novelapdf Chapter 34 How Can Mortal Iron Defy Heaven? First comes defense, then rebellion! A knock on the gate
Chapter 34 How Can Mortal Iron Defy Heaven? First comes defense, then rebellion! A knock on the gate
Just as Gu Xuan stood amidst the ruins, deep in thought.
A series of slightly heavy, deliberately slowed footsteps came from behind.
Mo Liqing's burly figure strode closer from the night, his gaze towards Gu Xuan filled with undisguised amazement.
"brother."
Mo Liqing's voice was deep and resonant, tinged with concern, "You have just used the Heaven and Earth Transformation Technique for the first time, and you must meditate and consolidate it now."
"Quickly return to the camp to recuperate."
He waved his hand dismissively, pointing to the chaotic ruins of the central command tent, "Leave this to us to clean up!"
Gu Xuan did not refuse and nodded slightly.
He turned and walked unhurriedly toward his vanguard tent, stepping over the broken load-bearing beams and tattered tarpaulins scattered on the ground.
The night wind blew in my face, stirring up gusts of yellow sand.
The late autumn night was already carrying a chill that seemed to seep into the bone.
along the way.
Countless soldiers in the camp spontaneously stepped aside to make way for an extremely wide road.
The way he looked at Gu Xuan.
In addition to the previous reverence, there was an almost fanatical devotion to the gods!
Ignoring the fervent gazes surging around him, Gu Xuan walked straight to the vanguard tent and pushed open the curtain.
Inside the large tent, all was quiet.
On the table, a single candle flickered gently.
Two broken, silver-white spears lay quietly on the wooden table.
At the center of the gun barrel, the worn-out ancient character "蛟" (jiao) appears and disappears amidst the interplay of light and shadow.
Gu Xuan walked to the desk and stared at it for a moment.
In his mind, the words Wen Zhong uttered in the ancient bronze mirror echoed once again like muffled thunder.
"A divine spear capable of supporting your hundred-foot-tall Dharma body, capable of supporting your path to severing the heavens..."
He slowly lowered his head and looked at the Heaven-Shaking Spear hanging at his waist.
Although the Heaven-Shaking Spear was reforged from the Golden Staff and infused with the essence and blood of the Immortal Body, it can carry the intent of the Heaven-Slaying Spear and unleash the Heaven-Shaking Strike.
But if it were truly to match a body that is a hundred feet tall, like the Dharma Body of Heaven and Earth...
"The cultural heritage, the materials... are far inferior."
Gu Xuan raised his head.
His gaze fell on the two broken guns on the table, and his brows furrowed slightly.
He had already examined the two broken gun pieces carefully beforehand.
It was made of ordinary iron, not even refined iron.
But during the day...
Yang Jian, however, used this spear to unleash a heaven-defying spear intent.
"It is perfectly normal for Yang Jian to split the mountain to save his mother and comprehend the meaning of defying the heavens."
"But this mere ordinary iron..."
"How can one bear the weight of such a heaven-defying will?!"
Gu Xuan frowned slightly.
He slowly raised his right hand and reached towards the broken gun on the table.
Just as my fingertips were about to touch the cold barrel of the gun—
"Buzz—!"
A pure, domineering, yet completely different, heaven-defying spear intent suddenly burst forth from the depths of the broken spear, directly attacking the soul!
Deep within Gu Xuan's sea of consciousness, the intent of the Heaven-Slaying Spear was instantly enraged.
One is blue-gold, the other is silver-white.
Two supreme spear beams, seemingly capable of severing eternity, faced each other from afar in the sea of consciousness.
"Zheng—!"
The two guns clashed head-on!
The lapis lazuli spear shone brightly.
It instantly obliterated half of the silver-white spear's power.
However, though the silver spear intent was illusory, it did not yield an inch!
They held on desperately, almost to the point of mutual destruction!
Just as the Heaven-Slaying Spear Intent was about to completely shred this foreign, heaven-defying spear intent...
Gu Xuan clearly sensed a fundamental difference and immediately stopped.
The two spear-wielding intentions seem to share the same origin.
However, the Heaven-Slaying Spear Intent is derived from the Shangqing True Technique and the Heaven-Defying Spear Intent.
They emphasize seizing opportunities, striving for the best, aiming higher, and being more ruthless.
But the remaining, heaven-defying spear intent of this broken spear...
Deep within that resolute and domineering spirit that dares to change the face of heaven and earth...
It also hides a sense of "protection" that is gentle and unbreakable, like jade!
"Guard..."
"inverse……"
Gu Xuan murmured softly, his gaze fixed on the broken spear.
Deep within the silvery-white spear's gleam, an extremely restrained protective intent fiercely guarded the broken spear's mortal iron essence, preventing it from being destroyed.
Just then.
A picture suddenly flashed through Gu Xuan's mind.
When he was suppressed by the shackles of the Jiuli bloodline, a sense of defiance against fate welled up from the depths of his heart.
as well as......
Gu Xuan slowly closed his eyes.
Divine sense probed into the depths of the sea of consciousness, to find the source of the heaven-defying spear intent!
Page 2 of "The True Spirits of a Hundred Generations".
The young man in black stood proudly with a gun in hand, gazing at the sky, his eyes filled with an intense, overwhelming sense of regret and resentment.
But this time...
Gu Xuan, however, discovered that something else existed at the deepest level of his regret.
He looked at the boy in the painting and spoke softly, his voice echoing in the vast sea of his consciousness.
"you……"
"What are you also protecting?"
Within the painting, the black-clad youth, who had been gazing up at the sky, trembled slightly.
Then, he slowly turned his head back.
A pair of scarlet, lustrous eyes met Gu Xuan's gaze across the painting.
It contains overwhelming regret, endless resentment, and a defiant determination to fight against all the gods and Buddhas in the heavens...
But beneath all this violent sentiment...
They possess an unwavering determination to protect their country, even if it means being shattered to pieces and their souls scattered!
"boom--!"
A deafening roar suddenly erupted from Gu Xuan's sea of consciousness!
A light shone in shades of lapis lazuli and silver...
At this moment, all barriers and rejections were set aside, and a sense of mutual appreciation and resonance arose!
Gu Xuan's expression remained calm.
He sat cross-legged in front of the desk.
His breathing gradually became long and deep...
The two colors of light slowly intertwined deep within the sea of consciousness.
……
One day.
Gu Xuan slowly opened his eyes.
Looking down at his calloused hands.
Three years in Beihai, mountains of corpses and seas of blood.
He danced on the edge of a knife every day, crawling and rolling among piles of dead bodies.
Gu Xuan whispered and slowly closed his eyes.
"To protect one's life..."
Deep within the sea of consciousness.
Within the pure, lapis lazuli spear's gleam, a touch of warm, resilient silver-white was added.
......
Three days.
Gu Xuan opened his eyes again and looked up at the outside of the tent.
On the front lines of Xiqi.
He was bound by the shackles of fate, and he would rather fight to the death than break those shackles with his bare hands.
That moment...
What he was protecting was not just life.
"Shou Dao..."
Gu Xuan uttered two words in a low voice.
Within his sea of consciousness, the lapis lazuli and silvery-white light intertwined more and more tightly.
The sharpness of the Heaven-Slaying Spear Intent became even more refined at this moment, and it also gained a profound and weighty foundation.
......
Seven days.
Lapis lazuli and silver achieve a perfect balance.
The intent of the Heaven-Slaying Spear is no longer a simple, wanton "sharpness," but a supreme sharpness with direction.
But at that very moment...
Gu Xuan suddenly opened his eyes.
His brows furrowed into a deep frown, and a hint of confusion flashed in his eyes.
He kept his word.
He upholds the Way, and he is putting it into practice.
Can......
what's next?
Besides fate and the Way—
What is it that he still needs to protect in this primordial wilderness?
Within his sea of consciousness, the silver-white spear intent trembled incessantly.
It was as if they were urging us on, or as if they were waiting for an answer.
Gu Xuan raised his head and stared blankly at the two spears on the table.
He opened his mouth...
But he couldn't say anything.
For a very long time...
He closed his eyes again and entered a meditative state.
This time.
The intent of the Heaven-Slaying Spear within his sea of consciousness ceased to coalesce.
……
Ten days later.
Outside the vanguard camp, yellow sand filled the sky.
Mo Liqing stood in front of the tent, his brows furrowed and his face full of worry.
The atmosphere emanating from the tent grew heavier and more vast each day.
Today...
It even touched the threshold of the True Immortal realm.
But it just happens to get stuck at the crucial point, missing the final step, and can't break through.
"Big brother."
Mo Lishou walked quickly over from the side, his expression anxious and his voice low.
"I just received a message from the Grand Tutor: Master Zhao of the Intercepting Sect will arrive today!"
He glanced at the tightly closed vanguard tent. "Brother Gu Xuan is in seclusion..."
Mo Liqing silently watched the tent flaps trembling slightly in the wind.
"To attain true immortality, one must comprehend one's true self and understand one's original heart..."
He murmured softly, his tone revealing a deep sense of helplessness.
"Brother Gu is stuck on this true self, and he hasn't come out yet."
"Outsiders can't help him; he has to figure it out himself."
"today......"
"It's probably too late."
"Hiss—hiss—"
The curtains moved automatically even though there was no wind.
An intensely concentrated gun intent slowly seeped out from the gaps in the tarpaulin, cutting through the surrounding air.
Even the yellow sand three feet in front of the tent vanished silently into nothingness.
After a long while.
Mo Liqing took a deep breath, then abruptly turned and walked towards the outside of the Shang army camp.
"No need to wake him up."
"Master Zhao..."
"We'll go and meet them!"