Becoming a Sage Starts From Condensing the Essence of Time

Chapter 159: Grasping Green Mountain and the Sword Qi, Emperor Yuan Meng Wants to Point the Bow at the Sacred Teacher (3)

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“It’s like a painter who can paint a new world.” Li You’an muttered. The sourcᴇ of thɪs content ɪs ɴovelꜰɪre.ɴet

So this was the fated person that the Sacred Teacher was talking about. But even if he controlled the Future Sword Qi, how could he change this cruel future?

At the same time.

When the weather changed drastically, the entire world seemed to have vaguely sensed it.

In Lin’an’s residence.

In the Heavenly Profound Palace.

The figure sitting on the Emperor’s throne slowly opened his eyes. A majestic aura spread out. Although there was a trace of twilight lingering, it was still brilliant.

Eunuch Tong, who was standing beside him, also looked over in disbelief. He looked at the changing sky in the distance and was shocked.

What… was that?!

The figure sitting on the Emperor’s throne slowly stood up and took three steps forward, his eyes shining.

“That’s the sword qi left behind by the Sacred Teacher in the human world.”

“Someone has grasped this sword qi.”

Imperial Ancestral Temple.

Zhao Huangting, who had just returned to the Imperial Ancestral Temple, sat on the rocking chair with his eyes closed. The rocking chair creaked, and wisps of twilight aura intertwined on his face and body.

Suddenly, he opened his eyes and stood up from the rocking chair. He supported himself with the bamboo cane and walked to the window. He raised his eyes and looked at the changes in the weather in the distance and the sword qi that soared into the sky. An unknown emotion surfaced in his eyes.

Behind him were many memorial tablets on the Imperial Ancestral Temple.

The old back stood in front of the memorial tablet, illuminating the waning lights. It was incompatible with the dream-like prosperity of Lin’an Prefecture.

In the Literary Department.

The three Headmasters left the cottage and crossed the Heart Questioning Forest on a breeze, appearing in front of the monument hut.

On the Literary Monument, righteousness surged, but it did not burst forth.

The three Headmasters looked at each other and looked at the endless cold mountains. When they saw the phenomenon at the cold mountains, their Primordial Spirits trembled slightly. “The sword qi left behind by the Sacred Teacher.” “Who can actually control this sword qi?”

Martial Temple.

On the thick chain beside the Martial Chief Stone.

Martial Chief Di Cang, who was wearing a bronze mask and had disheveled hair, sat upright on it. Accompanied by the Martial Chief Stone beside him, he looked into the distance and saw the Zhao Ancestor’s Dragon Slaying Saber placed horizontally on his knee, rubbing it gently.

At this moment.

The entire world seemed to tremble slightly.

On the Central Plains’ Dragon Tiger Mountain, Daoists from True Martial Shrine and Celestial Master Residence opened their eyes.

There were Holy Monks chanting Buddhist chants in the three Buddhist Sects, Lanke Temple, Sensory Temple, and Lotus Flower Temple.

In the Skeleton Temple built from the bones of ten thousand people in West Liang, Qi Blood was surging. A father and son added another skeleton to the Skeleton Temple and looked south with a grin.

In Dali, in a quiet courtyard, the elegant Imperial Preceptor sat in a wheelchair. Starlight filled his body as he deduced with his fingers and frowned.

North of the Blue Wave River.

In the vast territory, in the former ancient capital of the Central Plains’ lost dynasty, a majestic Imperial City rose from the ground. A majestic aura spread out from the Imperial City and covered the entire dragon vein of the Central Plains, making it difficult for the dragon vein to surge.

Then, there was a majestic suction force that absorbed the dragon vein aura and continuously gathered in the dynasty, gathering in a dazzling palace.

In the Imperial City, in the palace.

A burly man in a golden robe and golden boots slowly opened his eyes. His eyes seemed to have opened the sky and crossed the mountains, rivers, and heaven to see the mutated phenomenon.

He also felt the surging momentum. It was as if there was an undetectable change at this moment.

The man slowly stood up. His majestic aura surged with his movements, and every move seemed to affect the power of the world.

“The sword qi left behind by the Sacred Teacher in the mortal world?”

“The person who controls this sword qi can stir the heavens and make the future even more unpredictable?”

“When the world falls into my hands, it will be time for me to point my bow at the Sacred Teacher!”

The rainstorm that filled the sky was torn apart.

It was as if there was a door with immortal qi curling up. It tore through the dusk clouds and appeared. Immortal music curled up and multicolored light shone.

The sky was vast and bottomless, and the sun and moon shone on the gold and silver platform.

There seemed to be an Immortal Palace Jade Hall behind the door. There were five cities and twelve buildings, and figures were everywhere.

Swish! Swish! Swish! Swish!

At the same time, on the mortal world, qi surged from the six mountains.

After pouring into the clouds, the door that was filled with immortal qi slowly closed. The dream-like world also disappeared in the human world.

After the six auras dissipated, in the rain, six figures crossed over.

An old man rode a crane over and lay on the back of the crane with a smile. Invisible runes intertwined around him, looking extremely mysterious.

One of them had an ethereal figure that was formed by his mental power. He was indistinct and wore a long-sleeved and wide robe. He looked sage-like and was filled with the fragrance of all kinds of food, as if he was bathing in the mortal world.

One after another, their figures were blurry.

At the last point, a clear figure appeared.

The Sixth Mountain Lord carried the pine sword case on his back coolly. He crossed his arms in front of his chest and rode a sword beam.

They floated outside the Pine Helping Mountain and in front of the cliff.

Li You’an stood under the pine tree and looked at the six people rushing over.

The expression on his face had long been concealed.

Smiling, Li You’an cupped his fists and bowed. “Li You’an greets the six Mountain Lords.’

The six of them nodded slightly and returned the greeting.

“The Future Sword Qi left behind by Teacher is unfathomable. It’s difficult for us to spy on it. Teacher said to wait for the fated person. Now, it seems that the fated person has appeared.”

Among the six Mountain Lords, a blurry figure spoke.

“However, what I’m curious about is what the basis of the fated person is? I once divined that it’s impossible for there to be a person who controls the Future Sword Qi in this world. Because it doesn’t make sense and violates the rules of heaven and earth, how can this young man control it? Unless he has seen the future… But that’s impossible.”

The old man riding the crane narrowed his eyes.

The Sixth Mountain Lord crossed his arms and looked coolly at the youth sitting quietly in front of the cliff. The corners of his mouth curled up coldly. “As expected of the youth I value.”

After muttering for a moment, the six of them looked at each other and chuckled. Their gazes landed on the young man sitting in front of the cliff.

In the precipice.

The Primordial Spirit that had originally turned into ink returned to the appearance of An Le’s Primordial Spirit.

However, this time, An Le saw the surging Future Sword Qi. The sword qi was black and was held in his hand, constantly surging.

An Le was also in a daze. He had naturally seen the changing paintings just now.

Was that a vision of the future?

Or could it be that the parallel universe in his mind was somewhat similar to the manifestation of a dynasty? Was that the scene of time, where time overlapped with the future?

Therefore, he thought that he had seen the future, so he captured this sword qi that only existed in the future.

The Future Sword Qi was very heavy, and An Le felt that his Primordial Spirit was about to lose its grip.

He did not stay long in the precipice.

With this wisp of Future Sword Qi, An Le walked out of the cliff step by step.

The surface of the cliff rippled like water, just like when he was observing the scenes of time. When the ripples dissipated,

An Le’s Primordial Spirit jumped back into the Pine Helping Mountain.

The Niwan Palace Sword Furnace between his eyebrows clanged as wisps of mental power sword qi wrapped out.

As soon as he left the cliff, An Le felt the Future Sword Qi struggling even harder as if it was about to jump into the world and disappear without a trace.

In the distance, Li You’an and the six Mountain Lords floating in front of the mountain looked at An Le’s Primordial Spirit.

They could not see the black Future Sword Qi captured by An Le’s Primordial Spirit, just like how they could not see the future, but they could sense the struggling power.

The six Mountain Lords and Li You’an were very curious as to how An Le would control this wisp of Future Sword Qi.

If he could not suppress this sword qi and let it enter the mortal world, that also meant that he had failed to take charge.

An Le could indeed feel the sword qi struggling. Its strength was getting stronger and stronger, and he could vaguely feel that his mental power was about to lose control. It was as if it was about to break free and fuse with the world, disappearing without a trace.

However, An Le had already thought of this. With a thought, the world was suddenly filled with mental power threads that connected to control the bamboo sword, Green Mountain.

The bamboo sword, Green Mountain, immediately turned into a sword light and swept over, suddenly slashing at the sword Qi in An Le’s hand which was struggling like a flood dragon python.

Green Mountain collided with the sword qi. In an instant, it was as if a majestic Green Mountain had appeared… After the sword qi collided with the mountain, it was absorbed into Green Mountain bit by bit.

When the last wisp of sword qi disappeared, a clear sword cry suddenly sounded from Green Mountain.

The Primordial Spirit darted back into the Sword Furnace between his brows.

An Le, who was sitting cross-legged, suddenly opened his eyes. His white clothes fluttered, and a breeze surged. His wide sleeves fluttered.

He reached out and grabbed the hilt of Green Mountain.

He also grabbed the ethereal sword qi..