their graceful movements, a deadly intent is scattered everywhere.This seems to be just an HTML tag. Please provide me with the text content within the tags that you would like me to translate into En...This deep-sea mountain, named "Evil Brahma" by the founder of the Xue He Sect, resembled a slumbering ancient behemoth.

Two figures walked along the ridge line, small as dust.

But their footsteps were very quiet.

The further he walked forward, the more Kou Xuejiao quelled his emotions, becoming increasingly resolute. He held firm control over the truth of this world.

... while Chongxuan remained impassive from beginning to end.

The crimson Red Dust Sword and the frost-and-snow Moonlit Blade each possessed their own unique sharpness.

"Right here."

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There was a crevice ahead on the mountain ridge, barely noticeable from afar. But as you got closer, it looked like a deep abyss!

The abyss is bottomless, with dark waves crashing upon each other.

Kou Xuejiao pointed far into the distance, where a black lotus seed emitting an eerie light hung suspended. "Three thousand years ago, someone saw the Qiongqi in this Lotus Seed World. This event is recorded in the Blood River Sect's secret records, and I too have sensed the Blood River Sect's secret writing."

Zhong Xuan possessed a nonchalant air, as if the world held no effort for him.

Eyes as bright as lacquer beads, glanced lightly at the lotus seed. "Thank you, Kou Hufa."

He raised his hand: “Please.”

Kou Xuejiao hesitated for no moment, stepping down into the abyss and towards this lotus world that resembled the eye of a chasm.

The deep sea offers no path, riding the waves as my steps.

Every step descends, crimson concealed in darkness.

She walked in silence for a while, then sighed again. "For countless years, calamity has reigned, turning once vibrant green into utter blackness. Now, the sea of suffering holds no pure and fresh lotus seeds. Even I, from a young girl, have begun to show signs of age."

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A human lifespan of one thousand and two years is, compared to the history of calamity, truly unruffled.

Where do so many emotions come from

Zhong Xuan respectfully said in a low voice, "Since the True Cave has already seen true immortality, why talk about an 'old' word"

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Kou Xuejiao merely shook her head, uttering no other words. Taking another step forward, she entered the world of lotus seeds.

This world is vastly different from the human one!

Zhong Xuan closely followed him as he stepped into this lotus world. The first thing they saw was snowflakes falling all over the sky.

Black snow.

Sheets upon sheets, falling like decaying leaves.

It whirls about haphazardly, going back and forth without any pattern.

In the midst of heaven and earth, piercing cries echoed, a testament to the world's wavering winds.

It was as if a hole had been pierced in the heavens, letting out this mournful whistling sound.

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This world's natural environment is extremely harsh, with primal energy so thin that it's almost imperceptible. The air carries a coarse, arid sensation; even breathing can cause harm, and this is what they call purgatory

They descended upon a mountain peak.

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In the midst of a blizzard, Kou Xuejiao stood on a precipice, clad in blood-red armor and wielding a vermilion long sword.

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Zhongxuan appeared behind her, his moonlight-forged blade pointed at the ground.

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They stood about ten paces apart, each in solemn silence atop the mountain peak.

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A cold wind swept over the platform, but it didn't stir their clothing.

Kou Xuejiao was a cultivator with a cold and aloof temperament, radiating an aura of killing intent.

He Xuan Zun was always carefree and unrestrained, with a hint of a smile always playing on his lips.

But at this moment, it was hard to tell who was colder.

Looking around, snow fills the sky, and mountains stretch endlessly.

Where is the qiongqi

Zhonghuan Zun lifted his head, at the edge of the black snow, he saw a faint red glow.

“It seems that all the lotus worlds have been corrupted.” He said calmly.

Kou Xuejiao's 3,000 Red Dust Sword in her hand was gradually coming to life, but her voice turned cold: "The Sea of Demons corrupts everything. The idea of the 'Lotus Holy Realm' was just a fantasy from the start. Without the support of the Saint's power, even the fantasy of a building doesn't hold up."

The great plan of the Era of Holy Beings was to permanently quell the tide of disaster. Their ultimate vision was to unite numerous Lotus-seed Worlds, forming a Lotus Saint Realm that would completely cover the waters of calamity. This would allow for eternal consumption of evil power, bringing everlasting peace to the Sea of Sin.

Of course, it's impossible to say that all the saints should remain forever trapped in calamity, stationed here.

For now, we shall cease our expansion across the heavens and myriad worlds. Even a decade of navigating treacherous waters has been a tremendous effort.

But this kind of dedication ultimately failed to bear fruit.

The diligence of all the saints has come to naught. In the end, after a long time, the once emerald lotus has turned black.

“From green lotus to black lotus, death or another kind of rebirth,” Kou Xuejiao said.

"Chongxuan remained silent, offering only the question: 'Are you sure Qiongqi exists in this world'"

Kou Xuejiao held his sword horizontally before him, his left hand gripping the hilt with two fingers. He swept his fingers across the blade, catching a red thread of dust between them, then pointed it towards the sky.

This line of calligraphy stretches straight up to the heavens, piercing through the black snow and reaching into the high firmament.

"I'll come to you." she said.

The red thread of the world bled into her, she seemed to be tracing back to the very root of this lotus-seed world.

"No need." Chong Xuan said in a soft voice, "It's enough to know that Qiongqi exists in this world."

He took a step forward, standing beside Kou Xuejiao at the edge of the cliff. Then he raised a hand, spread his five fingers wide, and pointed them towards the sky.

A full moon rose on the horizon, its endless frost light illuminating the black snow!

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For a moment, moonlight showered upon the mountains.

The White-clothed Duke of the Nation raised a single hand, gesturing towards the moon. In an incredibly short time, he scoured this world, searching for any trace of the Qiongqi's whereabouts.

"Roar!!!"

At that moment, a ferocious roar sounded.

The sound shook heaven and earth, echoing endlessly within the mountains and valleys.

A massive beast, resembling a bull in size, charged out of the swirling snow.

It possesses powerful limbs, long, thick fur, tusks hidden beneath a broad snout, and a bark like that of a ferocious dog. Its blood-red, spiraled horns and copper-toned eyes radiate a hungry and cruel brown-yellow light.

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The mythical creature Qiongqi appears!

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Let them not seek, the beast smells life coming.

This ancient beast was hundreds of feet long and over a hundred feet tall, like a walking mountain.

With a majestic and imposing presence, akin to a raging sea, his strength is immeasurable. Faced with two of the world's greatest masters, he charged forward without hesitation, leaving a trail of wind and snow in his wake, trampling mountains and carving valleys in his path!

Black and white, like two walls that have been broken. Also, the shattering of two worlds.

Ji Li held the snow-drop flower, her calculations still unresolved, when she saw Dou Zhao, resplendent in golden splendor, and Jiang Wang, aloof in his azure robes, almost simultaneously stepping back into the corridor.

Dou Zhao's face was bright and sunny, his aura still powerful and majestic.

Jiang Wang stood with his hands behind his back, an air of effortless grace and composure about him.

And the two sages, Yin and Yang, no longer existed. The flowing black and white of emptiness slowly faded away. On both sides reappeared high walls, but the patterns on them began to constantly change. Ji Li keenly noticed that the changing images should have added two more. The specific description was still not immediately decipherable, but the contrast between red and white, green and black was very striking.

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The entire Yin-Yang Labyrinth emitted a muffled sound, as if hidden deep within the earth, gears were turning in some secret mechanism.

Change was happening, and on either side of the passage, two figures stood nearly eternally still.

Zhuo Qingru looked left and right, and then asked in a voice, "Is it over"

Jiang Wang opened his mouth.

“Yes,” Dou Zhao said. “It was very easy.”

Jiang Wang swallowed the words 'a life well-lived', leaving only a light and breezy smile — I feel lighter!

Ji Li silently calculated the time, saying: "But the battle lasted for two hours."

Dou Zhao's face remained unchanged: "After all, he is a wise man from a bygone era. I will give him some patience. His techniques are outdated, his secret methods are clichéd. Let him perform them all; there's really nothing to say."

Ning Shuangrong blinked her eyes: "Are Yin Yang Erxian so easy to deal with"

Jiang Wang held his sword in his arms and naturally leaned against the wall, smiling serenely: "Zheng Shao might be a little weak, anyway Zhao Fanlu is quite strong. Truly worthy of being the Yin-Yang Little Saint, a powerhouse from the era of all saints. A silhouette remained here, and it took me a lot of effort to suppress it."

"Strength and weakness are relative concepts." Dou Zhao seemed to say casually, propping his blade on the ground with a smirk. "Yin-Yang Xiaosheng I can only say that it's just a fleeting shadow, nothing more, how dare you test my Tiansha!"

Jiang Wang looked at his hand holding the knife. "Move your knife and talk."

Dou Zhao glared at him leaning against the wall. "Don't lean against the wall."

"Don't you know that this is rude"

Who are you putting on a show for

They spoke to each other, word for word, but didn't move a muscle except their mouths.

Zhi Wei sighed, raised his spear, and walked to the front of the passage, waiting for what would happen next.

The changes in the Yin-Yang Labyrinth continued for a while, with only Qi Li still calculating its changing patterns. Finally, when it came to a standstill, all the forks disappeared, and this passageway seemed to become the only straight path in this world.

Standing here, I feel a profound sense of loneliness!

Looking back, one sees an endless expanse. Scattered fragments of forgotten memories and unimaginable experiences flow outside the entrance, clearly a section of the River of Loss. Straight ahead, a five-element gate stands suspended in mid-air.

This gate is five-sided and towering, large and heavy. Each side has an amber orb, divided into blue, red, yellow, white, and black, representing the five elements.

Yin Yang Wu Xing is the foundation of Yin Yang school. Crossing this threshold, one can clearly see the true preservation of calamity within the Yin Yang school.

Dou Zhao, who had always been at the forefront, stood motionless this time, gazing silently at the dome as if pondering the mysteries of the universe.

Ning Shuangrong and others looked over.

Jiang Wang said profoundly, "There will be no danger ahead. You go first, I and Dou Zhenren still have to deal with some loose ends."

Zhi Wei glanced at him, then turned and stepped into the doorway.

In the instant he crossed the threshold, Zhuo Qingru acted with the decisiveness of an emperor issuing a decree.

> Forbidden to harm, bound by rules, and punishing evil.

Zhu Weiwei, whose edges were already not very neat, was dyed in all colors.

And then he produced a ruler, closely following it.

Ning Shuang's sword, Qiu Shui, was drawn. Ji Li held the Xue Tan Hua in her arms, and they gradually walked into the doorway.

The moment Ji Li's figure vanished—

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Dou Zhao took a deep breath, the vital energy of the entire Yin Yang Labyrinth, even the rules of power within the Yin Yang Labyrinth itself, were all mixed into one and absorbed into his abdomen. For a moment, his blood roared like a mountain flood!

Jiang Wang remained as calm and composed as ever, leaning against the wall with his sword. He didn't move a muscle, but within him, it was as if drums thundered across the heavens!

Silence reigned for a moment.

Dou Zhao let out a mocking laugh. "Looks like you're badly hurt!"

Jiang Wang let out a long breath, the turbid air like a rainbow, extending all the way to the end of the passage and charging into the River of Loss. He said, "It seems you're not so relaxed in chasing me after all."

Dou Zhao finally didn't have to use the Tianxiao Sword to support himself, turning to walk towards the Gate of Five Virtues. With each step he took, his breath grew fiercer: "For thirty years of my life, I have always been the one being chased."

"Come on," Jiang Wang said, pointing out, "You used to chase after Zuo Guanglie, now you're chasing after me."

Dou Shao smiled warmly: "When you turn back, please try a sword of daydream, so that you don't dream all day!"

"At your service," Jiang Wang regained his composure, no longer leaning against the wall. He followed leisurely, "Your subconscious isn't as confident as your words."

Dou Zhao was an absolutely arrogant person, and it was impossible for him to ever doubt himself. As for Jiang Wang's theory about the subconscious, he naturally scoffed at it, but he also understood that this was Jiang Wang's harvest.

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In the face of the Yin Yang Two Sages' challenging ordeal just now, they both gained something.

This corridor was very long, but for the two immortals, it was very short.

But they didn't walk very fast.

Witnessing the curtain call of an era, it's impossible to remain so calm.

Once upon a time, the Yin-Yang Two Sages were also the pride of their era.

“I thought that the Yin Yang Two Sages’ performance should be more than that. Zheng Shao’s understanding of Dong Zhen’s fighting, is no worse than mine, but his strength can’t keep up, I overpowered him.” Dou Zhao suddenly said.

Jiang Wang thought to himself, "Being far above you indeed means 'not inferior to you.'"

But I'm too lazy to start another argument, so I just analyzed: "I guess they were just exhausted."

"What was being consumed" Dou Zhao asked.

Jiang Wang countered, "What do you think"

Dou Zhao didn't answer, but after a while, he asked again, "What did Zhao Fanlu say to you last"

“He said...” Jiang Wang said, “History has already given him the answer.”

After walking a few steps, he asked, "Where is Zheng Shao"

"From now on, no more daydreams," Dou Zhao said.

The two figures stood in silence for a moment before stepping together through the Gate of Five Virtues.

Let the regrets of history remain in history.

Earth, wood, metal, fire, water… The Five Virtues circulate and transform, one giving way to another in life and death. Yin and Yang complement each other, the wheel of fate spins.

The Five Virtues World is the lotus world where Yin-Yang True Saint Zou Huiming spread his calamity doctrine. However, this lotus world is unlike other lotus worlds, hidden not in a wicked lotus but...

Follow the lost river, reach a certain section of it, pick up fragments of time, grasp the concept of direction within the misfortune, through the Yin-Yang labyrinth, and simultaneously defeat both Yin and Yang sages... Only then can you see this world where the Five Virtues remain eternal.

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Every step is not easy, but the hardest is still the first step to awaken the Lost River. Thousands of years ago, the official Qing had already taken this step.

The concept of "direction" is, to put it mildly, not easy to grasp—how can inheritance be concealed within a concept How can one step into a concept

But why not use the power of imagination to deconstruct it.

Imagine that every concept's construction exists in an illusory world.

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Under the power of imagination, this world exists in reality.

The mysterious powers of Onmyoji can make reality blend seamlessly with fantasy.

The power of capturing concepts is not limited to one kind or only achievable by the Yin-Yang School.

Just like the nature of stars that is well known. The true stars are actually a collection of star concepts. Rather than a specific fireball, or a certain world.

What if Guan Changqing hadn't died in the Lotus World back then, but had entered the Yin-Yang Labyrinth instead What would have happened to him afterward

It's a pity that fate has taken different paths, and we cannot retrace our steps. There are no ifs or buts about it.

Jiang Wang pressed his sword at his waist and took a step forward, crossing the gate of the Five Virtues. Before him stood a grand hall in black and white.

The ceiling is black, and the floor tiles are white.

The pillars were black at the bottom and white at the top, slanting crisscrossly.

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Compared to the towering pillars, people are small like ants.

Jiang Wang stood there, at first not seeing his companion. In the center of the main hall, he saw a familiar figure, standing with a sword on his back.

He stood with his back to the temple gate, gazing upwards at the golden statue in the center of the hall — this statue must be the Yin-Yang True Saint.

And the person facing the statue, without turning back, said slowly, "You're finally here."

There is a comical posture of clumsily imitating peerless masters.

But this person is a true master.

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Jiang Wang pressed his long sword and silently observed the surroundings, collecting information. A smile appeared on his face, and his tone was very enthusiastic: "Long time no see, Xu brother! Were you waiting for me"

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That six-foot cast iron plow sword was always hovering just above the ground, never quite touching it. Xu Xinming, short of stature, turned around and looked at Jiang Wang with a familiar, reproachful tone: "I waited for you a long time…and I searched for you a long time!"

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