Lin Yi watched this scene silently, his face somewhat pale. Controlling the Panhuang Life Sword, a peak seventh-tier divine artifact, was a huge burden for him.
Under the cover of heavy lightning, a white bone dragon boat gradually approached the Yuanqi God, and then rammed into him fiercely.
Overbearing, domineering, and violent.
This dragon boat was the Supreme Boat that Lin Yi hadn't used for a long time.
The spirit of this magical artifact is Xuan Yao Dao Ren, who was refined by the Great Curse of the Heart Demon. This person attained enlightenment through unorthodox means and lacked potential, but the hull of the Supreme Boat was forged from the remains of a seventh-order poisonous dragon.
In this world, he would be comparable to a human immortal who has cultivated to the level of a thousand transformations.
Caught off guard, the Yuanqi God's divine body was instantly shattered by the impact.
A chaotic sphere, roughly ten acres in size, flew out. Within this chaotic sphere, there were spheres within spheres, layer upon layer, numbering in the hundreds or thousands.
"The Primordial Chaos Relic".
The voice of Zen Silver Veil echoed in Lin Yi's mind. The communication between their thoughts was as fast as lightning, and he immediately knew what the chaotic sphere in front of him was.
The Primordial Spirit, having gained the faith of 700 million people in the Western Regions, possessed immense power and condensed nine "Primordial Chaos Relics." Through the cultivation of both body and life, these relics possessed boundless power.
Each "Primordial Chaos Relic" is equivalent to one-ninth of the Primordial Chaos God's power.
“Vast…vast…”
The Primordial Chaos Relic spun around, emitting a hollow sound like the roar of a tiger and the bellow of a bull, before transforming into hundreds of rays of light. The layers of radiance instantly stirred up the surrounding thunder and water.
At the same time, a chaotic-colored, ten-inch-tall flag gate flew out.
Each of these flag gates is adorned with ten beast heads, each only the size of a thumb, yet they are incredibly ferocious, faintly emanating an aura of ancient wilderness.
Countless lines appeared within the flag gate, extending deep into the void, their destination unknown, invisible and formless.
"The ancient Rashomon has finally appeared."
A smile appeared on Lin Yi's face; this flag gate was precisely his target for this trip.
The term "Rashomon" refers to a situation where everyone fabricates their own lies for their own benefit, preventing the truth from being known.
Just like the meaning of its name, the "Ancient Rashomon" is also a mysterious and unpredictable magical artifact. According to the records of the Great Zen Temple, it far surpasses the Qiankun Bag and is known as the number one void artifact.
Legend has it that the world hidden behind the ancient Rashomon is vast and boundless, approaching the Middle Thousand Worlds transformed by the Yang God masters.
Lin Yi focused his mind on wielding his sword. The Panhuang Life Sword in his hand shone with restrained brilliance, its blade ancient and weathered. Only a point of crimson-gold light at the tip of the sword flowed ceaselessly, as if all the power had gathered there.
This point of crimson-gold light, though no longer vast, still possesses a sharp edge capable of destroying everything and cleaving through the universe.
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Chapter 207 Past and Future, Connected by a Single Thread
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Even with the sharpness of the Panhuang Life Sword, if it disperses its power to unleash a vast sword aura, it may appear magnificent, but in reality, it would be difficult to shake the ancient Rashomon.
However, now that Lin Yi has gathered all his power together, let alone the Ancient Rashomon, a void magic treasure, even the Ancient Pan Emperor's other personal artifact, the Imperial Heaven Beginning Dragon Armor, known for its defense, would suffer irreparable damage if it were slashed.
Faced with this sword light, Yuanqi Shen dared not use "Ancient Rashomon" to block it head-on.
The more concentrated and condensed the power, the greater its destructive force—this is a truth.
“Vast…vast…”
The hollow sound, like the roar of a tiger and the bellow of a bull, rang out again, and two more "Primordial Chaos Relics" flew out from the ancient Rashomon.
"Transform into a celestial form! Grant me immortality!"
A majestic and awe-inspiring voice, like thunder from the heavens, emanated from the ancient Rashomon. Three primordial relics swirled into an array, their chaotic energy churning wildly and transforming into human form.
The human form that the "Primordial Chaos Relic" transformed into had a tall crown and strange clothes, long purple-black hair, and flowing robes. It seemed as if it was riding the wind and controlling the primordial energy of heaven and earth, displaying the demeanor of the ancient philosophers of this world.
The sword flashed, as fast as lightning.
Lin Yi pierced the chest of the "Primordial Spirit" transformed from the relic with his sword. The Primordial Spirit roared angrily, its hands gripping the center of the sword light tightly. The sword light twisted and turned, exploding with golden light.
The Panhuang Life Sword was about to pierce in, but the "Primordial Spirit" used its immense divine power to make the Chaotic Primordial Relic take shape and firmly grasp the sword light that was piercing inward. It was actually trying to forcibly seize the divine sword with its power!
Lin Yi transmitted his thoughts, saying, "As expected, it is a powerful deity comparable to a Seven Tribulation Ghost Immortal Creator. It actually used its supernatural powers to capture the sword light! Impressive, impressive! However, once I have succeeded, how could I let you escape? The Nine Seals of Primordial Beginning, the One Seal of the Dao."
A small seal of uncertain shape, seemingly black and white, yet neither black nor white, appeared from the Panhuang Life Sword. It seemed to be the source of all things and the beginning of all causes and effects. Countless threads of cause and effect flew out and penetrated into the ancient Rashomon.
"Every action has a cause. The cause originates from the unknown, and the effect arises from the retribution. Past and future are connected by a single thread. The power of cause and effect is that single thread of fate. Though billions of years and spaces cannot obstruct it; though the past and the future are separated, it cannot be extinguished..."
Lin Yi's gaze pierced through layers of spatial and temporal illusions, shattering the illusions shrouding the ancient Rashomon and revealing the core of the Primordial Spirit.
A sacred and noble phoenix, bearing the feathers of the five virtues, appeared behind him. It had a chicken's head, a swallow's chin, and was covered in five colors. Its wings were spread, and its clear and melodious cry echoed through the void.
Lin Yi released the hilt of the Panhuang Life Sword, abandoned the sword and used his fist. He punched out, and purple energy swirled around him. Morality remained unchanged, black and white, ancient and simple!
The Five Virtues Phoenix flew towards the ancient Rashomon, its body enveloped by the phantom of a golden, exquisite pagoda, surrounded by black and white rosy clouds, accompanied by purple blessings, and rippling with holy virtue water and invisible yin virtue.
Suddenly, a strong sense of crisis surged in Yuan Qishen's heart; it was a crisis of life and death.
In his life spanning five or six thousand years, he was the first to sense that the light of his own life was about to be extinguished in the wind.
This feeling is novel, but also dangerous and terrifying.