, as if seeing through everything: "You are not truly in your celestial form now—you are deceiving heaven!"

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His hand, which should have held a pen rather than a sword, gripped the bowstring and drew it back with a swift arc. He bent his knee, lowered himself into a crouch, the taut string resembling a full moon —

A sword slash through the empty air.

Jiang Wang's eyes, usually so cold and indifferent, seemed to be veiled with a thin layer of composure, which was ruthlessly torn away.

>After the "fake sky," there is his rich inner world. if she's afraid, her son will only be more afraid.Like a man, she works hard physically to ensure her children are well-fed and clothed.No matter how much she was bullied or wronged, she didn't shed...