Under One Person: The Seeker of the Dao in the Lü Family

Chapter 303 The Melody of Time and Space, Why?

With a sweep of the whisk in the inner realm, reality and illusion seemed to alternate in that instant. Three thousand white strands of the whisk swept past, and the dragon's powerful and prominent horns were directly brushed into nothingness.

The Purple Sun Immortal, dressed in brown robes, sat upright in the inner realm. With a flick of his sleeves, a pair of azure dragon horns appeared in his palm, the very horns that had been brushed off by the whisk.

Although the whisk was light and ethereal, when it brushed across the dragon's head, it seemed to carry the weight of heaven and earth, catching the dragon off guard and leaving it stunned.

"Ziyang, you're still here?"

"You wretched creature, having already escaped, you still dare to walk right into our trap."

Inside the room, the fragrance of incense wafts from the table, like auspicious clouds rising from the incense burner, swirling around the room and surrounding Master Ziyang.

The whisk was rolled up again, and the three thousand strands of dust were once again draped back into Master Ziyang's arm. A delicate fragrance wafted around, and along with the Azure Wood Dragon Horn in Master Ziyang's hand, it was tucked into his sleeve.

With each movement, the room was once again enveloped in a cloud-like fragrance, restoring the atmosphere of that mortal realm to its former glory.

Amidst the drifting mist, the figure of Master Ziyang gradually faded and disappeared into the distance along with this humble mortal room, but his voice echoed clearly.

"Xuan Yang brat, what are you waiting for? Why aren't you making a move?"

The fragrance grew stronger with each casual word, completely obscuring the humble room within, and vaguely revealing a scene like a sky full of stars.

As soon as he finished speaking, a dazzling sword light seemed to slash from afar, and the sword energy surged from the sea of ​​stars, like an endless tide being stirred up in the inner world.

The sword light instantly cleaved through the chaotic, fragrant atmosphere, heading straight for the dragon's head. Endless sword light surged and gushed within the waves, its sharpness illuminating this desolate corner of the inner landscape.

"Where do you think you're going, you wretched creature?"

In the interior scene, rolling waves of sword light connect with the boundless starry night sky, slashing down towards the dragon's head; in reality, a golden divine sword rises from the distant horizon, stirring up the wind and clouds, and with immense force, it slashes down towards Nathan Island.

"roar!"

In the blink of an eye, a divine light flashed in the Azure Dragon's eyes. One pupil reflected the endless waves of sword light in the inner scene, while the other reflected the divine sword that had fallen from the sky in reality.

"Young man, although your cultivation of less than a hundred years is amazing, you should go back and reflect more."

This azure dragon, having lost its horns and crown, took root in the earth. As its roots twisted, they were pulled three-tenths of an inch out of the ground, as if it could truly take off and soar into the heavens at any moment.

The entire island of Nathan shook violently amidst this commotion, with towering waves crashing off the island's coastline and sweeping out in all directions.

Amidst the earth-shattering tremors, the azure dragon still failed to take flight, but the sword's edge in both the inner scene and reality was already closing in.

A fierce sword aura burst forth from the sword blades that descended from the heavens, leaving chaotic sword marks on the land of Nathan Island. These sword auras even struck the enormous azure dragon.

The dazzling sword light shattered the scale-like bark texture, leaving indelible marks on the robust dragon's body.

Amidst the rain of sword energy, the divine sword that had been hanging overhead still reached its head.

"I am unwilling to accept this, so why can't I?"

It roared angrily to the sky, causing turmoil throughout the entire island of Nathan. Divine light merged with its body, radiating boundless brilliance, and it charged towards the approaching divine sword in the sky.

In the distance, Lü Qian stood on the waves, with a ship protected by a halo behind him. He held a whisk upside down in his left hand and raised his right hand to the sky, holding a vast divine sword in his palm. With a flick of his sleeve, he sent the divine sword flying down.

A divine sword, seemingly the size of one that could split the heavens and earth, fell, its sharp sword energy pressing down as if to cleave the entire Nathan Island sea area in two.

"boom!"

A surging storm erupted from afar, the divine sword and the azure dragon collided with a deafening roar, and brilliant light rose from the distant islands, instantly dispelling the clouds in the vast sky and sea, leaving only the sky cleansed by the boundless radiance.

"The Pure Yang Sword, a celestial artifact, has actually fallen into the mortal realm. Your Xuanmen sect is going too far."

Although the voice was weak with anger, it was filled with an ever-burning rage. The distant Nathan Island no longer resembled its original island form; a huge chasm had split the entire island in the middle.

The azure dragon rose again from the ground, its tail still deeply rooted in the earth, unable to break free. Its dragon eyes glared hatefully at the Heaven-Slaying Divine Sword that was slowly dissipating in the sky.

As the light faded, the divine sword that had once stood tall between heaven and earth transformed into a three-foot-three-inch peach wood sword. Its appearance was unremarkable, bearing no resemblance to its previous display of great power.

But it recognized the aura emanating from this sword; it wasn't an aura of the mortal realm, but rather one from the Great Luo Heaven Realm it had always longed for.

In a daze, chaotic auras emanated from the dragon's body. These auras were extremely mixed, seemingly a blend of many different people from different eras.

"I can't remember who I am anymore, but I only know one thing."

The chaotic aura of the azure dragon solidified and returned to normal. Divine light flowed across its body, dissolving its form. In a flash of brilliance, the azure dragon, which had always longed to soar into the heavens, merged back into the earth.

"That is ascension to immortality!"

"Why, why can you, Lü Chunyang, do it? Why can you, Wang Chongyang, do it? Why can you, Zhang Ziyang, do it...?"

"But why can't we?"

"Profound and mysterious, the gateway to all wonders, yet why does this gateway not open up to us?"

It's as if the voices of hundreds or thousands of people are voicing these questions across different years, and these questions overlap, like another melody echoing through time and space.

People and things from different times and spaces, though chaotic and disorganized, have all been transformed into the syllables of this melody under a common obsession.

There are many such syllables, filled with resentment and indignation, completely opposite to another melody in the long river of time.

That melody, though not having many syllables, resonates through every era: Lao Tzu, Zhuangzi, Lü Dongbin, Wang Chongyang, Ziyang Zhenren, Daoji, Zhang Sanfeng...

These ancestral masters of the Xuanmen sect, who ascended to immortality, created another melody. From ancient times to the present, this melody has been like a road to heaven, mysterious and profound, yet full of wonders.

Now, this melody has reached this moment, resonating with Lü Qian in the present. The mysterious tune has been composed even more perfectly, leading to the future.

"This is the path to heaven, the path to heaven passed down by our ancestors."

As Lü Qian sensed the mysterious melody, he had a sudden realization: this melody, which had been played since ancient times and was still unfinished, was the manifestation of the path to heaven.

Those who came before us follow in our footsteps, and those who come after us look to the footsteps of those who came before us and continue to pass on the torch.

Today, Lü Qian will also become part of this legacy, echoing another melody resonating on the distant island of Nathan.

When Lü Qian's syllables were added to the melody of that time and space, the distant azure dragon, which had merged with Nathan Island, uttered a wistful question.

Why?

"Why can you?"

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Today, I'll start with one chapter. The author returned to the north from the south and, without realizing it, seems to have developed a fever.