Chapter 914 - 850: West River Slash Reveals Itself

At this moment, Han Yu’s face changed, his entire body was firmly locked by the aura.

In the next moment, thousands of bolts of lightning fell like a long waterfall, their momentum terrifying to the extreme.

Each bolt seemed to have eyes, all shooting toward Han Yu!

On the other side, just when Mu Zili took the old Taoist and Chen Xixi a hundred miles away, he suddenly stopped.

It was because the old Taoist had spoken.

"Wait!"

Almost instantly changing his posture, the old Taoist looked into the distance with a shocked expression, speechless for a long time.

Mu Zili and Chen Xixi naturally also turned to look, but they only sensed three powerful presences and an incredible force there, the specifics of which they had no knowledge of.

The old Taoist seemed to perceive something different from them and after a long silence, he sighed with a complex expression, "A nascent form of a law..."

Nascent form of a law?

This was a term that neither Mu Zili nor Chen Xixi had ever heard of.

Regarding cultivation, they were already among the top tiers, the only gap between them and the truly powerful was time.

Logically, there shouldn’t be anything in cultivation they couldn’t comprehend.

But in fact, they couldn’t comprehend even Han Yu’s cultivation, let alone this damn nascent form of a law.

Mu Zili’s face showed complexity, he glanced a few times at his old man, sighed in his heart, it seemed the old man had many things hidden.

Leaving other matters aside, just from hearing him address Jiang Xinyuan as Old Third, and combining it with Di Liuxin’s attitude towards the old Taoist, it was clear that the old Taoist not only knew the Four Extremes Hall but also had a deep relationship with them.

But before Mu Zili could voice his doubts, the old Taoist suddenly turned his head.

Mu Zili had never seen the old Taoist show such a cold expression, to the point where the old Taoist gave him a sense of pressure greater than Di Liuxin’s.

"Why?"

The old Taoist spoke in a cold voice, or it could be said that he questioned.

"Why devote oneself to the Heavenly Dao?"

The tone was ice-cold when he said this.

If he wanted to meddle in these things, he wouldn’t have walked a separate path in the first place.

If he could devote himself to the Heavenly Dao, why would he have remained silent in the Celestial Dao Sect for thousands of years, even becoming an unknown person?

Mu Zili’s expression grew complex, opening his mouth but stopping short.

Chen Xixi, on the other hand, couldn’t help but speak up, and while Mu Zili was hesitant, she could, since she was used to defying rules. She didn’t believe the old Taoist could do much besides change his expression.

"Isn’t it all to save you, you old fool..."

She kept talking non-stop, directly bringing up the matter of Di Liuxin sending Chang Gen, and then asking Han Yu for help.

"You see, if it weren’t to save you, why would we need to go ask them, you know well who my junior is."

Mu Zili had been proud since childhood, if not to save the old Taoist, he probably wouldn’t have asked for anyone’s help.

In the end, Chen Xixi’s momentum actually overwhelmed the old Taoist, his face turned from cold to gradually astonished, pointing to himself.

So, was I the one who set myself up?

The old Taoist’s momentum was broken in an instant, becoming that familiar look again, weakly speaking, "Did Jiang Xinyuan say Han Yu is with the Heavenly Dao, is that true?"

"If there’s no fourth party involved, then it should be."

Mu Zili slowly spoke.

The old Taoist sighed, waved his hand, "There’s no fourth party, it’s already chaotic enough, where’s a fourth party supposed to come from."

Mu Zili remained silent for a moment, then stared at the old Taoist, hesitated, and asked.

"What exactly is your relationship with the Celestial Dao Sect and Four Extremes Hall?"

He only knew that the old Taoist was never as simple a character as outsiders believed, but he never knew so many things were kept from them.

"Roughly just four useless senior brothers whom I bullied for a thousand years, and now that they’ve turned the tables, they want revenge."

The old Taoist sighed a long sigh, providing a concise but heavy amount of information, which Chen Xixi hadn’t fully grasped yet, but Mu Zili was already stunned.

"So, you were one of them?"

Mu Zili pointed to the sky, referring both to the sky under which the world of the Celestial Dao Sect lay, and the stature of the old Taoist.

"Used to be, not anymore."

The old Taoist shook his head, smiling wryly. Ever since he gave up the path of the Celestial Dao Sect and ventured onto his own path of cultivation, where speaking became the law, his cultivation ceased advancing; thus, he no longer counted.

"We’ll talk about it in detail later! Let’s go first!"

The old Taoist sighed again; now that he was wearing the label of being allied with the Heavenly Dao, if he didn’t hurry away, there was concern that once Di Liuxin had a chance, he’d come for him.

The more he thought about it, the more gloomy he became. How did he end up on the Heavenly Dao’s side?

He felt the urge to ditch his responsibilities and asked Mu Zili after a glance, "How about we skip out and find a place to hide?"

Mu Zili couldn’t help but laugh helplessly, then spoke with a wry smile, "You can hide, I can’t."

He valued his promises, since Han Yu dared to take the risk of helping him, he would return to the Central Continent.

"What use is it for me to hide by myself."

The old Taoist was slightly angry, if Mu Zili went, Su Xiaoxiao surely would follow, and Chen Xixi, with her chaotic nature, would definitely join in the mess.

The fact that all three of his disciples have connections with people of the Heavenly Dao meant he could no longer keep himself clean.

A group of oblivious fools, they didn’t know the terror they were meddling in.

Thinking back to that faint, long-forgotten memory, the old Taoist couldn’t help but sigh.

"Will something happen to Han Yu?"

Chen Xixi suddenly asked worriedly, immediately drawing two complex gazes.

The old Taoist and Mu Zili assumed it was this troublemaker having feelings.

Luckily, Chen Xixi’s next words brought normal expressions back to their faces.

"He still has many techniques I haven’t learned yet."

Alright then, a troublemaker is still a troublemaker.

The twin lotus was Chen Xixi’s Dharma Aspect, born from a thousand illusions, able to simply imitate other people’s techniques, but the power always remained a mystery.

It could either perfectly mimic or turn out something utterly distorted.

But it was precisely because of this Dharma Aspect that Chen Xixi always held immense curiosity towards techniques she’d never encountered.

"If Han Yu truly is one of the Heavenly Dao’s people, he probably has ways to protect himself. Although Jiang Xinyuan possesses a nascent form of rules, it doesn’t rule out that the Heavenly Dao also left him some means."

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"Nonsense, you’re really overestimating me."

One moment the Artifact Spirit was urging him not to be reckless, the next moment when there was no place to escape, it was shouting at him to stubbornly take on the opponent’s lightning.

"There’s no other choice now but to take a bold risk or wait to be struck by lightning, right?"

The Artifact Spirit exclaimed loudly.

"That thing feels fishy, how could there be a power of rules without something odd about it."

Rules?

Much like the fairness of Ping’s pills or the Artifact Spirit’s plunder?

These were powers that could not appear in the Cultivator Realm, so why could Jiang Xinyuan have them?

"And why should you have them? If you can, why can’t others."

The Artifact Spirit spoke rapidly, as lightning struck, it spoke quickly.

"The simplest and most direct way to counter rules is to use another kind of rule."

Han Yu suddenly understood, the rules he possessed, or rather, the rules the Artifact Spirit owned.

West River Slash!

As thousands of bolts of lightning engulfed him! Han Yu finally gritted his teeth and lifted his hands!

As the light swallowed him completely, Di Liuxin finally felt somewhat relived.

That wretched thing could finally die.

Di Liuxin was genuinely disgusted by Han Yu.

After using the power of rules twice, Jiang Xinyuan’s expression had a slight change.

Was it ultimately still unsuitable for him?

What he thought of at this time were the old Taoist’s words regarding the Dao and paths.

But soon he brought his thoughts back, because there was no turning back for him.

Unless he could be more ruthless than the old Taoist and completely waste himself to start anew.

He was ruthless, but couldn’t be ruthless to himself.

"Impossible!"

Suddenly, Di Liuxin let out an astonished cry, frowning tightly, snapping him back to reality.

The lightning, descending like a waterfall, seemed to be obstructed by something.

It couldn’t fully descend, and within the lightning, a silhouette gradually appeared.

Han Yu was in a sorry state, panting heavily, with his hands seemingly gripping an invisible saber, the thunderous waterfall overhead blocked outside, but the arcs of lightning around him still bombarded his body from beyond the range of the West River Slash.

At this moment, his clothes were torn and ragged, his body bore wounds constantly seeping blood.

A flash of light appeared on his hand, and the blade eclipsed by the lightning gradually took shape.

In an instant, the full form of the West River Slash appeared before outsiders for the first time.