Holding Rain

Standing before you is the Quicklime Martial Saint, the founder of the Taiyang Fist, the Flower Folding Master of Dinghu, Half-step Master Invincible Under Heaven, the First Sword of Xuanmen, the Judicial God, and Taiyi.
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After the end of the Dharma, a time of grand corruption descends, the world devoid of spiritual essence, and the system of Dao fruits takes precedence.
Embracing Dao fruits, ascending step by step, thereby possessing the power of gods and saints, transcending the ordinary to achieve holiness.
'Just like this,' Jiang Li said while summoning a dog, 'Heavenly Dog, bite him.'

Taiyi Dao Fruit

Jiang Li suddenly soared into the air, speeding toward the location where the Qi mechanism had just risen.


Though Daode Sect was suspicious, on the surface, Jiang Li had no evidence; even if he did have evidence, it wouldn't be good to tear off the facade. Instead of confronting Zhang Daoyi, it was better to check if that person had left any clues.


He was like a flying swallow, skimming through the air over a distance of a mile, his gaze swiftly locked onto a dark shadow.


Jiang Li descended, landing softly behind a mound with the wind.


The true form of the dark shadow was thus revealed in his eyes.


The figure had dark skin and wore plain blue cloth garments, appearing just like an ordinary farmer. He was sitting against the mound, his head slightly drooped, and blood seeping from his chest, already breathless.


"Death occurred no more than fifteen minutes ago, and moreover..."


Jiang Li's eyes focused on the chest wound, "This is a sword wound."


Chapter 182: Meeting Yang Ji Again