How come the celestial technique I stole is so powerful?!

The Underground Bridge Realm shares a continuous pulse with Daxia's ancient culture.

Saintess Qian Ling also said that in the ancient era she lived, the culture was almost identical to that of ancient Daxia.

The memory fragments stirred up by Feng Ji clearly pointed in one direction, the Ancient World, which also resembled Daxia's ancient culture.

Among the two hundred countries worldwide, only Daxia retains such an ancient cultural lineage.

Daxia, somewhat resembles their ancestral court.

From ancient times to the present, regardless of cultural sect, the desire for the ancestral court surpasses all else!

Therefore, Daxia becomes the place these people most wish to occupy.

No matter which corner of the world they come from, they will ultimately aim their swords at Daxia.

Blood Trace followed his gaze: "Isn't there still a sense of powerlessness?"

Lin Xiaosu withdrew his gaze and looked at him.

Blood Trace said: "I know this shouldn't be spoken between us, you are the chief commander of the Tashan Defense Line, and I am the chief commander of the South Sea Defense Line. If we can't see hope, how can we expect others to see hope? So, this is just a private conversation between us."

"Not seeing hope is quite normal!" Lin Xiaosu said: "Back when we resisted the Fusang invasion, when we helped counter Golden Eagles, those warriors who fought and died in the darkest nights of Daxia, most of them hadn't read many books, they couldn't think as far, couldn't see as far. In their eyes, there were only military orders, in their ears, only the bugle! But it didn't stop them from fighting to the death, nor did it hinder later generations from eventually seeing hope!"

Blood Trace gently let his hand fall, gripping Lin Xiaosu's hand: "Well said, brother! We may not think too much, for our generation, just being born without complaints and dying without regrets is enough! In future, you at Tashan, I at the South Sea, if you die, I'll scatter your ashes in the South Sea, if I die, you take my ashes to Tashan, as if we brothers walked together to the end. How about it?"

Lin Xiaosu gently flipped his hand over, covering it over his: "Brother, sorry, this agreement of ours, I probably can't fulfill because I'm resigning from my position as the chief commander of the Tashan Defense Line."

"You... where are you heading? Into enemy territory again?"

Not being the frontline chief commander, from Blood Trace's perspective, perhaps the only place Lin Xiaosu could be headed to was the enemy rear.

Just like that day when he ventured deep into Luoba State, striking with an iron hand, sweeping away strong enemies beyond the borders!

That was his strength.

That was his legend!

"No! I'm going to the Upper Three Realms!"

"The Upper Three Realms?"

Lin Xiaosu said: "Legend has it, when civilization breaks, the Upper Three Realms should appear. I want to ask them whether now is the crossroads of civilization breaking!"

Blood Trace exhaled a long breath: "Alright then, we brothers shall divide our tasks this way, the real-world defense is left to me, and pursuing legends is left to you!"

On this day, Lin Xiaosu rested on the warship.

Last night, he had no rest the entire time.

After sealing the Tashan Defense Line, he rushed nonstop to the South Sea to complete the incredible task of subduing the Mad Blade Sect. It was only now that he could take a breather.

The warship rocked gently on the waves.

Lin Xiaosu slept soundly.

He slept from before noon directly until the sun set in the west.

He very much enjoyed this peace.

Because he knew, ahead, he would be on the move again.

No one disturbed him, except one very special person.

Ding Ruoshui.

Dinner was brought to his bedside by Ding Ruoshui.

After eating and tidying up the dishes, Ding Ruoshui handed him a cup of tea, and then nestled herself into his arms, wrapping her arms around his neck: "We once had an agreement that after the third day of the third month, we would spare three days and nights to try for a son for my mom to play with. Now it seems that has become a luxury. It seems we may not have the environment for three days and nights of frolicking around."

Lin Xiaosu nodded: "Yes, three days and nights seem really out of time. How about settling for one night?"

"Mm, the time can be settled for, but the process can't be compromised. Let's try every style once..."

Thus, they settled for one night.

Though they condensed the agenda of three days and nights into just one night, the time was indeed a bit compromised.

But it must be admitted: what's condensed is essence...

The next day, while Ding Ruoshui was still sweetly asleep, Lin Xiaosu bid her goodbye with a kiss.

Then he stepped out of the cabin.

The Wing Blade, leaning at the ship's edge all night, opened its eyes, and with a swoosh, leapt from the bow.

Lin Xiaosu moved his foot, soared through the air, and landed on the back of the Wing Blade. In an explosive sound, he broke into the firmament.

On this go, heading to the great Northwest!

In the Northwest, a thousand miles of flowers are in bloom.

The beautiful prairie welcomed its most beautiful season.

Lin Xiaosu drifted on the Wind Blade, racing towards a predetermined place.

Passing through Southern Tibet, along the Tadao River upstream, a towering mountain rose up; this was the Duan Liang Snow Mountain south of Kunlun.

Duan Liang Snow Mountain, true to its name, is a high mountain like a severed ridge, its top seemed as if cleaved off by a sword, presenting an image of a broken mountain.

The Wing Blade went directly to mid-mountain.

Here, seemingly empty, yet at the Thirty-Three Towers left by Taoist Lu Yun's Qianlong, an array formed a Taoist Temple, with three words on the temple: Upper Three Realms.

The surrounding geographic location fit perfectly.

Including the grassland beneath the mountain, the river below, the structure of the high mountain, except for one thing... there was no Taoist Temple to be seen with the naked eye.

Lin Xiaosu dismounted from the Wing Blade, stepping towards the rising sun.

Suddenly, he saw the array patterns.

His hand lifted lightly, touching one point, and the array patterns suddenly came to life.

Distant snow mountains seemed to echo with a roar.

Lin Xiaosu was slightly startled; he saw the full view of this array, extremely high-end, extremely profound, and extremely ancient...

Found it!

This is the Upper Three Realms!

Only an array of this level is befitting the illustrious name of the Upper Three Realms.

His thoughts stirred, the Wing Blade pierced through the sky!

This crossing through space, directly marks the return journey.

Entering the Three Realms, on an unknown journey, Wing Blade need not wait outside; at this moment, the world has already drastically changed. Wing Blade is the only trump card he left for his parents. Should they encounter danger, Wing Blade will strike automatically, and can even switch to its third form to perish together with a strong enemy.

Wing Blade Exile, Lin Xiaosu lightly tapped his fingers, tearing it, as if ripping through a layer of barrier, he finally saw the distant horizon, that ancient Taoist Temple.

As he strolled forward, the real world behind him became distant.

The temple ahead was equally out of reach.

This was still the profoundness of the array.

Lin Xiaosu struck a second time, using the third style of Qiankun Breaking Array Hand, Yin Yang Balance.

Yin Yang Balance, dispelling illusions, the Taoist Temple appeared before him.

However, a fierce wind arose, and even though the temple gate was just a step away, it still felt like a chasm apart.

Lin Xiaosu struck a third time, using the seventh style of Qiankun Breaking Array Hand, Static and Dynamic.

The fierce wind around suddenly stopped, a yellow leaf fluttered down.

Lin Xiaosu lightly extended his hand, and the ancient temple door creaked open.

In front of him, a long road paved with bluestone appeared.

The bluestone path had eighty-one steps.

Ahead was a high bluestone threshold.

Lin Xiaosu lifted his foot and stepped over the threshold.

As he stepped over, his eyes widened, completely unbelieving...

Before him was a surreal scene that only AI could depict.

Tens of thousands of pavilions and towers made of jade were exquisitely crafted and extravagantly grand.

It was not like an immortal realm; it unequivocally was an immortal realm.

Yet, coexisting with this excessive grandeur was extreme desolation!

The jade was yellowing, leaves covered the ground, and though the pavilions and towers seemed magnificent, weeds grew through the gaps.

Every building, every room, was like this.

Lin Xiaosu walked on the path covered with fallen leaves, feeling clearly underfoot the decayed mud of the dead leaves.

The entire Three Realms was like this.

Everywhere exhibited grandeur, everywhere exhibited desolation.

This desolation was not due to war, nor man-made, but natural extinction.

He walked among buildings of unparalleled opulence in the mortal world, feeling a deathly silence akin to a graveyard.

Even more silent than any cemetery in the secular world, for there were not even bugs or butterflies here.

Not even the wind blew.

Step by step, level by level, the grandeur was never-ending.

The melancholy and desolation also had no end.

Ahead was a high peak, upon which several dozen green tablets reached into the clouds.

Lin Xiaosu ascended step by step, advancing further.

Suddenly, at the side of the path ahead, a small Taoist Temple appeared, its door barely ajar.

Lin Xiaosu gently pushed open this door, and his eyes brightened...

Inside was a dim green lamp, its light flickering faintly.

Beneath the lamp sat a person, extremely small in stature, barely over a meter tall.

That person slowly lifted their gaze, and under the faint light, their face slowly revealed.

Lin Xiaosu's heart gave a sudden leap: "Taoist Lu!"

The person beneath the lamp, standing just one meter tall, was much shorter than Lu Yun of old, yet his face was unmistakably that of Lu Yun.

He matched exactly what Gu Jian Youchen had described: a blind man in the Three Realms with a height of three feet three inches.

He had spoken of a blind man, and the face was Lu Yun's.

On Lu Yun's face, a slow smile emerged, "You have come!"

"Does the Taoist still remember me?" Lin Xiaosu asked.

"I saw you at Liu Lin Temple! I could tell you were an extraordinary person," Lu Yun said. "But I did not expect you to be the one to push open this door."

"Taoist Lu, I hadn't intended to open this door, but the situation forced my hand,"

This was the truth.

The Three Realms, rumored to appear only when civilization ends, as saviors.

The Three Realms were never invited.

When it is the time of civilizational extinction, they appear naturally.

If not the time, inviting them is futile.

Therefore, when Chief Long spoke with Lin Xiaosu about the Three Realms, he initially had a plan, but later abandoned the search for the Three Realms.

Taoist Lu Yun said, "Did you believe in an ancient prophecy handed down?"

"Yes!" Lin Xiaosu said. "It's said that the Three Realms can avert the disaster of civilizational extinction."

"The Three Realms are the guardians of the Human Clan's flame. When there is a threat of civilizational extinction, it is customary for the Three Realms to intervene," Lu Yun said. "Alas, you are too late!"

"Too late?" Lin Xiaosu's heart suddenly sank.

"Yes, too late by a million years!"

"Why? Why is it like this?"

Lu Yun slowly stood, the green lamp behind his head encapsulating the desolation of the small room.

His gaze slowly lifted, looking out to the sky beyond the temple: "People say the Three Realms can save the world, but do you know how the Three Realms actually save?"

"Please enlighten me, Taoist!" Lin Xiaosu bowed deeply.

Only because at this moment, Lu Yun standing reached only Lin Xiaosu's waist, bowing made them level.