CHAPTER 479:

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The words of Patriarch Lingyuan resonated like a great bell, echoing in the hearts of the listeners.

Founding Emperor Yan slightly furrowed his brow, fixated on Patriarch Lingyuan.

As a superb spiritual refining martial artist, the appearance of Patriarch Lingyuan naturally made him feel a strong sense of danger, to the point where he momentarily overlooked the reaction of the young emperor beside him.

Young Emperor Wuping listened quietly, taking these words to heart.

His skin tightened slightly, and he couldn’t help but get goosebumps.

The words of Patriarch Lingyuan from the Great Dao Sect greatly surprised them.

They had thought that the appearance of the ancestor from the Cave Heaven Small World was meant to support the Great Dao Sect’s younger cultivators in revenge.

But now, it didn’t seem that way.

Today’s cultivators view the Qiao family members as ordinary martial artists, and being defeated by mortals felt like a great humiliation to them.

Yet, in the eyes of Patriarch Lingyuan, all of this was meaningless.

Whether it is practicing immortality or martial arts, these things do not matter to him at all.

To the contemporary cultivators of the Great Dao Sect, it seemed that their sect was on the brink of collapse, and the Nine Heavenly Immortal Gates had been destroyed by mere mortals; it was like a great catastrophe.

However, to Patriarch Lingyuan, this was just another wave in the long river of time.

He has lived for a very long time, experiencing many things and seeing a great deal; standing before the river of time, worldly matters are just fleeting moments, coming and going.

The world and the sky are a single moment, while a hundred generations are a fleeting instant.

The changes of dynasties are merely repetitions in history books, and the fall of the Immortal Gate is just a passing cloud.

The young Emperor Wuping unconsciously turned his gaze slightly to look at his ancestor, Founding Emperor Yan, who stood beside him.

Even this young emperor could clearly see Founding Emperor Yan’s obsession.

His obsession was Great Yan.

Three hundred years later, the enemies of Founding Emperor Yan’s time had long turned to dust, and loved ones were mere names on tombstones.

The Great Yan Imperial Court was a foundation he built in his youth, and the Great Yan Royal Family was a legacy of his descendants’ bloodline.

This obsession, according to Patriarch Lingyuan’s teachings, was indeed something that should be discarded by mortals as soon as possible.

So at this moment, a thought passed through the young Emperor Wuping’s mind…

If… he said if…

If Founding Emperor Yan had really given up on this obsession as Patriarch Lingyuan said, what kind of person would he become?

As a naturally born Medicine Spirit Body, Founding Emperor Yan certainly needs help from the Great Yan Imperial Court to gather rare herbs from Jiu Province to extend his life… but in the end, the Great Yan Imperial Court is not necessary for him.

Without the Great Yan Imperial Court, Founding Emperor Yan, with his unbeatable power from three hundred years ago, could still establish a great dynasty called the Kingdom of Water, a Water Sect, and a Water Gathering Society.

If Founding Emperor Yan truly let go of his desires as Patriarch Lingyuan said, he would naturally regain his freedom from the shackles of the Great Yan Imperial Court, and his martial arts skills would be even greater than they are now!

With this thought, young Emperor Wuping couldn’t help but feel a chill in his heart.

To this day, for the unmatched Founding Emperor Yan, has the Great Yan Imperial Court become his… shackle?

Then…

What about Qiao Shuangtu standing in front of the gate of the Great Dao Sect?

Emperor Wuping was filled with thoughts.

The young emperor, who sat on the throne during this chaotic time, must be a person with deep concerns, no matter his abilities; he was no exception.

At this moment.

He heard Qiao Mu laughing loudly.

"In your view, deep blood feuds can be discarded, and teachings can be abandoned."

"Is it just that I, Qiao, have come this far for the sake of ‘someone else can take my place’?"

"Then let me ask you, do you see me as a human or an immortal?" Qiao Mu questioned.

Patriarch Lingyuan stood on the clouds, looking down with an unchanged expression, and said calmly:

"An immortal is simply someone from the mountains."

"Cultivating immortality is like climbing a mountain, step by step going up. The higher you go, the further you are from people, and the closer you are to the sky."

"If you let go of worldly desires, you will gain a clear heart for the Dao, and naturally rise above the ordinary."

"And you are naturally an immortal; we simply take different paths to reach the same destination."

"Climbing to immortality is like climbing a mountain?" At that moment, Qiao Mu took a step forward, stepping onto the stairs made of white clouds, as everyone looked up, he climbed step by step towards the sky.

"Do you know what you are in my eyes?"

Patriarch Lingyuan did not answer, only his gaze turned slightly cold.

"In my eyes, this world has ultimately no gods or immortals." Qiao Mu continued to climb, his steps getting faster, murmuring:

"The heart of the Dao you speak of is, to me, merely a desire to pursue immortality and grow stronger."

"Since you are a person with desires in your heart, don’t stand tall and call yourself an immortal or an ancestor!"

Qiao Mu flew up the white cloud steps like the wind, his figure soaring with the sound of whooshing through the air.

"If you see yourself as a fairy on the mountain, then I, Qiao, will today…"

"Move a mountain!"

His arms quickly grew bigger and reached towards the sky; he wanted to pull Patriarch Lingyuan down from the clouds!

In the distance, the young Emperor Wuping instinctively held his breath.

At that moment, he felt a sudden clarity in his heart; he suddenly understood why his ancestor had brought him, the emperor, to such a dangerous place, standing beneath the risky wall.

He came for the Great Dao Sect, and also for Qiao Shuangtu, who stood at the peak of martial arts in the world.

There are many truths in this world; a learned person could talk for three days and nights, but who could truly tell right from wrong?

A cultivator has their own truths, and a martial artist has theirs too.

The young emperor, who accidentally walked into the battlefield, should not be here just to witness the outcome of this fight.

According to Patriarch Lingyuan, the biggest difference between humans and immortals is, of course, their strength.

If one has exceptional strength, their place should not remain in the human world.

The poor will naturally do what they must to survive, while the rich might show no mercy; those who are extraordinary will abandon their desires and no longer have the worldly cravings of humans.

However, in Qiao Shuangtu’s eyes, the situation is different.

"In Qiao Shuangtu’s view, the worldly desires that cultivators abandon are precisely where his obsessions lie."

"No, it’s not just Qiao Shuangtu; it’s not just the Qiao family members, but also… the ancestors feel the same way."

"This is the heart of these remarkable martial artists."

The young Emperor Wuping shivered once again.

At this moment, he glimpsed a corner of his ancestor’s heart.

If Founding Emperor Yan let go of all his attachment to Great Yan and wholeheartedly pursued the pure path of martial arts… then naturally he would improve his skills and find true happiness.

At that time, he would be another heartless immortal in the human world; how different would he be from the extraordinary cultivators of the Nine Heavenly Immortal Gates?

Over the past three hundred years, countless cultivators in the human world have joined the Nine Heavenly Immortal Gates, but how many martial artists like Founding Emperor Yan, who willingly saw themselves as human, have there been?

Martial artists like Qiao Mu and Founding Emperor Yan do not stubbornly deny their extraordinary powers, pretending to still be ordinary people.

Rather, they chose to have a human heart, willingly wearing the shackles, and chose… to become human.

"And this struggle between humans and immortals…" the young Emperor Wuping unconsciously clenched his fists, looking up at the sky.

He may not be skilled in martial arts, but at this moment, he was particularly concerned about the outcome of this battle.

Founding Emperor Yan glanced sideways at the young Emperor Wuping, noticing his instinctive fist-clenching, and felt a little surprised.

"Although I am missing some of the bravery I wanted to see, my mind is clearer than I thought it would be…"

The Founding Emperor Yan turned his gaze away and looked up at the sky, feeling a chill in his heart.

…………………………………………..

At this moment, a white rainbow crossed the sky, pointing straight at the ancestor of Lingyuan Dao.

Yet he still had no expression, his face as still as a statue in a temple, looking down at the mortal world.

At this time, the giant hands of Qiao Mu, who was running on clouds, were only a few steps away from him.

In this moment, Patriarch Lingyuan seemed to suddenly grow taller, like an unmovable mountain, and the distance between him and Qiao Mu seemed to be rapidly increasing, as if there were an enormous gap between them.

"Then this thin line makes the difference between a human and an immortal," Patriarch Lingyuan said calmly.

Patriarch Lingyuan extended his right hand from his large sleeve, drawing a complex charm in the air before him.

The light of the array quietly shone at this moment, like countless delicate threads weaving together the ground and the sky, enveloping the entire Great Dao Sect.

"The Heaven and Earth Anti Chaos Formation is complete."

He lowered his eyelids, looking at Qiao Mu who was just a short distance away.

Watching as his figure quickly retreated, the distance between them stretched rapidly.

Since he stepped into this earthly realm, his magical power was quickly dissipating.

As time passed, he would become weaker, and naturally, he would not sit and wait for defeat.

Immortal techniques use one’s own magical power to pull at the forces of heaven and earth.

With his level of strength, countless techniques were deeply embedded in his soul; when he focused his thoughts, the world would change color without needing to perform gestures or recite spells.

Ancestor Lingyuan, as the founding master of the Great Dao Sect, even created the protective mountain array, the Nine Palaces and the Mother Array.

The Nine Palace Mother Array has nine layers of Secret Realm Space, allowing distances to stretch as far as the horizon, trapping enemies and leaving no way forward or backward.

And this change within such a small space.

Since the moment he stepped into this world, he has been trying to set up the Heaven and Earth Anti Chaos Formation with his own hands.

"Since you say you want to move mountains, then let’s give it a try," smiled Patriarch Lingyuan.

At this moment.

With a rumbling sound echoing through the heavens and the earth.

The light of the formation pierced the sky, and around the Great Dao Sect, the towering mountains slowly began to rise into the air, under the astonished gaze of the martial artists.

Mountains floated in the air like huge white clouds, while the rocks beneath them rained down, casting enormous shadows on the ground.

This was a scene that even the martial artists in the world found hard to believe, even when witnessing it with their own eyes.

"Isn’t this… this a method of the immortals?"

Some martial artists watching from a distance began to feel nervous.

This kind of battle was beyond their understanding; even if just one mountain fell, it would be a disaster they could not escape.

A martial artist who had not yet reached True Strength could only harness internal strength up to ten meters away; even a third-rank True Strength martial artist with incredible skills could strike for tens or even hundreds of meters, but the hovering mountains felt like they were crashing down on them.

Not to mention taking action; just imagining it in their minds sent chills down their spines.

And yet, all the looming mountain peaks pointed to that one person, Qiao Mu…

Only the young Emperor Wuping maintained a calm expression.

Emperor Wuping had just begun to grasp martial arts and had recently developed his internal strength, so he lacked real battle experience.

Although fear rose within him, the thought of standing next to the Great Yan Royal Family’s pillar of strength provided him some comfort.

What kind of person is the Founding Emperor Yan of the Great Yan Imperial Court?

In the eyes of the royal descendants of Emperor Wuping, he truly is a hero like a celestial being.

In terms of martial skills, he is also the best in the world; three hundred years ago, he was the champion of martial arts and the greatest person in the world. When it comes to achievements and power, no other emperor in the Great Yan can compare to him.

No, he is not just a hero like a celestial being; in Emperor Wuping’s heart, even the True Immortal is not without the strength to compete with his ancestor…

Thinking of this, Emperor Wuping secretly glanced at the Founding Emperor Yan beside him.

He saw that the latter’s face was dark, staring at the lofty mountains that floated in the sky like clouds.

"What the heck is this?!"

"The martial artists of the Qiao family have been fighting against such figures for the past few years?"

Founding Emperor Yan swiftly grabbed the young Emperor Wuping from the horse’s back and flew backward using his light movement skills.

In the past few years, he has been in the Imperial Capital of Zhong Province, keeping a distance with the Great Dao Sect. Although there have been some clashes, they have not been very intense.

If we want to talk about dealing with the Soul Changing Taoist Lord, we must go back to when Qiao Mu was still in Nan Province, facing Yunxiao Taoist Lord who transmitted his sword over a distance of three thousand miles.

After that, the Immortal Gates of the Qiao family were destroyed one after another, but Founding Emperor Yan could not leave the Imperial Capital or Zhong Province at will.

Although he heard rumors about Qiao Shuangtu killing five Great Taoist Lords at Peach Blossom Villa, he had never seen it with his own eyes.

But today, what he saw was the appearance of an Immortal Gate ancestor, something that has never happened before in the world.

"Come on, come on, why are you just standing there, silly child? Are you scared?"

Founding Emperor Yan held the young Emperor Wuping in one hand while using his lightness skills, and with a strike of true strength, he shattered the sky like falling stones.

The reason he came was to let his young emperor witness this and gain some experience, not to add another dead emperor to the Great Yan Royal Family.

Meanwhile, Patriarch Lingyuan’s movements had not yet stopped.

He waved his large sleeves, and a handful of Tianchan beans scattered out, transforming into the shapes of bean soldiers and a bean general high above in the clouds.

"Tianchan bean soldier, come out!"

The skill of turning beans into soldiers is a spell that all cultivators can perform, while the Great Dao Sect’s method of making Taoist soldiers can also stand tall among the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths Immortal Gate.

The brilliance of the formation technique is Ancestor Lingyuan’s own method, while "Bean Breaks Through the Sky" is a technique of the Great Dao Sect.

The cultivation of spirit bean Taoist soldiers shows the unique abilities of each cultivator and how far they can nurture the spirit plants.

Meanwhile, Ancestor Lingyuan, who has secluded himself in the small world for over ten thousand years, possesses Tianchan beans that are of the highest quality, aged for ten thousand years.

At this moment, the dense bean soldiers stood in formation in the clouds, like closely packed pieces on a celestial chessboard, numbering nearly a thousand, all armed and imposing, with an extraordinary aura.