Chapter 534
by post_apiChapter 534: Pacification
In the vast emptiness, hundreds of Qiao Mus whizzed by like a densely packed swarm of bees flying through the sky.
Each flesh clone represents over a thousand years of time.
And now, there are already hundreds of flesh clones appearing around Qiao Mu at the same time.
This means that his true self has died over a hundred times in a short time, trading more than a hundred thousand long years for the remarkable moment of so many Qiao family members appearing together.
However, at this point, Qiao Mu did not hide his face; he appeared as he always had, with all the flesh clones sharing the same face as him.
Life on Earth is just a brief moment.
In silence, Qiao Mu has quietly experienced hundreds of Long Life Dreams.
During these more than a hundred thousand long years, he certainly did not come away empty-handed.
"Spiritual Sky Piercing Battle Formation."
With a single thought from Qiao Mu, over a hundred Qiao family members became synchronized, establishing a wonderful connection: one is many, and many are one.
Li Changshi’s eyes widened slightly; this Spiritual Sky Piercing Battle Formation was originally created for seasoned warriors to establish a deep understanding of each other through their shared powers.
But when it comes to shared powers and perfect understanding, how could it compare to Qiao Mu and his flesh clones?
"I, alone, am the Qiao family."
Qiao Mu clenched his fist, and with a hundred flesh clones in front and behind him, he struck out with a punch almost at the same time.
One punch sent out meant a hundred punches came at once.
Every flesh clone was essentially a body of Qiao Mu that had just died, and the weakest among them was "Qiao Yanyan," who was already 170,000 years old.
As the hundred punch energies broke through the air, the space itself seemed to twist, with overwhelming power roaring like the ocean, causing the paths of great stars to become chaotic.
Once spirit, energy, and essence merged and could transform into one another, the martial artist’s spirit no longer felt distant; the hundred punches piercing through the void were like a hundred shooting stars crossing the sky. Even if they did not collide head-on, just brushing past made the great stars lose their paths.
The Undead Immortal Lord frowned deeply; he waved his hand in front of him, and an invisible chasm appeared, transforming a short distance into a vast expanse, pulling the powerful punches into the far depths of the void.
Yet beneath this meteor shower from all directions, the distorted void once again revealed shadows of the sky collapsing and the earth splitting.
Ultimately, his celestial body was pierced through successively by the powerful punches, and the originally peak-state celestial body was slowly worn away under the force of the punches until it was completely extinguished.
A flash of light appeared, and another Undead Immortal Lord stepped out of the void, still frowning and looking a bit confused.
"Why do it this way?" he spoke up at that moment.
"Since both you and I are immortal, our battles will have no end. I can kill you, and you can kill me, but in the end, neither of us can truly overcome the other."
"Oh," Qiao Mu replied without making a decision.
"Blood River Topping."
All the flesh clones shivered slightly, as blood and energy turned into a faint red mist, spreading among the vast battle formation made up of over a hundred Qiao family members.
Xue Changhe also felt a stir in his heart.
The Blood River Topping Skill is the Xue family’s secret technique. However, this technique is really just a way to transfer power; it’s not only for the uniquely gifted members of the Xue family. To pass on this power, the forebear and the successor must place their heads together, and the whole process takes about one hour to half a day, depending on how strong the power is.
Whether it is the Spiritual Sky Piercing Battle Formation or the Blood River Topping Skill, by the time of Qiao Mu’s era, a hundred thousand years later, they have both changed greatly, becoming joint attack methods used by Qiao Mu and his flesh clones.
At this moment, Qiao Mu clenched his fists. In the thick fog of blood surrounding him, hundreds of flesh clones also took a deep breath, closed their fists, and launched their attacks.
"Long Life Fist, Wave of a Hundred Layers."
The individual limit of Long Life Fist Stacking Wave Strength is Fivefold Wave. Qiao Mu had reached this level many years ago, but now he had over a hundred physical bodies.
Each flesh clone had accumulated over 170,000 years of power, having become strong enough to rival the perfect True Immortal.
In the blink of an eye, the hundreds of fist waves launched from different flesh clones overlapped like waves, forming a raging sea.
The Undead Immortal Lord, however, stopped his movements, no longer trying to block or dodge, and instead opened his arms, waiting in place.
To him, death was merely a dream. His heart was as strong as iron; not even thousands or millions of years could change it. So, what difference did it make whether he won or lost?
He opened his arms and murmured:
"If you kill me again, what use is it? In a few days, I will return once more, and even if you have a hundred thousand or a million years of power, you will ultimately be powerless." The Undead Immortal Lord’s face showed a hint of sadness.
"Even now, you still do not know what you are fighting against…"
"Why don’t you take a guess? After the heavenly realm shattered, many True Immortals chose the path of blood sacrifice to grow stronger. Do they really believe that as long as they become stronger, they can avoid the Great Collapse?"
"Every consequence has a cause… This method of blood sacrifice certainly has its origins."
The blood mist and the power of the punch swirled together, seeming to drown the endless starry sky before me and also to silence the unfinished words of the Undead Immortal Lord.
When this blood mist dissipated, the power of the punch also faded away.
In this void, there was no longer any sign of the Undead Immortal Lord, nor did a new Undead Immortal Lord step out from the void.
After a brief moment of calm, Qiao Mu, holding the Human Emperor Sword, landed back on the ground, and behind him, a hundred flesh clones did the same.
"The Undead Immortal Lord is dead, for now."
There was not much joy in Qiao Mu’s expression because the battle was not yet over.
Moreover, his goal is not to defeat the Undead Immortal Lord, but to bring this chaotic world back to its original path.
Without one Undead Immortal Lord, there are still other True Immortals, and after the True Immortals, there is still the Great Collapse that sweeps through all realms.
Yet even at this moment, Qiao Mu, with over a hundred flesh clones capable of competing with True Immortals around him, still feels lost as he looks around with his sword drawn.
The Great Collapse is the end of all realms; it is not a specific enemy.
He can punch and defeat True Immortals, defeating the Undead Immortal Lord many times, but no matter how strong his punches are, how can he fight against the Great Collapse?
The path of a martial artist does not comprehend the ways of heaven and earth; all martial arts techniques are aimed at pursuing greater strength. Now, even True Immortals die at his hands, and he has pushed the Undead Immortal Lord back, temporarily preventing its revival…
If True Immortal Yanshen walked the path of blood sacrifice for survival,
Then why would a True Immortal like the Undead Immortal Lord, who possesses immortality like him, choose to walk such a path?
Is it that the power of immortality does not count before the Great Collapse, so he must seek survival like other True Immortals?
Qiao Mu did not have a clear answer in his heart.
"First, let’s set a small goal and defeat all the True Immortals that are causing chaos in the world." Qiao Mu lowered his eyelids.
In an instant.
One hundred flesh clones in front and behind him raced across the land of Jiu Province like shooting stars, disappearing in the blink of an eye.
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Zhong Province.
Immortal Lord Qingxuan sat cross-legged on a small hill in the Imperial Capital, looking pale.
The True Immortal’s body was not fatally injured; even if he was ambushed by the Undead Immortal Lord, he could not be instantly killed, at most, his immortal body would be damaged.
Remembering the battle he secretly observed before, even Immortal Lord Qingxuan felt uneasy.
The last time he saw the Undead Immortal Lord, the Undead Immortal Lord was not his opponent; but this time it was completely different, he had become a frightened dog, driven back by a single strike from the Undead Immortal Lord.
If he had not left in time, continuing to fight the Undead Immortal Lord would have meant death was only a matter of time.
"The power of immortality is truly difficult to handle," Immortal Lord Qingxuan said, his face pale and his eyebrows tightly knit.
"This should have been a realm only the Master Dao could enter; who knew that two would suddenly appear…"
Immortal Lord Qingxuan secretly observed the battle, and although he had considered taking the chance to launch a surprise attack, he quickly abandoned that thought.
Even if a surprise attack succeeded, he could only kill them once, and then an even stronger enemy would come.
How can we fight this? Use our heads?
So he ran away directly.
"This Zhong Province Imperial Capital is not an ordinary place; the population is large, and though there are not many strong warriors, their numbers make up for it," Immortal Lord Qingxuan looked down at the Imperial Capital below.
"After the blood sacrifice consumes the entire city, my immortal body should be able to recover to eighty percent… Although I cannot compete with the Undead Immortal Lord, I can still leave this world that is about to be destroyed and escape far away."
Immortal Lord Qingxuan had just started to think.
Suddenly, shadows like shooting stars streaked across the sky, soaring over the land.
Each shadow’s presence made Immortal Lord Qingxuan’s injured body shiver and reminded him of the person he had just fought against, the Undead Immortal Lord…
Boom!
With a loud crash, a descending True Immortal had just appeared in Zhong Province, but under the attack of several Qiao Mus, the immortal body was repeatedly pierced by the shadows of fists, weakening at a visible speed until both body and spirit perished.
A hundred flesh clones powerful enough to rival True Immortal; not just in the human world, but across all realms, this was an unimaginable force.
Not to mention they were all the same person.
In Immortal Lord Qingxuan’s sense of consciousness.
Wherever the Qiao family members went, it was like a storm passing through. Any True Immortal who did not retreat was swept up in this whirlwind, their immortal bodies quickly weakening until they completely vanished.
And this hurricane sweeping through the world… had already reached his head.
When he opened his eyes again, he found that another Qiao Mu had appeared, with the Human Emperor Sword at his waist; it was the real Qiao Mu.
"Do you have any last words?" Qiao Mu slowly drew the Human Emperor Sword, holding it in his hand.
Immortal Lord Qingxuan’s eyes twitched slightly.
"The power of immortality is truly troublesome." At first, he thought about struggling to the end, but in the end, he felt hopeless.
Fighting wasn’t an option, but neither was not fighting.
Killing wasn’t an option either, and if he truly killed him, there would just be an older, more powerful Qiao Mu returning, endlessly.
How could he possibly resist this?
"Being immortal is truly amazing." The Immortal Lord Qingxuan laughed angrily.
"Isn’t it just because of that Long Life Lock? Do you really think you are a holy person saving the world?"
"If you were to lose the Long Life Lock and the power of immortality, you would be just one of the struggling beings before a great disaster, no different from us. You are only relying on the fact that you cannot die, so stop pretending to be a saint in front of me!"
Qiao Mu listened quietly as he spoke, showing no emotion on his face. He simply picked up the Human Emperor Sword and slowly walked toward Immortal Lord Qingxuan.
"I have heard these words countless times, don’t you find them tiresome?"
The Human Emperor Sword slashed diagonally, cutting Immortal Lord Qingxuan in two.
Immortal Lord Qingxuan’s celestial body quickly healed, but it became slightly dimmer, and his strength weakened.
Qiao Mu held the Human Emperor Sword and struck again and again, piercing through Immortal Lord Qingxuan’s body.
"So, a True Immortal like you, when facing the choice of life and death after losing immortality, will reveal your true self."
A heavy, mountain-like dark yellow light flowed around the Human Emperor Sword. With each strike from Qiao Mu, it completely defeated Immortal Lord Qingxuan.
The same thing happened in other places throughout Jiu Province.
At first, some True Immortals did not believe it, but after killing one or two of Qiao Mu’s flesh clones and seeing more members of the Qiao family arrive, they realized how terrifying Qiao Mu was.
Many True Immortals died, while the remaining True Immortals naturally fled, escaping from this world as quickly as possible.
The chaos caused by the returning True Immortal was swiftly brought under control by Qiao Mu alone, just as quickly as a disaster strikes.
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In Zhong Province, beside the ruins of Great Qin City.
Mortal martial artists sat on the ground, looking at the hundred Qiao Mus who had returned.
"The chaos in the mortal world is over," the real Qiao Mu, who wore the Human Emperor Sword, declared solemnly.
"But this disaster is not over yet."
The appearance of the True Immortal is just before the Great Collapse, gathering the lives of beings from all realms to strengthen itself as much as possible.
But without the chaos caused by the True Immortal, these mortal beings would still face death.
"Hai Wuya’s martial way is the human way. The day the human way flourishes is the day the ‘Human Path Sutra’ is complete." Qiao Mu’s gaze fell on Hai Siyuan in the crowd, and he spoke deeply.
"The ‘Human Path Sutra’ is already complete; it has come together."
After many years, Qiao Mu mentioned Hai Wuya’s name again.
It was not that he had forgotten Hai Wuya, but his later identity should not recognize the long-dead Hai Wuya; all old friends and familiar faces are strangers to the later elders of the Qiao family.
But now, he no longer needs to hold back.
Hai Siyuan’s lips trembled slightly; he wanted to speak but didn’t know what to say.
According to reason, the Qiao Mu before us is not only an elder of the Qiao family but also a comrade who fought alongside them in the past in the Hundred-mile Desert, not a stranger to the Qiao family.
However, the words linger on the tip of their tongues, unable to be spoken, like suddenly encountering an old friend who has changed greatly after many years, leaving them unsure of where to begin.
At this moment, Qiao Mu is surrounded by a crowd, yet it is quiet around him, just as Hai Siyuan had imagined.
The members of the Qiao family are all one person, Qiao Mu… This is a truth that overturns their understanding, leaving them struggling to come to terms with it.
"A bunch of thoughtless old fools." The Earth Sword Immortal lightly coughed, stepping through the crowd to stand directly in front of Qiao Mu.
Then, in front of everyone’s gaze, he clasped his hands together and passionately exclaimed to Qiao Mu:
"Brother!"
A wooden sword at the waist of the Earth Sword Immortal trembled slightly. Tears filled the eyes of the Earth Sword Immortal:
"After more than fifty years, the Iron Bodhi is still here!"