The bronze mirror in Xu Qing's hand instantaneously burst with radiant light, the chaos qi within the mirror surged forth like turbulent waves, clashing with the axe light imbued with endless pressure of the Barbarian King.

With a colossal "boom," it was as if heaven and earth collapsed, air waves spread everywhere, the formidable shockwave crazily expaned around the two as the center.

The dust within the hall was shaken, scattering like a dark cloud that covered the sky, instantly filling up the entire space, making everyone's vision blurry.

Wherever the air wave surged, fine cracks appeared on the walls of the Ancient God Hall, as if they might collapse at any moment.

True Monarch Changchun and True Monarch Yuyang hurriedly cast spells, erecting a light screen in front of them to barely withstand the mighty impact. Meanwhile, the great witches of the Jiuli also offered their witchcraft magical artifacts, forming defensive barriers to protect themselves.

Within the air wave, the Barbarian King and Xu Qing continued their fierce struggle.

The Barbarian King wielded six arms, with the Divine Weapon in his hands continually attacking Xu Qing, each strike carrying a world-shattering momentum; Xu Qing's Five-headed Heavenly Demon Sacred Image was also operating at full power, as its five heads alternately unleashed demon techniques—some spouting demon flames, some shooting beams of light, some chanting spells, countering the Barbarian King's attacks one by one. For a moment, demonic qi and evil qi interwove, demon techniques and witchcraft collided, turning the entire Ancient God Hall into a chaotic battlefield filled with endless destructive aura.

Simultaneously, the Pure Yang Dao Fire around True Monarch Changchun transformed into firebirds that filled the sky, lifelike, flapping their wings and letting out sharp cries, swooping toward the Great Witches. Each firebird seemed to contain endless heat, distorting the air wherever they passed.

True Monarch Yuyang waved the horsetail whisk, with spirit light darting like arrows, breaking the witchcraft of the Great Witches like bubbles wherever it reached. Seeing this, the Great Witches recited spells in an attempt to resist the powerful attack. Some of them moved their bodies in strange dances; others exhaled toxic mist, which spread in the air, appearing in an eerie shade of green.

However, the Great Witches of the Jiuli Barbarian Clan were numerous, their witchcraft strange and ever-changing, emerging one after another. Some exhaled toxic mist, some wielded bone banners, and for a moment, evil power permeated the hall, with both sides engaged in an intense battle with no resolution in sight.

Amidst the fierce battle, the blood in the blood pool suddenly began to churn violently, as if boiling magma, surging frantically.

The churning blood instantly overflowed, spreading throughout the Ancient God Hall. Before anyone could react, a thunderous sound shook the heavens and the earth, as if it were the sound of the Heaven and Earth Opening of Creation.

In this thunderous sound, there was endless power, seemingly intent on shattering the entire world. Xu Qing only felt a sharp pain in his mind, as the Heavenly Demon Consciousness buried in his heart instantly blurred.

Immediately afterward, an invisible and formidable force ruthlessly dragged him like a giant hand, pulling him into a boundless vortex of reincarnation. In that vortex, he seemed to see countless flashes of light and shadows, past life memories alongside unknown visions, all blurred like dreams.

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Unknown how much time had passed, Xu Qing slowly awakened and opened his eyes gradually, new identity memories flooding into his heart.

He quickly realized that he had found himself in a strange new world.

No longer was there the magnificent mana waves of the Taixu Universe, nor the dazzling brilliance of Divine Skills. Everything, including the bronze mirror and the Investiture of the Gods, all Magical Treasures, had disappeared without a trace.

Here was a low martial world.

Xu Qing looked around, he now found himself in a simple woodshed of a Daoist temple, wearing ordinary Firework Taoist attire. Inside the woodshed lay simple tools for chopping wood, the walls appearing somewhat worn, revealing an antiquated sense of the passage of time.

From the ceiling, a few streaks of sunlight shone through the gaps, forming beams of light in which the dust gently floated.

Xu Qing already grasped the essence in his heart; the Ancient God Hall was unexpectedly the legendary Reincarnation Hall.

In this cycle of reincarnation, he had become an ordinary Firework Taoist within the Quanzhen Sect's Chongyang Palace of this world.

He stood up and walked to the woodshed door, looking at the scene within the Daoist Temple.

The courtyard of Chongyang Palace was spacious and tranquil, the ground paved with well-arranged bluestone, polished by the passage of years, reflecting a layer of dim light.

In the courtyard, several ancient pines stood upright and strong, their branches and leaves swaying gently in the breeze, as if telling stories of the ages. The pine needles were vibrant green, with sunlight casting down to create patches of dappled light and shadow on the ground.

In the distance, the palace buildings boasted magnificent upturned eaves and intricate structures. The red walls and black tiles appeared exceptionally dignified under the sunlight.

The doors and windows of the palace were carved with exquisite patterns, lifelike cranes seemingly about to take flight and dynamic auspicious clouds winding between them, each detail revealing the extraordinary craftsmanship of the artisans.

Above the palace doors hung a large plaque, inscribed with the words "Chongyang" in powerful, vigorous strokes, seemingly imbued with infinite Dao Rhyme.

The Daoists in the Daoist Temple were dressed in neat Daoist robes, some sweeping the courtyard, others chanting scriptures within the palace, everything appearing so peaceful and harmonious.

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Unable to find a way to leave for the time being, Xu Qing chose to adapt to his new surroundings. He quickly adjusted to life in Chongyang Palace.

Every morning, the sound of bells and drums would ring on time, melodious bells echoing throughout the Daoist Temple, as if able to cleanse the dirt from people's hearts.

Along with it, the sound of chanting emanated from the hall, deep and long, giving an inexplicable sense of peace.

At that time, Xu Qing would rise with the other Firework Taoists to carry firewood from the woodshed, preparing for the daily needs of the Daoist Temple.

Though his movements were somewhat unfamiliar, he was very earnest. During the process of carrying firewood, he occasionally recalled his various experiences in the Taixu Universe, those intense battles, and mysterious powers, which flashed in his mind like dreams.

The Daoists in the temple didn't pay much attention to the newcomer Firework Taoist.

They each were busy with their own tasks, living a simple and orderly life.

However, Xu Qing continued to search for opportunities to improve himself in this mundane life. He discovered that although the spirit light in this world was faint, it had a unique way of cultivation.

Here, the Daoists practiced through chanting scriptures and meditation to cultivate their bodies and minds, comprehending the principles between heaven and earth.

Xu Qing began to try to learn the cultivating methods of the Daoists.

Whenever night fell and the other Firework Taoists were asleep, he would come alone to the courtyard of the Daoist Temple, sit beneath an ancient pine, and begin to chant scriptures.

The ancient scriptures, recited in a special rhythm from his mouth, over time, instilled a sense of tranquil strength in his heart.

His thoughts became increasingly clear as he sensed the faint flow of spirit light between heaven and earth.

Besides chanting, Xu Qing also attempted to meditate.

At first, his mind was filled with various distractions, the battle scenes from the Taixu Universe and those mysterious Magical Treasures and figures constantly flashed in his mind.

But over time, he gradually learned to control his thoughts, bringing a sense of peace to his heart. In that state of tranquility, he seemed to meld with the surrounding world, a subtle force slowly flowing within him.

Day by day passed, and Xu Qing gradually made some progress in his cultivation.

His body became lighter, and his strength increased.

Although such progress was negligible in the Taixu Universe, it was already considerable in this low martial world.

However, he was not satisfied with this. He knew his goal was not just to become powerful in this world, but also to find a way back to the Taixu Universe, as well as to uncover the secret of why he came to this world.

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