Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
âYou should know the rest of the story.â
The White Dragon King spoke tirelessly. He knew that he would die today, so it didnât matter to him to tell Li Qingshan everything before he died.
âThen why didnât you wait for the Immortal Path Golden Ranking to descend and summon me? Why must you kill me personally?â Li Qingshan asked curiously.
âAt that time, you were only at Nirvana Pinnacle. How could you be summoned into the Dimensional Battlefield?â The White Dragon King shook his head.
âIf the people from the Dimensional Battlefield donât return, I will be number one in the Human World.â Li Qingshan said.
âI donât know when the Immortal Path Golden Ranking will descend. Youâre at
Nirvana Plane, so I just need to secretly set up some arrangements to kill you. I let these people return because I want them to help me resist the roll call after the Immortal Path Golden Ranking descends. This way, I donât have to go to the Dimensional Battlefield.â
âIf I wait till the Immortal Path Golden Ranking of the Dimensional Battlefield to descend, you will be on it, and so will I. That is what I donât want to see the most.â
âI didnât know that you would improve so quickly. This is my biggest mistake.â The White Dragon King closed his eyes, and his voice conveyed regret.
âThank you for clearing my doubts. Now, please be on your way.â Li Qingshan looked at the White Dragon King and used his finger as a sword.
âYou need a sword to kill me?â The White Dragon King sneered.
Li Qingshan said calmly, âOf course, I wonât need to use my sword to kill you. However, Iâm doing this for a senior. Back then, he only managed to release half of the sword strike. Now, Iâll do the other half.â
The White Dragon King tried his best to open his eyes and said forcefully, âThe
Sword God of the Old Millennium Calendar!â
Back then, the Sword God of the Old Millenium Calendar had cut off half of his primordial spirit and forced him into a deep slumber. The White Dragon King still remembered that grudge.
But he couldnât find the target for revenge.
Because it was a sword strike that the Sword God of the Old Millenium
Calendar had used to burn everything he had. n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
The White Dragon King didnât expect to see that sword strike again after 3,000 years.
Li Qingshan didnât waste any words. He used his fingers as a sword and performed the Heaven Slicing Sword Technique.
Clang!
The Sword Qi burst from the bottom to the top and it was dazzling. The sword light danced, and the Sword Qi was like a boundless rain that fell down.
At that moment, the White Dragon King, whose eyes were blurry with age, tried his best to widen them. In that sword rain, he seemed to see an old friend from 3,000 years ago slowly walking towards him.
His footsteps were firm.
Just like the young swordsman from 3,000 years ago who burned everything he had to slash at him.
âItâs time to end our 3,000-year-old feud.â The White Dragon King sighed.
At that moment, he suddenly thought that if he had been killed by the Sword God of the Old Millennium Calendar 3,000 years ago, he would have died at his most glorious time. It would have been better than dying like this.
âYouâre really persistent. Youâve been pestering me for 3,000 years. Now, Iâm giving you my life, and all our grudges are written off.â The White Dragon King muttered in his heart and gently closed his eyes.
The Sword Qi streaked across like a rainbow, bringing with it a smear of blood that splattered on the green bricks in front of the Buddha Hall.
The White Dragon King slowly fell to the ground, no longer breathing.
And the figure of the young man in the sword rain turned into dust at that moment and no longer existed. All kinds of sword lights danced and flew in all directions.
The grudge between the Sword God of the Old Millennium Calendar and the White Dragon King, which had existed for thousands of years, was completely resolved by Li Qingshanâs sword strike.
Li Qingshan looked at the abbot of the Great Thunderclap Temple, âDeactivate this formation. The matter is over. After these people die, help them to release their souls and bury them on the spot.â
Li Qingshan didnât kill the remaining 15 top-notch experts.
They only had a few days left to live.
He would leave them to the abbot of the Great Thunderclap Temple.
The abbot did not dare to delay and immediately went to deactivate the formation.
The formation was activated very quickly, but deactivating it took half a day.
During that half a day, Li Qingshan meditated in the Buddha Hall.
He was comprehending his Human World Immortal Plane.
The breakthrough this time was completely unexpected.
It was the Power of Faith accumulated by the Great Thunderclap Temple for 3,000 years that Li Qingshan had completely absorbed, which pushed the Trikaya Buddhist Scriptures to the next level. Then, it opened the path from the Nirvana Plane to the Human World Immortal Plane.
The originally bumpy path of cultivation had become the Great Path to Heaven. Li Qingshan only needed to run wildly to enter the Human World Immortal Plane.
There were many things worth savoring.
Li Qingshan only wanted to return to the Repentance Cliff and cultivate quietly.
His biggest concern, the White Dragon King, had been dealt with. In the following days, Li Qingshan could still live in seclusion, cultivating quietly and waiting for the Immortal Path Golden Ranking to descend.
Half a day later, the Buddhaâs Golden Body, which was 500 feet tall, disappeared. The Great Thunderclap Temple was restored to its original state.
Li Qingshan left without alerting anyone.
Before leaving, Li Qingshan looked at the Western Desert.
That was a magical land.
The Buddhism culture had descended upon that land, taking root and sprouting. That place had the Power of Faith. Because he had absorbed 3,000 yearsâ worth of Power of Faith, Li Qingshan felt a holy and peaceful aura looking at the land of the Western Desert right then.
There was a sense of intimacy, completely different from when he first arrived.
âIâll return if I have the chance in the future.â Li Qingshan said softly.
He then used the Kun Peng Precious Technique and transformed into a huge Kun Peng. It roamed the Nine Heavens and flew towards the Repentance Cliff.
The Repentance Cliff remained the same.
The sea-like bamboo forest, the mountain-like Stele Forest, and the bamboo hut all remained the same.
There was the small bridge and flowing water, the garden full of flowers, Five Ghosts, and Little Fox. Everything was there.
Back at the Repentance Cliff, Li Qingshan felt very close to home.
He had lived in that world for decades but had only gone to a few places. The Repentance Cliff was his home..