Chapter 755 - 534: Shocking Upheaval
The core of the Qin Clan’s ancestral land, on a cloud platform, Dao Rhyme and Spirit Light.
A figure in white is seated and expounding Dao:
"Common folk practice Dao, often fixated on existence. See mountains and rivers as reality, regard divine techniques as truth, greedy for longevity, clinging to victory, all trapped in illusions."
"The path of illusion and annihilation is not destruction, but breaking delusion... Arising from conditions, birth; conditions extinguished, dispersal, inherently there’s no true permanence."
This is none other than Qin Cangwu’s transformation, with a perpetual flow of perfect Dao Rhyme around him, eyes clear as cold stars.
Before him, dozens of young men and women, all core disciples of the Qin Clan, extraordinarily gifted, forming the future foundation of the lineage.
The audience listens, intoxicated, some frowning in thought, others nodding silently, engraving every word of Qin Cangwu into their consciousness, not daring a trace of negligence.
Qin Cangwu continues, speaking eloquently, while demonstrating with Dao Domain:
"The ancestor Yu once said, the path of illusion and annihilation can be divided into three realms."
"First, seeing illusion without bewilderment, not deceived by external appearances, the mind like a clear mirror..."
"Second, knowing the illusion and letting go, releasing internal attachment, not greedy, not obsessed, not regretting, not fearing..."
"Third, the annihilation of illusion returns to truth, reality and illusion are one, merging with the Dao..."
"Illusion and annihilation are not mere emptiness, only breaking without establishing, then falling into nothingness, taking annihilation as Dao, is also a new illusion."
"We must practice amidst worldly dust, experience illusion, and within life and death realize annihilation, breaking through all—"
At this point, his words abruptly cease.
The Qin Clan disciples are all taken aback, listening at a critical juncture, immersed in enlightenment, but suddenly returning to their senses, with a strange feeling neither rising nor falling in their hearts.
As if climbing halfway up a mountain, one step away from the peak, suddenly blocked, the impending insights caught midway.
Neither entirely awakening nor reverting to their previous mental state, feeling stuck and impeded.
"Why did it stop?"
"The clan leader was speaking at a crucial point, why did he suddenly stop?"
Disciples mutter their questions inwardly, subconsciously straining to listen, yet no further explanation comes.
After a moment of stupor, they slowly open their eyes, the enchantment slowly fading, replaced by confusion and bewilderment.
Everyone looks up at the white-clad figure on the cloud platform, seeking the reason for the clan leader’s sudden halt.
But upon looking, everyone freezes on the spot!
Qin Cangwu remains seated, yet those eyes once clear as cold stars have lost all vitality, becoming hollow and lifeless, no longer surrounded by any flowing Dao Rhyme.
It’s as if only a lifeless shell remains, quietly standing there, not emitting even the faintest breath of energy.
"Clan leader... what happened to the clan leader?"
"No, there’s no breath! The clan leader’s Yang Spirit... Yang Spirit is annihilated!!"
Upon hearing this, all core disciples are struck as if by thunder, greatly shocked, hurriedly activating Divine Thought to investigate. Confirming Qin Cangwu’s transformation has undergone primordial spirit annihilation, reduced to a shell, panic instantly sweeps through the crowd.
"How could this happen? Just now he was guiding us, and suddenly..."
"Was, was he assassinated? How is there not a trace of disturbance?"
"..."
Panic spreads like tidal waves, leaving core disciples bewildered and at a loss for expression, the shock and fear within them ineffable.
Some quickly activate their Communication Jade Talisman to report the matter to the elders of the clan.
Meanwhile, Qin Cangwu’s transformations scattered across Chongli Heaven, overseeing the Qin Clan’s treasure vault, subsidiaries, all simultaneously annihilated!
Deep within the ancestral land, shrouded in chaotic mist, an unadorned divine hall hidden amidst it, the forbidden area of the Qin Clan.
In the divine hall, a figure clad in purple robe sits calmly on a lotus platform, exceedingly beautiful, with a cold temperament.
It is none other than Qin Zhaoyu, the main battle transformation overseeing the clan.
She slowly opens her eyes, a faint trace of sharp cold light fleetingly within her gaze, difficult to capture.
"How audacious!"
Her will surges like tides, instantly sweeping over everything on the cloud platform, the locations where transformations fell throughout the ancestral land, taking all disturbances into consciousness.
"Ha, truly clean and swift!"
She clearly senses that all of Qin Cangwu’s transformations were erased by will.
Unfortunately, she couldn’t capture the moment when the power of laws descended.
She considers inwardly:
"Cangwu, having completed Void Refining Fourteenth Tribulation, his will is not weak, with Grand Array obstruction, an ordinary Void Refining Fifteenth Tribulation expert not necessarily able to instantly erase one of his transformations, let alone simultaneously."
"Laws outlined, will erased! Right under my nose, eliminating all his transformations... absolutely not possible by a common Dharma Master."
Moments later, she leisurely rises, stepping out effortlessly, like teleportation, crossing a distance of tens of thousands of feet, appearing on the cloud platform, purple robe shining like clouds, gently fluttering robes, an eternal cold and dignity.
Her gaze sweeps over the panicking core disciples, her tone calm:
"Why panic? Qin Clan disciples should have the composure of facing a crumbling mountain without changing expression. Withdraw to the side, no clamoring."
Upon hearing this, disciples are shaken, the panic within quickly suppressed, hastily gathering composure, bowing respectfully, responding in unison:
"Greetings to Ancestor Yu, we abide!"
As the words fall, everyone retreats to the sides of the cloud platform, standing with heads bowed, though the fear in their eyes remains difficult to conceal.
Clan elders arriving, witnessing the ancestor’s presence, also bow respectfully, expressions grave, none daring to rashly inquire.
Qin Zhaoyu ignores them, her gaze resting on the hollow shell of Qin Cangwu’s transformation, fingers forming seals, laws circulating.