Chapter 2363: Dreadful Celestial Sovereign

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Tian Anping had not known pain for a long time.

Yesterday, Lou Yue called him to taste the long-lost sensation of pain.

Today, the pain Jiang Wang brought to him directly broke through his sensory limit!

It made him, such an extremely cold and cruel person with an almost unshakable mind, have a moment of losing control.

That feeling of emptiness, helplessness, not knowing what evening it was, and a blank mind, he had never had before. He used to control everything, but at this moment, he lost himself.

The Zhenyuan Fire Realm extremely catalyzed the power of flames.

That blazing Samadhi True Fire directly decomposed him from the Dao level, erased his resistance, burned his power, and melted his Dao principles – intending to turn him into calamity ash today.

And as he raised his head and howled, molten iron poured down like a waterfall, instantly filling his mouth, cooking his tongue, tearing his esophagus, making his scream stop abruptly in an instant!

Just this one instant of blankness, one instant of silence, everything seemed to have ended.

Hua la la!

An entire majestic and grand yet mysteriously terrifying Iron Chain City melted into millions of cubic meters of molten iron, collapsing on the ground, smashing out a huge deep pit. In the center of this Zhenyuan Fire Realm, the plain paved by Zhuyan Grass formed a red lake made of piled molten iron.

Tian Anping's breath completely gone, his Dao body fell backward, just like that, submerged by this molten iron lake.

Jiang Wang had not left yet.

He just stood holding his sword in front of this molten iron lake, expressionlessly gently shaking the long sword once. The few drops of molten iron and some blood beads stained on it just flew off. It was like writing a piece of calligraphy, setting aside the ink.

On the red molten iron, there was his black reflection.

In the floating flowing clouds, a red glow opened up for him.

In times of not much movement, he was approximately harmless to humans and animals.

Birds carrying songs, Flame Sparrows, landed on his shoulder from the sky.

In the depths of the cloud sea, the Demonic Ape statues all showed some strange compassion, quietly hiding.

And the red water surged. Tian Anping contributed his power to this world, forever becoming this lake.

Burning mountains and burning seas are not as important as burning truth.

Samadhi True Fire burns all things in the world, stripping off all shells, seeking the truth of the world. Burning truth is then the swallowing of the world's truth.

Jiang Wang quietly looked at the lake surface.

Gu lu lu, gu lu lu.

At first, there were tiny bubble sounds, like a newborn spring at the bottom of the lake.

Gradually, they became stronger, as if an evil beast was swallowing at the bottom of the lake.

A terrifying momentum slowly emitted, penetrating the red water lake, outlining a gloomy, dim shadow.

Hua la la—

The red molten iron parted in waves. Bare-chested, with disheveled long hair, wearing only long pants, Tian Anping just like that drilled out of the water surface, standing in the middle of the lake!

His wrists and ankles were still tied with lock rings, the lock rings hanging broken chains. But the other iron chains on his body were already nowhere to be seen.

Boiling red molten iron slid down his long hair, down the numerous wounds on his body.

Jiang Wang himself had experienced hundreds of battles and was once covered in wounds. But after Dongzhen, there was rarely any power that could leave traces on his body.

Like Tian Anping, a contemporary Zhenren with new wounds connecting old scars on his body, was truly rarely seen.

Of course, what was even rarer should be his body state—

Just now he was beaten to near death, almost all breath extinguished, yet in the blink of an eye, he could be lively again, his Qi and blood leaping out of the lake fiercely. Even the power of the needle named taboo "Zhenqiang" could not sustain so long.

Tian Anping had already recovered from that unconscious howling state, almost forgetting that feeling of extreme pain.

No, it should be said, he was savoring that feeling!

In the chewing of pain, he carefully examined this lake, examined this blazing flames small world.

He naturally saw clearly how wonderful this world was, how well it operated.

He also naturally discovered how his power was decomposed, how it was used. It turned into omnipresent Yuanqi, nourishing this world.

He did not mind; this was also a kind of novel life experience.

"There should be a stone tablet, right?" He said in a casual conversational tone, like this: "Engrave my merits in this world."

"What to write?" Jiang Wang asked indifferently.

Tian Anping did not speak, just clenched his fists, raised and stretched them flat in front, as if a prisoner waiting for an official to take him away. But his fists slowly clenched tighter, his knuckles protruding ruggedly—

Ka cha! Hong!

There seemed to be the sound of a mechanism ringing. Like the sound of heaven's gate booming open.

Tied on Tian Anping's wrist, no matter imprisoned, unsealed, Faxia, or going to sea... never removed "Evil Shackles" for so many years, just like that, opened.

Evil Shackles left his wrists, falling freely.

This pair of not-huge black shackles seemed to seal a mountain ridge.

In the process of falling, Evil Shackles suddenly accelerated and became heavier, a small pair collapsing like a mountain. Violent power instantly squeezed the air, emitting a huge breaking air sound, and heavily smashed into the molten iron lake, stirring up red magma-like waves!

Tian Anping's breath violently rose along with it, his long hair flying momentarily.

Then it was his left ankle, then his right ankle. The lock rings with broken chains together, actually like rotten branches leaving a tree, detached from Tian Anping's body, falling successively. Evil Shackles thoroughly opened, and Tian Anping obtained complete liberation.

He, without restraints, spread open his hands, long time no longer feeling everything with a free posture.

This was a state he had not shown even once in the life-and-death fight with Lou Yue!

And a black stone tablet, just beside this red water lake, rose up with a rumble.

On the stone tablet, from top to bottom, were deeply engraved four characters in yin style, the characters said—

"Terror Heaven Monarch"!

Tian Anping's Dao path was not just one.

The "line" that Jiang Wang saw and cut off was, of course, one of them.

"Terror" was also among them!

He brought terror to all people; he also extracted power from terror.

These four characters "Terror Heaven Monarch" engraved on this stone tablet were both Tian Anping's answer to Jiang Wang and a manifestation of Tian Anping's Dao path, and also proof of Tian Anping's invasion of this world and already obtained certain authority!

If not for this, how could he arbitrarily erect a tablet and engrave words?

One must know that in this Zhenyuan Fire Realm, every blade of grass and every tree was suppressed by the Demonic Ape and controlled by Jiang Wang.

Outsiders even wanted to dig a handful of soil or pick a flower, it was not easy.

Yet Tian Anping could create things and change the environment here.

Indeed, he was an unimaginably strong person, capable of doing what others could not.

The name "Terror" indeed could be borne.

Barefoot and naked upper body, Tian Anping just stood in the center of the molten iron lake, gazing at Jiang Wang. Inside those calm eyes, the flame light of this world was reflected, as if asking—"How?"

And his breath, which had obtained liberation and was continuously violently rising, rushed to the sky and hit the ground, as if to burst this world!

Waves shattered.

This red water lake, this blazing true source world, shattered like a mirror.

Both sides escaped from the Zhenyuan Fire Realm.

Everything of the blazing flames, the flying birds, the demonic apes, shattered away like dreams.

Only one flame flower fluttered down behind Jiang Wang, who was in the Qing Shan.

The red flame flower rested on the blue lake surface, quietly burning.

Declaring that it was not a dream.

Reappearing in the Ghost Face Fish Sea Domain, the two contemporary Zhenren still faced each other, just pulling open a distance.

Li Fengyao's Frost Heart observation could fundamentally capture nothing; she completely did not know who had the upper hand. Whether it was Tian Anping or Jiang Wang, both had already surpassed her perception limit.

And as the strongest among the on-site audience, Zhao Wuyan felt Tian Anping's frightening terror power, almost gushing out, bursting this world, making her subconsciously drag Xu Xiangqian behind—

At this time, Jiang Wang had already drawn his sword.

That was truly an indescribable sword!

Zhao Wuyan, as a bystander not an experiencer, also only felt life was hazy, unable to find the path back. She bore miscellaneous family studies, combining world merits, yet again did not know where the future would go!

The distant road of fate was broken before this sword. Life was short; from this moment, the end chapter was concluded.

No matter how much effort, how much struggle. In such a sword, there was forever no way out.

In Tian Anping's feeling, it was the first time he unlocked Evil Shackles, unrestrainedly releasing his power. With an extremely overbearing posture, he killed and broke through the Zhenyuan Fire Realm, coming to witness a stronger Jiang Wang, yet only saw a piece of emptiness.

Previously, he was in such pain that his senses all collapsed, his mind was blank, and his eyes were also filled with molten iron, his vision was all rust-colored.

Now, instead, his heart was clear and his eyes were bright, his spirit was complete, his state even exceeded his peak, but he also saw nothing. His heart was in a boundless sea of suffering, drifting without another shore. His body was in endless eternal night, reaching out and not seeing five fingers!

That moment of loss was the control of self; now, what was lost was the grasp of fate.

However, until this moment of emptiness, jumping out of the chess game, he only truly grasped awareness, suddenly understanding—

From beginning to end, he was all trapped within the battle situation defined by Chang Xiangsi; until he unlocked Evil Shackles, he had not truly escaped the shackles.

Although his hands and feet were freed from shackles, heaven and earth had already closed the cage.

Releasing power, yet in an empty realm. Spiritual knowledge still existed, but it was already a calamity remnant!

The scene of the Zhenyuan Fire Realm being supported and bursting did not truly happen.

The process he felt of breaking that side of the Zhenyuan Fire Realm was just a pre-performance made for him by his opponent with Subtle Intent Sea!

Facing Jiang Wang's sword, the absolute majority of Zhenren in the world might not have known they were gone. He was stronger than those people, much stronger—

So he could see how he himself was killed.

"No thought, no examination, empty enlightenment realm, intention to obtain the next life is a calamity remnant."

This sword, calamity without empty realm!

Zhao Wuyan's gaze could not escape this sword, while Li Fengyao and Xu Xiangqian, they fundamentally could not see this sword. They only saw the blue sea and sky, two contemporary Zhenren facing off in the air. After a moment of quiet, Tian Anping suddenly burst forth with terrifying breath, and this breath suddenly fell again!

Heaven and earth heard the sword cry.

The eyes of the crowd saw again that Chang Xiangsi had already outlined a clear sword body. The sword tip had already stabbed into Tian Anping's throat, piercing his Dao body defense, making him open his eyes wide, completely losing resistance. The terrifying power of this Dao body burst like an airbag, pouring out for thousands of miles. It pressed the entire sea domain, all sinking madly.

In a flash, it became a sea pit.

Tian Anping did not fall with it, but was nailed in the air by this sword, suspended there. Like a piece of wind-dried meat.

The snow-bright sword edge was truly like a bridge. It tightly connected two completely unrelated people like this. Blood beads rolled, leaving the blade and falling into the sea like a flowing waterfall, yet leaving no traces.

Jiang Wang, who gripped the sword, was fixed there, his eyes seeming to have a bewildered color.

"Great Qi! Jiang Wang! My Qi country's hero!!"

"Title sealed... Qing Yang Zi!"

"Great Qi's Marquis Wu'an!"

Subtle Intent Sea, clearly no waves.

Yet there seemed to be shocking waves sounding, repeatedly coming.

Jiang Wang's eyes suddenly cleared!

As long as his sword went forward a little, Tian Anping would be completely dead.

But he held the sword hilt.

Although his heart had that clear feeling of disgust, he very much wanted to just kill Tian Anping like this. Although he was approaching the heaven-man state, he should have no scruples. But...

How could he forget Qi country?

Under the sword was a member of the Great Qi Military Affairs Hall, Zhan Yu Commander of the Nine Pawns.

If this sword went forward, all past friendships would cease to exist; from now on, the people of Qi would be enemies.

Gu gu, gu gu.

Tian Anping opened his mouth, emitting a gas sound with fresh blood, like a crowing chicken.

His throat and his mouth simultaneously sprayed fresh blood. His chest was wet, dyeing half his face red.

But this face full of bloodstains actually overflowed with strange satisfaction, smiling painfully.

This satisfaction was unrelated to life and death.

The truth of the world was actually like this.

"Heaven-man... heaven-man!" In his blood-filled eyes, full of desire for knowledge and exploration, each breath like suffering punishment, his voice only in his chest cavity, vaguely muffled: "Really want... try... ah! Wu—"

Jiang Wang slightly lifted his sword, then cut off his mumbling, cut open his bewildered thoughts, making him temporarily return to reality, return to the situation of this moment.

Making him know that he would soon die, and after death, he would have no fun at all!

Tian Anping's scattered divine light in his eyes slowly, slowly gathered back. He just hung on the sword body like that, twitching and spitting blood, twitching and looking at Jiang Wang.

"It seems you are also not that crazy," Jiang Wang said.

Tian Anping looked at Jiang Wang for a long while, as if finally hearing this sentence clearly, grinned open his mouth, seeming to cry and seeming to laugh.

Jiang Wang held his sword flat, expressionlessly saying: "If I kill people, I don't need the heaven way to urge me."

"Don't let me hear your threat to my friend a third time."

"Listen clearly, just blink your eyes once."

"This is my last reason, and also the only patience I give you."

Look at Qi country's sake!

Jiang Wang actually struggled free from the heaven way's choice, at the moment he was already drowning.

Tian Anping stared at him fixedly.

He saw that Jiang Wang's eyes were a piece of quiet sea. The sea surface had no waves, contained everything, and yet seemed to own nothing. All emotions had sunk to the bottom of the sea; the power to destroy heaven and extinguish earth was also deeply contained within.

He felt Jiang Wang sinking, and he also almost sank among.

In his eyes permeated with blood beads, Tian Anping blinked with difficulty once.

"Hold the wound," Jiang Wang said.

Tian Anping heavily spit out a mouthful of blood, seizing some power in this pain, and lifted both hands very firmly, covering his neck.

In the grip seams of his palms, in the squeeze of his Dao body flesh—

Jiang Wang drew out his long sword, returning it to its sheath with a backhand motion.

After a sword cry.

Extreme sharpness returned to extreme peace.

Until the moment Chang Xiangsi left his body, the terrifying sword intent that lingered inside his Dao body, madly destroying organs and continuously destroying resistance, then howled and left, rushing out of his body from his bloody mouth.

Tian Anping's Dao body, which was almost comparable to Hu Yan Jingxuan's Zhenren Dao body, at this time only began to have Qi and blood flow. Concerning his life Yuanqi, it only filled the original wound. His continuously escaping power only terminated its scattering, even returning.

He only felt—he was indeed alive.

He could still live!

"Now, go. Don't look back," Jiang Wang said.

Tian Anping still covered his neck, with a ridiculous, reverse self-strangling posture, swaying... stepping on air and walking far.

No sound of Evil Shackles was heard, no sound of mad laughter was heard.

At this time, the Ghost Face Fish Sea Domain was extremely quiet. Even a drop of blood falling into the sea, the ripple expanding, counted as turbulent.