Chapter 1475: Justice Sword Cuts Fearlessly, Thirty Years to Invite the No Moon Immortal

In Gui Zhe Sheng Shan, at the waist of the back mountain, lay Da Yan Dong Tian.

As time flowed and seasons turned, the wind and snow from Sheng Shan swept into the vast bamboo forests, transforming into a gentle spring breeze.

Amid the rustling sounds, the layers of Tian Ji Da Zhen in this place dissolved one by one, vanishing at the central point.

A sharp crack echoed.

From the cracked earth at the center, a flawless jade-white hand emerged.

The hand's fingers were slender and perfectly proportioned, like the most exquisite sculpture in the world, devoid of veins or pores, yet faintly pulsing with Tian Ji runes and vibrant life force.

Layer upon layer, the changes of Da Yan Dong Tian were rapidly absorbed into this jade hand.

Soon, it moved again.

With a tearing sound, the hand pressed against the ground and pulled with force, bringing forth the upper body of a strikingly handsome man with impeccable facial features.

His black hair cascaded like a waterfall, smooth and soft, while the lines of his neck, chest, and abdomen were flawlessly sculpted, gleaming with the luster of fine jade.

Emerging from the ground, he seemed unable to tolerate the light at first, turning his head and squinting before gradually adapting.

"Blinking, thirty years pass, and the mortal world completes a cycle..."

After a moment of daze, the man fully extracted himself from the soil, standing naked with the heavens and earth as his only garment.

With his first step, all things in Da Yan Dong Tian withered away, and the spiritual energy converged, forming a simple, lightweight white robe on his body.

With his second step, the protective array of Gui Zhe Sheng Shan remained undisturbed, while three beams of sacred light descended from the sky, merging into his body.

At the same time, elsewhere, Dao Qiong Cang, who was being escorted by three gold-robed figures from Shen Pan Si toward Si Hai for punishment, suddenly collapsed as if his soul had departed.

The gold-robed figures froze. The one holding the sword shouted loudly,

"Come here!"

No chaos erupted from behind, nor did a crowd appear—only a figure in white approached at an unhurried pace.

The sword-bearing gold-robed figure's brow furrowed in anger,

"Hurry up!"

"Check on Dao Qiong Cang. Is he faking death?"

"Wait..." The gold-robed figure holding the seal narrowed his eyes, gazing at the white-clad figure with a sense of unease.

It was normal to see someone in white on Sheng Shan.

What wasn't normal was how slowly this person walked, as if oblivious to Shen Pan Si's orders.

"Stop!"

The seal-holding gold-robed figure barked sharply.

Seeing the white-clad figure halt, he breathed a sigh of relief.

In the next instant, the figure was upon them, stepping directly in front of the three, his cascading black hair flying high.

At that moment,

The blurred face solidified.

"You're... Dao Qiong Cang?!"

The sword-bearing gold-robed figure jumped in fright.

This fair face was unmistakably that of the fallen Dao Qiong Cang.

Except now, all his treasures and jewels were gone; aside from the modest white robe barely covering him, even his belt was missing, making him so plain that he was almost unrecognizable.

The decree-holding gold-robed figure pulled his companions back, retreating in panic while feigning sternness,

"Dao Qiong Cang, what are you doing!"

"We come from the Tian Ti, representing heavenly mandate. You've already confessed your sins—how dare you play tricks here?"

Dao Qiong Cang's gaze shifted from his body on the ground.

The corpse of his semi-saint avatar, which had sat as the lord of Sheng Huan Dian for over thirty years without ever being attacked, now disintegrated into specks of starlight, merging back into his true self.

"Dao Qiong Cang!"

The decree-holding gold-robed figure's fingers trembled, and his companions stood on edge, their faces pale.

Dao Qiong Cang's eyes turned to the decree.

Then upward, to the one who had proclaimed his thirty-six sins.

"Dao Qiong Cang, how dare you defy your superiors?!"

The decree-holder roared in desperation.

In the rocky passage before Si Hai, Dao Qiong Cang remained silent, his pupils slightly contracting.

Thud!

The decree hit the ground.

The decree-holder's headless body followed, collapsing heavily and lifeless.

The seal-holding gold-robed figure let out a shrill scream, "Help! Someone help! Xuan Ji Dian Zhu! Dao Xuan..."

He couldn't call for anyone.

Instead, he drew the attention of the disheveled, white-robed Dao Qiong Cang.

The seal-holder's scalp tingled as he raised the seal high, shouting,

"This seal embodies the will of the five great Sheng Di families—you..."

Dao Qiong Cang closed his eyes.

The seal-holder's headless body crumpled to the ground.

The two gold-robed figures quickly dissolved into specks of starlight, scattering into Si Hai without a trace.

Clang.

The golden sword of justice fell to the ground, trembling as it rang out, "I... I..."

"Pick it up."

At the sword-holder's words, his legs buckled, and he bent down to retrieve the sword of justice. As he tried to look up,

Thud!

His head slammed into the ground, blood splattering everywhere.

The tremendous force nearly flipped his lower body, but an invisible power forced him back down.

He knelt there, gripping the sword of justice, prostrating before a pair of crystalline jade feet.

"Dao Qiong Cang!!!"

The sword-holder finally screamed in agony,

"Even if you kill me, I won't submit! You have thirty-six sins and deserve to fall into Si Hai!"

"Today, even if I die, tomorrow another like me will descend from Tian Ti to judge you."

"If he dies too, the next day there will be a third, a fourth, and endless more!"

"Dao Qiong Cang, your sins are unforgivable!"

His piercing howls echoed only within the passage, looping around without drawing any outside attention.

The kneeling gold-robed figure's body began to tremble.

He struggled to lift his head, but at most, through his desperately upturned eyes, he caught a glimpse of the shimmering light from the toes of the figure before him.

"Dao Qiong Cang, what are you trying to do!"

The wait was unbearable, the unknown even more terrifying.

After speaking, the only response was a deathly silence, like centuries of stillness.

His teeth chattered as his tone softened,

"Dao Qiong Cang, spare me. Go into Si Hai yourself."

"Today, I can pretend I saw nothing, that my companions didn't die by your hand."

"When I return to Tian Ti, I won't report this. Once your thirty-six sins are atoned, you can leave Si Hai and return to Sheng Shan's halls. What do you say?"

The response was still only silence.

In his daze, the gold-robed figure seemed to hear a faint laugh, driving him mad as he roared with bloodshot eyes,

"Dao Qiong Cang!"

"You sinner, do your worst—kill me or torture me!"

"As a judge wielding the sword of justice, how could I fear you?"

No sooner had he spoken than he realized his right hand had raised the sword of justice, while his left hand had somehow reached into his mouth.

"Dao Xiong Hang..."

He felt bewildered.

Because his left hand was pulling his tongue out, stretching it far beyond his lips.

In his kneeling position, the movements were already painful.

Yet his right hand didn't stop, unyieldingly bringing the sword to the extended tongue.

"Dao Xiong Hang?"

"Dao Xiong Hang!"

"Don't... don't... Dao Xiong Hang! Dao... ah!!!"

The golden sword of justice sliced down, and blood sprayed as he severed his own tongue.

"Ahhh..."

In agony, he writhed on the ground, only to find he could move again.

Covered in blood, tears and snot streaming down his face, he hastily retreated, clutching the sword before him.

When he noticed his left hand still held a bloody tongue, he screamed and threw it forward.

"Dao Qiong Cang, are you asking for death?!"

This clear utterance startled even him.

His tongue... had grown back?

He looked at the white-robed Dao Qiong Cang and saw his fingers twitch slightly, as if infusing him with endless vitality.

Da Bi You Shu?

"What... what are you trying to do?"

The gold-robed figure was stunned, until he felt his left hand sneak back into his mouth, pulling out his tongue again, while his right hand raised the sword...

"No!!!"

In that moment, terror filled his face as he wept.

Ssch!

He cut off his tongue once more.

"Dao Qiong Cang! You'll die for this! You'll die!"

But his tongue grew back again?!

Before he could react, his left hand roughly clawed at his face, dislodging teeth and yanking out his tongue.

The sword in his right hand came down heavily.

"Dao Qiong Cang!"

"Dao Qiong Cang, Dao Qiong Cang, don't..."

"I'm sorry, Dao Dian Zhu..."

"Dao Dian Zhu, spare me!!!"

After heaping up over a hundred bloody tongues before him, as he shouted "Dao Dian Zhu," the gold-robed figure realized his hands had finally stopped.

His lower face was a mangled hole, teeth driven into the bone, yet his tongue remained intact as ever.

He collapsed weakly, feeling a sense of relief, suppressing the resentment in his eyes as he knelt subserviently,

"Dao Dian Zhu, I was wrong."

"You're magnanimous—please spare me!"

"Everything that happened today, I never saw or experienced. I swear I won't betray you!"

Silence surrounded him, broken only by his heavy breathing.

He knelt there in fear, watching the pool of blood and tongues slowly flow toward Si Hai.

Just as he thought it might end and offer a chance, a voice devoid of emotion came from before him,

"I hear no reverence."

The gold-robed figure froze.

That phrase sounded familiar?

In the next breath, he jolted upright as his left hand plunged into his skull, pulling out his tongue, and his right hand raised the sword high.

"Dao Dian Zhu, spare me, spare me..."

"Dao Dian Zhu!!"

"I'm sorry, Dao Dian Zhu, I shouldn't have said that earlier. I'm not human, I'm guilty..."

"I was wrong! I'm nothing but a wretch, lower than pigs or dogs. Please, just this once, I promise I won't do it again..."

"Dao Qiong Cang! Even as a ghost, I won't let you..."

"Ahaha, ha ha ha, I can't even become a ghost, that's right! Right! Ha ha... no, don't! I'm sorry, I'm sorry, don't, don't, don't..."

The disheveled, white-robed Dao Qiong Cang walked into Si Hai without a word.

In the passage behind, a separate Tian Ji world had been created, leaving only the shadow of a gold-robed figure.

It knelt on the decree, banging its head against the seal and slicing its tongue with the sword.

Sometimes repenting, sometimes raving, sometimes cursing, sometimes apologizing...

This Tian Ji world existed independently; it would not vanish unless the caster died, and its contents would remain hidden from the outside.

Of course, there was one possibility: if Xuan Ji Dian Zhu came to Si Hai and used Tian Ji techniques to trace it, it might be discovered.

But in over thirty years of rule, Dao Qiong Cang had only come to Si Hai twice himself—let alone the lofty Xuan Ji Dian Zhu?

The first time was recently, when he came to persuade Gou Wu Yue, offering a semi-saint status, but failed.

This second time was certainly not for mere judges.

At the bottom of Si Hai, in this desolate place, Gou Wu Yue, with one arm, also wore white robes soaked in the sea, a character for "prisoner" marked on his chest.

Gou Wu Yue had been standing there for a long time.

Ever since Dao Qiong Cang's last visit, he had been cut off from the outside world and all information.

Some thought he had achieved semi-saint status and left.

Others believed he had been secretly killed.

Only Gou Wu Yue knew he was here, cultivating and waiting for their next meeting.

When faint water sounds approached from afar, Gou Wu Yue turned and saw a man with disheveled long hair, wearing only a simple robe, his expression stern.

For a moment, he was lost in thought...

This plain appearance of his was last seen before the Ten Zun Seats.

After the Ten Zun Seats, Dao Qiong Cang became Dao Dian Zhu, and that version of him vanished.

"Your true self?" Gou Wu Yue asked, slightly surprised.

"I only have three semi-saint avatars left—one sat as the lord and was captured, another was out maneuvering and got cursed to death..."

"The last one, to maintain the aura of 'divine and ghostly unpredictability,' can never be seen by others."

"The only one who could come to see you is my true self."

The disheveled, white-robed Dao Qiong Cang smiled faintly, flipping his hand to manifest a semi-saint status token. "Of course, this also shows my sincerity."

Si Hai fell silent.

In comparison, Gou Wu Yue looked more weathered.

In the same simple attire with long hair reaching his waist, he was drenched and unkempt, with unshaven stubble on his lips.

He didn't glance at the semi-saint token but looked toward Dao Qiong Cang's back, chuckling lightly, "I vaguely heard screams."

"You're making progress—it seems rules can't bind you anymore." Dao Qiong Cang turned his head as well, his gaze nostalgic as he sighed, "After sleeping in Sheng Shan for over thirty years, my image has shifted from a sly villain to a refined gentleman."

"I'm surprised that one day, I might even be associated with 'kindness.'"

Gou Wu Yue shook his head at the words.

Kindness?

Dao Qiong Cang could be described as divinely unpredictable or cunning as a fox.

But among the Ten Zun Seats, who could truly be called kind—anyone with even a hint of it would have been devoured by this world, leaving nothing behind!

"Your true self has emerged—does that mean the eight Zun have launched an attack on Sheng Shan?" Gou Wu Yue declined the offered semi-saint token.

"No." Dao Qiong Cang put it away.

"Then, who could force you to this point?"

"No one can."

Gou Wu Yue paused, feeling a twinge in his severed arm wound.

Dao Qiong Cang smiled, "If plan one changes, we go with plan two. If that fails, there's still plan three..."

"Just say it straight!"

Gou Wu Yue was tired of the banter.

"Sheng Shen Dian Tang is rotten to the core, just a mess of ruins. I chose to expose a weakness and bow out early—conveniently, my sister is eager to take over."

"Oh?" Gou Wu Yue was mildly surprised. Xuan Ji Dian Zhu... she was a ruthless one!

"I've taken it upon myself to avenge you against Shen Pan Si. The screams you're hearing now are from the one who cut off your arm."

"No need." Gou Wu Yue dismissed it with a smile; he didn't care.

"It's necessary—he offended me too, though that's secondary. Mainly, I wanted to avenge you."

"Yes, you can think of it as me leveraging a favor..."

"Speak plainly."

"Good! You're straightforward—I like that! Old Gou, think about it: that day, I didn't kick you while you were down, right? When Shen Pan Si targeted you, I gave an 'objective' account and even pleaded for you..."

"Get to the point."

"Just as you see, I have ambitions, and so do you—you're not even interested in a semi-saint token... And this time, upon waking, I came to see only you, which shows my respect..."

"Spit it out!"

Dao Qiong Cang's elaborate sentiments were cut short, leaving him deflated.

He simply spread his hands and got to the point.

"Come with me. Let's go to Nan Yu!"