Chapter 25: The Dao Takes Shape!

  In a pitch-black room.

  In a pitch-black room without any light, a figure in a black cloak sat quietly, seemingly merged with the darkness.

  He represents darkness!

  Through the window gap, a strip of light shines in, and before entering the house, it quietly disappears without a sound.

  Patter patter~~

  A bird flying outside quickly swooped in and landed on the window, before it could even stand still, a streak of black light suddenly wrapped around its claws, entwining its body, wrapping it inside.

  Then the dark light continued to shrink, and finally it receded like a tide, while this white bird also disappeared silently.

  A black silhouette appeared in front of him, and a piece of paper floated out. The darkness seemed to touch his hand, automatically opening the paper.

  "Who's tenth?" a low voice sounded from under the hood.

  The next moment, the note quickly disappeared in the black light.

  ……

  In the early morning, the air is filled with frost and mist. The bamboo in the courtyard sways gently, and the pond water sparkles brightly.

  Tang Lin sat cross-legged in the room, meditating on the 108,000 dragon scales of the second layer of "Dragon Blood Classic". Now that his boundary had been elevated, he could easily imagine the flavor of these 108,000 dragon scales.

  Each scale contains a hint of Taoist thought.

  Tang Lin had always thought that these dragon scales were very mysterious, and now after enlightenment, he discovered that the 108,000 dragon scales gathered together was a kind of Tao!

  "The Way of the Barbarians!"

  Tang Lin opened his eyes and revealed a thoughtful expression, "No wonder Xiao Hui said earlier that once one has a thorough understanding of this second layer, they can be almost invincible in the Saint realm."

  "This dragon scale represents the incomplete barbaric way, and the rest of the dragon's claws, dragon bones, constructed together, should be complete."

  "Barbaric..."

  Tang Lin looked up at the distance, "The end of reincarnation is the origin, after the origin opens, it becomes a desolate wilderness... desolate wilderness..."

  "This barbarous path and the origin path should be roughly the same." Tang Lin pondered in his heart.

  Just then——

  Patter

  A white bird flew in from outside the window and landed on Tang Lin's shoulder, its wings fluttering as it came to a stop.

  Tang Lin stroked its feathers with his hand and then opened the letter on its claw.

  "Did you agree, the first battle stage?" Tang Lin put away the letter, stood up and left the Jiuxiang Building, with a sharp light flashing in his eyes.

  A huge square, countless geniuses gathered, bustling and crowded under various battle stages.

  Among the cheers and noise, a sudden cry came from a corner, then this voice spread like a plague to the entire square.

  The once bustling square suddenly fell silent.

  The crowd parted in two directions, and a dark figure emerged from the middle wearing a black cloak.

  Everyone was pale with fear and did not dare to block his way. It wasn't until he walked onto the battlefield that someone started discussing in a low voice.

  "Look quickly, it's Ming, which fearless guy dares to challenge him?"

  "Heavens, doesn't he know that this monster cultivates the Way of Annihilation? Without emotions or desires, such a person is too terrifying..."

  "Could it be Xuan Yuan? No way, he just lost and definitely won't challenge again immediately. Who could it be?"

  Everyone's eyes were scanning around.

  At this moment, the crowd on the other side slowly parted to reveal a narrow path. Tang Lin, dressed in a grayish-white robe, walked slowly up the steps of the battle platform under the gaze of the multitude.

  Everyone gasped in shock.

  "Is it him?"

  "Isn't this the monster that rose from the bottom 1250th place and directly crossed countless people to enter the top ten just two days ago?"

  "It's said that Yun Xiang gave it to him, otherwise he wouldn't have won."

  "Has he gone mad? Challenging Meng this monster, heavens, he's done for!"

  Everyone was sympathetically watching Tang Lin.

  Tang Lin has taken the stage, his expression as usual, quietly gazing at Ming in front of him. With his sharp senses, he can perceive that Ming's body is emitting a dull gray aura, as if representing death.

  Tang Lin secretly felt a chill in his heart and did not dare to be careless.

  Neither of them said anything.

  It wasn't until the judge declared the start that Tang Lin raised his hand, and a slender sword flew out of the weapon rack, falling into his hand.

  The palm of his hand opposite him grasped a fine sword, which shot towards his palm like a flying arrow and was then gently grasped.

  His fingertips flowed out with a faint black breath, winding along the hilt and wrapping around the entire sword.

  The sky above the battlefield, which was originally clear, suddenly darkened, and dark clouds enveloped the square. A fierce gust of wind swept through the heavens.

  The rest of the people on the battlefield gradually stopped fighting. For them, it was a rare opportunity to witness the number one player's move.

  Tang Lin stood with his sword in hand, his expression calm and composed.

  Neither of them made a move, both containing their own aura. Tang Lin had already sensed that Ming Hun's body was slowly merging with the sword to become one entity.

  The sword is cold, the man is heartless.

  A strange aura envelops his body, as if touching him or his sword would reduce everything to dust and death.

  In an instant, the aura on his body reached its peak. His figure flashed and he appeared in front of Tang Lin like a ghost, his sword slicing horizontally through the air.

  "Heaven and earth have been extinguished!"

  This sword contains the breath of destruction, surpassing the way of destruction. Destruction is to destroy things, but annihilation is complete disappearance, leaving no residue!

  Tang Lin's eyes flashed, the sword in his hand wrapped in light and dark energy, the tip of the sword surrounded by a gray vortex, like a cycle passage.

  "Your way is my way..." Tang Lin's figure flashed, his speed was too fast to capture. After reaching the "Tao" realm in martial arts, his movement skills had reached the second level of "Infinite Starry Sky" - Chai Chi Tian Ya!

  An inch is just as far as a thousand miles, and a thousand miles are just an inch!

  Tang Lin displayed his own Way of the Multitude, wrapping the sword in his hand with a dark energy, attempting to assimilate it with the chaotic colored energy within him, and then comprehend.

  However, the chaotic colored gas flow in Tang Lin's body had just come into contact with the black gas on Ming Shen's body when he immediately sensed a cold, dead, and terrifyingly nauseating aura that pierced directly into his mind, as if it was going to extinguish his own chaotic colored gas flow.

  "How is this possible!" Tang Lin's heart shook, his own Dao of All Beings was actually unable to replicate his Dao of Silence.

  "Extinction Sword!"

  On Ming's body, a black stripe of energy emerged, quickly wrapping around to form a black sword, this sword was filled with a deathly grey aura.

  Tang Lin's pupils suddenly constricted, "Dao Hua's sharp sword?"

  His heart was racing with shock.

  This silent comprehension of the void has actually reached the second level of the Tao - manifestation!

  Any path is divided into two levels, the first is the realm of the Tao, and the second is the "manifestation" of the Tao.

  Tang Lin is at the first level, and the Tao of all living things he displays can only display the "mood" of the Tao of all living things, but cannot yet transform into the appearance of the Tao of all living things.

  When "Tao" condenses into a physical entity, its power will surge to a terrifying level.

  ……

  The top floor of the distant Red Dust Inn.

  The iron lion suddenly stood up, looking at the black sword floating above its head in horror, and trembled: "How is it possible, how is it possible, how is it possible..."

  The young man in white was shocked beyond belief, "Actually revealing his Taoist form?"

  "How can there be such a monster, how is it possible!!" Iron Lion exclaimed: "He's so young, so young!! How can he achieve this? Impossible, absolutely impossible! Could it be that he really has the talent to become an immortal?"

  The young man in white stood there, speechless and stunned.

  ……

  Tianyu tribe, in the castle.

  A dozen or so powerful individuals from the White Feather Gate sat in the great hall, gazing at the scene on the screen. When they saw the pitch-black sword blade, their eyes widened in shock and amazement.

  "Is he a monster?"

  "The path is manifest!! Legend has it that only immortals can achieve this step!!"

  "How could he possibly do this, how is this possible!!"

  Everyone was incredulous.

  In the grand hall, a young man in white stood, his spotless white shirt emitting a soft glow that illuminated the entire hall.

  He stood here, as if he were a shining pearl.

  Everyone's gaze towards him was filled with reverence.

  The young man in white clothes gazed at the shadow on the wall, his eyes flickering, lost in thought.

  ……

  The first battle is on stage.

  Dark clouds hang low, strong winds howl.

  Tang Lin and Ming faced off, many geniuses below the stage didn't know what that black long sword meant, but Tang Lin did.

  He followed Xiao Hui from a young age and had seen and learned much, later on he read many ancient books and memorized some of their contents, but at that time his strength was too weak and he didn't pay attention to them.

  To him, attaining enlightenment was as difficult as ascending to heaven, let alone "the manifestation of the Way".

  "Your way is strange..." A low, hoarse voice sounded from under Ming's cloak: "This move was originally prepared for Xuan Yuan, but he unexpectedly fell before I could use it..."

  "I hope you can hold on."

  His words were still ringing in his ears when the black sword above his head suddenly swept down, bringing with it a fierce gust of wind that shot towards Tang Lin's body.

  Tang Lin's heart was racing wildly, and he immediately released the chaotic-colored energy flow within his body to protect himself. He also employed the "Inch Heaven" movement technique, swiftly moving around the battlefield.

  Wang wants to attack him, separated by the vast expanse of heaven and earth.

  He is about to attack Ming, and it's just a matter of inches.

  This is where the power of the inch-close thousand-mile body technique lies.

  However, Tang Lin knew that at this moment, if he got a little closer to Ming, he would be immediately entangled. If he was struck by the blade of the condensed Quiet Extinction Way... He didn't know if he would die directly.

  "He has a profound understanding of the way of extinction, my way of all living things cannot assimilate his way. Extinction is nothingness, all living things are existence, from nothingness comes existence, all living things are born from extinction..."

  Tang Lin's eyes flashed, and he suddenly stopped in his tracks.

  He gazed at Ming indifferently, then slowly raised his hand and pointed towards the sky.

  The five fingers slowly clenched into a fist.

  The dark clouds in the sky suddenly moved, as if pulled by a mysterious force, gathering into a rolling black mass, then collapsing in the middle, revealing a pitch-black hole.

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