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This donghua is adapted from the novel "Zhu Xian" written by Xiao Ding

ZHU XIAN Immortal Executioner

Episode 24

Strange.

Where are the vigil disciples tending the incense?

Greetings, Master.

You summoned me alone.

What urgent issue needs your command?

Command?

Would I dare command you now?

Master?

That fiend's dying strike

failed to claim my life.

You must be disappointed.

Why would you say that?

I was severely wounded by that wretch

and I won't survive much longer.

My position would've been yours soon enough.

Why the haste?

I've never had such thoughts.

You've devoted yourself to Qingyun Sect,

sacrificing all.

We disciples all revere you.

How could I...

You contributed a lot in defeating the beast demon.

Both within and beyond our sect,

praise for you abounds.

They already see you as Qingyun's next master.

Do you still regard me

as your master?

Your mentorship is profound.

I have never had such treasonous thoughts.

Just tell me,

when the beast demon returns,

how will you respond?

Don't let managing the aftermath

swell your arrogance.

You think yourself worthy of Qingyun's legacy?

With your meager cultivation,

you dare covet the Zhuxian Sword?

By our ancestral founders,

should I, Xiao Yicai, harbor treacherous thoughts,

may lightning strike me fivefold

and ten thousand blades pierce my heart.

Master.

I don't mean to chastise,

but you must remain vigilant.

When the day comes,

you should be able to bear the heavy burden.

If one day...

Leave me now.

I need to think about something.

I need to think about it.

Is this the Holy Sect's Abyss?

Indeed.

When the Abyss opened back then,

realms convulsed,

day and night inverted,

and storms were ceaseless.

That cataclysm

destroyed our sacred ground.

Reopening the Abyss grows unlikely.

The sun and stars vanish.

Winds and thunder arise.

Darkness reigns supreme.

Yet Torch Dragon illuminates all.

These visions of Abyss's opening

signal the Torch Dragon's awakening.

That's right.

The sand flow here defies nature's way,

aligning with netherworld paths.

The Abyss's power lingers.

When all visions converge,

and day becomes night,

by harnessing the Abyss's power,

with two beasts in the Dragon-Tamer Cauldron as conduit,

we'll find the Torch Dragon.

Patron Zhang.

The mind cultivates through form.

Four perspectives act as a mirror.

By shattering ignorance and desire,

one can achieve clarity and freedom

and perceive heaven, earth, and all beings.

When steps falter,

root your stance.

Among celestial heights,

keep your mind calm.

Abandonment stems from fear.

Truth lies in drawn swords.

Taoism feigns virtue.

Buddhism cloaks illusion.

Cultivation peers at heaven's secrets

and seizes creation's power.

Might proves the path.

Demonic flames scorch skies.

This is the true way!

Stay composed!

Strengthen the Vajra Demon-Subduing Array!

Oh, no.

Patron Zhang's mind falters.

Focus your essence!

Perceive your true self!

Demon Blade Rends Heaven!

The Daoism follows nature.

All dharmas are empty in form!

Buddhism, Daoism, and demonic arts ceaselessly clash.

How can a mortal body endure this?

This is

the fourth volume of the Heavenly Book?

The Heavenly Book actually appears in our Buddhist sanctuary?

Sickle of impermanence.

None shall obstruct.

The living shall not disturb.

The dead shall not escape.

When destiny arrives, all forces of heaven and earth align.

Truly, this is the rise of our Holy Sect.

Might of heaven and earth.

Gods and saints shall perish.

My faith guides my path.

No fortress remains unbreached.

The Dragon-Tamer Cauldron's power now is even stronger.

Kui Ox.

Yellow Bird.

So that's how it is.

Merely standing here makes my soul tremble.

When its power reaches completion,

it will be more formidable.

Resounding and resplendent,

actions without restraining.

Follow where the Dipper points.

March with the gods.

Yellow Bird

Kui Ox

How exactly do we find the Torch Dragon?

The willing take the bait.

What?

Buddhism demands I relinquish all attachments.

Daoism urges me to follow heaven's decree.

Demonic ways let me act as I will.

All paths in this world diverge.

None align with my own way.

The path I tread

is my own way!

Today, with my body,

I won't follow Buddhism,

seek immortality,

or embrace demonic ways.

I'll only be

myself!

What's going on?

What happened?

This is...

What is this?

A restriction left by predecessors?

Who could have left such profound craftsmanship?

No matter who,

none shall hinder me.

Ninefold nether profundity.

Heaven and earth split asunder.

Living souls as vessels,

divine will as oars.

Five phases and four signs

trace the flow upstream.

With obsessions merging into the river,

there is no returning!

Amitabha.

Patron Zhang has recovered.

That's great.

The wheel of samsara turns.

Mars guards the heart constellation.

A crimson sky pierces the sun.

The time has come.

Torch Dragon

The Dipper's handle points east.

Polaris radiates.

It's born from calamity.

What happened?

What?

Could it be

his cultivation

has seized heaven and earth's essence

and triggered the Heavenly Tribulation?

The waning moon hangs in the long night, clouds veiling the stars

Empty mountains, withered grass all gone

The western wind brushes sorrow across a thousand miles

Bamboo shadows ripple on emerald peaks

Pour a drifting cup, asking heaven and earth

How can one escape fate?

Even with temples grayed by hardship, I never let go

Smoke rises from the hearth of the bamboo dwelling

Where can I seek and find it?

Half a life adrift, always a traveler against the tide

All in vain

Love and hate, sorrow and joy—all are fated

Dreams return to the past

The scene remains, the people have changed—silent, I stroll the old woods

Though the tribulations have passed

The wound in the heart still will not heal

When will I return home?

Where can I seek and find it?

Half a life adrift, always a traveler against the tide

All in vain

Love and hate, sorrow and joy—all are fated

Dreams return to the past

The scene remains, the people have changed—silent, I stroll the old woods

Though the tribulations have passed

The wound in the heart still will not heal

When will I return home?

Though the tribulations have passed

The wound in the heart still will not heal

When will I

return home?