Chapter 953 - 889: Manifestation of the Sage

It came from the already descending Celestial River, striking beside the old Daoist, an inexplicable spatial distortion frightened him into a stupor, and in the next moment, his expression dramatically changed with shock.

He took action!

The old Daoist was absolutely certain, because he was convinced that Wuxian, that worthless man, could never do such things.

It could only be Him who intervened.

The old Daoist smiled bitterly, but his hands never let go, "Are you... are you here?"

But after he spoke, apart from the surging river, no other sound came from the Celestial River.

Just when the old Daoist thought it was an illusion, suddenly, the entire Celestial River poured down like a broken dam, and the Artifact Spirit beside him looked extremely grim, the Celestial River had truly descended!

The old Daoist also looked grim; He truly intervened.

Or rather, He didn’t need to intervene personally; just a slight interference could make all of this happen.

This vast river was just like the one he had once seen in the small world, with massive tributaries circling around the stone platform, suspended in the sky; at this moment, the surrounding Tribulation Thunder suddenly surged in.

Unfortunately, no matter how mighty the thunder, it was like stones sinking into the sea without the slightest ripple as it dispersed invisibly in the Celestial River.

The Artifact Spirit gazed up stupidly until a roar suddenly erupted from the Celestial River, bringing it back to its senses completely.

A spray of water splashed, and the Artifact Spirit bore the brunt, being directly knocked back, its Spirit Body even floating erratically.

It dared not linger, quickly diving away from the Celestial River region.

As for the old Daoist, he too stood in a daze, without moving.

Because a finger appeared in the Celestial River, a colossal finger.

The old Daoist’s back was already drenched in cold sweat as he looked at that finger.

No reason was needed; the aura it emitted was enough to make his hands and feet cold.

With almost no words, the finger pointed silently at the old Daoist.

The old Daoist’s face was full of bitterness; it seemed to be coming for him.

This scene was just like thousands of years ago, back when his talents were unparalleled, but after an expedition to the Central Continent, there were changes in his Mental Realm.

He faced Him the same way, expressing his desire to cultivate a path where words follow the law.

He offered no response, simply casting him down to the lower layers of the small world, leaving the old Daoist to his own fate.

The scene before him was eerily familiar, once again facing each other in silence.

Di Liuxin, upon seeing the finger, displayed delight on his face as he eagerly spoke, "Teacher, the Fifth Brother colluded with the Heavenly Dao!"

A large bucket of dirty water was being splashed onto the old Daoist.

The old Daoist’s face changed, but he did not intend to argue, instead looking at Di Liuxin as if he were a fool.

"Fourth Brother, you still never learn."

In His presence, who could truly hide anything?

Just like back then when he met the Wise Old Man, didn’t He know as well?

Suddenly, a thunderbolt that had appeared earlier gathered again, exploding like the sound of heaven and earth in the Celestial River.

"For thousands of years, I have given you enough time. Follow My Path, and discard the cultivation of words following the law. If you do not follow My Path, abandon your cultivation."

The voice was incomparably cold, directly presenting two choices.

These words caused the expressions of the people below to vary.

Di Liuxin and the others’ faces were filled with a complex look, feeling that this punishment was still too lenient; either choice didn’t seem like a loss for the old Daoist.

In the event of discarding the cultivation of words following the law, this bastard might climb over their heads again within a thousand years.

Even if, in the old Daoist’s confusion, he chose the second option, it would only strip him of his cultivation, sparing his life.

Unfair!

The people sighed inwardly a bit, feeling the difference in treatment was too drastic.

Only the old Daoist’s heart was bitter; this was not the mercy of the other party, He just wanted him to endure despair on the path of cultivation.

Others may have only defied His ideas, but he defied His Dao; refusing His Dao was a punishment with no greater despair.

"Regarding the path of cultivation, I also adhere to that belief."

A trace of determination slowly appeared on the young, handsome face of the old Daoist.

"So, even after thousands of years, is your choice still to be bewitched by the Heavenly Dao? Choosing defiance?"

The voice was exceptionally cold.

"This is not defiance; the teacher’s Dao is ultimately not my Dao."

One may walk alone, but two will contend.

No one knew the old Daoist’s brilliance back then, so no one could understand his choice.

"I choose the second one!"

The instant the old Daoist finished speaking, Di Liuxin and the other three simultaneously looked at him with complex expressions.

Confusion, surprise, and even schadenfreude.

"Foolish."

Di Liuxin already mocked, and although the two beside him remained silent, their eyes conveyed the same meaning.

What’s the point of cultivation if you don’t even have cultivation anymore?

The finger moved slightly, the lightning flashed once more, but this time it did not fall beside the old Daoist but struck him directly.

In an instant, the old Daoist’s body trembled violently, his entire spiritual power continuously boiling, his whole being like it was boiling, constantly emitting white mist, and in the next moment, his appearance rapidly aged back to its original state.

Meanwhile, he could no longer maintain the posture of Flying and instantly fell.

The finger seemed not to have finished, once again casually unleashing a thunderbolt, this time targeting the Artifact Spirit and scaring it so much that it immediately imitated Han Yu’s past posture, slashing horizontally with a blade.

Upon clashing with the West River Slash, the lightning penetrated the blade, directly hitting the Artifact Spirit, and an arcane power merged into its Spirit Body, almost causing it to collapse.

"So, you are not part of the Heavenly Dao!"

The voice was icy, first with a tinge of regret, then seeming full of disdain for the means of the Heavenly Dao, and again looking down upon such beings as the Artifact Spirit.

Since it was not part of the Heavenly Dao, it didn’t deserve His attention.

The finger abruptly pointed towards the small Daoist realm again!

The small Daoist realm immediately exploded, Han Yu’s dark body, struck by lightning, had its aura instantly wither, and even its momentum was almost completely suppressed, showing genuine signs of a corporeal collapse.

Bloodlines continually emerged, seemingly about to shatter into countless pieces in the next moment.

Both the person and the spirit fell onto the stone platform simultaneously, in a wretched state.

Han Yu still grit his teeth, enduring the power within him, astonished that the opponent’s casual means nearly caused his demise.

And this power clearly resembled Jiang Xinyuan’s.

No, it should be said that Jiang Xinyuan’s power was obtained from Him.

"So the Heavenly Dao’s puppet is just a pile of scrap metal-like body?"

The voice was equally disappointed.

If He intervened, naturally, He intended to settle the situation altogether.

Hence, that colossal finger lifted again, already prepared to strike once more.

The old Daoist perhaps could survive, but the methods of the Heavenly Dao, he no longer had the mind to watch.

Han Yu never expected that by just stirring things up, he would actually draw out such a figure.

Typically, such figures should appear at the very end, shouldn’t they?

Yet, here it was already... a finger?

Afterward, his heart silently cursed the ancestor of the first hall extensively, complaining that he never mentioned such a situation, thinking he might as well have gone to disrupt the Yama Hall.

But upon realizing if that side also summoned out another entity of this sort, there seemed to be no difference.

"Darn Heavenly Dao, you actually make me face such a being alone."

Han Yu’s face displayed sorrow, helplessly chuckling bitterly.

The Artifact Spirit, terrified, had already fled back into the Sea of Consciousness, feeling secure there even in death.

Upon entering the Sea of Consciousness, seeing the Ping, it couldn’t help but rush up and vigorously shake it, "Think of something quick! Aren’t you an item of the Heavenly Dao? Hurry and reveal your sanctity and save the scene."

Yet the Ping never revealed its sanctity!

But the Wise Old Man did, as the finger was about to act, the Wise Old Man’s voice suddenly came out from the void...