"Boom!"

The blood-red storm, apocalyptic in nature, rippled across the sky like waves, violently shaking the ground and causing mountains to sway, rapidly spreading across a thousand miles.

The entire city of Donglin was pulverized by the storm, as for the living creatures within and beyond, countless were dead or injured.

The Dharma Platform in midair shattered in an instant, the Four Gods of Wind, Rain, Thunder, and Lightning, along with Luu Tianpeng, were helplessly swept away by the storm—even the colossal frame of the Immortal of Colossal Spirit plowed two deep ravines into the ground.

At the critical moment, a surge of evil qi suddenly erupted around Luu Tianpeng, mingling with a stream of Divine Light. A body with four heads and eight arms explosively emerged and broke through the storm.

Immediately after, the firmament pressed down, Milo's Realm reappeared, covering the area below, gathering a crowd of fourth-rank and some troops within, and then rapidly dissipating.

Meanwhile, on the other side, Zhang Zhixuan, who had been fiercely battling with Tianxuan for a long time, retreated and was helplessly drawn into the storm, allowing it to shatter this incarnation.

The storm then promptly devoured Tianxuan, colliding violently with the returning starlight.

The whole heaven and earth seemed to wail, the blood-colored storm no longer just a simple color, but enveloped the blood and bones of the dead and injured souls and the suppressed torrents, turning into rolling bloodstained waters, overwhelming the skies, staining all mountains in sight with blood.

It took about two quarters for the storm to reluctantly subside, revealing the devastated landscape and grievous scars on the land.

The sun's rays fell on this area, though it was just past midday, it seemed as if dusk had already arrived, with everything bathed in a deep red.

Mountains and earth were dyed with blood, reflecting the crimson color in the sky, making even the sunlight appear as Blood Light.

A great battle resulted in casualties in the hundreds of thousands, and had it not been for an earlier evacuation of many refugees, the number of dead and wounded could have surpassed a million.

A near-white cloud energy descended from the sky, settling atop a nearby peak, and a spectral figure appeared, filled with pity and wistfulness at the sight of so much bloodshed.

"My fellow disciples..."

Jiang Li's thoughts stirred, and his body also began to fluctuate, but at the same time, he could feel a will so indifferent, nearly void, lingering in his consciousness, causing the thoughts that had just surfaced in his mind to fade again.

"Steady the mind, anchor the form."

Moonlight flashed for a moment, and a beautiful figure suddenly appeared, casting a starlight that flew into Jiang Li's body.

At the same time, Pure Light circulated, Gongsun Qing Yue flew out from the Heavenly Mirror Fragment, her starlight also entering Jiang Li's body.

Master and disciple both circulated the Taiwei Xuan Technique, two great stars rose up, "Ziwei and Tianfu, the power of assistance."

The secret technique connecting them activated, with great stars entering the body, and a Lotus Lamp materialized, shedding its light upon Jiang Li's head.

All three measures combined, especially with the support of Tianxuan, Jiang Li's form finally stabilized, no longer ethereal, and the indifferent will within his consciousness was suppressed.

However, his body remained incorporeal, merely maintaining a basic shape and not fully manifesting.

Reversing the Innate, returning from Taiji into Taisu, Jiang Li's body began to disintegrate first. Had he not cultivated the Form Tomb, comprehending the Wind Form Qi and becoming clear about the transformation of form into qi, he may have been unable to maintain his form at this moment, disintegrating into a mass of qi instead.

Seeing this, Tianxuan's brows twitched, an expression of slight anger flashed across her face, and then she said in a cold voice, "Operate Yin and Yang together."

"Taiyin Ju Zi, Water Clearing Gui E."

Taiyin Energy rose, forming a bright moon.

On the other side, Gongsun Qingyue was channeling the Yang Flame Qi, condensing the Vast Sun, "Sun at Noon, sunshine in the sky."

She took the Drought God Palm as her foundation. Her life essence was completely opposite to that of Tianxuan, but now she was operating the Taiwei Xuan Technique, conjuring a Sun Wheel. Although it was not as pure as Tianxuan's, it could still form an interplay of Yin and Yang.

With Taiyin aiding Taiyang, the Qi mechanism circulated. She first achieved balance, and then the sun and moon shone upon each other, casting their radiance upon Jiang Li, transforming Taisu into Taiji, and separating the Yin and Yang.

Jiang Li, borrowing the power of Heaven, had deduced the Three Tombs Unification, which was to merge his own Three Elements into one, reversing the Innate, transforming the Eight Trigrams into the two elements, becoming Taiji, then from Taiji He reversed upwards, countering the Five Primordial Elements.

Taiyi, Tai Chu, Tai Shi, Taisu, Taiji: these five processes lie between Wuji and all things of heaven and earth, and Jiang Li now sought to base his intent on these Five Primordial Elements, reversing from Taiji to seek the starting point of Taiyi, walking the path against the current.

However, seeing the path ahead and actually walking it were two different problems.

At that time, Jiang Li had merged with Heaven, ignoring his own limits, borrowing the power of the heavens to forcibly reverse to the realm of Taisu. Once he was separate from Heaven, he could not maintain his realm, and his physical body had already started to transform, which immediately brought the difficulty of collapse.

Fortunately, Tianxuan and Gongsun Qingyue intervened in time, using Taiyin and Taiyang to differentiate, allowing Jiang Li to transition smoothly from Taisu to Taiji, gradually falling back to his original realm.

As the sun and moon's mystic lights shone together, various runes began to divide and combine within Jiang Li's silhouette.

At the same time, Jiang Li had a thought, and the Divine Farmer's Cauldron and the Ochre Whip flew out, taking positions on either side, adjusting his own qi, making his body gradually solidify.

Tianxuan and Gongsun Qingyue both let out a sigh of relief.

But then there was Jiang Li's body...

His clothes had long been disintegrated. Previously being non-material, they had the illusion of clothing. Now as they materialized, the Cloud Clothes naturally disappeared.

Jiang Li felt a chilling sensation and, uncharacteristically, his old face blushed. He immediately transformed the intangible into the tangible with "Outer Object Transformation," directly creating a set of clothes to cover his body.

And behind him, Tianxuan shifted her gaze slightly, showing avoidance, then met Gongsun Qingyue's equally meaningful look.

That look seemed to carry profound meaning.

— Are you still pretending...

But Tianxuan completely ignored this implication, took on her master's demeanor, and said, "Let's go back first, this is not a place for discussions."

She looked around and could see countless bones and blood, her previously delighted expression turning cold.

"This great battle has not been without sacrifices, and the Great Venerable and that person... should not have perished."

Even if they were caught in the eye of the storm, the might of a Supreme is such that their lives could hardly be truly threatened, at most they could only be seriously injured.

The great battle had ended, but the Taiping Sect had not.

"Yes,"

Jiang Li said softly, as a glimmer of light flashed in his left eye, pulsating, "It's not over yet."

He felt in his consciousness that indifferent will, which was almost nihilistic, and his expression became grave.

'Great Venerable and Gongsun Qi, neither of them succeeded; one did not obtain the Fuxi Dao Fruit, and the other did not usurp the Heavenly Dao, but neither came away empty-handed, including myself...'

In his Sea of Consciousness, faint glimmers of light flowed, forming one divination sign after another, lining up behind the Primordial Spirit, turning into a continually rotating Eight Trigrams.

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