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

Blade light like the wind, deducing infinite changes, sweeping across the heavens, coming from the front yet converging from all directions.


Yuan Zhen's eyes were filled with blade light, his perception entirely made up of sharp intensity, all around—up, down, left, right, front, back—surrounded by blade energy, like the wind enveloping his body, shrouding the wilderness and Six Harmonies.


Zhong Shenxiu's Sword Intent was capable of piercing the mind, causing suppressed stray thoughts to burst forth, an unexpected move that put Yuan Zhen at a severe disadvantage the instant they crossed swords.


Now he could only feel fortunate that he hadn't chosen to dodge earlier but had confronted Zhong Shenxiu using Sword Control.


Otherwise, that blow of same nature spirit into his mind, releasing those weak thoughts, would have been a truly desperate situation.


Now, there was still a chance to break the game.


Chapter 217: Myriad Forms Qi Blade, Iron Armor Divine Thunder