Becoming a Sage Starts From Condensing the Essence of Time

Chapter 158 - 158: Grasping Green Mountain and the Sword Qj, Emperor Yuan Meng Wants to Point the Bow at the Sacred Teacher (2)

Chapter 158: Grasping Green Mountain and the Sword Qj, Emperor Yuan Meng Wants to Point the Bow at the Sacred Teacher (2)

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

His mental power was ink, and his sword qi was a brush. He painted in the vast white world.

An Le’s mind followed the sword qi and began to draw.

His mental power was like ink as the painting appeared.

It was a painting of the future.

A black cloud suddenly attacked between heaven and earth.

Li You’an, who was standing beside the pine tree on Pine Helping Mountain, suddenly raised his head. His powerful mental power bloomed between his eyebrows, and endless starlight surged. The Thousand Degrees Sword appeared around him at high speed.

“Future Sword Qi, peeking into the future, messing up the heavenly secrets…”

“The weather changes because of it! The mountains and rivers are in chaos because of it!”

Li You’an took a deep breath, his Confucian shirt puffed up, and his eyes lit up.

His gaze suddenly turned and landed on the white-robed young man sitting cross-legged in front of the cliff.

The young man closed his eyes and the Niwan Palace between his brows opened. His Primordial Spirit had already walked out and entered the cliff. On the cliff, a white light bloomed, but in the endless whiteness, a black color surged!

It was as if a huge curtain had been pulled open, and the painting of mountains and rivers appeared.

The hand behind Li You’an’s back suddenly clenched into a fist. The Thousand Degrees floating around him trembled violently and let out a clear sword cry.

The sound of the sword soared into the sky, echoing between the mountain and the smoke.

He stared fixedly at the black color on the cliff and at the painting that was gradually appearing.

Gradually, he lost his focus.

On the precipice, it was dark like a black misty rain.

Then, a painting appeared. On the surging river, warships rumbled, experts crossed, and arrows filled the sky. Great waves surged, and a battle was about to begin!

The Yuan Meng Steel Cavalry crossed the river and broke through the defense line of the river. Countless Great Zhao generals soared into the sky and fought with it. Black blood dyed the sky, the river, and the battlefield.

However, the army advanced straight in, burning, killing, and plundering. Smoke filled the sky, and flames of war rose everywhere.

There were large cities that were surrounded by Yuan Meng’s army. The generals guarding the city risked their lives to protect them. The sun and moon formed by the black color kept changing, representing the change of time. However, the city that was defended was like a lone city. There were no reinforcements, no provisions, and no rescue…

The general with messy hair stood on the city wall. He drew his sword and looked around in confusion. Tears flowed down his face. He self-destructed his meridians and cut his own throat. In the end, the city gate was opened.

The black-and-white painting was splattered with ink stains like blood. Even through the painting, one could feel the despair of being isolated and helpless.

The city was broken through, and Yuan Meng’s army charged in. The city passes were repeatedly broken through, burning, killing, and plundering. Mountains and rivers were shattered, and the ground split open!

The black clouds pressed down on the city, wanting to destroy it. Amidst the black color, the city guards abandoned the city and fled. The prosperous country for 500 years could not form an effective defense at all.

Like a hot knife through butter, the land south of the river suffered the same trampling.

The black scenes kept changing, demonstrating the dilapidated scenes of the south of the river.

There were experts that ceaselessly ascended to the heavens and fought the Yuan Meng experts. They could sing and cry, but in the end, they were only putting up a stubborn resistance.

The prosperous dynasty that had been riddled with holes for 500 years finally collapsed like a mountain of sand.

At the end of the scene, the warship was floating in the endless Eastern Sea.

After the Eastern Sea dragons submitted to the Yuan Meng Empire, they charged out and stirred up violent winds and waves.

On the warship, officials held their swords and killed the dragons in anger. Dragon blood stained the wind and rain and splashed on the ship.

After killing the Eastern Sea dragons, the officials threw away their swords and carried the young Emperor on their back, holding onto the jade seal.

They jumped into the sea and died.

At some point, a violent rain fell from the sky. Bean-sized raindrops slapped Li You’an’s body and wet his Confucian shirt.

He stared at the precipice in a daze and looked at the constantly changing scene on the precipice. A sorrow spread from his chest and stretched across his heart.

Was that the future?

Was it the future of the country?

Even a powerful existence like Li You’an felt the sky collapse and the ground sink when he saw the future. His mental power suffered an unprecedented impact.

The prosperity of the south migration for 500 years was like a dream. In the end, it still did not escape.

Emperor Yuan Meng, who was number one in the world, had trampled everything with his cavalry.

Li You’an was filled with disappointment. For the first time, he felt lost.

The future was unknown, but if it really appeared in front of them, it would be cruel and unbelievable to some people.

The rain kept falling, washing the mud in the mountains. The pine tree seemed to have its waist broken. Li You’an’s Confucian shirt was completely soaked into his body, and he seemed to have lost his spirit.

Suddenly, Li You’an looked at the cliff again.

On the precipice, a sword light suddenly surged and slashed past. The scene was split into two.

The ink-like scene began to rewind at lightning speed. Every time it rewound, it would be cut open by a sword qi.

Li You’an’s eyes became brighter and brighter. His mental power was abundant, and it surged between the mountains, forming a hurricane that whistled through the forest.

In the rainstorm, dozens of cold mountains were filled with spirit monsters and demons. They trembled and crawled, gathering demon qi, not daring to wreak havoc at all.

When the scene completely rewound, he saw a young man standing at the peak of the mountain, his clothes fluttering. He grabbed a sword, grabbed a wisp of sword qi, and controlled the future!

In an instant, like lightning flowing behind the clouds, the blue lightning tore through the sunset clouds.

Li You’an’s head throbbed, and his eyes revealed a look of realization.

“Only the one who controls the Future Sword Qi can change the future?”