Chapter 531 The Immortal Lord Arrives
Facing that peerless sword, although there was only one sword, Zhang Wuji felt that the sword energy was coming from all directions, and no matter how he moved he could not avoid it. This was a sword that would definitely hit him, and if he could not withstand it, it would be a sword that would kill him.

There was a slight stabbing pain between his eyebrows. The sword energy had not yet arrived, but his spiritual platform had already given a warning. There was suppression from above and murderous intent in front. In such a dire situation, Zhang Wuji could still laugh out loud.

"I have finally waited until this moment. If you don't strike with this sword, how can I complete my plan and achieve my goal? Wang Yansheng, you are truly my dearest and best brother!"

He laughed loudly, and his momentum exploded, with a strong wind blowing in all directions. Under the astonished gaze of everyone, Zhang Wuji shouted angrily, and held up the Five Elements Mountain with both arms. The towering peak swayed under the power of his hands, and he broke free of the forbidden inscriptions that slowly flowed down from the mountain, and the golden chains that bound him.

A dull roar was heard, followed by a burst of air waves. The Five Elements Mountain had been moved away by Zhang Wuji. Not only that, he had also thrown it out fiercely.

"You still have time!"

He raised his head and glanced at the sky. At this moment, a sword light was approaching. Zhang Wuji did not retreat but advanced instead, meeting the peerless sword. The sword light moved and directly pierced through his body. Even the strong body forged by the Eight-Nine Profound Art was helpless against this sword.

"After all, this is not the true way to achieve sainthood in the flesh. A slight mistake can lead to a great error."

Zhang Wuji sighed in his heart, but the Eight-Nine Profound Art he practiced was not an ordinary magical power. With a little effort, his muscles surged and he had locked the sword energy tightly in his body. The sword energy glowed and strangled large pieces of flesh and blood. Zhang Wuji was like being tortured to death, but he did not even frown, and was determined to confine the sword energy with his flesh and blood.

Then, a red lotus appeared behind him. The red lotus swayed, emitting red light and white gas. The red light flashed and the white gas condensed into shape. With this as the painting, a total of 24 gas scenes of varying sizes continued to emerge.

What is the unity of heaven and earth, and the heart facing the sun? It is nothing but borrowed things. After using the strength of all the people, it must be returned. Besides, external things are external things after all. These twenty-four scenes are different. They are the method that Zhang Wuji comprehended from the rotation of the four seasons and the golden sword that cuts off longevity. They integrate the four seasons of heaven and earth and the changes of solar terms. It is unique and is something that he truly cultivated himself.

In the blink of an eye, twenty-four scenes were formed. The white and red auras depicted the scenes inside vividly. The pictures of the solar terms were like gas and gauze, turning and floating in the air.

Zhang Wuji scanned them one by one: Rain Water, Waking of Insects, Spring Clearing, Grain Rain, Grain Full, Grain in Ear... chapters about the four seasons, the bright and peaceful spring, the chirping of cicadas in the summer, the flowing golden autumn, the snowy winter, six solar terms in each season, a total of 24 solar terms, with clear scenery, pure air, and an endless cycle.

This is his way, and also his most proud magical power. If he only uses one of them, the magic contained in it can defeat many people. Now that all twenty-four scenes are used together, Zhang Wuji dares to laugh at the world.

But the world is too small and he is not very satisfied. What is the use of looking down on the world? It is just a shallow pond. His goal is the sky!
Zhang Wuji flew up into the sky, rushing straight towards the Scar of Sky at the edge of the sky, with the Twenty-Four Scenes accompanying him, hiding his peerless sword energy, and combining all his lifelong supernatural powers with those of the world's top two masters, they charged towards the sky together.

"It is what my heart desires, even if I die nine times, I will never regret it!"

He passed by Wang Yansheng without stopping, and only said softly: "You are not my target now, so let's save this battle for later!"

"If I'm still alive!"

Zhang Wuji's magical power is gathered in all the twenty-four scenes, which brings about a myriad of magnificent scenes and countless magical powers. Each scene is a great magical power, and when the twenty-four are combined together, they can rival the sky!

He laughed wildly and plunged into the Scar of Sky, then triggered thunder, fire, wind and void annihilation within the Scar of Sky, trying to kill it. However, Zhang Wuji did not care and let the strong wind blow and the thunder and fire strike, determined to shatter the Scar of Sky.

"I dare to ask the immortals in heaven, who dares to come to this world!" An imperceptible roar was drowned in the thunderstorm and fire. Then, like the first ray of light after a long period of darkness, or like the end of the night and the bright dawn, under Zhang Wuji's selfless charge, the twenty-four scenes and the sword energy exploded together. The Scar in the Sky then expanded dozens of times, from a crack to a hole. Through the hole, one could even see the buildings inside, which was a corner of the heaven.

At a certain moment, there was a loud explosion, triggering countless chain reactions. The Scar of the Sky became the past, leaving only a huge hole hanging in the sky. Looking up from the mortal world, there was only an incomparably bright light, like a blazing white ball of light, thousands or even tens of thousands times brighter than anything else. People illuminated by it could not open their eyes, and their eyes would turn red if they stared for a moment, and tears would flow in the wind after three breaths.

"Who dares to disturb the peace of heaven?"

A scolding sounded, with a little anger, but more of boundless indifference.

A figure slowly descended from the sky. One could not see his face or specific shape clearly because there was a huge light behind him, illuminating the void and emitting thousands of rays of light. People dared not look directly at him. Only a vague figure was visible, like a silhouette between heaven and earth.

The majestic momentum swept across the entire battlefield, blocking out the sun. Compared with the sun in the sky, that man was three times more dazzling. His divine power was like the sea and like a prison. Just standing there made people unable to resist and could only bow down to him.

Immortals, real immortals, are not immortal servants like Taiming. They are creatures that have truly transcended the mortal life form and sublimated themselves to another level. Even among immortals, they are top figures.

"Who are you?" the man asked, his eyes sweeping across the battlefield, "Immortal Dao techniques, disciples of the Taoist sect in the lower world?"

He stared at Wang Yansheng again: "Your aura is a bit mixed. Not only does it have the foundation of immortality, but it is also mixed with other things. Hey, there are also some little secrets hidden. Interesting!"

The immortal's consciousness swept across the universe and frowned slightly: "Why is the spiritual power in the mortal world different? It is mixed with other things. It is similar to the divine power of incense, but different."

After observing for a while, he said, "It turns out that it is related to the destiny of the country. I didn't expect that after such a long absence, there would be signs of the birth of a dynasty in the mortal world."

The immortal had a keen eye, and he understood everything with just a quick glance. Then he raised his hand and pointed, and the forbidden spirit field that had trapped all the righteous people for a long time was wiped out. He did not destroy it, but wiped it out from the root, as if it had never existed from the beginning to the end.

He finally looked at Wang Yansheng: "You have the scent of my boy. Where is he now?"

Wang Yansheng raised his head and said, "Taiming? I don't know, probably somewhere in the east." He paused, "May I ask, sir, have you ever seen a person when you came to the mortal world?"

The immortal chuckled, "Are you talking about the little thief who offended the heaven? He touched the passage between the immortal and mortal worlds and has probably become a powder. Even if he has a corpse, it should be somewhere in the void outside the world."

Wang Yansheng's eyes darkened, and he said softly, "Is that so!"

The next moment, a voice rang in my ears: "I have answered your question and fulfilled your wish, so you can commit suicide here!"

(End of this chapter)