Stop it, Taoist, Your Fight almost Ruins the DAO!-Chapter 599 - 379: True Technique Twentieth Layer, A Thousand Miles of Red Land_3

"I, as a Daoist, have forsaken heaven and earth and no longer yearn to be part of the samsara; if my form and spirit are to be extinguished, then let them be extinguished," declared the renowned Great National Teacher of the Sun Moon Empire, looking up at the sky with his gaze fixed on the distant and profound future above.

The demonic calamity had not yet arrived, but this was the true great trial, as well as the fateful cause destined to bring about the downfall of the vast Sun Moon Empire.

Ten years later, the world plunged into chaos as demons emerged from rifts in space.

Regrettably, by then, the State Preceptor had already established a comprehensive beacon fire system, having rehearsed it countless times.

A colossal and fierce Holocaust True Sun burst forth from the imperial capital, blazing across tens of thousands of miles in a single day, fighting in all directions, ceaselessly leading countless soldiers and civilians in repelling the demonic invaders beyond the borders before moving on to the next front.

Ten years, then another ten years.

"World-Shaking Pure Yang, I really want to see just how much more blood you have to bleed," a hundred-zhang-tall giant demon pierced through the white-haired State Preceptor's chest with a claw.

This was the result of the Daoist having burned his life too excessively, and now his life span of thousands of years had dwindled to less than a hundred.

"To think that a mere prince dares to make such a racket before me."

"Wheel of the Great Sun!"

The white-haired Daoist sneered coldly as his Extreme Origin cut like a knife, instantly grinding the demon before him into a pulp.

Beneath the tide of the demonic soldiers, the silhouette of the white-haired figure never fell; although his life force and breath kept declining, his eyes grew ever brighter.

Another ten years passed.

At the vast rift in space, an earth-shattering demon shadow appeared.

Standing a thousand zhang tall and wrapped in eerie purple flames, its power was so immense it made hearts tremble.

"Infinite Demonic Fire!"

"Ha-ha, with all calamities converging upon me, if you are the blades in the hands of fate, am I not the calamity in your midst? I have realized (liao),"

"The human heart replaces fate, the calamitous energy refines Pure Yang!"

"Holocaust True Sun!"

The sky suddenly darkened as countless rays of light converged on the Daoist's Cultivation Body. Under the watchful eyes of all, the Daoist began an inconceivable breakthrough.

All beings and elements of the world, numerous mysterious breaths were stripped away by a strange force and merged into the Daoist's Cultivation Body.

Has it turned dark?

No, it has become bright.

Suddenly, a blast of light shattered the darkness, emanating from within the Daoist's Cultivation Body, causing countless demonic soldiers to melt away like snow. The towering demonic king was struck by this tremendous power and was forcibly pushed back into the rift, returning to the Demon Realm.

At this moment, his huge body resembled melting ice cream, dripping away piece by piece.

"Truly an astonishing powerhouse, World-Shaking Pure Yang."

"Looking forward to our next meeting! If you can still survive, that is!"

"Retreat!"

What was meant to be a demonic calamity lasting hundreds of years surprisingly came to an early end.

The Daoist dragged his heavily injured body back to the imperial capital; he had both succeeded and failed.

His Cultivation Body was on the verge of collapse.

"Is it over now? I can't help but feel some reluctance, especially when I have already glimpsed the path to the twentieth layer."

With a sigh from the Daoist, suddenly, throughout the Sun Moon Empire, numerous faint spiritual flames began to emerge.

They were so frail, yet so bright.

The Daoist's heart jolted.

"This... this is..."

These spiritual flames turned out to be the collective thoughts of the countless citizens of the Sun Moon Empire.

At this moment, innumerable people are calling out the name of the State Preceptor, World-Shaking Pure Yang.

No matter how many detest him to the bone, the common folk's eyes are clear.

During the State Preceptor's tenure, their quality of life had greatly improved.

A single spiritual flame was like a drop of water, utterly insignificant in filling the vast energy needed for the Daoist's spiritual enhancement, especially as his Cultivation Body was severely damaged. But there were too many of these spiritual flames.

A drop of water might be insignificant, but countless drops form an ocean!

Like the spring breeze that brings rain, an astonishing vitality suddenly infused the Daoist's Cultivation Body.

His True Yang Spirit burst forth with growth, and his Extreme Origin transformed crazily, tangible and emitting a thick aura of divinity.

With this boost, on this day, two fierce suns appeared in the sky of the Sun Moon Empire.

Two suns sharing the sky!

The next day, the State Preceptor once again stood atop the city walls of the imperial capital.

Today, he would lecture again.

Lecturing to all under heaven.

The theme was "Princes and Generals, Have They Not Sprung from the Common Earth!"

Mixed within were many little insights about rebellion.

For instance, "The azure sky is dead, the yellow sky shall rise."

The Great National Teacher truly had the ability to rebel, and he actually taught it.

For a time, the middle-aged emperor within the palace turned ashen, breaking several luminous cups in anger.

"Ha-ha, Your Majesty, don't be angry now, the empire is still yours."

"As long as you do well, what have you to fear? Who would dare risk their heads to rebel?"

"I have seen the way forward, and the injury to my Cultivation Body has stabilized. We shall meet again if it's destined, of course, if, Your Majesty, you can live that long."

Cicadas fall silent in the quiet forest, birdsong becomes more secluded in the deep mountains.

Within a mountain Daoist temple, the Daoist sits cross-legged, countless invisible specks of light converging into his body.

The scene ends here.

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In Great Qin, Eastern Region.

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Suddenly, a boiling spring erupted, scorching the earth for miles around.

A yellow-robed official holding an intelligence report dashed frantically to King Jing's palace.

"Report, Crown Prince, the city of Qianyou in the Eastern Region has suddenly become scorched earth for miles around, and I fear a great disaster has occurred!"