Right and wrong, in the eyes of the Lifeless Sect, are just a joke.

In the next moment, like spring rain soaking into the earth, an artistic conception quietly spreads across the heavens and earth, accompanied by blood rain.

Four black-clad figures move forward in unison, weaving through each other as they charge at Xu Guang, seemingly swapping positions, and the Feng Shui of the entire world appears to undergo a strange transformation with their movements.

Xu Guang just stood there, as if startled by their tactics.

As the four pounced, Xu Guang's body was instantly shattered.

Blood and flesh blurred.

The black-clad figures were somewhat surprised, but immediately bore smiles on their faces.

"Is this the prodigy the Northern Emperor Academy boasts about? So weak? Truly makes one laugh their teeth out."

The black-clad figure next to him suddenly spoke, "Something's off, this blood rain should be his divine technique, but if he's dead, why hasn't the divine technique vanished?"

The first black-clad figure was about to reply when he suddenly sensed something and swiftly turned his head.

The remaining black-clad figures also turned almost simultaneously and saw Xu Guang standing behind them, smiling slightly.

Not just one Xu Guang, but each one of them had a Xu Guang standing behind them.

"You..."

The Long Sword suddenly appeared, as if emerging from the void, pierced through everything, stabbing into their Divine Souls, and churned fiercely.

Thud.

Four bodies fell simultaneously.

The true meaning of forgetting...

Illusion Technique No Self, Heaven and Earth No Self, Mortal World No Self.

Xu Guang seemed to have gained a deeper understanding of the artistic conception of forgetting.

Forget everything, to the extreme of Dao.

His Dao of forgetting became even more mysterious because the origin of his divine techniques was fundamentally tied to life and death, forgetting life and death, forgetting everything...

"Xu Guang of the Northern Emperor Academy truly lives up to his name, but treating my people like vegetables to chop, that's a little inappropriate, isn't it?"

A voice accompanied by a silhouette appeared, as if the person had always been standing there, holding a blood-red book, its cover depicting a strange scene of people surrounding something in worship.

The Tiger Bone Mask bore a golden mark, different from ordinary Tiger Bone Masks.

The other party was Second Grade, but not an ordinary Second Grade, having grasped the true essence of the Martial Dao.

"You think they shouldn't die?"

Xu Guang sneered and asked.

"Life and death are governed by the rules of my Lifeless Sect."

"Your rules? What rules?"

Lian Heng gently put away his device and opened his drowsy eyes, "Simple rules, my Lifeless Sect came for the Great Lord of the World. Whoever blocks us is to be killed; that's the rule of my Lifeless Sect."

Even distances apart, Xu Guang seemed to feel the artistic conception emanating from the other party, carrying a deep sense of madness.

When Xu Guang heard the other party's words, he shook his head, "Interesting rules, but do you truly have the strength to enforce them?"

"Slaying a few mere expendables and thinking you're invincible at Second Grade?"

Lian Heng's voice was very light and indifferent, light with contempt and indifferent with disregard.

He scorned Xu Guang's strength and was indifferent to his subordinates' lives.

Such coldness within the Lifeless Sect was evident.

Xu Guang no longer wished to converse with such a person, and so he took a step forward, countless sword lights densely forming a Great Wall in front of him.

"You can try to kill me to uphold your rules."

Lian Heng snorted coldly, "I don't kill the nameless; you're qualified."

His gaze flashed with cold light, his body tensed, transforming into a Qingfeng.

As he ran, the howl of the wind came, trying to blow away the blood rain beside Xu Guang.

Red Lotus Karmic Fire exploded.

"Don't bring out such unimproved divine techniques and flaunt them!"

Lian Heng shouted lowly, tearing through the fire with his hands.

Humb!

Countless Long Swords formed in front of Lian Heng.

Lian Heng let out a low roar, a confident look appearing on his face.

"This sword won't harm me!"

Sounds of metal rang, the sword light that should have belonged to Divine Thought attacks shone, yet as Lian Heng said, it did not harm him in the slightest.

Xu Guang's face showed some surprise.

His Illusion of No Self Heart Sutra hadn't cultivated to Second Grade, but due to its high level, ordinary Second Grade would find it difficult to withstand.

Yet the other party remained unscathed.

He seemed to understand Lian Heng's true intention.

Ultimate confidence.

Crystalline eyes flickered above his head, and he finally understood.

This was the other party's divine technique.

"Interesting, your divine technique, and your true essence of the Martial Dao are truly fascinating."

"Pretending to be a ghost!"

Lian Heng's face was filled with confidence; he moved like mad, leaving pale white shadows in the heavens.

Xu Guang stood still, his gaze faint, as if waiting for Lian Heng's attack, or perhaps unable to deal with Lian Heng.

"Ten Directions... Crack!!"

Lian Heng looked at the sky with a smile, only to see the pale shadows left by the opponent suddenly connected, tearing through the heavens, enveloping Xu Guang with a rumble.

"Very clever divine technique, deceiving senses? Or the world? Such divine techniques similar to illusions gave you ultimate confidence, indeed quite impressive, though not reversing a higher realm but definitely invincible in the same realm."

He thoroughly understood Lian Heng's divine technique and true essence of the Martial Dao.

The other party and himself were similar, both placing the essence of the Martial Dao in their divine technique, even the attributes were somewhat alike.

His true essence of forgetting borrowed from Residual Rain, forgetting life and death, forgetting everything.

Lian Heng's deceiving divine technique deceived everything; the so-called attack left him unharmed, merely a deception of the other party.

Hearing Xu Guang's words, Lian Heng's expression finally changed; he hadn't expected Xu Guang to completely comprehend his essence and divine technique in such a short time.

Yet before he could speak.

Xu Guang reached out his hand.

"Seal!"

Lian Heng's smile froze.

Appearing again, Xu Guang had already pressed a hand onto Lian Heng's head.

"Your rules seem a bit lacking."

Lian Heng's confidence disappeared, instead revealing a trace of flattery.

"Please forgive me, Lord Xu..."

"You're lucky; I'm interested in your divine technique and true essence, so I'll spare your life for now."

With that, Xu Guang stretched out his hand, tapping Lian Heng eighteen times, making his body stiffen.

The Dragon Robbing Seal materialized and descended forcefully.

Lian Heng's body fell, becoming silent.

Xu Guang lifted him and walked toward the direction of Zhuge Wuliang and Qin Cultivator's battle.

...

The battle between Qin Cultivator and Zhuge Wuliang was earth-shattering, the Celestial Cyan Mine long since unrecognizable.

Boom!

After an exchange, Zhuge Wuliang retreated with his spear, carving two long furrows into the ground.

A blazing battle spirit surfaced in Zhuge Wuliang's eyes, never-before-seen, surging within himself. The spear in his hand emitted buzzing sounds, like it was eager for the hunt.

This spear was the gift his father gave him when he turned thirteen, the most important treasure of the Zhuge family.

Over the years, the cost of enhancing this spear was incalculable.

Are you excited too?

Qin Cultivator's massive figure soared, raising a strange spear composed of countless death auras, fiercely thrusting down as if a mountain was collapsing.

Zhuge Wuliang was unyielding, approaching quickly, rushing into the air. His knee slightly bent, using it as a spear, he viciously struck Qin Cultivator's lower limbs.

At the same time, he lifted his spear, fire faintly spawning, transforming into boundless flames.

The scene of their combat transformed into the wind eye of the ten directions, gathering ten-direction clouds.

Qin Cultivator revealed surprise; from past life to present, he had been in various battles, some barely defeating him, but Zhuge Wuliang was different; a being, openly, who he had no confidence in suppressing unless using the second rebirth power residing within him.

At this point, he had to begin contemplating retreat.

The surrounding situation was not out of his sight; the Northern Emperor Academy people were formidable, strongly wishing to understand how Zhuge Wuliang knew the name Qin Cultivator, yet it seemed impossible to capture Zhuge Wuliang now.

At that moment, a bone-faced person suddenly spoke.

"Envoy, the brothers can't hold on!"

Qin Cultivator's eyes flickered with a peculiar hue.

"Then withdraw, I'll hold Zhuge Wuliang back."

Many bone-faced people were initially stunned, then showed delight, completely surprised by Qin Cultivator issuing such an order.

Though it slightly contradicted Qin Cultivator's usually brutal nature.

But they couldn't care less.

These Northern Emperor Academy people were too powerful, top-tier in the same realm, with astonishing divine techniques.

No one wished to die.

The remaining dozens of bone-faced people dispersed.

Their retreat was practiced, seemingly without pattern