Fellow Daoist! That scoundrel has written a new book again.

Chapter 581 Remaining for Years and Never Fading

Zhu Wuyao was swept up in the storm, and the spiritual energy of heaven and earth around her surged violently. She could neither advance nor retreat, and countless dangers lurking in the shadows attacked her in the chaos.

She struggled forward, nearing her limit.

Even because he couldn't control his spiritual power, his dantian was almost empty. Perhaps in the end... he wouldn't even be able to control his illusory body.

Little did they know that Fu Shan, who was single-handedly supporting the great formation, was also about to reach his limit.

This great formation seemed to have only trapped Zhu Wuyao, but the thousands upon thousands of Illusionary Worlds within it were constantly breaking through the formation.

Zhu Wuyao, with the strength of tens of thousands of people, has been constantly venturing outwards in a manner that is almost sacrificial.

This is a war of attrition.

A violent storm.

It is unclear whether the person who set up the formation was unable to continue and the formation kept expanding outwards, or whether the person who broke the formation exhausted their spiritual power and perished in the storm.

A fierce wind howled, and Zhu Wuyao blocked it with his bladeless sword. The blade trembled continuously, emitting a buzzing sound under the immense force.

She had very little spiritual energy left in her body.

If used rashly, it will be swept away in an instant in this storm.

They were being constantly pushed and squeezed from all sides.

Occasionally, a suffocating vacuum zone may form.

Occasionally, storms rage and air currents are extremely fast.

Zhu Wuyao gripped the sword hilt tightly, gritting her teeth slightly. The raging wind around her could even shatter her outstretched divine sense.

She couldn't even muster the power of a sword.

Her shoes sank several inches into the sand, and she was pushed backward by the hurricane, then slowly took a step forward.

Disorder.

It cannot be deduced.

Zhu Wuyao tried several times to take out the spirit brush and carve out a path to survival for herself, but she was afraid... Fu Shan's real purpose was to get her to take out the fragment of the Heavenly Dao.

If the fragments of the Heavenly Dao are taken away, not only will Zhu Wuyao die, but Licheng will also be destroyed.

The Giant Sword Sect will enjoy its most prosperous period, and may even become the strongest of the four sects...

As the moonlight spills down, countless reflections unfold.

At the cost of over a thousand illusory avatars, Zhu Wuyao's true body had a brief respite to retrieve the Pinghe Cauldron. She was about to speak when she suddenly froze—

Within the illusionary world, she found a way to survive without having to perish together with the enemy.

Zhu Wuyao didn't have time to think.

She immediately dispersed her true form.

Its form appeared on a certain reflection, and the Pinghe Ding was suspended in the air. Almost at that moment, the wind stopped and the waves subsided.

It continuously radiates spiritual energy outwards.

Amidst the fierce gale, it steadily suppressed the surge of spiritual energy from heaven and earth, providing Zhu Wuyao with a moment to catch his breath.

She did not take the opportunity to absorb spiritual energy.

This would disrupt the balance maintained by the Pinghe Dingzhen.

Looking at the small cauldron from the air, Fu Shan recognized it—it seemed to have originated from the Juque Sect, and it could be used to quell the storm.

She hovered her fingers lightly above the formation.

The raging winds and towering waves instantly intensified, concentrating their impact on the small, peaceful area protected by the Pinghe Ding.

The airflow is being continuously compressed.

Just like in the deep sea, where pressure keeps increasing and air density keeps rising, this tiny "bubble" in the deep sea can no longer bear the weight.

"boom--!"

As the bubble bursts, the surrounding airflow, compressed to its limit, rushes from the area of ​​extremely high density to the area of ​​low density, colliding with each other and creating towering waves.

This intense shockwave instantly swept across the entire formation.

Zhu Wuyao, who was at the very center of the riot, was instantly thrown into the distance.

The turmoil of all the air currents caused the great formation to lose its balance, and it began to push and fling her away into the distance.

Zhu Wuyao finally escaped the great formation.

The formation continued to expand, and the powerful shockwave threw her far away.

She glanced at the Pinghe Cauldron in the great formation, then looked at Fu Shan standing quietly on the formation. Her gaze sharpened, and she immediately turned and fled.

Just as seen in the endless vision—

Fu Shan surprisingly did not chase after them.

Zhu Wuyao dared not let his guard down and continued to flee towards the border of the Western Taibai Sect.

On her escape, she summoned her magic pen.

“Sever the connection between the purple aura and everyone else who has borrowed the power of the Heavenly Dao fragments, except for me.”

Zhu Wuyao rescued Ge Mingsheng.

We lost Song Kezi.

This was a forced substitution.

She recalled Song Kezi's words: "When will this cauldron be lost?"

...At that time, Song Kezi probably never imagined that he would be lost along with the cauldron.

I don't know how many hours they had been on the run.

Zhu Wuyao arrived in the West, in an unfamiliar town.

She stopped.

The surrounding area was filled with a cacophony of voices: some laughing and shouting, some sighing, some smug, and some looking worried. Countless faces surrounded her, and countless voices rose and fell. She stood there in the middle, stunned.

The cacophony of the wind seemed endless.

Zhu Wuyao's thoughts were in utter chaos.

For a moment, she even doubted whether she had escaped Fu Shan's formation.

"……This is where?"

The cacophony around her was like a howling gale, and her consciousness seemed to be constantly expanding.

"This is the western part of where the Taibai Sect is located~"

The voice of the spirit pen rang out from the sharp, buzzing divine consciousness.

Zhu Wuyao suddenly remembered the question Fu Shan had asked—

"Do you know what is it that endures for a thousand years without decaying?"

It is not mountains, rivers, lakes, or seas.

Times change, the world transforms, and there are tremendous changes. How can something last for a thousand years and remain immortal?

"It's a person...it's bloodline..."

"Her formation uses the bloodlines passed down throughout the south as its core..."

Humans—from thousands of years ago, through the vicissitudes of time, have been passed down from generation to generation to the present day.

Let alone a thousand years.

Even over ten thousand years, mortals, with their meager strength, can always find a glimmer of hope in the cracks, and their descendants stubbornly survive. That is an existence that is even more ancient than mountains, rivers, lakes, and seas.

Zhu Wuyao seemed to have calmed down, but her head was throbbing with pain.

She thought of the village surrounded by mountains, and the villagers whose traditions had been passed down for who knows how long.

Juque is Juque, and Fushan is Fushan.

She doesn't let mountains and rivers define her.

She has better options.

In the south, there is a great formation, south of Fushan, a formation that Zhu Wuyao can never break.

"What are you muttering about? Wake up, are you having hysteria?"

Someone patted her on the shoulder, and Zhu Wuyao belatedly came to her senses, taking a deep breath.

Seeing the curious onlookers staring at her, Zhu Wuyao forced a smile, shook her head as if to say something, but in the end just waved her hand, walked forward for a while, and found a tree to lean against.

She raised her hand to rub her temples and spoke to the spirit brush in her consciousness:

"Song Kezi is missing. I hope Fu Shan will be wary of him and kill him to silence him."

That's what they say, but Zhu Wuyao knew in his heart that this was probably impossible.

"How can I drag Fu Shan down with me...?"

Within the great formation, she was unable to think. Now that she had calmed down and figured out how powerful Fu Shan was, the seriousness of the problem also came to light.

She was once presented with a choice to live and die together, but she didn't cherish it.

It wasn't until after it was gone that I realized dragging Fu Shan down with me was probably the most cost-effective way...