Loyal Heart Roaming the Skies

Chapter 1: His amazing perseverance had no audience

The sun hung high in the sky, shining its light and heat impartially on the earth, without distinction of age or social status. Great love is like indifference.

When the young deer crossed the stream, a bird flew through the forest.

At first, only a dim red light could be seen on the horizon, but it quickly approached.

The flame tail formed a line of fire, as if a god was wielding a pen, cutting through the sky.

The thousands of miles of mountains and rivers in Zhuangguo were almost passed by this line of fire, and suddenly a black light rose to the sky, blocking the way.

A cruel connection was established between heaven and earth, and the vitality surged. The southeast, northwest, and extreme silence suddenly connected!

The sky in the northeast corner of Zhuangguo was shrouded in dark clouds.

The sunny day suddenly turned dark.

A muffled groan sounded in the air: "Nine Killings Xuan Yin!"

The light point only entangled with the evil cloud for a moment, and then fell from the sky.

The light point fell faster and faster, and became larger and larger, until...

It whistled like a falling star!

...

The outskirts of Fenglin City are rarely populated. Only a small Taoist temple is also dilapidated and abandoned.

"Boom!"

The fire point fell to the ground, smashing a large deep pit, but it seemed to be restrained by some force, and the aftermath did not expand. When the rolling smoke and dust dissipated, a man in a flame robe appeared.

This man had sword eyebrows and a handsome appearance. The red flame robe had intricate and elegant patterns, and he was truly extraordinary. However, at this time, his hair was messy and his clothes were cracked, showing a little embarrassment.

"I never thought that I, Zuo Guanglie, would die in such a remote place..." The man in the flame robe turned his eyes and already understood the surroundings, asking with an inexplicable melancholy, "What is the name of this place?"

It was another sunny day turning dark, and another falling star. Several beggars who lived in the dilapidated temple were already scared and were knocking their heads in front of the temple gate. Only when they heard the question did one of them tremble and speak, "Sir Immortal...this is the outskirts of Fenglin City, this temple...we don't know its name."

The man in the flame robe moved his fingers and was about to wipe out these beggars.

In the current era of great strife, the countries are constantly warring. However, in recent years, no war has had the intensity of the Qin-Chu war. Nearly 100,000 cultivators were involved in the war, and the central plain of the river valley where the war took place was devastated.

As a core figure of the losing side, he single-handedly broke through Hangu Pass and almost reversed the situation. He also faced the pursuit of heaven and earth, but he did not blame anyone.

However, these beggars were also beggars of Zhuangguo. Zhuangguo dared to secretly assist Qin and let them set up ambushes in the country...these people should all die.

But Zuo Guanglie turned his hand and extinguished the sparks that had appeared on his fingertips.

"Zuo Guanglie, is this your tolerance? Blaming these poor people who no one cares about?" Zuo Guanglie muttered, sighed, "You can go."

He turned his head with his hands behind his back, and had already cast his gaze on the ink-like sky. His enemies were there, those strong people who were hidden in the dark and approaching like a pack of wolves, were the people that Zuo Guanglie wanted to kill!

The beggars ran away as if they had been granted amnesty. Only the beggar who spoke first hesitated for a moment inside the temple, but his companion pulled him hard and said fiercely, "Do you want to die?"

The beggars ran wildly, probably never having run like this for their entire lives.

Zuo Guanglie did not shift his gaze, but frowned slightly, "Aren't you taking away your companion?"

There were no secrets within his spiritual awareness.

The wooden statue in the Taoist temple was long gone, or it had been burned as firewood by the beggars. But there was still a beggar lying motionless under the altar, probably counting the days to die-this was the reason why the beggar hesitated earlier.It's natural to not want to be burdened when escaping. But Zuo Guanglie couldn't ignore it.

People who have been on the battlefield know the meaning of companions the most. Zuo Guanglie is very aware of his nearly exhausted body, but he will not forget what brought him to where he is today.

The words of the mysterious immortal are not to be refused by the beggars, and they even rush back in droves.

Exhausted, panting.

But in the eyes of some who have invested in this place, they are no more tenacious than ants and no faster than snails.

It's... too slow!

Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!

The sharp whistling sound suddenly approached from the horizon, and countless translucent water arrows, like a swarm of locusts, were gathered by a certain force and shot towards Zuo Guanglie.

The water elemental energy was surging wildly in this world.

The translucent arrow rain formed a huge funnel shape, covering half of the sky!

This is the typical large-scale killing technique of the Great Qin Army, the Ten Thousand Arrow Rain.

"It's coming!"

Zuo Guanglie looked up at the sky, and the strong wind stirred his flame robe and long hair. He raised his right hand, and the wide sleeves of the red flame robe slipped down, revealing his arms like jade carvings.

Fair and powerful.

A red light ball was born in his palm, and in the next moment, the light burst out violently. The intense light radiated in all directions.

Just like him, Zuo Guanglie raised a sun with one hand!

This is the technique created by Zuo Guanglie himself. He became famous at the Yellow River Conference at the age of fifteen.

Sunburst!

Countless translucent water arrows refracted the sunlight falling from the sky into colorful lights, and in the next moment, they were dyed red.

That's an extremely violent and intense fiery red!

With Zuo Guanglie's right hand as the center, the sky within a hundred feet was covered by red, and the Ten Thousand Arrow Rain disappeared.

This scene was so magnificent that it was difficult for anyone to notice the faint ink marks in the corners of the painting.

Before the sunburst spread, countless arrows had already fallen. The group of beggars running were knocked down one by one. The bodies were covered with densely pierced holes.

They didn't even have a chance to scream before they died in an instant.

Life is so fragile.

"Is indiscriminate killing also your way?" Zuo Guanglie sneered, not knowing who he was talking to. But his star-like eyes were gradually covered by a cold emotion.

"Whoever dares to hold back when killing Zuo Guanglie is a complete idiot." With the icy voice, a group of cultivators in black standard robes floated down and sealed the four directions.

The leader of the cultivators was thin and pale. The black robe on his body was embroidered with frost patterns at the hem.

He had a pair of narrow eyes, and he stared at Zuo Guanglie tightly. "Do you see ants in your eyes?"

At the same time as he spoke, the cultivators in black robes with him pinched their tactics. Their actions were surprisingly consistent, as if they were carved out of the same mold.

Eighteen translucent water snakes suddenly took shape in the air, and they hissed and attacked Zuo Guanglie.

From the appearance to the attack, not a single moment was wasted.

The low-level technique of Kan Snake Bind was particularly fierce and ruthless under their skillful manipulation.

Zuo Guanglie's face remained unchanged. He pulled both hands, and a flaming sword formed in his palm.

"Gongyang Bai."

He held the flame sword in his hand and stepped on the air for several turns, cutting all the approaching water snakes into pieces.

For a technique like the Flame Sword, he didn't even need to use any tactics.

"Since you've brought the Nine Killing Xuan Yin Formation, why waste our lives with such a boring technique!""Please don't misunderstand... my respect!" Gongyang Bai joined his palms together and lifted them up suddenly, "Rise!"

The water snake's body that fell to the ground not only did not disappear, but also jumped up in the next moment, with its tail broken and its head regrown, half head and half tail.

Divided into two, then four... under the influence of the Nine Killings Mysterious Yin Formation, these water snakes became even more ferocious.

This is a completely new change of the Kan Snake Binding technique, unprecedented. It can be said to have given the Kan Snake Binding technique a broader range of applications. It must be the result of the hard work of the Qin army.

Its name is the Chaotic Water Snake Cave.

Hiss~ Hiss~ Hiss~

The sound was piercing.

Countless fierce water snakes surrounded Zuo Guanglie, and wherever he looked, it seemed like he was trapped in an endless snake cave!

He seemed to be in a desperate situation.

But his voice still rang out, clear and firm.

"Even if you have to use the Nine Killings Mysterious Yin Formation to win, I should die. But this broken Taoist temple doesn't even have a name... how can this nameless place qualify to bury me, Zuo Guanglie!?"

Flames suddenly burst from his body.

Burning fiercely, with teeth and claws.

This fire ignited upon contact, spreading instantly.

The Fire Path technique, Wildfire.

At the age of seventeen, he used this technique to burn thousands of Yin Demons and shook the borderlands!

The entire Chaotic Water Snake Cave was burning, and countless water snakes struggled and screamed in the flames, turning into water vapor.

Zuo Guanglie rose from the countless snake corpses, his long hair flying, his aura fierce.

At this moment, a hawk cry suddenly sounded!

A black giant eagle swooped down from the sky, facing Zuo Guanglie, its wings flapping.

Hundreds of iron feathers carried the light of the knives, whistling towards him. Each knife light was a different style, either ferocious or venomous.

The knife lights poured down like a torrential rain, once again cutting Zuo Guanglie down into the snake cave.

Mechanical Beast · Knife Feather Flying Eagle.

The barefooted man with a face mask and a copper box hanging on his back stood on the back of the eagle, silent. Or rather, his words were already in the knife light.

Supported by the Nine Killings Mysterious Yin Formation, the water snakes continued to grow and reproduce endlessly. The Wildfire technique was unsustainable and slowly being dissolved.

If one guards for too long, one will lose. Countless water snakes kept chiseling wounds on Zuo Guanglie's body, bringing out blood flowers. Zuo Guanglie at most just grunted, waving his flame knife with one hand, only repelling the water snakes that attacked his vital points.

The water snakes devoured his body, and the Mysterious Yin cut his soul.

The bulging veins on his forehead showed how much pain he was enduring, but his gaze was firm, and his other hand was still forming hand seals.

He never gave up for a moment!

Gongyang Bai glanced at the man on the flying eagle's back and no longer hesitated. He clasped his ten fingers together and raised them in front of him. His long hair moved without wind, "If you surrender now, you can still have your whole body sent back to your homeland! Because... the power of this technique that follows, even I cannot control it!!"

The temperature suddenly dropped, and a white frost formed on his eyebrows. The entire Chaotic Water Snake Cave stopped, covered by an unbreakable extreme cold Xuan Ice.

And this technique was the Public Sheep family's secret technique, Xuan Ice Dungeon, activated by the power of their bloodline.

Those who enter this dungeon will have their breath frozen in one breath, blood frozen in two breaths, and body frozen in three breaths.

The water snakes were frozen into ice snakes, and Zuo Guanglie was also covered in white frost.

Gongyang Bai silently watched all of this. The next breath would be the freezing of his blood.

But!

Suddenly, everyone present heard the sound of a rushing river, the surging and turbulent sound of Zuo Guanglie's blood rushing!

"Boil! Blood! Burn! Soul!"The flame robe was burning, the long hair was burning, the eyebrows and eyes were burning, the flesh and blood were burning, and even the soul... was burning!

Body and mind, life and soul, everything was burning.

The solid ice melted into water, and the water turned into steam. Whether it was the turbulent watersnake cave or the frost dungeon, they all collapsed in an instant. In the white mist, Zuo Guanglie had become a man of fire.

He looked down at his blazing hands and murmured, "It's worthy of being the forbidden technique of the empire. In this kind of power, I seem to see... the true meaning of fire."

Then he suddenly looked at the sky and the knife-feather flying eagle. "A good toy."

As soon as his words fell, he appeared in mid-air.

The masked barefoot man pointed his toe and fell down in a backward somersault, letting the precious knife-feather flying eagle be crushed into ashes by the raging flames!

"If you want to keep your life, this is not enough, Mo Jingyu!" Zuo Guanglie quickly made hand seals at a dazzling speed, and the spell was instantly completed.

Flames bloomed like flowers, endlessly multiplying. The entire sky was occupied by flames, and everything in the battlefield, the sky, and the earth was engulfed in flames.

Even the Nine Killing Black Yin Formation condensed in the high altitude became like firewood for the flames!

Flower of Flames!

This spell was Zuo Guanglie's most ingenious creation. He broke a city with this spell at the age of nineteen!

The Flame Flower was extremely beautiful, but it was also extremely powerful.

The masked man named Mo Jingyu opened his hands wide as he flew backward. Every finger was connected to a translucent thread, and the other end of the thread was connected to a copper box. He suddenly pulled it out!

Puppet Crow!

His ten fingers were like flowers, and a dense flock of puppet crows flew out of the box and rushed towards the flames. Each crow could extinguish a group of flames, but the flames seemed endless, and the number of crows flying out became fewer and fewer.

Gongyang Bai did not care about the backlash caused by the breaking of the frost dungeon. He mobilized the power of his bloodline, made hand seals, and suddenly opened his mouth! The white mist gushed out of his mouth. Wherever it went, the flames were extinguished.

Bloodline secret technique, Breath of Frost!

The group of Daoists he brought with him did not hesitate to make hand seals together.

The water vapor generated by the collision of the flames and the white frost in the air gathered at a visible speed, and the white mist gathered into clouds. Then the white clouds turned dark, and the clouds attracted other clouds, piling up into a massive dark cloud.

Suddenly, there was a torrential rain and a piercing sound.

The three spells combined, gathering, cumulus, and dark clouds, forming a high-level water-based spell, Continuous Torrential Rain!

"Is this all you've got?" Zuo Guanglie, who was completely engulfed in flames, shouted, "How can this kill me?!"

His momentum exploded and rose like an avalanche.

In the sea of fire, he looked up and roared, "The power of extreme flames, burning the sky and boiling the sea, the true ancestor of Zhurong, enter my body!"

In his body, a warm and mild fire suddenly expanded.

Just this slight expansion caused the flying crows in the sky to spontaneously combust! The dark clouds dispersed!

The cultivators who besieged Zuo Guanglie all spurted blood.

Even Gongyang Bai's face turned pale. "How is this possible! Where did he get the seed of Zhurong? How could he activate the true body of Zhurong?"

"This is Zuo Guanglie..." Mo Jingyu cut off the connection with the puppet crows in time. At this moment, he spread a pair of mechanical iron wings behind him and hung beside Gongyang Bai. His voice was heavy and could not be dispersed, "Almost single-handedly pierced through the Hangu Pass!"

In this huge and infinitely expanding fire-based power, Zuo Guanglie roared, "Who is qualified to kill me?!"

"Come on! Mo Jingyu!"

"Gongyang Bai!"With a wave of his hand, Li Yi summoned the Fire Dragon, forcing Gongyang Bai Mo and others to retreat in fear.

"What kind of prestigious sects, aristocratic families, and geniuses are you? Do you dare to call yourselves that in front of me, a group of weaklings, cowards, and incompetent fools?"

He seemed to be driven mad by the seed of Zhurong, losing his sanity.

"Family shame and national hatred, cannot be washed away even by the river and sea!"

He laughed loudly, tears streaming down his face, but the tears were instantly evaporated by the flames.

"Who can cut off my head when it's here?"

"The only one who can kill me is myself, and the only one who can ignite my soul is Zhurong!"

Behind him, there was a majestic and powerful divine shadow holding a fire dragon, the pressure was suffocating.

"Who can kill me?!"

Gongyang Bai Mo tried to open the copper box on his back as a last resort, but his hands trembled so much that he didn't have the strength to open the lid.

In his spiritual perception, there was no wilderness, no broken temples, not even a single person. There was only fire, endless flames. The soaring temperature almost distorted the space and almost burned his mind.

He might be able to hold on for a while, or he might die in the next breath. His life was no longer under his control.

In the face of such a powerful force, what was the difference between him and the beggars who had died before?

...

In the distance, a cold light came from the west.

Gongyang Bai Mo only caught a glimpse of this scene, but he felt like his eyes were cut. He didn't have time to investigate because at the moment he saw it, the cold light had already flown to the front of Zuo Guanglie and passed by him.

Zuo Guanglie's roar stopped abruptly.

"Too noisy."

A young man in white suddenly appeared.

He had an extremely cold face, standing sideways as if he was always keeping his distance from the world.

He slowly sheathed his sword, his voice was flat without any fluctuations.

Zuo Guanglie's head suddenly fell to the ground and rolled twice, but due to the use of boiling blood and burning soul, not a drop of blood could be sprayed.

It was only at this moment that the piercing sound of a sword coming from the west rang in the air!

It was the sound of the white-clad man's sword cutting through the air!

...

Gongyang Bai Mo and Mo Jingyu looked at each other, both seeing huge shock in each other's eyes.

"Li Yi, I am under the command of Prince Yingwu..."

But Gongyang Bai Mo only spoke up to this point and shut up, not even having time to finish his sentence before picking up Zuo Guanglie's head and flying away.

Because the white-clad man had already turned his gaze towards him.

His hair, his eyebrows, his eyes, even the corners of his lips, were as sharp as a sword. His eyes, however, were so calm that they were almost lukewarm.

Whether it was a genius inherited from the ancient holy temple or a bloodline from one of the most prestigious families in the world.

No one dared to ask why, no one dared to say another word.

Only the fleeing figures one after another.

...

Zuo Guanglie was dead, but the seed of Zhurong's fire was still expanding slowly inside his body.

This power was not something that the exhausted Zuo Guanglie could control. He was just a fuse, a medium, using his talent and determination to let the great power of Zhurong's true body have a momentary release in this world.

The man in white shook out a black token and looked at it calmly.

The black token remained silent for a long time before a domineering voice rang out, "Two cleansings."

As soon as the voice fell, the extraordinary token shattered into countless black fragments, slipping through Li Yi's fingers and falling to the ground.Until all the Taoists had left and the token in his hand had shattered, Li Yi tilted his head slightly to look at the expanding Zhu Rong fire seed.

He extended a long, slender, pale hand, with his five fingers forming a pocket shape.

Until this moment, when no one could notice, he showed a trace of childlike innocence in his usual warmth and indifference.

He softly shouted, "Bang!"

At the same time as his fingers opened, it was the exact moment when the Zhu Rong seed exploded.

An invisible force bound the explosion, preventing it from spreading, and only shattered the body of Zuo Guanglie into countless pieces.

The red flames bloomed to their fullest in this small world, shining brilliantly in an instant, and dazzling in one direction.

This ultimate beauty was only for him to enjoy alone.

Li Yi's mouth slightly curled up, but it only lasted for a moment before he restrained himself.

The fireworks had ended.

He did not even look at what was left of Zuo Guanglie's body, nor did he have any attachment. He leaped into the sword light and disappeared in an instant.

...

From beginning to end, no one paid any attention to the broken temple outside the unnamed observation post during this extraordinary battle.

For powerful cultivators, it was difficult to pay attention to the small country of Zhuangguo. Even for the three thousand miles of Zhuangguo itself, Fenglin City was as small as dust. And even for the small Fenglin City itself, this broken observation post in the outskirts had long been forgotten.

But there were still people in this broken temple.

It was a dying beggar who was only waiting for death.

He was ready to die and was waiting for it, but he was not dead yet, and he "heard" this wonderful battle from beginning to end.

When the battle ended, everything was quiet.

He was still alive.

He might be lucky, but the word "luck" did not fit him. His tattered clothes, emaciated appearance, and almost wandering breath all defined his misfortune.

But he was still alive.

He thought for a moment, struggled to turn over, and rolled out from under the altar.

He gritted his teeth and used all his strength to stand up, swaying unsteadily.

But he still stood up.

There were a total of one hundred and thirty-seven steps from in front of the altar to outside the temple.

There were a total of three hundred and twenty-four steps from the temple gate to Zuo Guanglie's body.

The beggar silently counted his steps, telling himself that he was almost there.

Almost there.

Every muscle in his body protested and trembled.

No one knew where he got the strength to move forward.

His amazing perseverance had no audience.

Now he stood in front of Zuo Guanglie's body, and this journey finally came to an end - if that pile of meat could still be called a body.

He slowly squatted down, but it was too tiring, so he simply sat down.

He was really sick, and the weak and pale color could still be seen from the dirt that made his face unrecognizable.

Even his hands were trembling.

Trembling, he groped through the pile of meat.

Meat, bone chips, broken metal, meat, finger bones, unrecognizable wooden fragments...

A bottle!

He found this half of a jade bottle in the unrecognizable flesh and blood!

The bottle mouth was completely blown off, leaving only the half of the bottle belly.

The beggar suppressed his slightly heavy breathing and brought the jade bottle in front of him.

He carefully removed a piece of flesh that was blocking the bottle body and looked at the bottom of the bottle.

He saw the only remaining black, round pill in the bottle, and his breath stopped.He recognized it, that was the opening meridian pill that he had longed for day and night, and had once obtained but lost in the end!